[System]
Appearance:

Age:
 26

Birth Country:
 Born on a boat, raised on a boat, then delivered unto the Slums

Family members:
 Mother- Irene
 Father- Richard
 Little Sister- Tasha

Role/Occupation:
 Hireable criminal brute. Used to be a dock worker.

Starting Fortune:
 Always has at least 50 dollars on him. (In his front left pocket)
 Pocket knife (Kept in belt)
 Hunting knife (Kept in belt)
 5 Throwing knives (Kept in belt)
 Metal bat (Tied onto back)

Strengths:
 Melee combat (Knives, Fists, etc.)
 Durable (Can take a beating)
 Sneaky (When he wants to be)
 Intimidating (When he wants to be)

Weaknesses:
 Dealing with emotions (Easily angered, thinks he can never show anything other than anger or impassiveness.
 Not a very good judge of character
 Doesn't care about anything (Except the people that are very, very close to him)
 Ranged combat (Bows, guns, etc.)
 Being diplomatic (He punches people. He doesn't have a way with words.)

Greatest Fear:
 Internal Fear - Weakness. (Showing it, feeling it. It doesn't matter. If he's seen as weak in any way and he can recognize it, it'll be
 all he thinks about.)
 External Fear - Claustrophobic (Can't handle small spaces. He would rather die than go in a crawl space. Elevators are pretty bad too.)

Background/History:
 Childhood: At a younger age he used to be a sweet little boy who wouldn't hurt a fly. He was never really scared of much and he felt the sight of blood was oddly welcoming. Ronan always wanted to protect his friends, not so much his family. He hated his father for not being there for him, and his mother for ignoring him completely. The only family he really cared for was his sister, the only person that has ever always been there for him. At school, people picked on him, called him names, pulled nasty pranks on him. Ronan was seen as weak and pathetic. One day it was too much and he finally snapped, he couldn't deal with it any longer. After hospitalizing a bully on the way home, the beast inside had been awakened and he began to crave violence like a drug. Now Ronan is unapologetic. He misses the sight of blood like an old friend. Ronan is easily provoked since he doesn't care about his actions getting him in trouble. He would sooner break a kid's nose than apologize to him, and he rarely backs down from a fight or opportunity to feel someone's bones crunching under his blows. Ronan also has a slight fascination with guns, although he would never use one. He loves seeing fruits explode on impact, but can't help but wonder if heads do the same thing as watermelon.

 Where, Why, and What:
 Ronan was born as a Gypsy. Not your typical Gypsy though. Oh no, he was a Gypsy of the sea. Instead of riding a wagon from town to town, he would ride ships and help with the sailors while his mother robbed them with her "magic." When he was no older than 10, his parents would constantly be traveling. That was, of course, before his sister came around. When his mother was pregnant with Tasha, the family finally settled down in their current home, the last port before delivery. Although, always being in close quarters with his parents didn't mean they really gave him much attention. His mother was always focused on the next client, and his father was never really there to begin with. Ronan's father was always off ship, but sometimes found his way to the port they were loading onto. They saw him at most three times a year, sometimes less than that. After Tasha was born, Ronan never saw him again. His mother loves The City of No Name, even though her lack of a well-paying profession has left them in the slums. Then, his mother got sick. He was only 17 when his mother fell ill. She was so sick she could barely move and he, being the oldest, had to take over. Ronan was never really into the Gypsy stuff, nor was he good at it. He would rather take the things he wanted by force rather than by finesse. So, that's what he became. Ronan had always been a big kid. That, combined with his violent nature, he did fairly well in the streets. He started out as a mugger, providing just enough for his mother and sister. But, it soon became addicting. Seeing the blood splatter against the stone, and hearing the crunch of bones, it was his drug. Ronan couldn't stop, nor did he want to. He quickly became what he his today, a brute for hire. Handing out hits didn't also pay better, it was more fun. He had found his purpose. Something that not only entertained, but provided for what little family he had left.

[User]
the first chapter of an original story: Urban Creatures

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Current week: [Nov 1, 2017 - Nov 7, 2017]

[Assistant]
Sloth the Dealer, Nov 1, 2017 - 9th Street in the Slums of No Name , approximately 9am

"and stay the fuck outta my sight, if I ever see you around here again I'll make sure you are pulled apart piece by piece you slimy piece of degenerate shit fuck!"

wide-eyed with fear the sunken face man ran off tripping over his own feet , struggling to keep his balance gasping for breath after being on the receiving end of a deafening stomp to his chest cavity that surly cracked a couple of ribs.

"junkie piece of shit tried to rob me, me?" laughing to himself, "obviously he didn't know who the fuck he was dealing with. prick's lucky I didn't stab em, cuz betty's been lonely.." he trailed off, thumbing the handle of a black blade tucked in his waistband.

when suddenly he erupted into a series of violent coughs that reverberated his entire being causing him to double over, bringing a dark cloth from his pocket he covered his masked mouth, attempting deep breaths through his nose to calm down. Finally he was able to bring his breathing to a steady rhythm, "fucking bullshit" he muttered in between now short controlled breaths. "lung bullshit"

*bzzzz* the pager adorning his waist vibrated, he looked down at the green retro screen of what was now considered ancient technology. the poorly illuminated device read "1 o clock lunch" in fading LED.

1 o clock lunch .. today we'd be going down to the docks to pay someone a much needed visit. I'll head over to the Market District and grab a newspaper while I wait. See what bullshit they've come up with today.

Sloth walked in the direction of the Market District, passing a line of drug addicts slumped together on the wall of a degrading building. Obviously burned out from the evening before.

"Ahh, I love the smell of the Slums in the morning" he said sarcastically turning his head to the left, letting out a sigh. "fucking pussies" he crumpled up a $10 euro note and threw it at the feet of the three bums."go get some food you fucking degenerates" they dropped to their knees and crawled towards the wad of cash, clawing at one another to get their hands on the paper treasure. Sloth rolled his eyes behind his mask and tilted his head back looking up at the bleak sky accented with it's perpetual red haze.

"How am I going to help fix this fucked up hell hole?"

He continued walking towards the market district. Relaxed but focused on the task at hand. Today was important.

"Corrupt Bitch." Sloth grumbled to himself flinging the newspaper on the ground next to the bench where he was sitting near the Market District newsstand. The headline read "Mayor Jess Declares No Name City's Upper District, the Safest Place on Earth"
"Safest Place on Earth my ass, who the fuck comes up with this bullshit?"
"If anyone belie- but right as he was getting into his audienceless rant his Sujo brother appeared in his peripheals and gave a signal.

Right, no bitchin', it was time. Standing up Sloth headed off in the direction of the Docks, someone was owed a visit.

[User] -delete this-

[Assistant]
Andria looked up at the ticking clock on the wall. Sighing, she stood up from her work in the building's garage. Looking around, the young woman began to wipe grease and oil from her hands. Cleaning up the tools she had lying around, Drake made sure that her workplace was left in a clean and neat state. The half-built car that stood in the middle of the garage looked out at her solemnly. Drake had been working on the car for nearly several months now. Ever since she arrived at No Name.

Letting the rag in her hands fall onto an empty table, Drake walked up the stairs into the inn proper. The inn was called The Serpent's Lair, but was more commonly known as the Den in the docks of No Name. The inn was three stories tall. On the bottom story was the pub, kitchen, and garage. The second floor was the guest rooms and the top floor was Drake's living quarters.

Sighing, Drake walked up to the front door. Looking out, she watched as the sun peeked up over the horizon. Flipping the sign that hung in the window to 'OPEN' Drake turned back around. Reaching up behind her head, the woman tied her hair back into a ponytail. Walking up to the stairs she pulled on a rope. A loud thump was heard afterwards, followed by the quick pattering of feet. Paying no mind to the sounds, Drake pulled out a notebook from behind the counter. In it was design after design after design. They were all of different pieces of the car that sat in the garage.

Suddenly, a small, wiry frame came tumbling down the stairs. Tripping, the young boy face-planted the ground. Though, it couldn't have been too hard as he bolted upright with a stupid grin on his face. "Hey, Eric! Stop fooling around and get to those dishes from last night." Drake yelled out to the boy, patting the top of his head as he passed. His thick brown hair was a mess this morning, as it always was.

Drake had met the boy over a year ago in the slums. He had decided to pick her pocket, which was a bad decision for him. However, Drake had always had a soft spot for children and instead took the nine-year old in. When she opened up the inn a year ago, he quickly became her number one, if only, employee.

Roused from her thoughts, Drake's attention turned towards the door as the bell rung. The cold morning breeze wafted into the building as a figure stood, silhouetted , in the doorway.


