[System]
Birthday
Janruary 12th x874

Guild:
Phoenix Wing

Magic:
Absorption Magic: While possessing a large potential for magic she does not have a consistent way to release it without exposure to other magics. Small amounts of magic energy used around her gets absorbed until she is able to use a variation of it. For instance, being around fire magic will eventually allow her to produce and manipulate fire at a fairly basic level. It is not as strong as the original nor can she reproduce the same spells. Extended exposure increases the strength but that still takes quite some time. The only exception to that rule is use of a Lacrima. However the increase is temporary and usually burns through her magic reserves. It is a quick way to gain access to other magics for the future though. Typically elemental magics are easiest to learn such as fire, water, and earth. Others are more scarce and thus she may never be able to use.

As she unlocks other magics she is able to switch between them, only able to use on at a time. Switching is similar to requiping, her clothes, hair, and eyes changing color to reflect the magic she is meaning to use. This leads us to the more negative aspects of such an ability. Her magic controls her just as much as she controls it. Each magic is accompanied with a different personality. So fire will exhibit a more hot headed demeanor than the more docile water. More chaotic type magics could lead her down a darker path.

Magic Level: B

Equipment:
A chain weapon with small blades on the end that her father taught her to use. Mainly a defensive weapon as it lacks real mass or punch.

History:
Given the overall decreased number of mages Ariel's magical prowess went without being realized until her late teens. There was always something a little off though. The few times a mage would pass through her home of Oak Town she would start acting up even as a little girl. It was always attributed to her young age and later on to being a tenager. Being a free spirit she would often visit the Crystal Lake through the years. Never able to keep the child put her father taught her the use of a weapon for self defense. Thankfully she's never had to use it.

As she grew into a young woman more mages began to come through. While beginning to be exposed to more magics the first one that showed up first was water. Perhaps it was the legend of the mage upstream but the many years by and swimming in the nearby lake finally drew in enough traces of magic to allow her to use water magic. Unable to change back to her usual appearance she hurried back home. She stayed shut in for the better part of a year until she changed again, a nearby guild having a couple fire users. Nearly burning down her home that first time only switching back to water did she manage to save most of her belongings. Clearly not having this under control she left town so she wouldn't harm anyone else.

Along her travels she visited a few guilds but whenever she began to feel unusual she would leave. Eventually she realized the mood swings she would have coincided with the changes of magic. Coming to the conclusion that she couldn't truly figure this out on her own she began to ask around for a good guild to actually join. Phoenix Wing came up a few times and it sounded like a good place to start. It it wasn't for her then she would move on.

Personality:
Ariel's personality varies based on the magic she is currently exhibiting. Normally she is quite wary of people, having been taught not to trust outright. See appearance for more on each personality.

Team Members:
Team Powder Keg

Three Strengths:
1. Versatile given time.
2. Loyal once you can get past her distrust.
3. Can change to a better mood almost on a whim.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Takes time to become more capable.
2. Visibly broadcasts the magic she intends to use.
3. Easily corruptible.

Greatest Love:
N/A

Motivation:
Find a safe place where her magic won't lead her down a bad path.

Appearance:
Color: goldenrod

Color: bold

Color: slateblue
Main personality trait: Melancholy

Color: orange
Main personality trait: Aggressive

Color: khaki
Main personality trait: Cheerful

Color: black
Main personality trait: Apathetic

Color: pink
Main personality trait: Loving

Color: lightblue
Main personality trait: Cold

Color: tan
Main personality trait: Reserved

Color: yellow
Main personality trait: Excitable

Color: crimson
Main personality trait: Subservient

Color: lightgray
Main personality trait: Defensive

Color: saddlebrown
Main personality trait: Stubborn

Color: green
Main personality trait: Motherly

Color: skyblue
Main personality trait: Playful

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Commanding

Color: steelblue
Main personality trait: Fearful

Color: gray
Main personality trait: Brooding

Color: deeppink
Main personality trait: Passionate

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Creative

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Color: orangered
Acquired by absorbing the magic from the ashes of a fallen Phoenix. Transforming through reincarnation Ariel has a full pair of wings that allow her to fly.
Main personality trait: Forgetful

Color: black
Acquired by stealing the power of a god sealed inside a magic artifact. Most of her body turns jet black and her power is fully displayed.
Main personality trait: Arrogant

Additional Details:
Also I will try to make her name color coincide with the current magic she is using. So long as I can find one readable.

[User]
Maddox

The past two weeks at Phoenix Wing hadn't seen much of Maddox Colburn. While in the past he was known for constantly taking jobs, he had been busy otherwise lately. Training. Something he hadn't done in years. In fact, it was likely that he hadn't attempted to train even once over the years he has been in the guild. While he did train his body, it was not his focus. Daily exercise and workouts kept Maddox incredibly fit already. But instead he was training with his magic. His fights at the council, several weeks ago, had proven that years of being idle had taken its toll. His magic had atrophied. Now he was determined to get back into shape.

The red-haired mage strolled into the guild hall. His hair was slightly longer, and some might still not be used to his leather jacket (compared to his old jacket), but he hardly seemed different. Maddox checked in at the hall every day, to let everyone know he was alive and also to see if Jamie had returned yet. But today seemed different. The moment Blink stepped into the hall, he saw that most everyone had gathered around. Something to do with the upcoming Games, I bet, Maddox thought to himself, standing at the back of the crowd with his hands in his jacket pockets. An interesting strategy to change how the world looks at magic. Showing it off in a positive light. Naturally we're going to want the flashiest mages. For the first Games, winning isn't really important.

Or at least that's how I see it. With a small grin, Maddox moved from the crowd and sat down at a table, crossing his legs and waiting patiently to hear who would be in the teams to represent Phoenix Wing. After the speech would be concluded, Maddox intended to talk with Jarvis anyways. To see if he knew anything about how Jamie was doing. Not that Maddox intended to bring him/her back, but just to see if he/she was at least safe. A vacation is always nice, but Jamie was a famous person. Infamous to criminals and dark mages. Being alone is dangerous, emotionally and physically. Maddox knew that all too well.

Beatrix

"About damn time." The tan woman was standing on a hill, overlooking Magnolia. An evil grin had formed on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest, tapping the gauntlets with a metallic clink. Her adventure in Edolas was not a pleasant one, having been captured, tortured, and used by the Edolas version of Maddox. But she had managed to escape with the help of Edolas Damien. It was a hassle staying under the radar after that, because she knew the Phoenix Wing of both realms would've tried to capture her as well if they found her.

But here she was, cocky as ever. "I learned from my mistake last time," Beatrix admitted out loud, still looking down at the city. "Fools can't be reasoned with. I'll just play it safe and wait. The time will come when I can kill you. I'll make sure to give you an extra beating, for your Edolas version." Beatrix pulled up her purple cloak, bringing the hood over her head and letting it conceal her identity. The only thing visible from under the cloak was her bare shins and black boots. "And if any of your stupid friends try to get in my way, I'll show them what a real dark mage is capable of."

[Assistant]
Phoenix Wing
Trinity smiles softly when Karn looks up at her. "Heyya, Karn. Yeah, I've been alright." She circles around and sits with him. As he uncurls, she takes her gloves off and tosses them into Karn's lap. "Found these a couple weeks ago. I think the owner is sick, I found them with blood coughed onto them. I was hoping the owner would come to claim them, but he hasn't. They're very nice. You wouldn't happen to know owns them, Karn...?" She looks him in the eye, patient, knowing.

