[System]
Age
18

Gender
Female

Height
170cm

Weight
65 kg

Appearance

"My life is what lead me to this point, not me."
Personality
In Akemi's past life, she was always happy and joyful for the majority of her life, she would always congratulate other pianists in the competitions that she participated in. With her friends she was a little bit sarcastic, but only for comedic purposes so all of them could make it through school, her friends would often see her performances as well to cheer Akemi on. When learning about new things as a child, she would always listen and be dedicated to finish what she started. Akemi was like that until she was sixteen and in high school, her parents told Akemi that she would be marrying a man when she was eighteen, which made Akemi very upset.

After being informed of her upcoming marriage, she started to become extremely depressed and stopped participating in piano competitions, which started to worry her parents a lot. Every single time her fiance would always come visit, Akemi would freeze up, telling him that she was busy doing something. Akemi kept this up for two years, being full of fear and isolating herself from the world. On her wedding day her fear and sadness had reached a peak, to the moment where she ********** (If you read bio you may have an idea).

She will be in very sarcastic and jolly in the afterlife, but can be upset easily, even though she doesn't show it.

Short Bio
Akemi was born into a rich family, living in mansions, maids, the classic rich life for a person like her. She didn't have any siblings, so she would always be by herself in her home, as her parents are always on business trips since they both lead a major company. The company that her parents lead is called Aero Music, where they make musical instruments and sell them off to their stores in the city. Also, forgot to mention that Akemi lives in Azabu, Tokyo, Japan, the richest part of Tokyo. Akemi would always try to find something to do as a young child, so she decided to learn the piano in her home, her parents eventually reached a decision to get her a tutor due to them working all the time. When she was eight years old, she had started to play in piano competitions to become the best pianist in Japan.

Akemi had started to win many competitions as she grew up, she had to be the successor to the Masuko family line, since their family was very rich, well known and powerful after all. Akemi had always went to a private school growing up, she was always sent to an all girls school since her parents didn't want Akemi getting any boyfriends. Akemi continued to dominate in all of the competitions to the point of her becoming bored once again, she was getting famously known for her talent but it was starting to become everyday life. Akemi tried dating some of the girls at her school, and realized that they actually helped slightly in her bored life.

Eventually her parents arrived home one day when Akemi was 16, and brought a young man home with them. It was revealed that Akemi had to marry this man, which she was immediately surprised about. Upon meeting this young man, she didn't like him from the start, she always felt fear at the sight of him. Two years later, their marriage was set to be on January 1st, but the problem was that the bride never showed up. Her parents scavenged to find their daughter, and found her dead body in her room, with a knife in her abdomen. There was a note besides her dead body, but what did it actually say?

Other
Theme Song

Sexuality
At first Akemi will not know what her sexuality is, but she'll realize that she's Homosexual.

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~Unending Beat!~

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BGM

The madder red hue of the sunset bathed the Afterlife once more. It happened many times before and would happen again for all eternity, as long as there was need for unaccomplished souls to be cleansed of their earthly burdens, this place would exist. Or so was the belief of a certain lone girl that even now played the majestic piano that decorated the music room.

The Sonata, aptly named "Tempest" was a portent of things to come and an greeting for those who would soon be joining the Afterlife, her domain for as much as the girl could remember. "It's about time, can you feel it as well? All their pain, their suffering?" She said, without taking a look behind her, or even caring to open her eyes, to another girl that had just arrived behind her, how she noticed it was a wonder, since the only sound on the red bathed room was that of her play. Or, perhaps not, after all weren't gods meant to be omniscient beings?

"Please, greet them in my stead." The girl pleaded as her fingers slid effortless across the keyboard, the moment she reached the climax of the piece...

• • •

"Huh? Where am I?" A girl with long brown hair held in place with a golden bow, groaned painfully as she woke up with the worst headache she felt in her whole life. Perhaps, said head ache had something to do with the fact that she seemed to have fallen asleep on nothing but a hard concrete pavement.

"No, the problem is why am I here, no matter where this is. After last thing I remember is..." Harumi trailed out, recalling the scene vividly as if it had happened a minute ago. Two men, dressed as police officers, forced her into a cruiser and took her to a bridge near the city limits, chocked her and... something else, before leaving her to die on the frozen waters of the mid-winter river. "I should be dead, and cold and soaked to the bones. Nothing of this makes sense, was I dreaming? Or is this another one of ***-kun's dirty acts?" Harumi wondered of what she had gone through her whole life wasn't enough suffering.

Looking around, Harumi noticed that she was at some kind of school campus with the setting sun quickly splashing its raspberry hues over the building, in the distance a few heavy clouds loomed over the distant mountains, portent of an oncoming storm. She spared the time to look at herself and find that she was dressed in an uniform that she didn't even remembered wearing before. There was no one on her immediate vicinity, though the girl —Harumi Shizuka— could see what looked like silhouettes moving to a big building on the other side of a bridge that was barely visible from where she was because of the early evening darkness.

"Anyway, dilly-dallying will do me nothing. I might as well go there and see what I can find about this place." With that in mind, Harumi go back to her feet (at long last) and set towards the Annex, hoping to get there before the oncoming storm hits the academy grounds.

[Assistant]
Akira Hato
"Can you say those words... one more time?
Please let me believe what you believe...
Let me believe that life is wonderful."

"DON'T!"

Akira stood up in a cold sweat. He looked around, curious about where he was at, and for some reason worried. Worried... About what? Akira couldn't remember. He tried to think but... Nothing. Nothing came to mind. All there was in his head was... Instincts? Something about himself, he knew that much. He knew his name. He was Akira Hato. He knew... He knew this dress he was wearing was cute, but could use some accessories. He wonder where he got this uniform, and if this is what all the boys wear.

There was also Akira's surroundings. It looked like he was at some sort of boarding school, and it was getting late. Clouds were rolling in and they looked like rain clouds. There where mountains in the distance, and thick fog beyond that. It was kinda creepy actually; looking around, it seemed like there was a thick fog all around the area except the school. Perhaps it was just the weather. "Where am I?"

Standing on his feet Akira walked towards the school buildings. While he wasn't certain what school he was at, or why he was even here, his most concerning issue was getting out of the coming storm, and maybe finding a bathroom. Since he awoke on the floor he must be dirty, and that was not cool. He needed to wash up and make sure he was looking his best! With any luck perhaps he could also fight a costume room or wherever the school keeps their spare uniforms, give himself some options to improve his wardrobe.

"Honestly, who would leave me laying in the dirt like that anyways? The nerve of some people!"


[System]
"So long as I am on watch, the Lost will not gain any ground. I am the will of Echo, I am Shae Arca."

Age
38

Race
Human

Nationality
Shindan

Religion
Children of Gala

Appearance
Shae has a body that any career soldier would have. There are some scars here and there that tell tales of previous battles. She prefers to keep her hair back in a pony tail so as to not get in the way during combat.

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Role
Captain; Strategist

Font
Ethereal Shift

Shae can shift small items she touches to become ethereal. In doing so, Shae can store arrows and other items in the ethereal plane, making them weightless and out of the way until needed. Simply put, Shae has access to a pocket dimension.

Color
Gold

Weapon
Shae wields an ornate saber of Shindani make, the edge of the blade is made of resonant so that it can use elemental properties like fire or ice. Shae also uses a small buckler shield that also doubles as a wrist mounted crossbow.

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Personality
Shae is an honorable and proud Shindani Captain who highly values respect and loyalty. She is kind to those who treat her the same way. However, Shae is also very blunt and straight to the point at times. She sees hints and cryptic messages as wastes of time. This gives her a bit of a steely tone about her. She is firm and deliberate with her words. Just like her Shindani people, Shae never stands down from a challenge. When in combat, she uses her peoples' natural talent for strategic excellence to outsmart her foe and her pure combat prowess to overpower them. She prefers a quick and direct combat style with her saber, usually backing her opponent into a position that leaves them at a disadvantage. Shae isn't a total hard-ass though, she enjoys spending time with her cohorts and playing the strategic Shindani game 'Fleet'. Shae can't stand disrespect, even when her friends disrespect their enemies. In Shindani culture, respecting your enemy is the first step to defeating them. Shae loves the open ocean and sailing, during free time, you can almost always find her near a body of water. She is a firm believer of Gala and her endeavors, and often prays to the starmother for guidance. Shae is a world renowned huntress and usually doesn't like being fawned over constantly. She tends to avoid heavily populated areas and if she is forced to go through one, she is usually trying not to stand out.

Background
Shae was born aboard a Shindani battleship. Her father was the captain of the ship and her mother was one of the marine troops assigned to the ship. She was raised aboard the battleship, never setting foot on land until the age of eight years old. After spending so much time on the water, living a life accustomed to the ebb and flow of the sea, walking on solid earth was a bit of a task for Shae. She got used to it a month later. She lived on the island with her parents until she was seventeen, of age to join the Shindan Navy and carry on the line of her parents.

Shae started in the navy as a mere marine. She was trained in the traditional ranged warfare of ship to ship battle tactics, learning how to use firearms, bows, crossbows and even more exotic weapons. Her swordfighting was also taught to her during her training, in case her ship was ever boarded. But while Shae was good at combat, it wasn't where she excelled. Shae showed incredible tactical aptitude and even bested her instructors in games of Fleet and in training skirmishes on the water. This caught the eye of the Senate and she was quickly elevated to command. After her training, Shae was already in the captain's seat to a small corvette class ship. The corvette was a new design for Shindani vessels that used wind and water resonant to propel it forward instead of sails. The design attributed to its blinding speeds and maneuverability, it was named the Golden Dragon. Shae, her nine person crew and the Golden Dragon were assigned for a small patrol fleet on Shindan's border.