[System]
Klara Blake

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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History

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

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

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

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

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Symbol Runa Johansson, Daughter of Balder Symbol
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[User]
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Location: Niflheim
Skills: Basic Ass First Aid

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Lara looked over at their boat and winced as she saw it being smashed and broken into. There went their ride, but thankfully that meant they didn't have to try to return it now, right? She noticed the cave as well and then went to follow Arnora inside, and looked at Elizabeth. The other girl was starting to look pretty bad, and Lara was pretty sure she had lost quite a bit of blood. Once they were in the cave, Lara gestured for Arnora to set Elizabeth down.

For the moment, all Lara could do was rip off parts of the shirt she was wearing and tie them around the bleeding wounds of Elizabeth's both. She wasn't sure if Elizabeth would survive at this rate, and so she looked up to Arnora and frowned at that and then sat down and leaned up against the wall. They needed to still be quiet for the moment, as the dragur were distracted for the moment, but who knew how long that would last.

[Assistant]
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Runa Johansson

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Location: Nidavellir
Skills: N/A

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 Runa giggled ever so slightly at the way the cat wiggled her butt before pouncing. She never really understood why a cat would do that sort of thing, but she had seen it once or twice before. She replayed the moment again in her mind and couldn't help but smile, giggling a little bit more. And that just made her think about the butt wiggle again, until Runa was honestly giggling and smiling - the most Klara and Nadia had seen her smile so far, and the most she had smiled since her untimely death. It was probably that bit of honest mirth that caused her to not stiffen and tense up when Nadia put an arm around her. She really wished they had that moment on video.

 "We should just ignore him," Runa recommended. Nadia didn't trust the strange person, and neither did Klara, so as far as Runa was concerned there was no way she would trust him. She did have to wonder how he knew about their quest - they had only just received it. Did the entire universe know that she was one of the three sent out to fix things? If everyone died, would they use their final breath to curse her name? The smile on her face faded away at that thought. Would her mother blame her for failing?


[System]
Age: 21. Exiled at 20.

Exiled for: A year and a month

Race: Alpha Werewolf

Heritage: The oldest son of the current leaders of their Pack. Legends say that the Vukasin wolves have been around for five centuries, no proof has arisen so those are mostly rumors. Hushed whispers sometimes state that a wolf mated with a mage and because of that some wolves were born with magic dominant within them. No one can say for sure if that is true.

General Appearance: He appears like his mother except for his emerald green eyes that he inherited from his father. He's of slender build with muscles hidden beneath the clothes he wears, he's tall at 5'8". His eyes darken to a mossy-green when he's angry or uneasy, when he's exhausted they appear hazel or even grey. His skin tone is lighter than most wolves, no matter how long he's out in the sun he never tans though he doesn't mind. His shifted form varies only in the color of his eyes and the size he appears as. His eyes are golden and he's twice as big as the wild wolves that habitat the forests. His fur is a mixture of grey and black, his tail ebony in color while his underbelly was a mixture of white and grey.

Clothes worn: When he was a part of his Pack he wore robes of different shades of grey and black. After his exile he wears simple and yet comfortable clothes, loose shirts and pants that were easy to move in. Though he rarely shifts from his wolf form nowadays, he makes sure to keep a change of clothes in the trees near where he lives.

Abilities: Full-shift: Werewolves are able to complete the shift only if they have practice and are related to someone who's completed it. Neither of his parents are able to shift fully, the only thing that changes are the color of their eyes. At first it hadn't been easy to shift forms, it wasn't until his grandmother his told him the secret that he was able to change freely.
Magic: He's kept this to himself except for his grandparents that have visited him after his exile. He's able to create ice at will, something that was rare and extremely hard to do when he first found it about his ability. He can form ice from the air or any surface of water, his breath always creating a white puff even in the heat of summer.
Enhanced senses/strength: Rarely will he shift unto his human form, he's grown accustomed to being able to sense everything around him. He's able to smell things for a large distance away, his hearing is just as good that he can hear a rumble of thunder from miles away. He's never had to use his strength except for those times he's had to fight other animals larger than him, though the mere sight of him usually sent anything fleeing.

Weakness: Wolfsbane: A flower that is poisonous to his kind, even humans are warned to stay away from it. The flower blooms were werewolves are and the smell of it is enough to give him a headache. He was forced to ingest it when he'd been taken and from that he'd been immobile and weak for a week. Healing: Usually Were's can heal any wound within minutes, the only times it took longer were when wounds were continuously applied or when hunger of exhaustion were at their peek. Feral wolves: There are two types of Were's, those that were bitten and those that were born wolf. The bitten wolves had a higher chance of going feral if they weren't watched during a full moon, born wolves are able to maintain their humanity with more ease when they have an anchor -someone to bring them back from the brink of losing their mind-.

Weapon: His ability of ice. He can form a barrier at will or clones of wolves to aid him when in trouble. He can form a wolf-like mist armor that could hold against swords and other Were's, it can't hold against fire magic for more than a couple of minutes.

Personality: Will describe in the roleplay.

Ticks/tags: Ticks: When he's anxious he'll curl his upper lip in a silent snarl, his tail ramrod straight. Pacing back and forth when restless or is unable to sleep. Tags: After being thrown out like trash after being taken, he's more prone to fidgeting. He's not sure what they did to his right hind leg but it throbs when it rains or he's on his feet for too long.

Fears: Not being able to find Thea. Byrce fears losing his mind to his wolf when he's lost in anger or old memories from his time within a sterile white room.

Family: Parents: Alpha Ryde and Alpha Kiera
Siblings: Andrea (16) and Isaac(12)

Short bio: He'd learn from a young age that he was special. He was taught that humans and mages were beings that he was to be cautious of. He was six when he began to notice the diminishing number of his packmates, how tense his parents were with each person that went missing. Meeting the royal family to sign a treaty had confused him, his mother had explained to him that it would help their packmates so no one else went missing anymore. He met their daughter and despite his initial wariness of her, he found himself warming up as time passed.

She was the first to see his Full-shift. He had only been ten when it had happened and it had been a surprise to everyone. His parents had taken him home that day and had explained to him what Alpha, Beta and Omega meant. He found out that night that he was an Alpha, which would explain why he'd been able to shift. From then on he could be found running around the Althanes' kingdom full wolf, everyone relaxed after the first few times. Years passed after that and Byrce barely had time to see his friend, his time was spent dealing with his parents pressuring him to chose a mate.

The day they came for Thea was the day Byrce found out about his ability. He managed to injure one of the men before a blow to the head momentarily stunned him, the next thing he knew something was being shoved down his throat. He awoke to a burning agony that he couldn't escape no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't put up a fight when they came to collect him. He wasn't sure just when he'd been thrown out or where he was, all he knew was that his hind leg refused to hold his weight and his body ached all over. When he finally made it home he didn't have time to relax, he was immediately tackled to the ground by the guards.

He was exiled that day without a chance to see his parents, the one that had given the order had been an Elder he had learned to obey. He managed to reach a forest that seemed to glow even in the darkness of night. He came to the next morning when a warm hand running down his side and the smell of pine filling his nose. His grandparents took care of him and made sure his leg healed as best as it could, his ears managing to catch the faint words of "Wolfsbane poisoning" before darkness took him under again. He began searching after he'd been given the okay by his grandfather, he still keeps searching when he's able to.

[User]
Anything involving a forest was a splendid idea.

Voicing his agreement with a soft yip, Byrce raced forward and nudged Zane's side playfully he did so. Their secret escape route would lead them close to the path that would take them towards the direction Thea had suggested, his own Kingdom was further east which he was thankful for. As he reached the tunnel-like path he heard a far-off howl, his ears twitching as he recognized the tone. His siblings shared his ability to shift though they couldn't control it as easily as he yet, Andrea it seemed wanted to know where he was.

Crawling onto his belly he easily wiggled through the opening, immediately shaking himself when he came free on the other side. Sitting on his haunches while he waited, Byrce focused on his surroundings with alertness. He was in charge of both Thea and Zane once leaving the kingdom, he was always on guard for threats. Ears and nose twitching as sounds and scents drew his attention towards the canopy of trees he can see, Byrce rose to his paws and yipped softly as he waited to begin their adventure. He fell silent when his stomach gave a loud tumble, a snort escaping him as he remembered he'd been denied food due to being late for his meetings that morning. Golden eyes focused on the trees, his tail twitching as he felt a familiar breeze of frigid air gently billowing against his fur. He hadn't shown or told Thea yet about his new ability yet, a wolfish-grin spread across his features as he envisioned how it would go.