Jarvis began his announcement, Karn's answer or no, pertaining to the magic games. "Oooh, Karn, who do you think he'll pick? I'll be sure to cheer you on if you're on the team." Jarvis was waiting to announce teams because Damian had answered the door. Such was the polite thing, but why right now? In the mean time, it seemed as though Maddox had returned. The white-haired waved to him, though she wondered if he'd look her way.

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Phoenix Wing Guild

Karn smiled brightly, glancing to Damian as he went to interact with the people who decided to pay a visit. They smelled a bit funny, but he didn't really feel any hostility from them.

As Trinity placed a pair of familiar white gloves on his lap, Karn curiously picked them up and examined them before stiffening at the woman's words. Oh.. She found him out. What does he say? He was horrible at lying. But he didn't really want to say the whole truth. "O-Oh these are mine. I just had a pretty nasty cold." he said.

Luckily, Jarvis caught both of their attention as he spoke up to discuss the teams for the Magic Games. Karn was looking foreword to it. It sounded fun and he wanted to experience such a event. Though he wasn't sure he would be chosen. There were several good wizards, many here longer than he has been. And so far, he hasn't really proved himself a good combatan in comparison. Still, he was a little hopeful but if he didn't get chosen, then he'd happily cheer on his Guildmates.

Of course, it seemed he'd have to wait for the results in order for the new arrivals to be greeted properly. "Mhmm well.. I think Penny or Damian will be on it. Maybe Lazarus or Maddy. But I'm not really sure. It would be cool if I was on it. I'll definetly win one for you if I get picked." he said in a excited tone, feeling a bit eager.

Prince
Fiore || Shirotsume || Dragon Fang Guild
@Caits

It didn't seem avoiding the brawl would be something Prince accomplished today. Since soon, Hunter had effectively slammed into the feline. Luckily, Prince was nimble so when he fell, his legs clamped around the beam so when he fell backward, he was now just hanging upside down. He could of easily dodged, he was quite faster then most here, but it gave him a excuse to touch people and eat.

"I should turn you into a gecko again, Hunt." Prince laughed in response to the apology, humming as he swung a little from his position on the beam before his ears perked as the doors open and a boy timidly entered.

Quite a cute thing, pretty blue hair and eyes with a ethereal sort of feel. The boy seemed ready to bolt, especially at seeing the brawl going down. But with a quite voice, the boy tried to say he'd like to join. The boy's voice was most likely unheard by most of the people, even Prince's sharp hearing had trouble with the loud racket going on. Didn't help the boy was staring intently at the ground.

But, Prince couldn't help but grin mischievously as he eyed fresh meat. Such a adorable human like this was his favorite to tease and greet. Today was quite a lucky day, despite Hunter getting thrown into him.

Swinging his body, Prince swung off the beam and landed neatly beside the fallen boy. The freakishly tall feline creature smiling brightly before promptly picking up the boy by the waist and helping him up. Practically carrying him away from the brawl to avoid getting a accidental beat down.

"Well hellooooooo there! Aren't you a cutie! Don't mind them, this is a daily occurrence, their nice people though. My name is Prince, and you're interested in joining Mhm?" Prince purred, arms wrapped around the newcomer, ears twitching as his eye looked down at the stranger. Leading him closer to the bar to be in a more closer safer distance and be with Master Jack, but didn't seem to have any intent of releasing his embrace.

[Assistant]
ArielPeople were mulling around, coming in for the call that Jarvis had put out. Thankfully by now Ariel had become accustomed to most of their magics even if she hadn't started to exhibit them. Partly out of defense, partly for fun, she switched to her Charm personality and suddenly remembered that she wanted to help Nolan out. Since his return he had seemed rather down. What happened while he was out she couldn't tell but one thing was for sure, he could use a little cheering up. Had she a more discerning mind she probably would have left him alone.

Last time she just popped up next to him though and freaked him out. That would not do for getting him to relax. So this time she stepped up on the upstairs railing and held one hand out. Drawing back her other hand her magic formed what looked like a pink bow and arrow. Since their last encounter she'd been working on her magic just for this. Ariel had been making claims that she would cure Nolan of his fear no matter what. A fool's errand. With the bow mostly being for show the real magic was in the arrow. Letting it fly it shot toward his back where his heart would be.

Not particularly paying attention to her own footing she slipped and fell to the floor below, arms and legs flailing. Picking herself up she brushed herself off. There was no time to worry about the pain, she must admire her handwork. Surely another personality would complain abut the bumps and bruises. Skipping over the popped up be Nolan. "Nolan! I'm not giving up on you yet" Not staying still she whirled around to his other side to see if he was reacting any different. Why move? No idea.


[System]
Age: Twenty-eight

Country of origin: Spain

Native language, accent (in English): Renata's native language is Spanish, so when she speaks English, she has a slight Spanish accent.

Appearance: Renata stands at 5'10" in bare feet and 6" flat in her typical pair of heels. Physically, Renata is imposing, not only because she's taller than average, but also because she's far prettier. Her face, with its small straight nose, full lips, and bright blue eyes, seems fit for the cover of a fashion magazine; and that's because it is. Every inch of her, down from her wavy brown hair to her perfectly-manicured toes, screams high-maintenance. Renata makes a living contorting the long smooth planes of her body for a camera, and she sticks to a strict diet and exercise regimen in order to maintain a standard of perfection. At the moment she was sent back in time, Renata was wearing a plain black blouse, an alabaster blazer with three gold buttons and a zipper going down its front, dark-wash jeans with a zipper and a sturdy button, and shiny boots, also black.

Strengths: Beyond the obvious physical beauty, even Renata's personality is sultry and seductive. She's charming and gregarious, but she's also quite cunning and emotionally intelligent. Renata's strongest trait is manipulating people and situations to her advantage. She also has a remarkable amount of self-control; a profession which requires strenuous daily exercise and a strictly-water diet before runway shows does that to a girl.

Weaknesses: Catty and often selfish, Renata sees the negative in others before she sees the positive, and she's much more likely to ramble about herself than she is to listen to differing opinions. She cares little for other people on an individual level and, though she doesn't readily admit it, thinks herself superior to everyone both in terms of beauty and in terms of pure intelligence.

Possessions: She carries a medium-sized purple purse (with several compartments) with 10 tampons, her car keys, a half-charged iPhone 6, a tube of sticky lipgloss and another of obsidian mascara, and a tiny journal attached, by string, to a rather fancy looking black ballpoint pen.

[User]
Day One

Raya's eyes slowly came open with the sensation of sand scratching her retinas and throat. Parts of her felt like they were on fire, where others were simply numb and she had to cough but found it hard to draw in air. An unpleasant feeling sat in the muscles of her entire body and at first the world she saw with tearing eyes didn't make sense. Grass was growing from the sky and everything was tainted an unnatural shade of green or blue, or maybe grey.

 Her heart thumped harder, trying to provide enough oxygen for explanations. Soon everything received a very simple answer. She was lying on her back with her limbs twisted in all sorts of awkward positions and her bag had somehow ended up pressing down on her chest. Picking herself up slowly, the woman could feel there had been something digging into her back. Sand and sticks rained down her shoulders as her head assumed the position nature had intended. Feeling too dizzy to walk just yet, she tried to remember the events of the recent past.

And came up blank. There was nothing, absolutely nothing. In fact, she should have been in class right now… And it should be about four in the afternoon…. shouldn't it? Class… maths… the dreaded test….

Then what was this? Raya cautiously turned her stiff head to inspect the surroundings. Barren land all around, the gloom of dusk or dawn barely outlining some trees in the distance. No roads around, no electricity poles, no light pollution from a nearby city.