While patrolling along the border, a category four wrath burst from the water and split the fleet's command ship in two, claiming it for the depths. The Lost was serpentine, like it was the mad spirit of a long dead sea dragon. It weaved around the fleet, claiming the biggest ships but leaving the small, inconsequential corvettes. As the fleet was decimated and the chain of command was shattered, Shae took the initiative and claimed command of the group of four corvettes. The captains of the other ships were worried that the 17 year old was going to get them all killed. Shae knew that the Lost was going to hit her ship next because it had the largest amount of resonant in it compared to the other corvettes. Using her ship's superior speed and maneuverability, she made the Lost chase her, weaving in and out of places that the massive Lost couldn't get into. The other nimble corvettes used their small array of resonant cannons arms with yellow resonant to strike at the beast and electrify the water around it. When it was stunned, the Golden Dragon turned and went full speed ahead at the Lost's head. The corvette's forward cannons opened fire with explosive red resonant to break through its hard scales. When they got close, the bladed tip of the corvette rammed into the soft spot of the Lost's head. Shae then climbed onto the beast and finished it off herself.

When she returned with the skull of the massive Lost in tow, she was celebrated as a hero. She was offered her choice for a reward, Shae asked that Grisman Blint take her Golden Dragon and improve on the design. Grisman Blint was Shindan's greatest shipwright. A month later, her prize was given to her. The Golden Dragon was equipped with another resonant engine, the hull streamlined to cut through the water and waves better. The cannons were on turrets so they could fire and better angles and the bladed prow was tipped with resonant so ramming could be done with elemental effects. The armor was replaced with lighter weight but more durable metals with a golden finish on it to attribute to its name.

Shae then returned to the sea with her new and improved Golden Dragon, using it to combat against the Lost and pirates that thought they could take on a small corvette. Over the years, Shae garnered herself quite the reputation. Many Shindani people challenged her to games of Fleet, sword duels, marksmanship contests and ship to ship skirmishes, all of them lost to her prowess. Shae was also confronted with many marriage proposals and gifts from nobles, but she always turned them away while saying, "Beat me on the water and I will marry you.", in hindsight that might not have been a good idea as she is still single.

When word got out that an organization called Echo was looking for champions and heroes to combat against the Lost, the 21 year old Shae and her crew stepped up to the opportunity. They were among the first handful people to join. Many of the others were Tarcan warriors wanting to prove their metal or Barallians trying to escape feren discrimination. None of them really knew about the distant Shindan people and their ways. Shae was the only woman in the first group, and the warriors all looked down at her, oblivious to her reputation and completely unaware that she was the only one of them to have killed a Lost. Echo's first battle against the Lost was, luckily for Shae, in the Tarcan sea. She had an airship lift her Golden Dragon into the waters. This time, it wasn't a single lost, but many. The lost were emerging from the shore, many of them looked like ningen spirits and strange humanoid fish creatures. While the hunters fought on the shore, Shae and her crew were firing from the Golden Dragon with cannons and firearms, killing the larger Lost while the hunters on the shore did battle with the smaller ones. If it wasn't for the heavy cannons aboard the Golden Dragon, the battle would have ended terribly fast as the larger category Lost moved out of the waters.

That first battle proved to the world that Echo was exactly what was needed to fight against the Lost. Since then, Shae's reputation has carried across Chroma along with every successful battle.

Theme Song: There Is No Other (Degenesis Mix) - TobiasLilja

"Wake up. It's time to stand up tall. Dry lips in dead wind. There is no other."

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Isa still felt furiously giddy having Sha Arca in her party, despite how bad she should feel for idolizing the ECHO celebrity. But, Isa didn't care. Half of the reason she stayed with ECHO, though Shae might not remember it, was because of Shae. The words she'd told Isa in passing so long ago had stuck with her and strengthened her resolve to stick with it.

Isa swallowed hard and stood silently, staring down at the table. "I'm Isabelline Carter, Isa for short. I've been with ECHO for a few years now despite not being well known. My entire reason for being here is to become strong enough to protect my loved ones even if it's a struggle just to keep myself on my feet everyday and not crashing into everything. I'm nothing if not determined."

With that out of the way, the small bird feren sat back down, her feathers hitting he back of the chair with a 'floof' wooshing noise. Her heart was racing a million miles an hour and she hoped to Gala no one saw how awfully she was shaking during her little speech. She felt entirely stiff and out of place and hoped to Gala Shae didn't hate her.

[Assistant]
Xander

Xander was a man of confidence. He had hope, a future he wanted to achieve, and a life he wanted to fulfill. He carried his sword to follow his parents' path of battle, and honorable or not, he believed that hardening his heart was a key to becoming a warrior. He trained himself endlessly in hopes of becoming a strong enough warrior who would eventually meet his end outside of battle unlike his parents. Perhaps right after a well-fought battle, he would fall peacefully...

His arms and legs crossed and his eyes open slightly, the blond swordsman maintained a cold look. And as everyone introduced themselves, he thought to himself,

F-Fuck.
These guys are legit.

Despite being a man of confidence, Xander was also a man easily scared by things around him. One of them was the idea that there were always some people who had more experience than him in something.

Goddammit, first there are two war veterans busting out their (sexy) asses on their achievements, he thought, his brain processing at light speed as time slowed down around him. Then there's this mofo who just happens to pretend that he's not confident while slipping in the fact that he was in ECHO for six damn years. Then there's the freakin' bird girl who still has a massive amount of years slipped into her background at ECHO, and she STOLE the touchy-ass shit I was trying to say- without even trying a single bit!

At least there's ONE guy who seems new but dammit he has healing powers.

DAMMIT! Why is everything at such a perfect balance here? I'm totally not needed here no matter how you look at it!

Slowly opening his eyes a little more, Xander maintained his cold and serious face as he screamed internally, Isn't there anything I could say that could get these people to feel like I'm a bit of something? There's gotta be a way...

...

...

I guess I'll have to wing it.

The swordsman's gaze turned to every member in the room aside from himself. From the lean and buff guy to the small and petite bird girl, he took note of how none of them seemed burly. Great. That meant there was room for a burly-

Wait a minute, they're probably strong enough to not be burly in the first place. I hate my life.

Xander took a small breath before sighing, seemingly unaware of the fact that he had not yet shared his own nervousness to the members and only expressed a small bit of disappointment... though it was unclear as to what he felt disappointed about. Straightening himself ever-so-slightly, Xander introduced himself with a flat tone.

"I'm Xander. I have nothing interesting to share.

"That is all."

The swordsman vowed to talk in front of a mirror one day without waking his bunkmates up just to practice socialization. He got the serious part down, but something about the way he talked felt off to himself. Having finished his own introduction, Xander returned to having his eyes slightly closed, his awareness of his surroundings remaining as tense as ever.

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The Harp listened intently to those that chose to speak and it appeared as if the figure smiled though no one really knew. Though, as much as the Harp wanted to listen to the rest of them, another hooded figure came rushing into the meeting room and bent down to whisper something in the Harp's ear.

"I'm sor---Harp. It lo-----------the Lost--------village--------dying-------time."

The Harp nodded slowly, something about the figure's posture suddenly shifted. It's back got straighter and it leaned forwards slightly. "Change of plans. Shae, expect a letter to be delivered to you about the plans for the group. It seems things will need to be put into action much sooner than we anticipated." The Harp explained, it's voice suddenly sounded almost rushed and frantic. "Please show your team to the airship and give them the details when they are given to you. You'll all be dropped off at the location, expect Lost to be there when you arrive. No time to rest, be on high alert." It explained shortly, and was suddenly out of the room in a flash, white and gold robes whipping about as it flew past the door.

Isa blinked, her lips pursed. "Well, that's certainly odd." She remarked, never having seen the Harp seem so flustered.

(Bitty post is bitty, sorry.)

[Assistant]
Shae raised a brow when the muse hurried into the room to relay a message. She watched the hooded figure intently, trying to gather what she could from the quiet muse. It didn't matter, the Harp had given its command. Shae nodded and stood up from her seat, her voice went from a calm and relaxed tone to a stern and battle-hardened one, "Huntsmen! We have our orders. Follow me to the hangar."

Shae wasted no time in leading the varied bunch of huntsmen. After five minutes of hurrying through the corridors of the Sentinel, they had reached hangar. It was a large space, twenty stories high and at least half a kilometer wide. The hangar of the Sentinel could carry a small fleet of airships in its berth while it traveled the word. Shae waved over a deck officer, he came running. "Commander. What can I do for you?"

"I need my ship ready for deployment immediately." Shae ordered.

He nodded, "Aye, aye, ma'am." The officer turned and called out to his subordinates, "Bring down the Dragon! Bay twelve!"

His lackeys received the order and began punching things in at their terminals. Before long, a loud whining sound could be heard as mechanical arms carried Shae's equally legendary corvette, the Golden Dragon. Shae looked up at the corvette proudly while the deck officer spoke, "Shall I summon the crew, ma'am?"