Maybe the rumors of werewolves being part mages were true, Byrce hadn't heard of anyone else in his Pack being able to control an element. Shaking his form to dispel the small ice-crystals that were coating his grey-black fur, Byrce focused instead on quelling the sudden urge to release a burst of ice. It hadn't even been a week yet since he found out, his control was weak unless he was completely focused. He hoped his friends would join him soon, his stomach seemed intent on consuming his spine from how suddenly starving he was.

[Assistant]
Zane gave a yelp when Bryce nudged into him on his way forward. He snapped slightly at him, then turned to make chase, but stopped to look to Thea with a whine and pawing at the ground.
 Thea, with a smile that echoed in her eyes, swirled back around with a twirl of her skirts, and hurried after Byrce. Though she knew she could not keep up with the speed of a wolf, she ran, just as eager to leave the castle behind her as her friend seemed to be. Zane kept a steady pace between them, trying to split his focus between the wolf ahead of him and the girl behind.
 Hidden among a rather dense gathering of shrubs, face shrouded in shadow by the hood of a cloak, a pair of eyes watched the trio race toward their "secret" passage. With everything from the figure's form to the neigh imperceptible beat of its heart masked by a small device in the figure's gloved hand, the gentle whoosh of a contented sigh went unnoticed. With a smug air, the figure stood from its crouch once the three were out of sight, and turned back toward the castle.
 Thea reached the passage last.
 Ivy clung to the castle's outer wall stretching to either side of her. The vines hung in a sheet from about half-way up the massive structure, where the stones took on a smooth texture preventing the plant--and any invading forces--from finding any footing. Near where one side of the wall met the other, Zane waited impatiently for her.
 She gave him a quick rub between his ears, got on her knees, and pushed part of the ivy aside. A tunnel not much larger than she was on hands-and-knees waited beyond, the vines untouched for years. She crawled through it as quickly as she could, Zane at her heels. The vines fell back into place behind them, casting the already dim tunnel into near complete darkness.
 It did not take long to reach the other side, which was guarded by an illusion to make the entrance look as solid as the rest of the wall.
 Thea emerged on the other side where her friend waited. Now covered in dirt and a couple spider webs Byrce's fur had not cleared away, she stood. Wasting no time in attempting to brush herself off, she looked to where her friend waited as Zane exited the tunnel. She smiled lightly at his posture, a posture he always took when they were out together. A posture of high-alert she had seen Zane take on many occasions. Except, of course, for the grin Byrce wore that only a werewolf could give.
 She eyed him suspiciously for a short moment, wondering what laid behind the lupine grin, then glanced toward the east where the river waited.
 "Last one to the river's a skinned lizard!" she shouted over her shoulder as she raced off toward the water.
 Zane gave a bark in surprise when she suddenly took off through the dense trees surrounding this part of the castle, and hurried after her.


[System]
Nickname
I'll leave that up to his classmates
Age
22
Gender
Male
Sexual Orientation
Bi
Racial Orientation
Virginia, USA. British/Irish ancestry, but not important in his family.

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History
The Allbrights are an old family of witches, and known to the ordinary people of nearby Fredericksburg as a family of rich eccentrics. They are locally famous(or infamous, depending on where you stand) for remaining neutral during the American Civil War. The local legend goes that soldiers from both sides tried to visit them at various times during the war, but despite being a large home and property, no one ever found the Blue House where the Allbright family lived. It wasn't seen again until years after the war ended, when a mail carrier who was new in town was being hazed by his new coworkers. When he asked about a large backlog of packages for the Allbright estate, they let him go try to deliver it to the missing house, for a laugh. Nobody believed him when he returned, bemusedly successful, until he was pressed and described the house and the patriarch of the family with eerie accuracy.

Habitually reclusive, and territorial to a fault, the Allbright family never got involved with witch affairs either. They traditionally taught their children at home, and Dana is the first member of the family to attend Raindale. His natural wanderlust was magnified by his rite of passage, and the forging of his familiar contract. Had he been born a few years ago, he might never have gone, but as luck would have it, the family's previous patriarch died recently, and was succeeded by an uncle who was particularly fond of Dana. He indulged the young man, and sent him off to school.

Personality
Calm
Patient
Kind
Strong willed

Stubborn
Wandering
Aloof
Addictive personality

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Likes
Outdoors
Old Buildings
Cold Weather
Wildlife and anthropology documentaries

Dislikes
Overly sunny days
Laziness
Prudishness

Hobbies
Hiking
Gardening
Wood carving, and some simple carpentry

Fears
Scarecrows
Deep water
Wild fire(camp fires or fireplaces are nice, though)
Driving

Dreams
Dana wants to travel the world, climb mountains, walk in the ruins of ancient civilizations.

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Year
Second
Classes
Herbology
Elemental Magic
Soul Restoration
Necromancy

Specialization
The magic practiced by the Allbrights draws power from the land, through their connection with it. This does not mean necessarily the natural landscape only, but refers to what humans have built as well.
Their most powerful place is an abandoned church, and its adjacent graveyard where many Allbrights have been buried in the past. Dana has a branch from an ancient oak tree that grows among the tombstones.
He is a nature witch, who counts humanity as a part of nature.

Strengths
Can connect with and intuit his environment very well.
Is Sensitive to spirits, both dead and inhuman.

Weaknesses
Can be easily overwhelmed

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Familiar
Crow, the crow.
Like many witch families, the Allbrights have a particular rite of passage, though theirs isn't the most responsible. Dana was given a special blend of plants with particular magic properties to smoke, and then sent walking from the back yard of the Blue House. Nobody knows what actually happened after that, least of all Dana. But his experience of it was as follows.

He came upon a country road, approaching out of the woods. It continued on forever, Dana walking unsteadily. He spoke with animals, but encountered no people, despite occasionally walking through cities, both modern and ancient. Much of this was experienced in a haze, but one event he remembers very clearly. He was walking past a corn field, but it was rotten most of the way through. There was but a single stalk still standing, and it was guarded by a scarecrow. Though he couldn't describe it now, at the time it terrified him, "it was trying to kill me with its eyes," he described shortly after returning. He doesn't remember what he meant.

Dana was starving by this point, and though he originally ran as far and fast as he could, he returned, as it was the only food he'd seen on his whole trip. Summoning all of his courage, Dana charged across the field, and shoved the scarecrow over. It went down without any resistance, and Dana seized the last ear of corn. When he turned around, the field was covered with flocks of crows who had apparently come down from the sky after the scarecrow was deposed. They were picking at the rotting corn, apparently trying to find a morsel that was still edible. Dana sat on the edge of the road, but only ate a few bites of the raw corn before tossing it to a small family of the birds. After watching them eat, one of the younger crows hopped over to him, and dropped an old tarnished silver ring by his hand. Dana put the ring on, and for some reason felt like he ought to be getting home. When he returned, the crow followed him.

[User]
Meredith Odile

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@CosmicComet @Altered Tundra

Taking another bite of her salad, Meredith watched through squinted eyes as more people approached their table, not taking the almost obvious hints that she was attempting to throw at them through small glares and uncomfortable shifts in her seat. She began to feel a little overwhelmed already, but she covered it with a sigh, straightening herself to look a bit more intimidating, though it was difficult considering she was 5'1 exactly and looked a bit young for her age.

Turning back to Karina, as she found out, Meredith tilted her head slightly, taking a moment to respond to her question. "Well, I was trying to bring up something, you know-." She blinked a few times before finishing her sentence. "-For conversation purposes. You wouldn't want me to just sit here without saying a word, yes? Making it awkward for the both of us?" Meredith asked rhetorically, with a hint of sarcasm on her voice before she gave a small cough as she realized it. It was a bad habit she was trying her best to break, if you count "trying her best" as "barely trying", which was a more accurate term. She didn't really know Karina, nor Nadia, whom she seemed familiar with, but Meredith certainly was not, pursing her lips at the woman's early morning optimism.

"Ah, er, hello there. You're Nadia I'm assuming? Since that's what Karina adressed you as," Meredith waved her hand before resting it on her lap again. "Not sure if you're aware already, but I'm Meredith," she greeted yet another person, before once again turning back to Karina. "Hmm, I don't necessarily believe 'excited' is the right description," she said, pausing. "Maybe try...I dunno, 'indifferent', perhaps? They're just like normal classes, but with a hint of magic, which I suppose is more fun. Some of the teachers though are rather irritating, and it's not gonna be long before someone get their ass kicked, but-," she shrugged. "-It's pretty neat overall. I only have like, two classes during the day, so I have a whole lot of free time," also not realizing the wolf that had gone and sat behind Karina, but noticing the snake that had slithered onto the other woman's shoulder; the one who had sat a seat away from them. Meredith looked at it for a moment, interested.