Did someone assault me and leave me for dead? Fear crept into her heart as she gingerly looked down at her clothes for signs of a struggle. Nothing. Then what the heck was she doing in the middle of this wasteland…?

Confused and trying to keep the fear at bay, Raya turned around to see what had caused the stabbing in her back. And she froze.

It was a hand. A human hand….

Nausea and panic were quick to flood her system and she staggered backwards, only to bump into… another body.

"Oh God…." She whispered breathlessly, realising there were a few others scattered around. All completely motionless. "No…no, that can't be. It can't be--!" She chocked and desperately started shaking the person nearest to her.

Please be alive!

[Assistant]
Mervyn started as someone shook him awake, bolting up into a sitting position and glancing around blearily as the world spun around him uncontrollably. He swayed back and forth planting both hands behind him to steady himself as the world slowly began to settle around him. "I'm up!" His breathing rapid, from being startled awake, Mervyn focused his eyes reluctantly and saw a young woman's face centimeters from his own and he blinked in surprise, unable to do much more than stare in shock as his world wasn't quite stable yet. "Or am I?"

Realizing his rudeness, Mervyn jerked his head away from the woman blushing and sending his glasses tumbling from his face. Great job Merv you wake next to a woman and the first thing you do is stare like a dumb lamb, that's sure to score some points. And stop acting like bimbo! You're just making things worse! You try waking up to a stranger shaking you! I'm not even in bed, and my clothes are all on so we didn't do anything together.. bummer. He caught his glasses with a practiced hand, and slid them back on before checking the rest of himself.

He felt... mostly numb, but a little sore too. He was breathing slow deep breaths now and checking his pockets and searching the bag that had lain next him... nothing was missing. He looked around seeing the unfamiliar sights around him, and the others, and turned back to the woman who'd woken him. What the dickens? Was this some kind of party or what and how did I get invited if it was?

"Where am I? Who are you? What happened to me, er us?"

[User]
When she was five, Renata demanded to be addressed as "Your Royal Highness". She had read The Princess and the Pea and identified so strongly with its main character that she began acting like a royal; her parents complied with her finicky commands, assuming that her overactive child mind had just conjured another fleeting fancy. Two weeks later, they called her by her first name again, and she complained so much that they were forced to buy her an entirely new bedroom set, complete with an ultra-soft mattress and satin sheets, before she was appeased. Ever since, even the slightest lump in her bed, whether it be a small movement of the springs or a predestined pea, displeased her fine senses so much she couldn't sleep and had to call whichever local authorities were responsible for what she termed "emotional trauma".

Renata couldn't sleep.

She woke up with her muscles tense and slender tanned hands twitching, half-curled into a fist. "Cabron!" There was no pea in her mattress. In fact, there was no mattress at all.

She had been in New York, or Los Angeles, or some other smog-filled American city, marching through the streets (no doubt to attend a high-society function), and then a second had passed and she was unconscious and then she was here. Nowhere. Other than some life-weary trees, she had woken up to a flat plane of withered grass and an oddly clear sky.

And bodies. Not bodies in the sense she typically saw them; these people were clothed, not particularly attractive, certainly nowhere near famous, and unconscious.

Mouth pulled in a taut line, Renata stood up unsteadily, wiping off the dirt on her jeans and frowning at the streaks of brown and green on her bleached white blazer. Two others had woken up already. They looked like the type of people she would sneer at on the street - poor unfortunate souls. Renata withheld a low wail of desperation.

"You don't know where we are," she repeated, looking down at the most unfortunate looking of the lot (and certainly of the conscious lot). "This must be a sick joke!" Renata exclaimed, clasping the purse she only just realized was still wrapped about her shoulder. Who hated her enough to leave her stranded with these losers?

Nobody, she realized with a growing sense of dread.

She was perfect.

[Assistant]
She kept having horrific nightmares of being an art teacher, forced to watch dozens of children ignore shading or any sort of color theory. What was worse would be the constant requirement of pretending that they were doing fabulously. As if their atrocious little drawings were worthy of being compared to the likes of Klimt or Vermeer. No one appreciated you until you were dead, and unfortunately, Matilde was still expected to live on for a few more decades. Therefore, as an artist, her only choice was to either face the former, or become the sellout that she was already morphing into. It would have been incredibly lovely to survive as some sort of anarchist, living in the outskirts and painting whatever pleased her. But she was too comfortable with a life indoors, and had settled into the routine of eyeing bridges and tall buildings with a certain lust.

This time, her heavily tattooed arms were covered in various shades of pink and gold. She'd been commissioned to paint the anniversary gift for an unfulfilled housewife, its subject too childish to ever garner approval above the age of ten. The husband, however, had been overjoyed and paid generously. Matilde still struggled to be discovered by galleries, and though she had attained enough income to support herself, the woman detested having clients to appease. They were uncultured, and most likely the type of people who thought that Banksy was an underground artist.

"C'est quoi ce bordel?," she almost yelled, finally noticing the rest of the group. She'd woken up with the worst back pain, and the reality of sand in her underwear finally settled in. Matilde lived nowhere near the beach. The others were unruly looking and worse off than she. Grass and dirt had been caked into their clothing while sand seemed to be the only offending medium on her. One character stood out somehow familiarly, and Matilde could remember the Spanish model from several magazines.

Matilde wasn't sure whether to run off or not, and could feel her legs twitch in anticipation. She'd seen enough movies to know about what trafficking was, and looked around for any other suspicious characters. Bags filled, those that surrounded her seemed almost ready for the trip. Clearly, the young woman was on her own as she searched her own pockets. There was almost nothing to her name apart from a few coins, and Matilde wasn't even sure if she was still in France.

[User]
*Posting Note: Due to facilitate easy writing Kjartan's thoughts will be in plain English, his speech accented"

Kjartan Reinhølt

Blue eyes blinked groggily at the sky, and then squinted fiercely at the sunlight that danced across the scarred face. Kjartan was intensely aware of how much his head hurt and threw a muscled arm across his eyes to block out the sun all the while muttering under his breath. It took him a moment, perhaps it was the hang over, he wasn't sure, but he was suddenly aware of the smell of crushed earth and grass, and the unmistakable sensation of damp turf beneath his bare back and shoulders.

An idle thought flashed through his head as he lifted it slightly so that he could see through a narrow slit between his arm and his cheek, the lads would never let him live this down if he'd passed out on the rugby pitch. He was flat on his back, right knee in the air, kilt falling around his waist and he supposed it was a good thing he was wearing rugby shorts underneath or he'd be showing the world "the goods".

Through the gap he could now see a pair of tight blue jeans and black boots. Whoever this person was happened to be facing away from him and he smiled slightly at the curve of her backside as it strained against the jeans. He'd certainly woken up with less attractive women and not been able to remember the night, his initial concern was if he'd used protection or not, I he already had a half dozen illegitimate children running around the Commonwealth nations.

The thought was abruptly cut off as the person of his attention began to talk to someone else nearby and he raised his head some more to see a pathetic looking little fellow on the grass. His gaze shifted to the right and he saw more people. Now he was confused. He laid his head back down on the grass with a slight groan, maybe if he went back to sleep they would all be gone by the time he woke up and he wouldn't have to speak with any of them. That would probably be best. Yes, he'd do that.