Shae shook her head, "No. She's not seeing any combat today. She just needs to get us to the field."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

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Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
Kili was exhausted; he'd barely a moment to rest after his leg had been treated, and the ordeal left him greatly fatigued.
"I remember the stories," he answered, taking a moment to sit down atop an overturned treasure chest. Piles of gold and various gemstones spilled out of it; a single chest contained more wealth than he'd ever seen in his entire life.
"I suppose I was hoping that any of these would do," he nodded towards an impressive looking gem, a diamond of some kind, though clearly not the Arkenstone.
Kili rubbed the back of his neck, managing a light smile at Fili's description. Their Delva had the most beautiful eyes of any he'd ever seen. The mention of her left him wondering: where had she gone? There'd been no sight of their godmother ever since she'd spoken to Thorin. . .

"Fili...you don't think Thorin's asked her to leave, do you?" Kili voiced his fears aloud; he'd never considered the fact that they could be separated so soon, but she had fulfilled her promise, hadn't she? Surely she wouldn't have left without a goodbye...perhaps she was give no other choice.
Troubled, he pushed himself up. "I'm going to go find her."

Thorin had circled around one of the mighty stone pillars in the room, his eyes landing towards his nephews. Both were seated, which struck a negative chord within him. Why were they resting? Didn't they realize how important this was? Kili had risen, though Thorin overheard his statement about finding Saeril.
"You were instructed to find the Arkenstone, not your godmother," he approached them, his gaze one of disapproval with a hint of anger. "No one rests until it is found...it is in these halls somewhere. We must find it!"

Kili's heart skipped; he'd no idea Thorin had been present. Seeing him up close sent a feeling of dread into the pit of his stomach. Thorin had changed, and not for the better. "I was going to come back," he promised hastily. "I was just..."

"Going to find her." Thorin finished the sentence, his tone harsh and unforgiving. "I will not tell you two again. NO ONE rests until it is found, do I make myself clear?"

[Assistant] Fili allowed his brother to leave, and seek their godmother out, but his heart also skipped a beat, as soon as he took notice of their uncle approaching them, more notably, Kili, who was just about to take his leave. His brotherly instincts were taking effect, and by the looks of Thorin's current status, he just couldn't leave his baby brother alone with him. It became more difficult that Saeril wasn't present. "Uncle", the blonde impulsively responded, really to fend him off from advancing upon his brother. He approached the two, and stood next to his brother, well, a few feet ahead of him, closer to Thorin. Their uncle was unpredictable now, so he had no idea what he was capable of yet. He only wished that they didn't have to experience it. "He's about to collapse. If he doesn't rest, the search for the stone will be ever more difficult. I will continue the search. I won't rest, but let him. As your heirs", the blonde was practically beginning to reason/beg. His brother was on the verge to fall from exhaustion, and rest was all he needed to continue their search. But this was a partial ruse to let his brother sneak away and find Delva. "Please, uncle".

[User]
Kili may have argued or lipped off, but he was so taken aback by Thorin's behavior that he was rendered speechless. It was no secret that Thorin could be a bit overbearing and harsh, but he'd never seen him this bad. Thorin didn't seem to care about them at all, his only focus was on the Arkenstone.
Before Kili could begin to utter a response, Fili had quite literally stepped in for him. Big hearted as always, Fili spoke on his behalf and even offered to search in his place. Kili felt a twinge of guilt at that -- Fili must have been terribly tired too. They'd barely a moment's rest for days now.

Thorin grew dangerously quiet, his eyes flickering from Fili to Kili. Kili did look exhausted. If he fell sick again, Oin would have to tend to him. They didn't have time for illness to get in the way of their search.
"Very well," he relented, if only for Kili to rest a little. "Kili, go rest. When you wake, I want you to help your brother."

Kili felt badly to bail on Fili, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep on his feet. The youngest felt a mixture of hurt anger towards Thorin, though he held his tongue and did not risk mouthing off to him. "I'll be back soon, Fili," he promised him quietly, then turned to leave the chamber, his eyes towards the ground.

Once he'd left the room, Kili breathed a small sigh of relief. Thorin was more than a little intimidating -- especially now. As he walked down the long, empty halls, Kili kept an eye out for Saeril, hopeful to find her. "Delva??" He called for her once, though not too loudly in fear his uncle should overhear.

[Assistant]
Fili was, no doubt, tired from where he stood, but he kept up a good fight to stay awake. He was allowing Kili to go and, though temporarily, be free from the intimidating prescence of their uncle. No beast, no man, will hurt Kili in any way. All he could really give his brother was a slow smile, in a way to reassure him that his older brother will be okay. "Thank you", he said to Thorin, thankful that he could temporarily listen to reason on a short-term notice. He gave a tired smile to Kili, before he willingly turned around and contunue the search.

Saeril had herself clinging to the armory's ceiling; her finger-cuffs allowing her hang upside down with her wings stretches out. She was nearly preccupied with the thoughts of Thorin's behavior, her godson's current status. However, hearing the distressed call of Kili, she didn't move .

[User]
"Delva?" Kili peeked into the next corridor, only to find that it was just as dark and intimidating as his uncle had been. Brows knit in concern, he continued further into the armory, taking in the sight with silent awe. There were weapons of all shapes and sizes, with armor so intricate they almost seemed too well made for battle.

For a time, Kili merely observed his surroundings, completely oblivious to the fact that Saeril was right above him.
How was Thorin so sure that the Arkenstone was in the chamber of gold? What if it had been moved? The idea inspired Kili to hunt around -- if only to be in Thorin's good graces again. This would help Fili, too. Once the Arkenstone was found, Thorin could finally rule their kingdom, and all would be as it should have been.

Kili began by searching the area behind and underneath the array of swords. There were plenty of crevices and areas for an Arkenstone to hide. In certain parts of the floor, there were scattered pieces of gold and a few small diamonds, no doubt leftovers from Smaug's attack.
Though Kili was tired, he was also determined. The youngest continued his search of the room, though everything came to a halt when his legs gave out. Just as Fili had predicted, he had collapsed.

Nothing was going right. Thorin was on the warpath, Saeril was gone, Fili was covering for him...and for what? Was this really worth their perilous journey? Erebor was cold, grim, and terribly uninviting. Home was far away, and the future looked very bleak.

[Assistant]
The she-elf had her luminous eyes closed, even where she heard Kili calling her name once more. She couldn't talk to him; not yet. The anger she felt will soon manifest into something dangerous, and for that, she had to keep herself isolated from her godsons. Remaining in the mountain, but kept her distance from them. She watched from above, as soon as the-elf noticed Kili enter the armory.

He's still making them look for it, she inwardly observed, when she took notice of Kili still looking around. Just watching. However, for him to fall to the floor, Saeril couldn't stay. Gracefully, she let go of the ceiling and glided down to the floor, crouching beside him, while her wings folded behind. She didn't allow them to turn into her cloak. Using the strength she had, she managed to easily pick her godson up, holding him close against her chest. One of her arms underneath him, and the other under his knees, tucking him close against her slim body. Standing up with ease, Saeril unraveled her wings, and flew to the quarters inside the mountain. It wasn't too far from the armory, and the she-elf was determined to allow Kili to get his rest. It was dusty within the bedroom, but with her flap of her feathers, she managed to blow that dust off the bed.

Tucking him in, Saeril didn't leave his side, not so much as flinch from the spot. Stroking his hair, and moving a few strands from his face, she sat in the spot next to his sleeping form. It was a big bed, and far from a royal bedroom. But the bed was big enough to take two partners. She will be here when he awakens, like she always did. And he loved her for that.

[User]
Kili couldn't quite remember falling, nor did he completely register what was going on as his godmother picked him up from the stone floor. The youngest was out cold, and he hadn't stirred for the duration of his slumber. When Kili did wake, he appeared groggy and confused until his eyes landed towards Saeril. The sight of her was enough to bring a smile to Kili's face; she hadn't left after all.
"I was afraid you'd gone," he started to sit up, nearly embarrassed for having fallen asleep so easily. What had happened? His mind was foggy. "...Where are we?"

[Assistant]
Saeril was sitting in the empty space of the bed, next to Kili's sleeping form. Her knees nearly up to her chest, her wings tucked behind her, and her straight dark-brown hair flowing free. She hoped Thorin didn't go too hard on them, but by the looks of Kili's exhaustion, the dwarven King perhaps did go a bit far. Feeling the youngest stir, her attention was drawn to him. Giving that motherly smile of hers, the she-elf laid her hand upon his own, bowing her head down, and closing her eyes passively. "My promise isn't yet fulfilled, young Durin", she reminded him. "I'm sure you know that said-promise".

She was stern when she said this, although it softened when he asked on where he was. "This, was one of the original chambers to one of the sons of Durin. Don't ask me who", the she-elf winked, as if there was a hidden secret about the room. Truthfully, it was his birthplace. "It was special to a special someone".


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Appearance: Seth Vutaro stands 5'10" tall and weighs 210 Lbs. His flesh is bluish gray with splotches of navy blue scattered about his body, including a two-inch splotch on his left cheek and a six-inch splotch on the left side of his neck. His head is shaved bald with grayish colored splotches across his dome. Seth wears navy blue or black dickies trousers, brown hiking boots and similar colored work shirts. He has an assault vest he inherited from time spent in the military containing spare magazines, water bottles, a first aid kit, compass, weapons cleaning kit and various other tools necessary for survival. He retained a maroon beret with a red/gray flash upon the face to wear upon his head.

Biography: Seth grew up in Granby, a suburb of Central City. The city suffered devastating decay from the Others with more than 90% of its inhabitants, dead. The survivors are either guests of the invaders are hiding in surrounding forests and hills. Seth is one of the orc survivors hiding in the woods looking for a way to survive and overthrow their alien oppressors.