And then as she began to ease up a little, yet another person approached with an overall optimistic disposition, which don't get her wrong, she didn't have anything against it, just that she wasn't nearly in the mood this early in the morning. Turning her head towards him, she said, "Excuse me, but please don't. Just-," she sighed, tilting her head, a tad annoyed now. "-No."

[Assistant]
Swallowing, Imani waited until her mouth was completely empty of food. "Thank you Jo, you're always so sweet to me." she cooed softly, looking at what Jo had decided for breakfast. It looked delicious and healthy, she thought about copying it tomorrow even- something different from the usual. She continued to dip her toast in the oatmeal, using her spoon to shovel a hearty bite of the oats and fruit onto the toast like vessel before putting it to her lips. She was just now starting to feel a little bit better about the morning, feeling her positive attitude shift into gear before turning into a serious study mode once classes started.

"Oh no, that is terrible!" Imani commented about Jo being scheduled for multiple classes at once. She had that happen once before but they just arranged her classes around, because she complained enough. "Hmm, let's see I have Herbology with you of course coming up here first, followed by Healing and Divination, nothing too drastic." she chimed, using a napkin to pat her lips from the crumbs of the toast.

Maxwell found himself a seat at their table and Imani returned an answer to his statement, "Oh no! You're not taking anyone's seat. Morning Max." she gave him a slight nod of the head looking at his breakfast as well, curiously. Eggs were such a staple for breakfast food, and she kind of regretted not getting some for herself. "We were just talking about what classes we were looking at this year, I don't think we have any together though." she gave a small pout, looking to Max and then to Jo expressively.

[User]
Jo grinned at Imani. "Keeping it real." She nodded and shrugged. She smiled at Max and gave a little wave with her fingers wiggling about "Morning Max.".

Jo nodded at Imani's schedule - She knew they had Herbology together. She was rather keen for it too. For the together part more then the Herbology part. Anyone who knew Jo could tell she had quite the infatuation with Imani. She munched on a celery stick, looking between the two, then sideways, noting who sat with whom.

"So... I'm open for business, right? you two hear anyone needing any potion, you tell them to come to me, right? God knows I could use the cash." she nodded, cracking a few knuckles.

[Assistant]
Dana woke at the same time as the bell, but not because of the bell. He woke because this is the time that the school woke. For the first few seconds of his consciousness, he could feel everyone in the building rousing themselves. This only lasted the briefest of moments before he returned to himself.

His eyes fluttered openand he got out of bed, humming along as a Dolly Parton song played from somewhere else in the dorm. When he stepped outside, the rasping croak of Crow came from up on the roof, picking up the song from where it left off when the other student had left the dorm before Dana did.

He walked into the cafeteria, and piled a plate with fruit and bacon(he barely touched grains, personally), and peered around the room. He wasn't one to put much thought into where he sat, or who with, but he saw Imani sitting with Jo, and remembered he'd been meaning to speak to her.

Serendipitously, as he approached she was discussing exactly what he needed from her.

"So... I'm open for business, right? you two hear anyone needing any potion, you tell them to come to me, right? God knows I could use the cash."

"Well, gods know I have the cash to burn," he said as he sat nearby. "Think you can whip something up for me?"

Mainly he knew her through Imani, but her business made her easy enough to approach.

[User]
She looked at Dana, and her smile grew at his words, rubbing her hands together. She nodded a couple of times "Sure thing man, whatever you need, I will make it for you. How can I be of service today?"

She took out the long twisted silver made stirrer, and held the spoon part close to her ear, letting it whisper all sorts of things.
~You know what this Dana person wants? I know.... I know!
She shook her head slowly, rubbing the stirrer softly, propping it to tell her
~Ask him... Ask him about the bacon.... Ask him!
She wrinkled her nose. Sometimes, her stirrer was so dramatic.

"Er.... why is it you took bacon for breakfast? trying to keep away from grains and carbs?"

She blushed a bit. She only did what her familiar had told her, but sometimes, it felt so weird to actually do it. She raised her left hand defensively. "Its... It needs to know." and she gestures the stirrer.

[Assistant]
Dana blinked at her, a strip of bacon halfway to his mouth.

"Alright, I'm getting called out by a spoon. I just like to eat things that are closer to their natural state. Bread takes so many different changes before you eat it. Movin' on. I want a owl's eyes, and a hound dog's nose." This was a simple enough request in general. Baby's First Magic, even. Except there was that pesky Law of Equivalent Exchange. "Trick is this: I can't lose my sense of touch, or my sense of taste. It can make me deaf, take away my balance, but I need to be able to feel and taste."

Senses were simple things, and typically when a practitioner wants to increase one, another has to be decreased in exchange. Like many pieces of magic, one could get the desired effect and then worry about the cost later, but Dana couldn't afford that now.

"Probably I could do it myself, but I can't risk accidentally numbing my hands or tongue."

[User]
"~`Ask him how long... how long he want it to last!"

Jo nodded both at the stirrer and Dana, and swirled the stirrer in her hand, tilting her head, looking at Dana closely.
"May I ask... Who is the lucky.... person?" a mischievous and knowing smile crept to her lips, and she looked at Imani with some amusement in her eyes, while taking a notebook from her bag, and jolting some stuff down.

"Il need a couple of things. First, the prepayment... It will come down to 25 bucks. Second, I need to know how long you want it all to last... and I aint talking about your pal down below, 'ey? I mean the keen senses."

She rubbed the back of her neck while looking at her notebook, doing some math.
She then raised her eyes to meet Dana's, and grinned.
"I can have it prepared by 18:00 today. I assure you, you will not be dissapointed. "

She offered her hand for a handshake, and offering the other palm up for the money.

[Assistant]
"All night would be best," he said, cocking his head in some confusion over her antics. "But just make sure you can give me a reasonable expectation of how long. I dont want to be this close," he held up thum and forefinger barely a hair's breadth apart, "And then suddenly lose my edge."

When she proffered a hand, he shook, and pulled a battered leather wallet from his back pocket.

"You mean dollars or pounds? I've got some gold dollars from like eighteen fifty, if that suits your fancy."


[System]
Tetsuya Nakano

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Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Height:
176cm/5'8

Weight:
62kg

Personality:
In life, Testuya was good at manipulating people with his actions. In school and in front of family, he showed a kind front for people to rely on. He was a respected student, was a good friend and always got high grades. His teachers looked upon him as a model student and his family saw him as a fine young man.

However, any time not within public eye was his true self; a cruel and uncaring man hidden behind a perfect facade. He had a short temper and would constantly injur students outside of school. He also blackmailed them, preventing them from telling people what he did.

Now, in the Afterlife, Tetsuya has retained his calm front, but has all but lost his true nature. Really, though, he has only forgotten it from his transition from death to afterdeath.

Short Bio:
Tetsuya Nakano was born as the oldest of two siblings. His family wasn't overly rich, but could afford everything he and his sister needed with extra expense. However, his sister was diagnosed with an illness that restricted her movement and prevented her from being able to properly produce sentences. After the diagnosis, his family spent as much as they could trying to help their daughter and make her as comfortable as possible. He began feeling that he had a duty to protect his sister, no matter the cost. He was always a model student and spent his life being looked up at by his classmates and friends. But behind everything was something that everyone found so hard to believe, they only realised when it came to confront them.

He and his sister were in the same school, but a year apart. Somehow, though, Tetsuya always found a way to hear things;everything. There were always bullies in school, and most found easy pickings in his sister. Through one way or another though he would always find out who they were - through people he knew, random students and even the teachers themselves. So, everyday afterschool, he would find one or two of those students and beat the shit out of them in some alley. Few fought back, and even fewer told anyone, and the ones that did were dismissed because of his track record.

It kept up for a few years, but eventually people caught wind. His friends began avoiding him, and people looked at him in ways he only been looked at by the people he hurt - with fear. One day, he got a letter, written as a love letter sending him to a building on the far side of town. Tetsuya was skeptical, of course, but everything to him seemed so genuine. When he went, he found a rude awakening. Apparently someone who had gotten wind of what he had done to people had contacts; contacts of a less than pleasant nature. A gang of men stood in a circle- about fifteen in total - his sister on the ground in the middle, naked and bleeding from multiple stab wounds. It angered him greatly, and he charged them, but to no avail. They beat him almost to death and left him. He managed to call an ambulance, but it was too late for his sister. It was his fault, and he swore that he would never do anything like his actions for before lest more members of his family be hurt.

Life didn't see it that way, as he never made it out of the hospital, but instead in a school he didn't recognise, wearing a uniform he didn't recognise, and with no recollection of him dying.

Other:
Tetsuya does not remember anything past receiving the letter, and has no idea how he could have died.