His eyes flew open quite suddenly. He'd been at a fund raiser, now he remembered, and it hadn't been just ANY field he'd been on. It was a Team Scotland fund raiser and the team had been at Balmoral Castle to meet the Queen. He'd been one of the first selected to meet her because of his military service. Now he was worried he had passed out on the grounds of the castle. He sat up abruptly, his head spinning so hard he almost vomited. For a horrifying moment he thought he would but it passed swiftly and he staggered to his feet, eyes racing around as he turned quickly about him. No castle. No guards. In fact, beyond the people lying about in the grass with him, there was no one he knew at all.

"Thank ze gods..." He muttered out loud and allowed himself to sink into a crouch, head in his hands.

[Assistant]
Justin Beiber, the one whose backside the man had been admiring, turned around with a shining smile.

"You're welcome."


[System]
Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

Abilities/powers: Electricity manipulation/generation - Shawn has the ability to control, direct, and create electricity from his body. He is essentially a living, rechargeable battery

Electromagnetic manipulation - a sub power to his electricity manipulation, Shawn has also started to learn how to control electromagnetic fields, using them and warping them to his aid. This is very much a lesser power to Shawn, and he can only use it to assist with his electricity manipulation.

Plasma Absorption- Shawn can absorb any form of plasma and take it into his body, storing it for later use. However, he can only hold so much before it starts to have negative effects on his body, warping his senses and even causing body spasms. The level of plasma he is holding can usually be discovered through his eyes.

electrical immunity- due to his abilities, Shawn does not feel pain from electricity, nor to outside electrical forces have any effect on his body, unless it is an inhuman amount and something not even he can contain.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 16 - May 7th, 1983

General appearance:

Shawn stands at five feet, eight inches, Not as tall as his titan of a mother, but he is already taller than his father. Though he has a rather lithe build, he's strong enough to tackle most problems with his body, though he prefers to use his powers over brute force.

Additional Appearance/costume:

More of a prototype than anything, Shawn rigged up his own suit with the assistance of those in the school. The faceplate beneath the visor of the motorcycle helmet has small nodes on the inside to interact with Shawn's powers, allowing him to change the colors of the mask at will. The entire suit is lined in a similar way, the crevasses glowing with the activation of his powers, much like the suits from the movie TRON.

Personality:  Though a self proclaimed 'chiller', Shawn is at the point in his life where he is so stressed out that it has made him numb and even. He swears that he's listening, especially when his head is propped up with his arm and there's a trail of droll leaking from his mouth. He does try, though. He is a bit of a perfectionist in the few things he can actually focus on, but otherwise airy to the world around him. He is the worst combination of "driven to take on the world" and "could not get off the couch for unlimited money". He likes to talk, mindless chatter and banter during fights, but mostly just whispering conversations and thoughts to himself, slinging thoughts and ideas around from him to himself.

Special Skills: Escrima Stick proficiency, Tonfa proficiency, moderate athleticism, moderate wiring skills.

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

Weapon(s) of choice: Shawn... borrowed, two old police batons to work with his powers, juicing them up with delicious electricty to pack an extra punch.

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

Brief History:Born to a hearty Irish mother and immigrant father, Shawn was raised in a house of mixed cultures was was spectacularly odd. Both of his parents were mutants, his mutations being an amalgamation of theirs. When his powers came, his family welcomed them with open arms, and the town was curious, but not negative of his abilities. However, his parents could only teach him so much. He was sent off to the Xavier school to further hone his powers and help those in need.

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

Abilities/powers: Light Manipulation, "Hard Light Constructs" - Blake has the ability to channel "Mana" and create solid structures out of light. The strength of the constructs depends on how much mana he makes it out of, and is also dependent on his physical energy. His constructs can shatter if he is not strong enough, and he can make them move and morph at will.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 36 years old, 2/5/1963

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

Personality:Lax and Easygoing, Blake was a part of one of Professor Xavier's first classes after the Apocolypse incident, and only left the institute to get his degree in psychology. He returned to the institute to help Charles and stand in for any of the big X-men and women when they could not teach their own classes. Not exactly a hippy or a guru, but he does sometimes drift into those categories.

Special Skills: Doctorate in Psychology, pistol training, combat training.

Place of birth: California

Weapon(s) of choice: His constructs, namely. He has an emergency pistol that he can pour mana into and fire light, but hardly uses it.

Medical information: (Any medical conditions your character may have, not a necessity)

Brief History:

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

[User] Chrys chuckles silently to himself. Clasping his hands together he focus and opens them, left hand in front of his right. A series of calculations and he switches their positions, a soft poof as Shawn is moved out of the cocoon and down onto the stage. Chrys he grunts as a small twinge of pain goes through his head, a small side effect of his power. He rolls shouldersshou and drops down from the rafters, shifting to come to a brisk walk on the stage. "Well... We tried." He shrugs and makes as if picking something up and shifting his backpack to him, ignoring another twinge.

[Assistant]
Ayita clacked her beak softly, her feathers rustling at the teacher. It was more than most got from her. Bobbing her head slightly in her own chuckleing way she watched Shawn awaken and sort out his condition. Foolish boy, you must always be aware else nature would consume you. Her laws rose to the fore front of her mind. Nevermind they were far from the forests and wilds of the North. She wanted nothing more than to join them. To swoop in and cackle as she scattered them like any crow in a good joust. But the instict of the beastial and avian forms she wore were strong. Their instincts guided her limbs, while her knowledge allowed her to rise above that instinctual base, to know what was her and what was the form. It was why she studied the species so carefully before shifting. Every muscle had been perfected over years of evolution. Every bone, every sense, and every thought. Survival of the fittest was key.

She had hunted and reaped the rewards of several forms, but she still remembered her mother's screams when the mutation over came her. The fear of the large human, the need for the sky. It was a lucky thing, Ayita thought, that it had been summer and a window had been opened. Else thing would have gone very badly. As it was her mother had bruises from Ayita's wings for a few days after that, and it had been days before the girl had been able to return to her own form. Flying herself to near exaustion in a panick. Splitting herself from the raven had been difficult but she had managed it. Terrifying her mother when she returned in covered in loose feathers. Yeah, she didn't stay in the house a minute before her mother started yelling. Leaving again she had been so very pleased. Feeling the song of the sky., later to feel the song of earth and a longing to feel the sea. There was a beauty to shifting, such as she never could explain with words.

So she had learned, quickly. For hunger and cold were ruthless teachers. Flipping her wings she hopped to another rafter with a few beats to make sure she wouldn't fall short. Preening a few feathera back in place she couldn't help a cackle. "Fool. Fool. Fool." Ravens were clever bird able to mimick human tongue. Though who she called fool was up in the air, literally, for any one to guess at. Most likely she would make several people jump with that little bit of mimickery, but perhaps not.

Who could say with mutants?

[User]
Christopher Harris

Christopher sat in the back of the car - a big, black American thing that neither he nor his driver seemed to be overly fond of. He looked over at the usually stoic driver, smirking at the fingers tapping on the steering wheel - in time with the music filling the leather gilded, air conditioned, cavernous interior. The man might not like him, but at least he valued Christopher's musical tastes - in lieu of the garbage his brothers and sisters preferred. He turned his head, and stared out over the unfamiliar landscape, large patches of manicured grass, intermittently interrupted by long, paved driveways. It was not long before they slowed to one of these, and passed through the automatic gates. They stopped finally in front of a beautiful manor house that had Christopher nostalgic and homesick for a moment, before he bit his tongue and took a deep breath - dispersing the thoughts and feelings. After that, the motions were observed - the sound of a door opening, and closing - the crunch of expensive leather shoes on gravel - another door opening - him getting out and buttoning his blazer. Another sigh.