Seth never graduated High School. He attended Granby High School but dropped out before his senior year when he felt the human administration treated the orcish population unfairly. He never liked school and didn't do well in either of his classes. He did manage to get a General Equivalency Diploma (GED) which qualified him to join the US Army.

As soon as he was able, Seth enlisted in the Army, performing Basic Combat Training at Ft. Benning, GA. He qualified as an Infantryman, then attended Airborne school, also at Ft. Benning and Ranger School. His first duty station was in Vicenza, Italy with the 2nd Battalion, 503rd Airborne Infantry Regiment, 173rd Airborne Brigade. He deployed with his unit to Poland in support of NATO Operation Atlantic Resolve where he trained alongside Polish Infantry formations along the border with the Russian Federation.

After an 18-month tour with the 173rd Airborne, Seth who picked up the nickname "Vick" in Vicenza was redeployed to Joint Base Lewis-McChord near Tacoma, Washington. He was assigned to the 1st Battalion, 17th Infantry, 2nd Stryker Brigade, 2nd Infantry Division. Seth preferred the Light Infantry aspect of being in an airborne battalion in Europe over maintaining his squad's Stryker wheeled combat vehicle. He tried to make the best of it.

After his three years in the US Army ended, he had attained the rank of Specialist, received his DD-214 discharge paperwork and returned to Granby and his mom and dad. His dad had a job working on the Norfolk Southern Railway in the Maintenance of Way department, repairing tracks. The MOW department out of Central City exclusively employed orcs due to their bulk and natural strength. They endured hardships and were able to effectively perform their jobs without many problems. The orcs had a reputation as solid workers.

At the time the alien invaders arrived, Seth "Vic" Vutaro had been working for the NS Railway for one year working the crew with his father. The old man got caught up with the purge and died, along with Vic's mother. The 22-year old Army veteran made it out of the city and into the hills with a small group of survivors.

Psychological Profile: Seth is pretty laid back having accepted his lot in life. He doesn't like it and would like to one day see orcs gain a better station in life. He is comfortable as a conflict avoider. He has been pigeon holed as positive and/or happy go lucky, but when pushed can and has stepped outside his comfort zone. He is disciplined and will do what is necessary to survive.

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An alien spacecraft larger than the size of earth's major cities arrived in orbit around the planet over a month ago. Apparently, several other similar craft assumed a similar geo-stationary orbit over all other major cities around the globe. The Others as the inhabitants of earth have taken to calling the aliens began an assault by waves with the intent of removing the dominant species. The first wave knocked out all the power. Every electronic device on the planet was fried except for those items hardened against electromagnetic pulse (EMP) like military vehicles. Automobiles stopped working, home appliances shut off, time stopped, and all aircraft fell from the sky, killing thousands. The second wave saw mega earthquakes ripping up the ground, devouring small towns and flooding coastal areas, killing millions. The third wave, avian flu carried on the wings of several billion birds infectied the population killing billions. Only a handful of survivors remained. By the fourth wave, the others were among us. With their ability to inhabit human hosts, it became difficult to tell friend from foe. Your neighbor or third grade school teacher could now be one of them.

The reality you have lived with your entire life, regarding the many races of earth; humans, orcs, elves, centaurs, and dwarves has changed. The world you once knew where elves had the fortune to rest atop our social strata has fallen. Now elves inhabit the same social layer as the orcs and every other race on Planet earth…or do they? Can the arrival of an alien race wipe out two millennia of racial bigotry? The orcs have often suffered the indignities as the dregs of society to the humans and elves; now forced to survive with them, to defend them and maybe even die for them. Only a fraction of the population has remained; less than one percent of the world's population—fewer than seventy million inhabitants across the planet. They are all at risk of suffering a mass genocide of not one group or race, but all races co-existing on the planet.

This is the Bright Wave!

Seth Vutaro survived the first three waves and has learned first hand that the others have inhabited several orc, elven or human hosts. He has been fired upon by the others and has lost the apability to trust. Seth is an orc who spent three years in the United States Army, an organization that learned to surpass the binds of racial intolerance. While in the Army, he felt at parity with his Elven and Human brothers but returning to Granby and the greater Central City region of the state reminded him that society as a whole has a long way to go. He experienced those old tired prejudices he remembered from before his time in the military. He was relegated to pounding spikes for the railroad with other orcs who became like family too; all of whom could not survive to the fourth wave like he did.

He lost everyone he knew when the EMP, earthquakes and avian flu hit the population. His friends and family were all dead. He managed to get his hands on an M4 Carbine formerly owned by a soldier of the Army National Guard along with a slightly used US Army issue MOLLE backpack to contain all his worldly possessions, taking to the wilderness to survive. Recently, Seth has taken up with a dwarf named, Thalis Boulderman who worked the coal mines in the southern region of the state and a human from Minnesota named, Joe Anderson who had once been a truck driver. The three formed an uncomfortable trio, not knowing if they could truly trust one another. Two thousand years of hated and racial bigotry can be difficult to erase but being forced to work together in order to survive is a good start.

Seth is forced to put aside what he knew before the alien spacecraft arrived around earth. He MUST trust these people because the one thread that kept them together was, the notion this planet was their home, not the aliens everyone has taken to calling the Others. He hated what the Others had done more than he hated Humans, Elves or Dwarves.

He may have felt as though he did not have the same opportunities of the Humans and Elves, but they weren't outwardly killing his family and friends like the Others have done. Now, Seth feels alone. Everyone he knew died over the past month. His new existence has forced him to kill to survive and is forced to rely on this dwarf and human in order to carry on. Seth knows humans, dwarves, orcs and elves have been possessed by Others somehow and taken to killing inhabitants of earth. He wonders often, how can we tell the difference between those possessed by the Others and those who are one of us? This has now become the bane of survivors everywhere across the planet. Seth feels as long as his traveling companions do not betray him or worse, then he MUST trust them regardless of his gut feelings.

Seth secretly carries a special weapon he will not reveal to just anyone. It is a wand, formerly owned by a Bright Elf. The elf did not survive the Avian flu. Understanding the power of the wand, a nuclear missile that grants wishes; he will not reveal its existence until he finds someone capable of wielding. Most Brights are elves, so he feels he must overcome the stereotypes of those indignant individuals he has learned to hate. But seeing as he is learning to live with Dwarves and humans, he is at least willing to give an elf the benefit of the doubt. Before handing the wand over to just anyone he must learn two things. First, is the elf possessed by one of the Others? And Second is this Bright Elf he may meet someone who he will get along with? It would be devastating to Seth Vutaro if he handed over the wand and then the bright elf used it to kill him. This dilemma is something he dwells on often. He knows he cannot trust his current traveling companions with its existence. In a sense, he if fighting to enable The Bright Wave to fight against the Others rather to finish off the inhabitants of the planet.

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It was quiet out here in the woods.

Sina was used to the quiet murmurs and quickly averted stares. She was used to the hustle and bustle of the party life, too. Elves did like a party.

But this quiet she was still getting used to.

They had killed off countless everything- elves, humans, orcs, dwarves, sentient, non-sentient, they didn't seem to care. Whoever they were. They were not from here; had never been seen. But they were down here and not just in their massive ships now, that was certain.

What they looked like was not certain. Whatever it was, the Others could possess.

She did what she could. Found a man, saved him and his family- he seemed surprised that she could fight, and that she would fight for something other than an elf- and it had snowballed from there. Ace Remington, his family, more random strangers: some human, some orc, one elf, now all crowded into a house in the woods.

Sina waited patiently. They would send another because they knew they were here. They would need to move, soon, but for now, Sina waited. She had found camouflage to dress in, hiding in the woods to wait for another Silencer.

She didn't enjoy killing them, but it had to be done.


[System]
Age: 18 (undead for 3 years since the infection)
Appearance: Ash is 1.78 metres tall.

Backstory: A student who recently graduated high school and was considering her college applications, she ignored the rumours floating about on the internet about a new rabies virus. Ignorance was no cure, however, for the infection, and Ash was one of the many names that died or turned into the undead on the first day.

The virus mutated inside her, eventually turning her hands and feet into claws. One day, she eventually realised that she was topless (her shirt was either torn off or slowly decayed to the ravages of time) and used a spare roll of bandages to cover herself up. Her mind slowly returned, and from outright hostility and hunger for the living, it become curiosity. She would watch, safely hidden, as soldiers and other survivors raided former living areas for food and supplies.

3 years later, Ash knows how to speak, read and write English, even if she finds hardly anyone intelligent to talk to.

[User]
Rose fired again, but this time she missed. It took her a moment to realize that she just fired her last shot. But Rose didn't lower her gun yet. Maybe whoever was talking to her wouldn't know and keep a save distance. Zombies didn't talk right? They wouldn't back down for a gun, unless it went through their head.

Rose was looking at the thing that was holding the kevlar vest to her head. Her hand was shaky, but the gun still aimed to whoever was talking. Blood was dropping down on the floor and she knew that would only lure more zombies towards her. She needed to get out of here if she wanted to stay alive for a few extra hours.

"Too late." Rose said.

Rose was starting to become a bit light headed from the blood loss. It wasn't a small wound and she didn't had time to take a look at it and find some bandages. Thinking about that, she realized that bandaging her wound had little to no use. She was going to die anyway and come back as a zombie. She couldn't shoot a bullet through her head any more, because she wasted her last bullet. There were still a few options left: throw herself off a high building, have someone else bash her head in. Rose could be creative, maybe she would even see the fun in it soon?