[User]
"I'm glad, I will no longer have to suffer this fate of mine."

Once Akemi had gone into the shelter, she could see the large amount of people that were there, she even saw that the spicy rice was actually there. She took a look around at the other students, noticing that some of them had the same uniform on that she had on herself, which made her curious. But firstly, Akemi wanted to get something to eat since they may be in the gymnasium pretty much all night, so she went to one of the stands and waited in line. As Akemi was in line, she continued to think about Persephone, where did she even go? Was she even there in the first place? Maybe Akemi is crazy in all of this mess. Once she had reached the front, she smiled to the one handing out the rice. "Thank you." Akemi smiled at the person before she headed off, she didn't know exactly where to go though.

At that moment she looked to see a boy playing his violin, a crowd forming around him as Akemi noticed the uniform, she smiled as she joined in the crowd. She listened to every note on the violin, it was truly beautiful music, she really liked classical music instead of the new rock genre. She took a bite of her spicy rice, and her face heated up in an instant as she left the crowd, putting a hand over her mouth. "So much spice!" Akemi had whispered behind her hand, trying to cool herself down from the heat. She heard the last note ring out, which made Akemi clap along with the other students that were present.

Then suddenly, the lights went out.

Akemi heard many gasps from the students present, Akemi didn't gasp herself, but was surprised from what was happening at that exact moment. The lights then flickered back on, as she saw a girl on the stage with smoke surrounding it. She held her bowl of rice in once hand as she heard what she had to say. She heard whistles at the same time as well admiring the girls beauty, Akemi could feel a small blush on her cheeks, herself she found this girl beautiful. Akemi had to stay in this gymnasium for a little longer, the storm must be very bad for them to stay in her. When the president gave a wink, Akemi's blush had instantly risen as her heart had started to pound. For her to take me away like this... Akemi said as she put a hand over her chest, to try and calm herself down.

Once again she started to hear the violin again, which calmed her back down, then noticing a girl(?) dancing around with the melody. Akemi then looked to the side, to find any more people that she could perhaps communicate with. Persephone? Where are you? Akemi said as she closed her eyes, leaning against a wall with her arms crossed. She just wanted to relax, if this truly was a boarding school, her parents wouldn't be coming anytime soon.

I'll have some time to figure out this plan, no one will get in my way. I must die.

[Assistant]
Eiko Kurosawa

Eiko stayed by herself in one little section of the gym as she waited around for the storm to be over she didn't really like being around large crowds of people, she soon noticed a guy started to play a violin on the top of the bleachers, Eiko thought that the guy was either really high thinking of himself or just really foolish, soon one of the girls in a dress being dancing to the guy playing the violin, Eiko turned away from the two getting an odd feeling about the girl that was dancing to the violin.

Eiko began thinking about how she got here, she didn't remember getting brought here, and she never remembered attending a school before in any way, she remembered always having someone teach her certain things but she never remembered a school besides the one she attended for a day, she had a hand on her chin as she tried to remember.

Suddenly Eiko's nose was hit with the smell of something over spiced, it was some raven colored hair girl that had the spiced rice, Eiko tried to hold her nose as the yellow eyed girl stood next to her and tried to eat the spiced rice but only managed to turn beet red and tried to cool herself down and fan her mouth, Eiko sighed seeing the girl overreact to the over spiced meal.

Eiko just watched as the girl next to her began clapping for the boy that played the instrument. Soon the lights went out and Eiko took the lights going out seriously, she put her hands up in front of her and had her hands opened just in case someone or something would try to attack her or come at her, she for a minute forgot that she was in a school till the lights came back on.

She had half a mind to yell at the person on stage for turning out the lights and making some type of dramatic entrance, Eiko didn't care how much makeup the girl had shoveled on her face, she listened to the girl talk about them getting dorms and this being their home for the while Eiko sighed before wondering if she could find a place to sleep besides on the floor and under the bleachers.

She still wasn't going to bother eating the over spiced rice, she still didn't trust it, she didn't know if the girl on the stage was trying to Jim Jones everyone." Well at least she didn't call us her children." She said to herself." Screw that spiced rice, who ever made it over did it on the spice." Eiko said in a normal tone without hiding that she said it.

[User] Shiba sighed loudly as he ate some of the spicy rice but obviously he hated it. Once he ate some he put the rest in the garbage and he looked up seeing the clock seeing that it was getting late and he needed to get home or else he would be locked out....again. Shiba then got up and went towards the door and a teacher tried to stop Shiba "Hey your not supposed to leave the area while its storming like this" the teacher said and Shiba groaned "piss off I gotta go home or im getting locked out" Shiba said not caring at this point since he didn't want to be locked out in this weather. Shiba went through the door and walked out...about 10 feet, and Shiba then walked back into the gym his body dripping wet and soaked to the bone. "Okay shut up" Shiba said to him sitting down in a corner to try and dry off now that he was shivering...

[Assistant]
Boss

The heavy rain outside the Gym felt fresh on Boss' skin. It was a familiar, enjoyable smell. It was nothing but water, but the smell was nostalgic and make Boss sigh at the happy memory. I wonder if you are here? It wasn't a lie, right? Still getting too wet in the rain would have it's downsides. Dashing forward while she wasn't completely soaked, she made her way in to the Gym, watching the mess that was the Student population mill about. There were clubs asking for members and booths serving meals. Some people were far more into it and the ones that weren't? Well, they were the confused ones that seemed to instinctively gather together. Wondering how to move about inconspicuously, Boss for the moment followed a male NPC carrying some spicy rice, he seemed to be some of the ones serving the students and was coming out with a fresh batch.

Boss waited for them to put down his load of freshly cooked rice with spice, it didn't look light and she doubted her could carry it the whole way. This happened sooner than she thought since suddenly the lights went down and what appeared to be the Student President emerged from some smoke and into a spotlight.
How ostentatious! That girl has some nice style. Well, since you were so very kind~ it was only natural to Boss that she used the eye catching scenario, so took advantage of the distraction to launch a punch straight to the poor NPC's jaw, sending him crumpling to the ground without a clue as to what happened.

Rolling him out of sight, Boss picked up the now abandoned load of rice as the lights came on once more and walked with purpose, since she was obviously supposed to be doing this. Spying a pink haired girl emerge from behind the curtain, Boss slowly walked up behind her, thinking she recognized her.

"Excuse me? Would you like some rice? You must not of had a chance to get some for yourself yet, given your duties"


[System]
Gender: Female
Race: Changeling
Initial Power Level: 1250
Voice actor: Christine Lorentzen

Techniques:
Flight - Almost natural to her, this was the first ability Glacia ever learned and is rather skilled with it, being as agile in the ground as she is in the air.
Ki blast - The most basic of attacks, the changeling can focus her inner energy to attack her opponents win an energy wave.
Telekinesis - Glacia can move things around with low power ki pushes. It works perfectly on unliving, solid objects of even large mass, but she has trouble moving liquids and living organisms and doing so requires a lot of focus.
Regeneration - Changelings can regenerate, but not as well as Nameks or Majins. Her wounds will seal after several minutes, and she could regrow parts of her limbs (like a tip of her tail) in half an hour. Furthermore, transforming into a higher form heals her completely.
Sonic warp - A method of rapid transport that leaves a brief afterimage in the initial place.
Death sphere - A stronger attack. Glacia gathers Ki in a sphere and launches it onto a target, the sphere explodes upon impact. Presently, she could obliterate a city block with it.
Death saucer - An attack of same power level as the death sphere, except with more focused destructive potential and greater control. It does not however cause that great sum of damage.
Death beam - A ki blast that is piercing in nature, rather than enveloping its target in energy. It is easily aimed and quick, but it has limited range. Presently she can only keep the beam coherent at about 30 meters.
Transformation - A signature move of changelings. When her experience and power level reaches a certain point, Glacia is capable of assuming a greater form which multiplies her abilities by a given amount. Unlike super sayian, it is very much triggered by desire, so much so that if Glacia is too distracted, she can not use it.

A basic form, easy to maintain, but least dangerous. She keeps in this form most of the time as she founds herself the prettiest this way.

Magnifier: 1st form x10

Magnifier: 2nd form x3
Personality:
Glacia's personality has two modes. Usually she is a bit arrogant trickster, tease and troll. She finds it amusing to cause mayhem, not necessarily in a destructive sense, but most often driven by a strong sense of schadenfreude. As such, she can often be found drying up pools on hot days, blowing away snow on winter or just plain stopping you from catching a bus when you're in a hurry.

She does a complete 180 though when somebody starts adoring her, becoming very protective of her 'minions' and very kind.

She absolutely loves being worshipped, pampered and gifted gifts, especially sweet treats. And as every troll, it annoys her to no end when she becomes a victim of a prank.