 "I am not sure whether or not I will actually stay here… ( he did not look at the man, but kept his face directed to the still closed front doors) Take my luggage with you to the nearest hotel, and await further instructions." He started walking forwards, keeping his face impassive. The car door shut once more behind him, and the car pulled away. He knocked politely, seeing as the doors were seemingly devoid of bell or knocker. He chanced another deep breath, and cringed slightly when he heard the sounds of children being happy somewhere in the distance. This had better not be some pseudo-frat house type of deal.

[Assistant]
Being shifted around gave Shawn a little bit of nausea, but it was all par for the course. He was safely returned to the ground, the majority of the class laughing at the prank, but also laughing at Shawn himself. He blushed with embarrassment as he rose, huffing and turning away from the class. Even the animals were mocking him. "It's great to know you guys care." He spoke offhandedly. From the corner of his eye, he could see something shiny. It was probably that giant metal guy that had scared him for a good minute.

However, when Shawn turned fully to get a good look at the beast, there was just a kid in front of him, his glance sideways and remourceful. "I... am sorry." The words were still a little rough around the edges, but he was trying, and it was more than enough for Shawn to understand. "I did not know that the ridicule would be this mean. It seemed harmless enough when we were all planning."

Shawn really felt a little spite and anger, but there was no way he was going to lash out or blame this newcomer. "It's fine..." He tried to stretch the word out, hoping that the kid would come and introduce himself.

It took a minute.

"Oh!" Was the exclamation after he finally understood that Shawn had been waking for his name. "I am Peter Rasputin." He tried to force a smile, even though he was sure that Shawn wasn't too happy with the class right now.

"This is what you get when you fall sleep in class, Mister In." Kurt sang, but did little else at the moment. "Now, class is almost over. So start packing your things. I hope you all enjoy your lunch as I do mine." And with that, he was gone, leaving the entire class alone for five more minutes before the bells finally rang to signal the next period.

Shawn said little to the other students. Peter seemed nice enough. Shawn might as well help the kid around while he was still new and impressionable. Unfortunately, Shawn had his lunch Period now, and Peters was not until later in the day.

For now, Shawn was just going to enjoy some food.

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At this point, Booker had returned to the mansion itself and had been on his way to the Headmaster's room. He was sure that his invitee was still there, though she still was talking with Xavier at the moment. Well, that just left Raven, who wasn't much the pep talker, nor one for bribery.

It was luck, though. Just as he was walking through, he heard a knock at the door. Something to delay him from the uncomfortable conversation with Raven, and to kill time while Xavier and Frost spoke.

As soon as he could, Booker opened the door with his constructs and began walking to the door. "Hello!" He greeted whoever was at the other side. "Welcome to the Charles Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. How can I help you while the Professor is currently busy?"


[System]
"Can you see it? The brave path to my victory... Its so clear to me now."
Gender Male
Age: 15

Appearance: A ray of sunshine is tantamount to Meruem's appearance and overjoyed spirit. Physically he stands slightly beneath other males of his age-group, straddling the line between 5'8" and 5'9". Not that his height matters in the slightest, even a giant would have a hard time convincing him to back down from a goal. Normally he holds a perpetual glint in his large lapis-hued eyes, simultaneously daring and cheering on those that look into them. Brown, stylized hair makes it easy to point him out in a crowd--along with his atypical manner of wearing a orange headband, its perhaps his most notable feature.

Personality: More than a tad loud, energetic, and overly-confident, Meruem has been compared to the typical shounen-type character. It can be embarrassing for him, showcasing the effortless manner in which a tinge of red can paint his face. Despite this, he usually goes along with any setbacks, meeting them with a wide smile. In the not too far-off past he use to be very timid; always crying and filled with paranoia of those around him. Nowadays he finds that unappealing habit of crying still hard to throwaway. Though it happens less often.

Because of his past, he rarely devalues anyone for the faults they may have. They could be the worst scoundrels and he'd simply remind them they still had plenty of time to change. Along with this comes the obvious negative reflection of being too forgiving. He believes as a hero, his place is only to inspire hope and bravery, never fear or trepidation. Because of "certain events" he places a large weight on his shoulders, aspiring to become the next Symbol of Peace.

Quirk: IM Gravity (IM 重力) - Meruem is capable of imposing his will onto gravity. Being a fifth generation quirk-user, through a predetermined cocktail, he's been given a monstrous power. He's capable of manipulating the gravity within his sights. This includes the ability to push, pull, levitate, and crush. For some reason when utilizing his quirk, his eyes loses all color, bending into the iris as if it was a black-hole. He has a 10 minute limitation for using his abilities before having to recover for a minimum of 10 more minutes. Without adequate rest, each usage after the first reduces the time-limit by 2 minutes and increases the recovery time by 2 minutes as well.

Reason: Meruem couldn't remember where or when he had, but once before he heard someone say, "Anyone who has a continuous smile on his face conceals a toughness that is almost frightening." That rung true for him, it resonated soundly and surely in his heart. When he was a tyke the other kids condemned him for his lack of control. His quirk, which controlled gravity was a nuisance to them. For awhile he was forced to be homeschool, all the while thinking himself a monster. He withdrew into himself, resenting his parents, his quirk, and who he was. That was until Urvaity and, for reasons, Lemillion had appeared at his home. Invited by his parents supposedly. Urvaity displayed the positivity behind Gravity in typical airy manner, how it could be used to save and inspire. Lemillion imbued him with a spectacular heroic spirit with powerful lecture. Since then, he's aimed to be the next Symbol of Peace and has through trial and error, perseverance and boldness, conquered his past.

Favorite Hero: Uravity & Lemillion

Skills: Meruem is a firm believer that resolve and bravery can conqueror any hurdle. He has unfathomable amounts of both but the skill to rely on his instincts, almost animal-like, tends to be where his combative prowess comes from. Due to the hurdle his quirk presents to him at midnight, to prevent from relying on it too much, he's trained his body tirelessly, producing an heroic frame. While not proficient in any kind of martial arts, he is quite the scrapper.

[User]
Haley nearly jumped as a voice called out, seemingly from nowhere, but then she saw him. It was The ghost hero Wraith! She had a hard time hiding her excitement, but the threat of embarrassment kept her at bay. She listened intently as he addressed the class and followed the paper as it was placed on her desk. What is a hero? Oh I know this one... She quickly started writing down her answer. It read, To be a hero is to protect civilians while also aspiring the inspire the people and make them feel safe. She was happy with this answer and had written it down very quickly.

She looked up when she could yet again hear Meruem introducing himself, Gravity huh. Interesting. She listened to his aspiration to become the symbol of peace then his praise of Uravity and respected his opinion and goal. His confidence was so potent it was contagious, for Haley at least. This made her want to go next, so she waits for Meruem to sit down before putting up her hand then standing herself.

She's a little shy but her confidence boost hides it pretty well. "Hey everyone. I'm Haley Grace. My quirk is called earth touch, it allows me to manipulate earth and rock but only if I am touching it with my skin. I'm so happy I was lucky enough to get accepted into this school, and I can't wait to see the day when we're all pro heroes." She feels pretty happy with her introduction and quietly sits down eager to hear about the other students.

[Assistant]
Seth looked up towards the Front to see the teacher introduce himself before allowing the others to do the same. The first was a guy named Meruem. His Quark was unique, to say the least, and his goal to be the strongest hero made Seth laugh a little. Strongest hero huh? I wonder how long that will last. Seth thought before a Girl, Haley introduced herself. He Quark, the ability to manipulate earth made him think of a character from a show he once saw.