"Who are you?" Rose asked in a demanding tone. "Lower that stupid vest" She wanted to see who she was talking to and how that person looked like. From what she could see, Rose wasn't sure what she was talking to and she was dying to know.

[Assistant]
Ash lowered the vest. She mentally prepared to dodge, even though she was pretty sure that the bullet would hit her before the sound reached her ears. Her grey hair, her slightly bloodshot eyes, and her slightly pale skin would have told the soldier everything, unless she was beginning to see things.

"I'm Ash. And you're bitten," groaned Ash. Apparently, the woman spent her last bullet trying to shoot her. And unless she fancied death by a crowbar, she would probably have to give her a bullet of her own. If the soldier didn't question Ash's appearance, she herself was going to bring it up.

"Do you want... bandages? Painkillers? There's still some around here," asked Ash, a little tentatively.

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Like she didn't know that she was bitten yet. "Yes, thank you, captain obvious." Rose snarled. "I didn't know that." Her tone was sarcastic and angry. She was angry because she was bitten and it felt like she had failed. She failed her group and the people she wanted to help.

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped whatever she was doing when Ash lowered her vest. "What the..." Her big brown eyes looked at the claws, the bloodshot eyes and the pale skin. Rose hadn't noticed the claws before, even though those big claws couldn't be missed when it held that vest. Did a zombie just talk? No, that as impossible, but the talking wasn't the only thing that scared her.

Rose blinked with her eyes a few times. No, this wasn't a dream, because it all looked very real. Maybe she was hallucinating? Did the virus work so fast through her body? She had no idea how this virus exactly worked and she didn't care either. It made people die and come back alive. The only thing she needed to know was how to kill them, but she already figured that out 3 years ago.

"I must be hallucinating." Rose said. Rubbing her eyes with her left hand, she groaned from the pain when she moved her left arm. "Because zombies don't talk." She shook her head, her hand still covering her face.

"Zombies don't talk, zombies don't talk." She repeated to herself, not listening to Ash's last question any more. Rose thought she was going crazy. Her right hand was shaking as she put the gun back in the holster on her belt. It was empty, she couldn't use it anyway.

She slowly moved her hand away from her face, but the talking zombie was still there. Rose looked at it with big eyes and her mouth open from shock. "I'm hallucinating."

[Assistant]
Ash guessed that resentful, sardonic tone, came from an infected person. But the soldier's tone when she saw her face, and perhaps refocused her eyes. Ash herself didn't know how the infection progressed in someone who got a minor bite. If the soldier didn't trust her own eyes, how could she communicate?

"Well, I'm not sure how to re-assure you..." Ash sat down besides Rose, and placed her hand on her shoulder. "But I'm talking. I'm not sure if the bites cause hallucinations, but I'm here, and talking to you."

She wondered what else to say, hopefully to take Rose off her bite wound. "Oh right! What's going on out there? And what's your name?"

[User]
Her eyes almost rolled out of her head when she sat down next to her. When the zombie also laid a hand on her shoulder, Rose got scared and tried to stand up quickly and walk away in a defensive mode. Instead, she sort of fell over, landed on both her arms and crawled away from the zombie. "Don't touch me! Zombies don't talk!"

Rose tried to stand up, her knees were trembling and her forehead was sweaty. She took her helmet off her head and threw it at the zombie, frustrated because she was getting sicker. "Zombies don't ask for my name." Rose mumbled, unbuttoning her jacket, because she was sweating like crazy. "Zombies eat meat, human meat, animal meat, whatever kind of meat! They are... Brain dead!"

"Right?" She took a deep breath and made an attempt to calm herself down. She was bitten, she was dying and there is a talking zombie...

"I need to warn the army..." Rose said and she sounded determined. Her eyes stared at the talking zombie. "I have to go." She turned around and made a few steps into a random direction until she stopped and realized she could never walk to the army.

[Assistant]
The soldier was getting creepier now. Did people start acting this weird after a bite, Ash wondered. Perhaps becoming a mindless zombie was a nice respite after all this crazy panicked thrashing. Ash shook her head, and looked off to the side.

She did a double-take as another walking corpse stumbled into view. Uncomfortably close to Rose.

Raising her pistol up, she fired a shot, taking out the zombie in a headshot.

"The army's a day away of walking, even if you take the open streets, miss," said Ash, shaking her head. "You're not going to make it."

With a sigh, she decided to lie. Well, twist the truth. She was technically a zombie, but zombies didn't talk. Zombies don't ask for names. They were brain dead. All this she was not.

"And I'm not all of that. I'm not a zombie either. Take a bloody seat before someone tries to eat your face off!" shouted Ash.

[User]
"Then why do you look like a zombie?" Rose asked. "It's not Halloween yet." She avoided to look Ash in the face. The shot made her jump up a little. She was so scared, and she didn't expect a zombie to shoot a gun either.

She sat down against the wall where she sat down earlier and closed her eyes for a moment, just to take in everything that had just happened.

"I suppose I can't borrow your gun to shoot myself in the head?" Rose asked the zombie. She opened her eyes to look at the wound on her arm. It looked nastier than she expected and she had lost a lot of blood. She was sure she could see some bone too. If she didn't do anything about it, the wound would become infected. But she was going to die anyway, so she decided not to do anything about the wound.

"If you're not a zombie. Then what are you?" Rose asked looking away from her wound, back to the talking zombie.

[Assistant]
Ash blinked at the request. She expected it, but it was harder to hear it than to imagine it. "Y-yeah, you can. If you want."

What was Ash, anyway? She didn't have a pulse, and her body didn't feel pain. She just shrugged. "I'm Ash, someone who just lives here. Do you have a name, or did they start referring soldiers by ID number when the world went to shit?"

She recalled... being bitten. A long time ago. But she didn't know when she specifically became less of a zombie, and more like herself. "I was bitten a long time ago, I think. Maybe I got lucky."

Ash shrugged, and toyed with her gun. As long as she didn't point it in her face, it was safe enough.

[User]
"I don't remember my ID number at the moment." Rose answered. "My name is Rose." She introduced herself. "And I'm bitten a while ago." Rose said with a sigh.

This zombie got lucky, but was still bitten? That was weird. Was that even possible? "Do you remember anything from the bite and after it?" Rose asked. She wasn't sure if she wanted to live the rest of her life like a zombie. But at least she couldn't get bitten twice.

"When the world went to shit, we pretty much lost our lives, just like everyone else." Rose said. The military was the only place they felt save and they could call home. It wasn't really home... It was a mess, a chaotic place with lots of blood and bodies of dead soldiers. Everyone was running around like crazy. There was always so much to do, so many missions. But never enough people, never enough guns or ammunition and sometimes not enough food. But they had a bed and a roof above their head at the base.

"But instead of running away, we risked our lives for humans." Rose spoke quietly. "Not that some humans were worth it." Rose said and looked up at Ash the talking zombie.

"What about those claws?" Rose asked. "is that a side effect of being a talking zombie?" Rose asked.

[Assistant]
Ash smiled at Rose. At least the woman introduced herself. Given the circumstances, though, she had the right to be upset.

"I don't remember a lot of things. I don't even remember my last name. I'm not even sure how I came to be like this." Ash looked at her claws, as Rose recalled the circumstances of humanity. It certainly went to shit out there. Ash might have even considered herself lucky, in the circumstances. There was lots of food in the places that were overrun.

Ash only recalled a specific moment when she regained consciousness, or rather, awareness. The circumstances weren't pleasant, and she preferred not to think about it.

"I think it's a side effect. And I prefer another word. Zombies are for those mindless, stumbling ones. I'm a..." Ash pondered. She hadn't come up with a name.

"Hunter."

Like the Special Infected guy in Left 4 Dead.

[User]
"A hunter?" Rose asked curious. What kind of name for a mutated zombie was that?

"Okay, then what are you hunting?" Rose asked curious. "Meat? Humans?" Rose continued to ask Ash.

It looked like she spoke the truth. But it was still weird how she looked like and talked at the same time. She looked like a zombie, but she spoke? It was probably a mutation of the virus, or perhaps her body handled it differently? Rose had no clue, and it wouldn't take long before she would turn in a brainless, meat eating monster.

The sun was slowly going to down in the sky, towards the horizon. "So, you eat human meat too?" Rose asked before she let out a soft groan, trying to stand up.

"I assume I won't go after you after I turn." Rose spoke and managed to get on both her feet. Her arm was hurting so much now that the adrenaline was leaving her body.

"Are there more like you?" The soldier asked and looked at Ash. The sun was shining in Rose her face, and you could see the sweat on her forehead and her hair was wet. a terrible fever was the side effect of the virus, before someone would turn.

Rose saw black spots in her vision and she felt dizzy after she stood up. She had lost too much blood. If she wasn't going to die from the fever and the virus, she would die from the big amount of blood she lost. So she took off her jacket, since she was burning up anyway, and tried to wrap it around the wounded arm with one arm.

[Assistant]
"It's a self-made name. Well..." Ash sighed. Her life wasn't exactly pretty. She occasionally dealt with thugs who saw themselves as the Last-Man-on-Earth. She rarely took the initiative to end them, but when they got overwhelmed, Ash dealt the finishing blow just so that they would not turn. The meat kept that way.

"I hunt for food." She scratched her head, trying to find a way in her mind that made it sound less grim. "From reasonable sources. I mean, I don't kill anyone who isn't already going to die, and I have a reasonable expectation of who's going to live or die."

Ash shrugged, giving Rose a look of that pretty much meant 'perhaps, but probably not'. "I'd be a treat for any living scientists who's looking for a cure, but I'm guessing they'll consider me legally dead and dissect me."