[User]
Before, Glacia intended to make a face, noise or something to add a touch to the scare, but in time realized a surprised punch to the face form about any of these people would mess up her pretty face. That she did not want. What she wanted was to find something interesting, and she now had an undivided attention of a member of a race she didn't see anywhere else on Earth. Ah, success~ Now that she had a few still seconds of eye-to-eye (And what magnificent, ensnaring black and red eyes they were!), she figured her earlier bubble gum analogy wasn't exactly matching - she was more like jello, if anything.

Fighting the urge to grab a bite of the pink alien, Glacia returned the greeting: "Hello there, delicious lookin'." Letting loose of her legs, she fluidly flipped down from the ceiling and landed smoothly in front of Eve. "Name's Glacia. I've been hanging around." the changeling said, checking the arena from the corner of her eyes. Not her turn yet. Good. "Wanna go watch?" she asked, her tail swirling behind her.

[Assistant] Wow... Shen's first tournament seemed breath-taking to him. Shen watched under the competitor's waiting area at one of the spectator screens showing the Korian fight. Korian looked strong, and a bit scary too. If Shen got to fight him, he'd be honoured. The tournament had been quite interesting with not many big names. All's Shen had to do for now is practice. However, he's been way more interested on the fights so far and especially awaited this one.

[User]
Majin Eve couldn't help but blush slightly at what she believed to be a compliment as Glacia dropped down from the ceiling, thought it would be hard to notice her blushing considering the fact she was pink, Eve's eye's followed Glacia's to the arena as she announced her name to her.

"Glacia? that's a pretty name"

Eve said honestly before she looked back to the changeling.

"my name's Majin Eve"

She said sweetly before Glacia asked if she wanted to go watch the next fight, she thought about it for a moment before smiling.

"sure"

She answered kindly, lightly holding her hands behind her back.

'I wonder what she is, she's certainly not human, humans don't have snow white skin or tails'

Eve thought to herself as she absent mindedly looked at Glacia's tail before looking back up to the changeling's eye's. Though Eve liked Glacia's red eye's, she wouldn't be lying if she said she felt they were kind of intimidating to look at, she didn't think on it further as her attention was brought to her hair, it was defiantly neat, the purple part seemed to be made of crystal, Eve honestly didn't know if it was actually hair or some kind of crystal hair piece.

'she's defiantly interesting that's for sure'

[Assistant]
"Awwwww, you say the nicest things!" Glacia sung at her name being complimented. This person she already liked - Assuming they wouldn't meet in a match, then that could be a problem. She was not in business of hitting her minions. But then again, this was sport right? No hard feelings! She pretended not to notice the eyes wandering all over her, although she put a bit more sway into her hips and tail. She was, after all, the best creation of the God to ever live. A stone shaped to the physical perfection. who was she to prevent others from falling in awe at the sight?

She tried how her company's name rolled off of her tongue. "Majin Eeeeeeve. It sounds like... well I have no idea, a snack maybe. You know, you're watching the movies and 'Pass the Eves'!" she giggled, giving Eve a bit of a hungry look: "OK, I have to ask, I love candy, you look like candy, are you made out of candy?" she continued, speaking at machine gun rate. Once the question was asked she paused, looking at Eve full of expectations, her eyes betraying a childish curiosity.

[User]
Eve giggled at the way Glacia first pronounced her name, but her giggling was stopped when Glacia said her name sounded like some kind of snack, she raised a confused brow towards Glacia as she continued to speak.

'I've never heard of a food named after me before...'

She thought to herself before she noticed the hungry look she was receiving from Glacia, it made her take a slight step back.

'why is she looking at me like that?'

Eve asked herself in thought before Glacia asked her question, about if she was made of candy. Eve honestly couldn't tell if she should be worried about why the question was asked or contemplating what she was actually made out of. Either way she unconsciously gulped as she looked at her hands before her, opening and closing them, a child like grin came to her as she closed her eye's and scratched the back of her head with her right hand.

"I don't know"

She answered with a lighthearted chuckle before she lowered her hand and opened her eyes with a calm smile.

"but I know I can turn things into candy, it's pretty cool, whenever I want something to eat I just look at something and poof! it turns into something I want to eat"

Eve said innocently, like it was the most normal thing in the world to her.

[Assistant]
Vadim was just getting comfortable in the stands when he felt a rather hard object hit him in the top of the head with a somewhat hollow boink. When he turned around to see who had assaulted him in such a manner, he was surprised to see his good friend Lucas Farley with a large bucket of popcorn standing behind him. "Lucas! Wow, I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

Lucas smiled back at his long-time friend. "I signed up for the tournament, of course. What else?"

"Really? Wow, that's quite the shocker. You haven't entered a tournament in years."

"Yeah, well, Farley's back, baby. I'm ready to show these good people my new moves." Lucas's smile never broke, but their conversation was. There was a beeping sound from the large screen on the wall in the arena that called for all fighters to report to their assigned rings to square off with their first opponent. The time for resting and other shenanigans was in the past. Now, it was time to get to business. "Good luck out their, Vadim. Try to make it far enough that we get to square off, because I am so looking forward to that!" Lucas jabbed before jogging off to the arena number marked next to his name on the screen.

"You can count on it," Vadim responded before turning and heading the opposite way toward his own ring. Time to bust a move.

[User] Shen Laozen whipped around when he heard his own name being called out. He took one deep breath as he closed his eyes and then opened them when he exhaled. "I guess this is it." He thought. He followed the man who called him and walked out into an arena. His opponent stood on the other side, a big brute of a man who seemed to have more brawn over brains. Shen put his right fist into left hand, letting the fingers overlap the top of his fist and he bowed to the opponent. The man scoffed at the gesture and took a stance. Shen took his own stance, standing sideways with his left foot forward, his right foot further back and outwards. His right hand was near his upper torso laid out flat whereas his left fist was positioned midway through his torso. The referee went over the rules which Shen nodded to acknowledge. This was going to be fun.

[Assistant] Korian's fight had begun. His opponent rushed him, and Korian easily side-stepped, sending an elbow jab into his opponents back. The newbie doubled over, before turning around and trying to send a punch at Korian's face. Korian ducked, sweeping his leg into his opponent's, knocking him over. The man fell into a roll, standing back up a few feet away from Korian. Korian surprised him by sending a Ki beam in his direction. The man caught the Ki blast in the stomach, nearly falling out of the ring. Korian lept at him with lightning speed, catching him off guard as he delivered a kick to the man's chin, sending him flying out of the ring, crashing to the ground with a thud. Korian bowed again, then started to head back to the waiting area.


[System]
Margrave
Alias: Margrave
Age: 17
Alignment: Wannabe Antihero, formerly Wannabe Villain
Loyalty: Unofficial Ward
Appearance: A white male of lanky proportions, 6'1", most often clothed in dark colors. His features, from his nose to his jaw to his cheekbones, are angular, and his nose itself is rather prominent. By nature his brown hair is poofy, and he keeps it styled upward. His earlobes are attached, his eyes are a murky brown, and he has slightly yellowed teeth. His favorite attire includes a dark green high-collared trench coat that belonged to his grandfather and a black baseball cap.
History: Elliot came into the world in a rough period for his family. Poor, without a house, and constantly on the move, his parents did their best to love him and raise him while teaching him important lessons about life. Elliot learned quickly, becoming a very serious and reserved child. As the years went by, his family persisted in a state of continuous change. For a few months he and his parents might be living in an apartment or condo, and immediately after be back on the road in a station wagon. When Elliot was four, the trio finally settled, and Elliot went to school. Though not very social at all, he excelled in his classes, displaying streaks of perfectionism. Knowing that he needed something else to work on, his parents enrolled him in a kickboxing class, and he took to it like a fish to water. Eventually he found himself on the receiving end of some bullies, but rather than silently put up with their abuse he displayed a newfound confidence. One bully provoked him into punching, but even though Elliot missed, his enemies decided to find easier prey. All throughout middle school, nothing really changed.

Only in high school did he start to open up, his defensive shell cracking to allow dry humor and the occasional hilarious remark to seep through. Meanwhile, he continued to study, balancing a life of school, video games, and hanging out with friends. He saw no problem in trying beer or a cigarette when pressured to but, finding neither remotely to his liking, he never tried them again. Elliot instead dedicated himself to a new goal: scholarship. Though his family's condition had improved immensely from his early youth, there was not a single sliver of a chance he'd be able to attend college. In scholarship, though, he found a solution: a full-ride to a local university, if only he continue to excel. In his sophomore and junior years he did exactly that, but a dark and brooding foe lay on the horizon. Confronted with Calculus II, a college-level course, in senior year, he was stumped for the first time. Having become accustomed to overcoming every obstacle easily, Elliot grew uncharacteristically distraught disturbingly quickly. He grew more and more crazed in his desperation, knowing that his future lay on the line. Yet his pride would not allow him to cheat. Though he enlisted the teacher for help, he continued to struggle, and at the end of the second semester opened a yellow envelope with shaking hands to discover that he'd fallen afoul of the cutoff for the full-ride scholarship by only a small margin.