"Make her blind and she might be just like her," Seth said to himself with a smile. Seth took a Deep Breath and said, "Guess it's my turn." Seth stood up and stretched. He then interlaced his fingers and let the joints in his fingers crack loudly. He let out a satisfied sigh, "That's better"

"Hey Y'all, names Seth Rush and my Quark is called Liquid Metal," Seth said before he extended his hand out. Silver liquid seeped from his skin before it coated his hand and arm up to his elbow. It hardened and he took a Wrench from his desk and tapped it against the metal to prove it had hardened into a sort of Gauntlet. The metal soon changed back to silver liquid before it sunk back into his skin. He placed the Wrench back down and continued, "I can also create weapons, but I must first coat the weapon in my Liquid Metal to get the dimensions of the weapon."

"As most of you must have guessed, I'm a mechanic. I work with my dad at his shop so I'm big on cars. I also like music and consider myself a movie buff. So if you have a car question or just need me to look at a vehicle, just ask and I'll see what I can do," Seth said before he sat back down and started to place the tools back in his duffle bag. he stopped and added, "Oh and Mr. Walker: who ever has the Mustang outside. You might want to let them know they're going to need a new belt. that;s why it squeals now and again. I heard it on my way here."

[User] Lucas came out of it and realized what was going on. He got up and said "My name is Lucas Buki, my quirk is called My Body is a Weapon. I can transform any part of my body into any weapon, as long as I know what it is. After my quirk manifested, people started calling me Laser Face, because one day I sneezed during class and my mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon, blasting a hole through my desk and about three floors of the school."

[Assistant]
For a moment, Augustus was shaken inwardly by another voice from everywhere.
But he sensed his teacher, who introduced himself as Xavier Walker.
Augustus seems somewhat unimpressed.
He gets up and says: My name is August Silver von Münschen and my quirk is the telepathy. I can feel the thoughts of others and shares thoughts. My goal is to be the most powerful to change the world for the better.

I am looking at the reaction of everyone.

[User]
"Great, a bunch of showboating egotist" The man uttered under his breath. He was more than happy to teach the young, to make them understand what he had to learn about villainy and heroics and what lies in between. He was completely satisfied with them limiting his amount of active law enforcement in return for creating a perfectly hone, physically and mentally, a batch of new paragons ready to smite down crime with an indomitable force for the sake of justice. Yet here, none of them seemed to understand this. They were all so...so material, regardless of how ironic it was for him to feel this way. With a heavy sigh that allowed him to push the bad thoughts out of the way, he smiled in what he thought was warmly, but was in fact entirely not, coming off more as cryptic and sinister.

I'll be sure to inform them of their car troubles, Mr. Rush. As for the rest of you: I am very glad to meet you and it looks as if you are excited to be here, which is good. Now then, I'm going to bring you all out to the outdoor training facilities to see what all you can do. It's standard for me to see how well you all are doing and it helps me grasp if you're prepared for what I have in store. I'll tell you to know that the majority of people who come into my class end up begging to be switched to another home room. You'll soon see why, but for now, I don't want to discourage you so know that you all are black smiths and your minds are like metal. Whether you make it into wrought iron, silver or steel, I'll still be impressed because you made something better than when you came in" He monologue, his voice stretching words and ghastly in its deepness. It was clear he was trying his best to come off as courteous but wasn't the best at it. "Now then. In the locker rooms, you'll each find a pair of athletic suits for you to work in. It's for the fairness of these trials you wear them. I ask that there is no funny business and peeking. Women to one room and men to the other, got it? Any little rebellions will be met with a swift penalty you may want to avoid"

[Assistant] Lucas rose from his seat and made his way to the men's locker room, changing into his athletic suit. He was relieved that they cut off at the elbow and the knee, meaning he was free to transform his arms up to his elbows, and legs down from his knees, without shredding the suit. However, he'd have to take off the shoes if he was to transform his legs, and not destroy them.

[User]
Haley watched as the next student stood up and introduced himself Seth Rush huh. Oh liquid metal! She follows the metal up Seth's arm and watches as he demonstrates it's durability, not bad at all. I wonder what his limits are. She listens about how Seth is a mechanic but that really doesn't interest her that much. Tho an observant person might noticed the envious look on her face, however brief it was.

She then watched Lucas stand, his quirk surprised her. This seemingly harmless boy was almost the exact opposite his quirk was to turn himself into a weapon. She smiled at hearing that he blasted a hole in his best with a face laser, and hearing that his nickname was laser face she decided she might call him desk face. But only if his initial reaction to it wasn't that bad.

She again almost jumped as the teacher spoke again his voice was rather unsettling to her. Tho her feeling of unease was eradicated when she heard that she was going to get to show off her quirk. She was inspired by Xavier's monologue, even if he had a creepy voice. She reddened at Xavier's comment about peeking. She then gathered her things up and headed off with the rest of the students, When she broke off to go to the girls locker room she was actually glad that there was only one other girl. And it was an added bonus that she didn't seem to be the type that would comment on her body, tho she had not heard the other girl speak so she still had a little bit of worry.

She changed off to the side and avoided making eye contact with the other girl as she stripped down. She was happy to find that the pants were long, and the sleeves were long enough for her to not be that worried. Despite this she still tried to pull the sleeves down see if they couldn't cover her just a little more. She sighed as her efforts were fruitless but deep down she didn't expect anything.

[Assistant] Once Lucas finished changing, he made his way to the field, excited that he'd be able to show off what he can do, and hope that he removes the vision of him being the stuttering, desk facesmashing, goof he portrayed earlier. Plus, he kinda wanted to show off in front of Haley, so she thought he was cooler than he portrayed earlier as well.

[User]
Augustus stands up.
He goes fast as he dismantles his thoughts to the girls.
He quickly withdrew and asked himself in the cabin the boys: "How do you find the girls, unfortunately there are only two, there is one that you find hot.
You already know who you find cool? Are you all heterosexual
Aski is interesting, but Heley also has something interesting.
Want to see the girls naked? "

I look at Haley/Aski thoughts and of their look at them both on the body.

[Assistant]
Meruem pulled his t-shirt from his body. He was all edges and shallow lines, a fit young man who was dedicated to his physical health. It came off and halted near his elbows as he faintly heard one of the other students; Augustus he believed his name was. He chuckled to lightned the severity of his words. "That's so not brave man. You should at least be man enough to ask directly, y'know?
" He fitted the gym clothes over his frame. The track suit appealed to his simple tastes. "Besides, if you don't start focusing now, you'll never get your name in my book."

He strode onto the field with those nameless faces and few notable students that weren't as mundane. His elbow was stretched far across his chest, that same fiery gleam in his eyes. "I won't fail. Whatever it may be," he muttered to himself.


[System]
~Lady Victoria Moncourier-Crest~

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Age: 20
Gender: Female

Bio:
The daughter of Lord Alexander and Lady Diana Crest, Victoria was born with a rare blood condition called Haemochromotosis, basically where you have more iron in your blood than normal. It's linked with early dementia, but people rarely lived past the age of 60 in Victorian era. This makes her blood smell much, much stronger. And a prime target for vampires.