She knew of others that were like her, but in different ways. Some of the zombies were intelligent, but not on a 'conversational basis'. They knew how humans worked, and targeted them in clever and cunning ways. They were like animalistic hunters looking for prey.

"There are. But they're dicks."

Ash felt a little crestfallen when she saw Rose manage her wound. The soldier would probably die of blood loss first before the infection got her. "Do you think you can contact your relatives, or friends?"


[System]
Sephie's Characters~
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Creature: Cat Demon
Powers: Turning into a cat, summoning vines, reading Kiroketsu's thoughts through their link, has 9 lives
Description: Sephie is a average height girl who has shoulder-length brown hair, blue cat eyes, black cat ears, and a tail to match. Because of her creature species, she also has black paws, instead of hands and feet. The outfit she is usually seen wearing is the traditional female outfit of her demon species (a dress cut off just above the ankles with jagged sleeves and fur trim at the bottom and collar) in a purple color. She also has a pair of purple demon wings, and has a bag strapped around her waist. The bag can carry almost anything, despite it's size, and she keeps her weapon collection in it (it also happens to be where Kiroketsu lives). Sephie boasts a violent, energetic, and usually cheery personality, although she can get serious when it is needed.
Main Theme Song: Within Temptation - Iron

Name: Felixter
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Creature: Cat Demon
Powers: Turning into a cat, summoning vines, the power of his "Demon's Eye", has 9 lives
Description: Felixter is Sephie's twin brother. He has long-ish hair, with the bangs combed over to cover his left eye for reasons of safety. He also has the same kinds of ears, paws, wings, and tail as his sister (of course). He usually wears the traditional male outfit of his demon species (a suit similar to a tux with jagged sleeves, and fur trim at the bottom of the pants and on the collar). Felixter is seen as the smarter, more quiet of the twins. He runs his own lab, has created his own monster, and is a genius mechanic. He is quite protective of his sister, and refuses to let harm come to her if he can help it.

Name: Meora
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Creature: Neko
Powers: Turning into a cat
Description: Meora is a girl of average size with long dark brown hair and green eyes. She's usually wearing what looks similar to a Japanese school girl's uniform. She's a trained assassin who specializes in guns. She's the close friend of Sephie and Felixter, as she saved them from certain death in their homeland, the Demon Highlands, when they were young. They trained as assassins together, but Meora was shipped off to Japan for 5 years. As a result, she often uses Japanese in her conversations.
Main Theme Song: Gumi - Panda Hero

Name: Kiroketsu
Age: Around 20
Gender: Male
Creature: Bag Guardian Spirit
Powers: Changing color, flight, reading Sephie's thoughts through their link
Description: Kiroketsu used to be a regular demon, but he was killed for the crime of theft from the grand castle at the Demon Highlands after attempting to get a golden ring to propose to his one true love. He woke up finally when Sephie got the bag she keeps around her waist at the age of 8. Now, he is a nearly 10-ft purple spirit creature with bright green eyes, a large grin, a tail, cat-like pointed ears, and claws. He also has a particularly long tongue, which he often uses as an extra limp for carrying things. Or to annoy people. Be warned: Kiroketsu is a bit...perverted.
Main Theme Song: Miku (Or the Glutamine Cover :3) - When Crooks Laugh

Name: Amarasuru (Ammi)
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Creature: Fiery Cat Goddess
Powers: Manipulating golden flames for healing or combat purposes.
Description: Ammi is a grizzly bear-sized black house cat with silver spots, sapphire-blue eyes, and wings made up of golden flame. She is the goddess of motherly prowess and healing. Before she was a goddess, she was mostly the same, minus the flaming wings. She worked as a nurse for Sephie's friends, but spiraled into depression after all 3 of her children, and her love, were steadily killed off. Eventually, she lost her life fighting off the very person that killed her family, but was reborn as a goddess. Though her flames usually heal most ailments, she still carries the same medical pack that she strapped around her waist when still alive. Ammi loves children, and considers almost everyone she cares about to be one of her own.

Name: Amber
Age: Around 16?
Gender: Female
Creature: Living Shadow (used to be a wolf demon)
Powers: Melting into any dark place, shapeshifting
Description: Amber is an entity made up of shadow, therefore her skin and outfit are black, with some variations of gray in certain parts. She wears a crazy, cartoonish-looking dress with bows, a belt, and striped tights. Her eyes are a glowing yellow with no pupils, and she has claws, wolf ears, and a wolf tail. Her hair is curled up at the ends, and goes down to her shoulders. Amber used to be a regular wolf demon girl in the Demon highlands, but after she tried to attack and eat Sephie, she ended up dead. As a ghost, she haunted Clancy for awhile, until he was killed, and the two of them became insane, laughing, murderous shadows together. The pair should NEVER be separated by force...
Main Theme Song: Rin & Len - Trick and Treat

Name: Clancy
Age: Maybe 16?
Gender: Male
Creature: Living Shadow (used to be a cat demon)
Powers: Shapeshifting, melting into any dark place
Description: Clancy is an entity made up of shadow, so his skin and clothes are all black, or variations of gray for some places. He wears a crazy, cartoonish-looking suit with buttons, a bow tie, clownish shoes, and outlandish patterns. His eyes are a glowing yellow with no pupils, and he has claws, cat ears, and a cat tail. Clancy used to be a famous assassin working for the ultimate ruler of the Demon Highlands, but after he was given Sephie as a target, he was doomed. After his first failed attempt, Amber started haunting him, but they got along quite well. The second attempt at killing Sephie ended up in Clancy dying, where he then joined Amber and became a murderous, insane, and laughing shadow with her. The pair should NEVER be separated by force...
Main Theme Song: Rin & Len - Trick and Treat

Name: Kayori
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Creature: Half werewolf, half living shadow.
Powers: Sort of controlling her shadow arm (still learning), turning into a shadow wolf cub or beast
Description: Kayori is a smaller girl with short black hair, silver eyes, and a black birthmark vertically running across her right one. She wears a red and gold kimono with an odd design, and a matching gold headband with a bow on top. Her left arm, instead of being normal, is a huge shadow arm, which drags along on the ground behind her when she walks. Kayori came from the year 8012, to escape the horrific splitting of the world, which would release underworld demons and unlimited living shadows onto the surface. Her mother only married a living shadow because she was threatened, then gave her life to distract the authorities, and send Kayori into one of the remaining time machines. Kayori is Felixter's girlfriend, and lab assistant. She can also be a bit...stalker-ish of him...
Main Theme Song: Vocaloids - Near Future City

Name: Mirui
Age: Looks about 16 or 17, but is really only a couple years
Gender: Female
Creature: Monster Girl (Felixter hasn't given the species a name yet)
Powers: Controlling animals, growing out her fangs and claws, coloring things through her own inner magic using her tail and fingertips.
Description: Mirui was a monster created by Felixter in a bout of dangerous insanity. She's tall girl, around 7 feet or so, with bluish-green skin, long fangs that stick out of her mouth, long black claws for nails, and short-ish, messy dark blue hair. She has a very long cream-colored tail with reddish rings around it, like a lemur's, and tall, cat-like, pointy black ears. Uncovering her hair for a full view of her neck reveals fish fins also, and her eyes are a bright yellow. She wears a golden brown dress with a darker brown collar, ribbon, and details. To create her, Felixter went out and slaughtered different animals and people, taking parts back to the lab and combining them into a machine he made. By the time he snapped out of it, it was already too late. Most people run at the sight of Mirui, if they don't know her, but she's actually one of the nicest people in Sephie's group. Though her eyes are yellow, Mirui's trigger color is yellow, and she becomes extremely upset upon seeing large quantities of the color for some unknown reason...
Main Theme Song: Miku - Ronde of Possible World

Name: Ryoku
Age: A few years technically, but died young
Gender: Male
Creature: Little Fox Angel
Powers: Black smoke manipulation
Description: Ryoku was Ammi's first child, but he didn't live long enough to age much, or learn to speak. He in a bear cub-sized black fox kit with silver at the tip of his tail, and grayish-blue eyes. He's also got a pair of smoke-colored angel wings coming from his back. Ryoku was born to Ammi and her first love, Korumatsu, years ago. They wanted to keep it a surprise for their friends, so they planned to wait a week after having the baby to tell Sephie or any others. However...the night before they were going to, an evil force (later discovered to be Nimika) broke in and killed the week-old infant, despite Ammi's efforts. Ryoku can't speak, but he can write, so he takes a dry erase board and blue marker around with him.
Main Theme Song: Miku - Don't Look at Me in That Way

Name: Cloudessa (Cloudy)
Age: A few years technically, but was killed young
Gender: Female
Creature: Little Cat Angel
Powers: Summoning storm clouds
Description: Cloudessa is Ammi's third child, and her youngest daughter. She's a small, bear cub-sized gray tabby kitten with a white belly, muzzle, and big, shining green eyes. She's got a pair of white angel wings coming from her back as well. CLoudy's fur is unusually soft, and she loves to cuddle. She's a cheerful, caring little soul, who cares deeply for her friends and mother. The day that Cloudy was killed by Jackal and she was forced up into the Heavens, it was said to have sprinkled, because of her tears. She was reunited with her mother and friends as soon as the Celestial Bird granted her permission to travel the surface world.
Main Theme Song: Miku - We Should Not do Bad Things