Elliot stared at the paper, mouth agape and eyes wide. In his quest to get a passing grade, he'd practically severed ties with all of his friends. He'd staked everything on this—and now he'd failed. With a shattered confidence, knowing that he'd doomed himself to a rotten life and disappointed everyone who knew him, he went berserk. Before, he'd made certain to keep excelling by punishing himself when he failed, so what came next seemed obvious. Seizing a metal pan, he smashed it against his own forehead. The impact dazed him and the held-back tears poured forth, but he did it again. Two more times he cracked the pan against his head, not really caring if he lived or not. The fourth time, however, the pan broke off. Elliot didn't discover why until he awoke an hour later to the sound of his mother coming into the apartment. Deaf to her shriek of fear, he touched the broken, plastic pot that lay before him before passing out again.

After recovering, Elliot was advised to go to therapy, but he shrugged it off. With school over with, he took to spending a lot of time outside, exploring the city. He'd discovered something new about himself, and in doing so he changed. A new attitude had taken him over, forming a sort of persona. He acted strangely and extravagantly without any restraint. He continued to work as a junior instructor for his kickboxing studio, albeit with a shocking new persona that the kids thought was pretty awesome, and he earned enough money to live off of. Out of the studio he sought something different. After a painstaking search, he attempted to get in with the local supervillain gang, only to be conspired against and brutally kicked out for his lame attitude and power. With no other options, he sought the local Wards. Perhaps its leader took pity on Elliot, but nevertheless he finally found somewhere he felt as if he belonged, though he'd never show it.

Personality
Motivations: Elliot wants, more than anything, to be recognized. The road starts with getting attention and ends with getting famous—preferably infamous. He wants people to know his name, and to respect him.
Sexuality: Straight
Likes: * Looking cool
* Beating others at petty competitions
* Taking advantage of others
* Company
* Potato crisps
* Exercise
* Flaring up with no real reason
* Playing 'lone wolf' DPS characters in games
* Action movies, especially martial arts movies

Dislikes: * Being alone
* Being ignored
* Being wrong
* His lame power
* People who are full of themselves
* Goody-goodies
* Artificial sweeteners
* Support players who whine a lot in games

Derangement: To Elliot, the only way to become renowned and respected is to be respected through fear. To that end, he goes to frequently absurd lengths to speak and act mysteriously and threateningly, though more often than not this comes across as acting confusingly and obnoxiously. He cannot conceive of a different way to get famous and is completely ignorant of his own shortcomings.

Parahumanism
Skills: Elliot is a fast runner, with somewhat higher than usual stamina. He's pretty smart, and can produce a sense of humor from time to time, but what he's really good at is pissing other people off. When it comes to ideas, schemes, plots, plans, and so forth that might bamboozle, infuriate, or enrage others, Elliot's the guy. He's also got a hint of a British accent that tends to intrigue people who aren't familiar with it. From kickboxing lessons he's taken since he was eleven, he's got notable fist-fighting ability, as well as the strength to go with it, though his pain tolerance is surprisingly low.
Classification: Striker
Details: Upon touching an inanimate object, Elliot can turn it into a toy version of itself. This may include substance change (for instance, to plastic) size change, and so forth. The rate of toyification is tied to his mental state; when he's calm, the transformations go at an unremarkable speed, but if he's excited or scared, the process can be sped up by several times depending on intensity. Objects will tend to turn into toy versions of themselves that replicate or at least resemble existing toys. Someone's mech suit might, then, turn into a Transformer. A few traits are shared among all of the toys created by Elliot's power: they are simple, they are destructible, and they are harmless. An anvil, turned into a plastic toy, could be easily crushed. Elliot has some control over the change; IE he could choose whether to turn a gun into a Nerf gun, a Super Soaker, or a tiny action-figure accessory.
Limitations: This toy-transformation power can only emanate from Elliot's hands. He wouldn't be able to defend himself from anything threatening to harm his body if he couldn't physically touch it with his hands. Additionally, if one of his toys is moved out of close proximity to him, it will quickly begin to revert to its original form. This also applies to toy versions of things he might want to use himself, like vehicles or hidden weapons. Of course, this power is also of very little use in direct combat with other parahumans.
Equipment: At all times, Elliot has in some pocket or another handfuls of foam knives and action figure weapons. He's also got a little canteen and a bag of beef jerky, which he enjoys. His heavy clothing might also provide a little defense, but it's no substitute for anything resembling actual armor. However, he does wear cloth shin-guards and forearm guards beneath his clothes when out and about, which are valuable when fighting unarmed. As a Ward, he's also got a Protectorate Communication Earpiece and a holographic computer interfacing tool, courtesy of Decoy.

[User]
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Silvia's attempt to get his attention had failed, the mad man was still going after people and causing damage. She needed to stop him from getting to anyone else but from the sounds he was about to get another victim, the thud of a body hitting concrete was a clear indicator of that. She trembled as she had no idea how to deal with this situation the cables and water everywhere didn't help her calm down either, she knew how dangerous live wires were and was in no hurry to see if she was able to survive making contact with them, she was tough but she didn't think she was that tough.

She needed to think quickly, find a way to get his attention and then make sure to catch him in a tornado. But he was far to busy going for bystanders, Silvia remember how he wanted people to look at him so that they would panic, maybe if she called him out as if he were a coward trying to hide from her. That might work. She did have a general idea of which direction he was in because of the thud against the concrete so she would go that way. She needed to... Lower her arm and look straight ahead if her bluff was to be believed by the villain, if he saw Silvia standing there covering her vision while shouting that he was a coward he might just ignore her, she couldn't afford that. With a great amount of hesitation she lowered her arm uncovering her face. "Coward where are you!? Stop hiding and show yourself!" she was looking in the direction the thud had come from so if he did take the bait she would see him come at her, at least if he didn't try sneaking around to try and flank her, but then he'd have to get past her wind barrier.

[Assistant]
Chad Belton: On the Move
It was a couple of minutes after he left the house that Chad received Sheila's text: We have visitors. Don't know how long they're planning on staying, but I could use some help if you think you have the time. Let me know? "Help", the code red phrase, not to mention the other coded messages. The base was under attack, then, and what good planning he'd engaged in: he had his Cape outfit on him, all folded up in his backpack. Why wouldn't he? But, at this sort of time... was he truly needed? Maybe, maybe not... ah, but he couldn't really. The teachers might be upset if he didn't-

...no they wouldn't. They barely noticed him to begin with, if at all. He was a good enough student, and that was all they cared about. Not teaching him anything new, not helping protect him from the bullying he'd suffered, not fucking giving him any sort of helping hand, but maybe he'd bite it off anyway of they did, then start shredding the arm connected to it, let their blood pour out and the muscle and cartilage fly all over the ground-

'Yeah, I've got time,' he murmured to himself, sending back a text to Sheila specifically: I can make it. He always tended to leave a little early... a lot early anyway, so if he went at a moderate jog the whole way there, and back afterwards, he could probably make it into his first class in good time, even if he had to change. And he would, of course. Could just put the firefighter stuff over his school uniform... yeah, yeah that'd work out.

Moderate jog, then. He trained, he was fit enough to handle that. He recalled the building, figured out the route from where he was in his mind, and began to move toward the HQ. He'd stop off a few minutes away just to change into costume, and then... whatever needed helping with, he'd help with.


[System]
Nickname: Fallen Angel, although her organization refers to her as Calamity Princess

Age: 17

School Year: Third Year
Transfer Student

Gender: Female

Appearance: Pale skin, heavily contrasted by her black hair, akin to a liquid void running down her back, and deep, purple eyes that seemed to stare into one's soul. With dainty limbs and a bust not too small nor large, one would have the image of a pretty and delicate doll. This is accented by the ribbon tied in a bow on the left side of her head, and the dark purple clothing that she generally prefers, which adds a mysterious aura around her.

Nationality: Russian

Personality: It is actually extremely hard to perfectly categorize someone as unusual as Sasha herself. If you knew her past, you would call her a psychopath. If you only just met her, a mysterious girl. And if you know her personally, a mischievous trickster. Although her body language and expression seems to be normal, and acting like a high-class girl, at least of the time it's fake. The other half is when she's feeling eccentric, and decides to act as is. Always keeping her true thoughts and plans behind closed doors, while dancing around any topics that has to do with her, her past, or her owners.