Her upbringing was privileged being from a family of vast wealth, Victoria wanted for nothing. She had all the ponies and horses she could want, this created her affinity and love for all animals and nature through horse riding and caring for them. When she was twelve, she fell from a horse and grazed her elbows. Her strong blood caught the scent of a nearby vampire. This triggered an attack later that evening as it tracked her back home. As the vampire was about to savage her in her own bed, her father burst in armed with a sword, gun, a cross and a stake (whether stakes actually worked is still a myth) and killed the vampire, this is when she learned they did exist, but she was made to keep it secret. It turned out her father was a secret Vampire Hunter! He knew he himself was a target, having the rare blood condition himself, so did her mother, this was only passed down genetically from both parents. He had to become a vampire hunter to protect himself, his wife and his future children. He guarded her religiously until recently he was killed by a vampire due to his ageing body and weaker ability to dispatch them. They never caught his murderer.

6 months later, Victoria has reached that age where she was expected to have a husband. It was ever more precedent now that the Lord of the House had been killed, there needed to be a new head of the family, with Victoria being the only daughter and no male brothers or cousins to assume the role, it fell to Victoria's future husband. Lord Christopher Spencer was chosen as a suitable candidate for her. And this is where our story begins, at the ball held at the Crest manor estate where she would meet her selected betrothed. Only there was something strangely off about this Lord…

[User]
Inside the Open Leaf, Vail let his eyes rove over the patrons as he decided whom he was going to make his target that night. Though he considered most of the people in the room, his focus mostly lingered on the group of women he had spotted from outside. There were three of them in all, sitting near the back of the room beside a large, glowing fireplace. Each one had in drink in her hand, and there was a flush to their cheeks that told him they had to have been drinking at least long enough to feel the effects of the gin. Thanks to their inebriation, any one of them would have a perfect victim.

He edged closer to the group, mixing easily with the crowd as he elected to choose his prey by scent rather than by sight. Over the years, he had gotten quite skilled at hunting without alerting his target to his presence. Even now, he let his gaze wander aimlessly over the room, acting as if he was merely enjoying the atmosphere of the pub rather than hunting down his next meal. None of the women seemed to take any notice of him either. They were all distracted by whatever conversation they were having to notice the predator in their midst.

Once he was close enough to distinguish their individual smells, Vail's eyes flicked toward the woman sitting on the right, a young brunette with golden-brown eyes and a pretty face. Among the three, her aroma was the most delicious, and he was sure her blood would taste sweet—just what he needed to satisfy his craving. He was just about to begin planning how he would separate her from the rest of her friends when another scent wafted to him that made him stop in his tracks.

"You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered under his breath, glancing over the room until he spotted Victoria speaking with the bar keep over the counter. She didn't seem to have noticed him yet, but he doubted it was a coincidence that she was here now. He clicked his tongue and turned away from her again. Having learned his lesson from his last mistake, he wasn't going to approach her this time. Perhaps, if he was lucky, she wouldn't see him, and he wouldn't have to interact with her again.

Unfortunately, she couldn't make it that easy on him.

The strength of her perfume grew just before Vail felt her whispery voice on his ear. Her warm breath made his skin tingle, but his annoyance with the scene she had caused in the Black Bull outweighed the pleasantness of the sensation. "Following me now, are you?" he asked dryly as he continued to watch the woman whom he had made his target. He didn't want to risk letting his prey slip away for just a conversation with the Crest heiress. "I would have thought you'd be satisfied after giving me away once tonight. Or are you trying to do some noble deed by stopping me wherever I go?"

[Assistant]
Victoria chuckled at the fact he thought she was following him. If anything, she thought he was following her, knowing she had cut herself at the party and Vail seemed to linger around her. She knew he would enjoy her blood more than anyone's. Yet, the way he was staring at his target, actually made her feel inadequate. Like she wasn't special anymore. Or perhaps it was because she wanted his attention to be on her like it was when they danced.

"Me? Following you? Don't flatter yourself, My Lord…" She folded her arms. "I really don't care what you're up to. I have better things to do with my time…." She knew the Hygraces would not mess with her or her family from reading her father's notes, they wanted to keep a low profile. She went to turn away but then stopped in her tracks. It was true she didn't care what he did or who he killed, she knew none of these people in here and really disliked the majority of social conventions, the fake people, their two-faced attitudes, the gossip. Pubs were rife with it. But she couldn't help feeling a pang of pity for his victim. It was still someone's daughter, wife mayhap or even mother even at her young age.

Victoria Crest was in no way trained or ready to even take on any vampires, even just the one such as Vail. She stared at the door, she still had a caring soul and knew it would enrage the vampire to possibly attack her, but at least she had a dagger to defend herself with. That young lady had no clue what she was up against. She decided to try and distract him from his target. Victoria turned back to face Vail, though he still wasn't looking at her. "Um…thanks for helping me earlier with that crude man…maybe…I can reward you...with just a small taste…" She then wavered her cut finger under his nose. Was she the prey or the hunter now? Her intention to lure him out into the street. But this way the other woman would be safe for tonight. She only had to worry about her own safety right now as she walked to the door and left the tavern. She hoped his desire was strong enough to want her blood much more than the average human.

She broke into a run in the street, she really doubted she could outrun a vampire, but she could maybe outwit one. She ran toward the alley way she hid in and suddenly a shadowy figure stepped out from it. Victoria couldn't slow down quickly enough and ended up running into his arms. "Agh!" She screeched as the man grabbed her arms and pulled her tightly to him. He nearly crushed her in his embrace as she squirmed and kicked. "Let me go!"

"Calm down Miss! You're safe now!" He told her in a gruff voice. "GET. OFF!" She kneed him in the groin, he let her go and groaned as he curled over himself in pain. She then ran from him and he began to chase her down. "Come back here!" Albeit he was hobbling at first.

[User]
As Victoria rebutted that she hadn't been following him, Vail casted her a brief glance before focusing on the woman he had targeted again. As long as she wasn't shouting to everyone in London that he was a Hygrace, he didn't care what she was doing either. Perhaps it really had just been a coincidence that they had found each other at two different pubs. Whatever the case, he wasn't going to let her appearance distract him from his goal. She was untouchable. The other Lady was not. If he didn't feed tonight, his cravings would only grow worse too. For his own sake, he had to satisfy them so he wouldn't have to leave his family's manor again.

For a moment, it nearly seemed like Victoria was going to leave him alone. As she turned to walk away from him, he was able to put all his attention into luring the dark-haired woman away from the tavern. Since she was drunk, it wouldn't be difficult. All he had to do was make an excuse to interrupt the group's conversation and remain close to her long enough that she would go with him willingly when he invited her to accompany him outside. He was just about to make his move when Victoria spoke up again.

This time, she caught his attention.

Vail turned toward the Lady when she offered him "a small taste," eyeing her with new interest. Despite everything he had told himself before, he couldn't deny that he was tempted. He wondered why she would make such a sudden gesture though. She obviously knew who and what he was. Why wasn't she afraid? His feral gaze swept over her. As Alexander's daughter, she surely must have been fed the lies of the Order: that vampires were demons who bled their victims to death in a cruel and sadistic manner. It surprised him that she was facing him so calmly as she made her proposal.

However, he didn't get a chance to question her before she reached out to wave her fresh cut beneath his nose. The alluring fragrance of her unique blood made his heartbeat quicken and his pupils dilate with envy. Already hungry and sensitive to his carnal instincts, it was simply too much for him to withstand this time. All sense went out the window as she hurried out the door, further exciting his inner predator with the prospect of a chase. What did it matter if she was a Crest? She had volunteered to be his prey tonight, and he had every intention to accept.

Without giving it another thought, Vail took off after her, walking briskly through the pub until he reached the street. As soon as the Lady was back in his sight, he broke into a sprint, easily closing a large portion of the distance between them as he pursued her. In the back of his head, he knew he should be more careful about chasing her so obviously—if a member of the Order saw him now, it would be clear what he was doing—but at the moment, the impulse to feed was too consuming to listen to reason. He hastened his pace.