Name: Maverick
Age: Less than a year
Gender: Male
Creature: Young Cat God of Blades
Powers: Turning into a huge monster version of himself, turning parts of himself into metal blades.
Description: Maverick is Ammi's fourth child, and the only child she's had while a Goddess. He's sized even bigger than a bear cub, though he's technically the youngest of her children. His fur is completely white, and his demon-like eyes are blood red with darker flecks surrounding the orange pupils. He also has scarier fangs, sharp-edged purple demon's wings, and claws made of large metal blades. Maverick started out as the Master's test of a way to make himself into a god. He created the child, but it needed to be implanted into a mother for it to grow. Ammi never intended to take that position, but one of her own friends ended up backstabbing her (quite literally) with the syringe. It was fast growing, and but a day or two later, Maverick was born.
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"Teach ME a lesson?! Ooh, you're askin' for it, bud!" Kiroketsu huffs, and increases his speed in chugging beers.
"This...could get bad pretty fast." Sephie begins following everyone else out of the dining hall.
"Hai. I prefer being outside and killing zombie hordes to staying around two intoxicated men..." Meora mutters in agreement.
Sephie's group, except for Kiroketsu, follow Michael outside. The shadows skip around behind them as well, up until everyone lays eyes on the sheer amount of zombies outside.
"Woooooowwww....y'know, if they weren't moving, I'd totally have an eating contest with you right now!" Amber turns to Clancy with a bright smile.
"Yeah! That'd be pretty intense, with this much food!" Clancy agrees enthusiastically.
"Sounds like we've got our clean-up crew present, after everything's said and done." Sephie snickers.
"Or, maybe it won't be necessary." Ammi steps forward. "Maybe you all should stay back. I can handle this. They can't hurt me as much as they could you, and it shouldn't prove too hard to disintegrate large amounts of them all at once..." Her wings flare up more intensely as she prepares.
"Aw, but that wouldn't be fun, if we left it all to you!" Sephie complains.
"Alright, but if you do something stupid out there to get yourselves hurt, I swear..." Ammi trails off, somewhat reluctant by their decision not to let her handle it all.

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Joe: "Your slowing down Whipper Snapper." He chugs down another 10.

Srg cast frost fire bolt at the nearest zombie killing it instantly. "That tactician, He's pretty good."

Star:"Doomers out here now!!!." responding to his call the black dog rushes outside. "Use flamethower on those undead freaks." The barks once and starts burning the zombie horde.

Kryu creates some ninja stars made of water and kills three zombies. "They seem endless."


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Male
24
Appearance:
6'2"
A lithe and lanky build with messy auburn hair that spills down to his collar.
Sun tanned skin, and dark hazel eyes that seem to be permanently narrowed.
Clean shaven, with a narrow jaw line that peaks at his chin.

This good sir should do. Perhaps not so muscular...

Deston has dedicated his life to changing the world around him. He furthers his goal by literally changing the way people see things, by altering the world around him. At first he would simply conjure images and visions that weren't there, but by an early age he had already mastered making exact duplicates of people and decided to move onto loftier goals. He began focusing an channeling his mana into changing the chemical and atomic structures of materials around him. While he can masterfully change an apple into an orange without blinking an eye, he is still working on perfecting his craft to a greater scale such as turning a wooden mansion into brick and stone, or forming an item out of the air, without it leaving him exhausted and burnt out.

Deston has never wavered in his service to the Catholic Arcanocracy and has never doubted their teachings. Once his skills as an illusionist were known they helped him focus and hone his natural born talent. At a young age he was being given tasks by his Grand-Magi Alexander Leiber, such as sitting in on meetings without being seen, or sneaking into places otherwise forbidden to his fellow novices. The Church soon displaced him from his home in Ireland, constantly having him travel from place to place going to meeting after meeting, breaking into offices, and warehouses alike. By his teenage years he had become a master at blending into the crowd, becoming anyone at any time. A Japanese manager here, a German scholar there. He was recently promoted to Magi after completing his first task of killing a man for the Church. Deston didn't know who the man was, though he suspected he was a dangerous apostate the Church had deemed needed to be put down for the betterment of humanity. But he never actually asked. He never asked questions, and he found he wasn't the slight bit worried about who the man was. That was until the man Deston had killed actually made the news. The man had been a well respected Grand-Magi of the church.

The news shook Deston's otherwise blind faith, and sought council the only place he new where. At his next meeting with his old friend and mentor Grand-Magi Leiber. Leiber quelled his fears providing a story where the man Deston had just killed had actually been an operative of a dark order bent on the destruction of the Church. The Church couldn't formally charge the man with these crimes without alarming the people of how deep this group had infiltrated the church. Deston readily accepted the story he was provided, unwilling to believe that the Church would have him kill an innocent man. But the crack in Deston's faith was there.

Deston couldn't help but ask questions for his tasks which seemed to come less and less frequently after that. After a curious case of not receiving word from the Church for two months Deston finally received another task to kill. This time Deston couldn't go blindly killing. He spent weeks stalking his subject, a man mid way through his life. A thug from all indications, the man constantly skulking in the back alleys of Chicago shaking people down. Still Deston was unsure what the higher ups in the Church could want with this mans death. It was after one particular shake down where the man had beaten a young female and threatened to kill her child that Deston had decided the man deserved to die. Deston snuck into the mans apartment with all the skill his years provided, and entered the mans room only to find him already tore to pieces on his bed. Just then two Magi and came out of the shadows attacking Deston.

The battle that followed added two more bodies to Deston's kill count. Again death affected him not at all. But the betrayal of the Church haunted him. Obviously no longer welcome in the Church, Deston spent the following year hunting down his Grand-Magi who had seemed to disappear into thin air.

Deston's personality is whatever the moment requires. One moment he is pretending to be outgoing, hearty salesman, the next a secretive and nervous recluse. He typically prefers to stay in the shadows and scope a situation out before deciding on how to act. When engaging with peers he will often display a mask of a happy go lucky youth as he observed his natural quite, caustic, cynical, and reserved demeanor would make people distant and in the long run harder to manipulate for assistance. That being said, Deston is easily flustered with true deep emotions often not knowing to do when they appear as he is used to expressing only the shallow.

Deston has no true friends as he is constantly moving about, his only constant contact is the Grand-Magi he has been serving his whole life. The betrayal of his faith rocked Deston hard, causing him to look at the world with constant cynicism and suspicion. When letting down his mask he can become vicious with his tongue as he begins to let people know what he thinks of them or a situation, not afraid to use the secrets he's stolen from another to hurt them, or pick apart their personality. His ego has been building since he was first removed from his fellow novices, giving him a sense that he cannot fail and a belief that he has no living equal in his craft. While he has no doubt there are others who know more, he believes in just a few short years he shall pass them all.

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Yuno laid back against the branch and partially on the trunk of the great redwood where Felix had been looking to find her. Her hands were webbed together and she simply had her head tilted towards the sky as a soft night breeze blew the end of her hair around every so often. With her hair color it wasn't hard to stop the outlier sitting on the red bark even during this time of night. If Felix could feel such things or tell by reading mana he could tell the tranquility coming off of her as she had a chance to simply ponder the greater unknowns of life while nighttime came in almost full. The moon was practically gone with the new moon giving them one of the more perfect views of the night sky available within the confines of the US. Her direction was clearly true north as well as he Polaris sticking out brightly with the little dipper following it. To the right of that a great arm of their Galaxy could be identified by the cloud-like spread of bright and dark areas it left behind as well as by star density. Only a few nighttime critters indicated life still moving about at the time, at least until Felix finally spoke to the girl before him.

When his voice reached her ear she turned slightly abrupt in surprise due to the lack of awareness she had given her surroundings at that moment of time. He perhaps caught her in a deep thought as well as her lack of initiative to have been using mananalysis for any detective style purposes. After the moment passed though she let out a small sigh of relief before commenting. "He is looking to hunt Taurus it seems today, hovering around the equator." Her immediate deduction of the man was that he wasn't out to harm her due to the fact he had snuck up on her and didn't immediately do anything then. This made her nerves calm considerably despite him being a stranger on school land, but even as her face turned into a trained charismatic smile that fooled most she met her guard wasn't just about to lower. "It's a good time to see Jupiter as well right now, right over there." She stated pleasantly while pointing to a point before the Leo constellation. "It's one of the best times to view Jupiter and the moon is allowing us to have a good view. I thank it for that."

For a second more she gazed at the sky before slowly standing up on her branch and resting one hand on the trunk for balance while she examined the man before her. "I guess I should ask why one of the Lord's servants decided to present themselves to me within the confines of the Academia." she spoke to the man before giving him a small curtsy once. "And by how fancy your robes prove to be can I assume you are someone of a bit more important stature then?" she added afterwards continuing with the smile and graceful attitude towards him. A true diplomat it seems in this case. "I doubt it has anything to do with my education, so I assume it might have to do with my mother or something along those lines."

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Felix stood on a separate tree from the tree Yuno was standing on. The tree Felix was standing on was close enough to Yuno to hold a conversation without yelling, and to make out fine details within each other's appearance. The moonlight shining down upon them seemed to embolden Yuno's appearance. The whitewash of the moonbeams made Yuno's outfit and hair shine vibrantly in a bright, almost hard on the eyes, pure white.

"You seem to be mistaken on a few points. Although I wear these robes, I no longer serve the governing body that assigned them to me. You were right that I am a servant of the Lord, that likely will never change. But you were wrong on the last few points. I am not here concerning your mother, whomever she may be, nor am I here concerning your education. I know how this might sound, but I am here because I need your help, and the fate of the world might be at stake if I do not receive it." Felix leaned his back up against the tree. He tried to give a comforting smile which might have just come off as awkward, despite him attempting to be disarming.