Those who know her personally, and know of her plans, would tell you that she is extremely meticulous. Having one back-up plan is not enough. Planning for every possible outcome is something that Sasha strives for, event including a target(s) reaction and/or thoughts, while pretending to be a delicate, philosophical yet air headed idiot. Manipulating others from behind the scene is also something common with her, as well as watching and commenting on someone else's plans as they enact it.

Bio: Sasha was born in the slums of Russia, where she was forced to fight for survival. While living in such terrible conditions, she had incidentally attempt to steal from someone who, no matter how hard you try, would never be found in any database. Not even the government had him on file. He, seeing potential in the girl, took her under his wing...on one condition. Needing to see the girl's resolve, he told her that he would support her, only if she could murder her parents. Immediately, Sasha led the man to her so called home -nothing more than a rundown apartment amongst the other rundown apartments- where she requested the man to pin down her parents. Glancing around, she found a sharp enough tool -a rusted knife- before making her way to her parents. Before committing the act, she did not break down, nor did she stiffen up. What she did, was something quite bizarre. Whispering quiet words, she brought the knife down, once, twice, before throwing the knife away. She had not only shown her resolve, but also talent in another way. She took her first lives. However, that was not the frightening part. What would've chilled any normal person, was that, right before she killed, she had a gentle smile. She had whispered the words, "Thank you~" to her parents' horrified faces. And she had killed without hesitation.

Passing the test, the man had brought her into his organization, a criminal network that spanned all of Russia, and was now aiming for the world. He had, alongside others, searched for those with talent. Talent, which could be used to further their goals. With a smile and a nod, Sasha agreed to help them, despite being told that she would be trained to kill, studying to assist integration closer to her targets. Her only spoken response was "I'll be your weapon." Several years of training, she had gone straight to one of the higher-ups, before making a request. "I'm bored of this training. Give me something new." Completely absurd request, as most of the requests that normally received were complaints, booze, women, or raises. No one requested more training. Hell, no one thinks that the training they got was boring.

To this odd request, the higher-ups debated, before sending her to Gakuen Academy, where they heard about the institution. Before she left, she was given a few words. No, orders were a better word for it. "Even while outside of Russia, you still belong to us. You are a weapon of ours. We will give you contracts ever so often. As usual, you have no right to refuse."

Weapon: An unusual parasol. While appearing to be a simple yet decorative black laced parasol, it's actually a multi-use tool/weapon. The handle and bar of the parasol is actually a gun, capable of chambering shotgun shells, whether slugs, flechettes, or the like, while the 'rainproof' part of the parasol is actually made of carbon fiber, making it an effective shield. And if all else fails, it can be swung as a bat.

Equipment:
Multiple Card Decks: She carries several different decks on her, for different purposes. While some are the more usual kinds one could find, and even buy in a store, there are a few others that are somewhat unique. Cards that have a thin sliver of C4 inside, sharpened metal edges, etc. of course, one of them is a simple rigged deck for magic tricks.

Skills:
Body Control: With a lot of practice, she can control and utilize her body to its fullest, making sudden burst of speed, or having extreme reaction times. Of course, doing this for a period of time is draining on both mind and body, and her limit is a whole day.
Magic Tricks: Extremely skilled in 'sleight of hand' and the like. Although meant for distractions, it is quite handy when it comes to small weapon concealment.
Piano: She is surprisingly capable at playing the piano.
Subterfuge: She has a way with words and trickery, leading people around without them realizing it.

Other: Body control is really just balancing the fine line between pushing your limits and breaking yourself. Personally, longest I've risked is half a day. The standing to high-speed jump is part of it(although I can't time the stop right without colliding with something >.>)

While she doesn't have an ability, she pretends that she does, calling it 'Lucid Dreams', describing it as combining fantasy with the real world. Really, she's only using her skills in subtle ways.

You could probably surprise her if you call her by Calamity Princess or talking of her past or organization, as only her organization is suppose to be the only ones calling her that. Although that be unlikely, unless your character has a way of find out such information.

Something very, very surprising may be discovered, although this is a hidden secret that only Sasha herself knows. While capable of taking painful hits without too much of a problem, she seems to be extremely sensitive or over-reacts to groping and gentle touches.

[User]
Minako watched as the blonde scrubbed her arm with the disinfectant, she tried not to be bothered by it, this was just something that needed to be done out of the way. Younger sister? She's the younger sister of that so called director? Cut me down faster than I think huh? Not if this little sister gets a good torture in you first. Minako giggled to herself from her thoughts, she took another look back at her arm and sighed.

"Onii-chan better take care of my wound and help me heal up~" Minako said to herself before she saw the so called nurse walk back in, but instead wearing a black and orange maid dress. When the bandaid was put over the gaping hole, Minako couldn't help herself but giggle a little at the silly design. But she shrugged before she was grasped, starting to notice how different the area was changing around herself and the blonde.

"Bye bye Shark-chan!" Minako giggled and waved at her before looking away from her and gritting her teeth in disgust. She looked over at the long lunch line full of students, she took a look around at all of the students eating, trying to find Onii-chan. Where could Onii-chan be? Onii-chan has to be here, otherwise I'd have to find something entertaining to satisfy me, such as killing~ Minako giggled to herself before making her way over to the lunch line, she's really just hoping that she won't be treated like a pig, she desperately wants to be in that famous Black Class.

[Assistant]
As the students began to eat their lunches and Rei struggled to force someone to eat with them at their table with the threat of death, while others began to crowd the lunch room and Saya's plan to keep the students safe worked in the end, they wouldn't find out that because of Saya's old problems and issues with the Japanese mafia, her issues were swept under the rug and next to no one would know about it besides the almost mindless slave she had attending the school.

The lunch room started to become crowded by the mass amount of students that began to enter the room, and when another student arrived to Kaede with an empty tray arrived it was a girl that was wearing a zebra mask on her head, and when she spoke everyone went silent." Please mum...May I have another ?" she spoke with a heavy British accent through the mask partially muffling her voice.

And she wanted Kaede to answer her instantly and before Kaede could say anything she asked Kaede once again." Pl-Please mum...Can..I..Have..Another?" The girl's arms shook as she held onto the tray as if she was cold and someone just poured a tray of ice cubes down her back, then she let go of the tray and let it fall.

The room oddly was silent enough to hear the tray fall and the girl wearing the zebra mask on her face had a butter knife in her one of her hands and started to yell loudly she raised her hand with the butter knife into the air and she tried to Lunge at Kaede, but at the last second Sayaka stopped the attack by punching girl with the zebra mask on her face and knocked her into a nearby pillar.

" Denied." Sayaka said to the zebra girl, suddenly the doors to the lunch room were kicked open by other people who were wearing a variety of different animal mask over their heads, they almost out numbered the students in the lunch room and rushed the assassins and actually put up a good fight against the assassin students.

A camera on the corner of the lunch room caught the entire act and was still catching it till an assassin threw someone at the camera and knocked out the feed, before Saya could make an order to the guards to attack the animal masked enemies, a couple of guards that were wearing animal mask kicked in the door to the security room and tried to rush Saya just like they were rushing the assassins in the lunch room, more guards with animal mask started to pour in and they started fighting the regular guards rushing them and fighting.

In the hallways Izumi and a number of guards were holding their ground against a large wave of these animal masked enemies, while many of them attacked her and the guards from both ends of the hall way, Izumi pulled up her hologram phone and tried to call the security room while taking down some of the animal masked guys with her off hand while her other hand was held up to show her face to the hologram screen, while she was calling the security room, one of the animal masked guys tried to donkey punch Izumi, only for the woman to punch them and keep looking at the screen.

When one of the animal masked people dropped to the ground in front of Izumi she noticed that the guy was wearing a default uniform of the school here, then she began to notice that the others were wearing different clothes and others wore school uniforms, suddenly the hologram screen came up on voice message and Izumi left a quick message." Mom, some of these people attacking are members of the school." Izumi sent the message to the security room's phone and began to help the guards hold their ground against the large swarm of animal masked men and women that seemed almost endless.

Sayaka jumped back over to the table with Rei and Addie and covered Addie while Rei was probably getting up and trying to get a hold of the situation, Sayaka tried to use her flamethrower but before she could activate the spread fire weapon, one of the guys tried to jump her and Sayaka was forced to punch him, then Sayaka tried to use the weapon again, but she was again jumped and she was forced to punch another masked girl and then elbow another masked man." Rei will you get that tight ass over here and cover me so I can use my flamethrower !" Sayaka yelled at the blue haired assassin.