"Four days ago, I was an Arch-Magi, the highest achievable rank within the Catholic Arcanocracy. I had been an Arch-Magi for about twelve years, and served the Arcanoncracy all my life, never completely wavering in my loyalty to the body I served. That was until around three months ago, a fellow Arch-Magi, Thadeus, of whom I had already had a suspicion of, suggested during a council summit that we focus our efforts on finding these nine artifacts of grand and dangerous power called Paragons. I had studied up on the Paragons a lot as a youth, and had read accounts of their devastating power, bringing nations to power, destroying civilizations… Needless to say, I voted against the motion, and so did the Papal-Magi at the time, denying the motion. That would have been the end of it, except then not long after the Papal-Magi died and was replaced with Thadues's brother, Cornelius. Which leads me to about four days ago, there was another summit, and the motion for the Paragon effort was brought up once more by Thadues. This time, because of nepotism, Thadeus's motion was passed, and made top priority." Felix paused to collect his thoughts before continueing, "That night, I had what could only be described as a vision. I was shown many devastating events, all the possibilities of what would become of the Earth should any group get their hands on the Paragons. A voice told me that I needed to bring together a group of guardians in order to gather the Paragons before any other group does. When I awoke, I was writing names and locations down on this parchment." Felix reached into his robes and procured the parchment list. Felix charged it with mana and levitated it over to Yuno, so she could inspect it. "As you could see, your name and a very specific location was written down. Whatever told me about the various disastrous conclusions the earth would come to, somehow also knew where you would be exactly when I decided to come and visit you. I don't know how it works, but I would assume that I could visit any of these names at random in any order I want and they would all be at the location written down on that paper."

"I don't know why, but you are supposed to be a part of this team of guardians. So what do you say? Will you join us?" Felix asked.


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(キャサリンベローズ)
Kyasarin Berōzu

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Alias:
Kate, That Bellows Girl, Tinker, Meddler, Sneaker, Wild Eyes, Titan-Shredder.

Species: Human.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: October 27th.
Age: 16-17.
Height: 5' 5"

Relatives/Relationships:
Jonathan Bellows - Biological Father (deceased)
Myra Bellows - Biological Mother (deceased)
Hange Zoë - Biological Aunt (alive)
Grisha Jaeger - Former Doctor (deceased)
Carla Jaeger - Friend; Older (deceased)
Eren Jaeger - Friend; Younger (alive)
Armin Arlert - Friend; Younger (alive)
Mikasa Ackerman - Friend; Younger (alive)

Current Residence: Utopia District in Wall Rose.
Former Residence: Shiganshina District in Wall Maria.
Occupation: Survey Corps Member, Research & Development.
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.

Hair Color: Auburn-Brown.
Eye Color: Violet.

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Personality:
Following a history of abuse, Kate's social development was a slow burn, as her former doctor had noted that she was "in a state of repression; hiding within herself, until it's safe to come out." It was hard for the world to reach the quiet and solitary Kate, who spent much of her time studying and exploring by herself. Eventually, after crossing paths with Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, the true side of Katherine came out, revealing a truly inquisitive, street-smart, and energetic girl behind all her pain and loneliness. Unfortunately, for all her youthful beauty, she is not very feminine. Due to suffering from the degree of early childhood trauma, despite her compassion and selflessness, remnants of Kate have been filled with mental and emotional instability, making her incredibly unpredictable, and prone to feral yet inappropriate outbursts; her own anger can manifest into that of savage aggression. This led for her to be known as 'That Bellows Girl', because of this odd, sometimes concerning, behavior.

Since the Shiganshina invasion, Katherine does not, but really tries to understand the mindset of the monsters that robbed her of her home. Adding to her curious nature, she developed a habit of voicing this wonder aloud, often asking "Why do you do it? Do you even understand? Are you even in there?", as well as began to associate their dazed and uncontrollable behavior with her own mental state. Even after she threw herself into military training, Kate continues to write these personal thoughts into a booklet, of which she treats as an outlet for herself, whilst having to fill it with notes, involving designs, ideas, and theories for mechanical improvements and innovative inventions. The very concept of coming up with new things and improving old ones, serves as her comfort zone and, if anyone needed assistance with such a field, Kate is the first to go to, and the first to step up, as she might have an idea or two. Essentially, Katherine's intellect outpaces her own emotions.

Speaking of which, now that it is been thrown into the sun, it has become rather difficult for Katherine to figure out certain feelings, whether it is her own, or that of someone else. That does not mean she is not without knowledge of people caring for each other but, due to being born in an unstable household, she has little-to-no experience of developing genuine attachments. Beyond her small group of friends, and extraordinarily little family, Kate, to this day, tries to fit in; all-the-while, not even sure what kind of person she would like, although it is possible she may be seeking someone of whom she could confide in, and depend on; someone that can give her a sense of hope and purpose. Nonetheless, she knows that humanity needs a savior, so, to the best of her ability, Katherine gives it her all to support the military, and ensure her kind's survival.

Abilities:
Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding : Even before she started her training, despite her somewhat non-physical stature, Kate's slender but fit body has allowed her in becoming more notably agile, balanced, and fast; whether or not she's on the battlefield, Kate has no trouble getting around with her ODM gear. Due to not possessing great physical strength, she is still working to perfect her blade-wielding skills

Olympic-Level Agility/Martial Arts : Even without her ODM gear, regarding her athletic grace, Kate is naturally flexible, therefore she can perform movements that others can't seem to replicate. This is especially evident in her use of hand-to-hand combat, as she utilizes her agility and reflexes to greatly benefit her lithe stature. She seems to also possess a mastery in parkour, both on and off the battlefield - being able to run, jump, and climb, with great speed.

Genius Intellect : It is possible that Kate's real strength is her clever and innovative mind, as she has quite the knack of coming up with solutions and ideas, when dealing with situations, whether or not, it involves the battlefield. Her personal 'diary' is an outlet for these thoughts, having to be filled with notes on improving machinery, developing new devices, and so forth; her greatest invention being the infamous 'Titan-Shredder', a combat device she herself conceived.

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At first, she didn't know what Sara was apologizing for, so there was a little glance of confusion before she continue and it made sense. Kate's mind worked rather quickly, so naturally she might have these moments of confusion, like she was trying to parse the whole before it was complete. A harmless fault. It came from processing too fast and jumping ahead of everyone else, mentally, before realizing the leap went too far and you have to go back. Anyway...Kate shook her head, letting off a sad smile.

"No, it's fine. The more, the merrier."

The more who thought of her kindly, the better. Myra's eccentric behavior was not easily engaged with. It required patience, and some people would cave on arguments largely because she'd thought so thoroughly on something, almost obsessively, that you didn't have a chance to find any flaws. Or to put it her way: 'If I'd seen any flaws IN my argument, I wouldn't bother to speak it. It had to pass through me first.'. And in a way, that meant that Myra was almost self-regulating. Almost. Still, there was no failing in the love she had for her daughter, and so nobody missed her more.

Now, when Sara asked Kate to lean against her, that led to a definite question of 'Why?'. No one had made a request like that of her, just out of the blue. It was an unexpected thing to ask. The only thing that Kate could think of was that she had a reason, and that it wasn't the light-haired woman's habit to lead people astray. For some reason, the thought of it made Kate feel...anxious. Couldn't really pinpoint why, but after a brief hesitation...she did, and Sara continued, giving her a slew of questions. At first, the Brunette simple wanted to answer them all, one after the other, as bluntly as you can imagine. But this is not what the Lieutenant wanted. She was asking one question...and it was not an easy one.

Who...and what? It wasn't just a straightforward answer, was it? It sounded more like what Sara was trying to say to her was...

"Many people said that I should...but the decision was mine. I can't speak for humanity, though. Only me."

Hopefully, that was an adequate response, because...in some ways...she didn't know humanity from the Titans. Kate felt that...as much as the sleepy giants appeared to be so aimless and vacant...they were purposed, mindful, conscious on some strange level. They may even have been withdrawn like she was, previously. It was because of such a fugue-like state in her past that she began to wonder what the Titans really were. And after learning all that she had about Eren's ability, that line between their two species grew much thinner.

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If she was completely honest with herself, Sara could presume that not many have told Kate the same thing for quite a while. She may not know on the amount of people who may have told her the same thing, but there was a strange instinct telling her that there wasn't much. The solemness that seemed to be resonating from the girl was starting to ignite twinges of sympathy inside the white-haired woman, considering that this was someone, who has been living in pain for most of her life. If she had the right opinion, Sara was starting to believe that all Kate needed, was someone to help her through such hard times, even if she finds herself facing the past, once again.

If she had to, the lieutenant would be willing to put her own presence near Kate, whether if the girl was in need of safeguarding, from either herself or those around her...even as far as go out of her own way, and risk her very life, if she means to do so. Sara remained where she was, even she felt her lay her head against her shoulder, as instructed. Judging by her answer, the white-haired woman turned her head to the side, to look at the brunette, as if to scan her, with gentleness lingering within her bluish-grey eyes.

"Whether if it was humanity that told you, or if it was your gut that drove you, she would still be proud of you, you know? For what you're doing for the benefit of those, your mother wishes to continue protecting. There may not be Myra Bellows anymore, but in my eyes, there is still a Bellows, who could possibly keep her legacy going."

The albino-toned woman paused in her explanation, before having to look back up at the sky, and speaking once again.

"I'd suggest trying that; for her, and for the sake of all of us."