At one point, he noticed absently that he passed someone else on the street when he rounded a corner to follow Victoria into an alley. However, he didn't pay the man any mind. His target was right in front of him now. He almost had her.

As soon as she was close enough for him to touch, Vail caught her by the arm and pulled her roughly against himself. His usual gentleness had fled, replaced with a frenzied urge to have his fill of her rich blood. He pinned her effortlessly and curled his lip, baring a sinister set of fangs just before he leaned in to bite the soft skin of her neck.

[Assistant]
Victoria knew it was only a matter of time before he caught up to her. She reached down for her dagger as she ran but she felt something latch onto her arm and pull her back. Her back slammed against Vail's torso, she felt her heart burst out of her chest. She was scared but she was also excited. Never in her life had she experienced such invigoration. Living a sheltered life, she had never really lived. She felt alive right now. Even though he was rough with her, being in Vail's arms sent a shockwave of desire throughout her body. She must have been insane. She could feel his breath near her neck, she lifted her leg so she could grab her dagger from it but as she unsheathed it from her boot, a gun went off. "Unhand her, you unholy beast!"

A silver bullet impaled Vail's shoulder. "The next one wont miss!" The stranger growled as he aimed his gun at him. Feeling Vail's grip loosen on her, Victoria brought her silver, holy tipped blade up and slid out of his arms. She dropped to the floor and slashed his right leg. She pushed herself off the floor and sprang into a run toward the stranger.

"You're okay now Miss, I'm with the Order of Saints. Get behind me." He instructed as his gun remained targeting Vail. She did run behind him but turned and saw he was about to shoot Vail in the heart. It would kill him. She didn't want him to die. He couldn't help himself in his frenzied state. It was his natural instinct to prey upon her. He couldn't control it any more than a hungry lioness hunting zebra. From what she had read of her father's journals. Not all vampires were blood thirsty beasts. Some felt ashamed of being what they were, others went into hiding to survive, like Vail.

"No! Don't kill him!" Victoria pushed the stranger's arm upward and his gun shot a bullet into the air. He growled. "Vampire sympathiser!" He yelled at her and struck her down with his gun with the handle against her cheek. She yelped and fell to the floor, holding her face. "Run Vail!" She shouted out for him to use this opportunity to flee the Order.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

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"Out for a little adventure, aren't we, your majesty?", the wizard asked as soon as he noticed that the princess was among the group. However, having to look up at the approaching goblins, they were on the run again...unaware of an invisible Bilbo nearby.

Going through the caves, the winged-elf immediately felt relieved once the sun shined upon her. Flying down the mountainside, she was still by Yavanna's, and the brothers' side, relieved that they both managed to stay through the predicament. "Five, six, seven, eight. Bifur, Bofur, that's ten. Fili, Kili, Saeril, Yavanna, that's fourteen. And Bombur, that makes fifteen.
"Where's Bilbo? Where is our hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!", Gandalf shouted at them as they finally came to a stop; Saeril finally able to land near her godsons and the Star of Rivendell, tucking in her wings.

Fili was looking around, along with his brother, not being able to find their burglar amongst them. 'Where could he be?'
"Curse the halfling! He's lost?!" Dwalin looked for him in vain, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"I thought he was with Dori!", Gloin was quick to foist off any blame.
Dori was still panting from the run. "Don't blame me!"

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Yavanna couldn't help but smile as she heard Gandalf. "Something called out to me. Maybe I just wanted to help out." she told him, before they finally made it out of the caves and out into the sunlight. The sunshine was bit bright, and the warmth wrapped around everyone...Yavanna stopped with the young Dwarves. Leaning against Fili to rest a little bit. She still was aching a little bit, from the fall of the bridge.

Looking around, she looked worried. Bilbo was gone. "Now...now...no need to blame poor Dori." Yavanna told Gloin. "No wonder, with all the chaos. Poor Bilbo probably got lost." she said softly.

Kili was relieved, the moment they all got outside. He stood with his brother and the young Princess, trying to catch his breath. "He can't have just left us." Kili said, feeling dissapointed, that Bilbo was gone.

Back inside of the cave, Bilbo stared at Gollum for a few long moments. Debating wether or not to kill the odd creature. He had a sword. He was invisible..it'd be quick...and he'd have a free way ahead of him. He swung his sword...but slowed down...the sword not even touching the odd creature. Bilbo lowered his sword. He couldn't do it. Taking a few steps back...he took a little run. Leaping over Gollum...using his head as a little thing to push away from...and running for the exit.
Gollum shrieked, screamed cursing Bilbo for being a thief.

Meanwhile, the Dwarves were debating about what happened to Bilbo. "I'll tell you what happened!" Thorin spoke up "Master Baggins saw a chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed, his books, his garden since he left! We will not see the Hobbit again! He's long gone."

Kili looked at his uncle, his expression still held the sad disappointment and slight shock at his uncle's accusations. But young Bilbo had caught up, he was leaning against a tree..invisible. But he heard the Harsh words Thorin had spoken. He finally decided to take off the ring, holding it his grip.

"Now...he isn't!" Bilbo said; now visible as he stepped out from behind a tree. Kili smiled as he heard Bilbo. Yavanna just smiled brightly, seeing Bilbo. "Bilbo...we'd given you up." Kili said with a slight chuckle; surprised to see him. Thorin stood there shocked, sinking his sword into the ground slightly. Bilbo just smiled, as he patted Balin on his shoulder.

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Fili felt the leaning coming from the princess, who seemed to be tired from all the action. Not refusing, he allowed her to catch her breath, just as Saeril walked to them, and moved a lock from her exhausted face. All the winged she-elf thought was that she was okay, and out of the hands of their enemies. She jumped into the fray between them and the goblins for a reason: they were not to suffer from the effects of harm, especially her godsons, as well as the princess herself. Saeril wouldn't give the young elf that kind of fate. Absolutely not.

When Bilbo appeared, Fili was dumbfounded, and a little confused. "How on Earth did you get past the goblins?", he asked.
"How, indeed", Dwalin agreed.
"What does it matter? He's back", Gandalf cut in, giving a grateful smile. Saeril couldn't help but give the same smile.

[Assistant]
As Fili didn't seem to refuse, Yavanna gave him an exhausted but warm smile. Before she smiled softly at Saeril, whom stood besides them. It had been a bit of a crazy start to her part in this adventure so far. But she was glad, that everyone was okay.

Bilbo just let out a soft chuckle, hearing Dwalin and Fili. He tucked something into his pocket, before his hands fell by his side again.
"It matters." Thorin said. "I want to know!" he rose his voice slightly, with authority. "Why did you come back?" he asked looking at Bilbo.
Bilbo glanced over towards Thorin, with a slight sigh. "Look, I know you doubt me. You always have." Bilbo said "It's true, I do often think of Bag-End. I miss my books, my arm-chair, my garden. You see, that's where I belong. It's home." Bilbo said. "But that's why I came back...because you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you." Bilbo said softly, looking at Thorin. "And will help you take it back, if I can."

Kili smiled at Saeril softly. His hand reached out, giving hers a soft squeeze. He then smiled hearing Bilbo's speech. But the happy moment of rest seemed to be cut short, when they soon heard shrieks and growls from not so far distance. Orcs...
Thorin glanced in the direction of the sounds. "Out of the fire..." "Into the frying pan." Yavanna finished the sentence, as she heard the shrieks.


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This section will be updated with information about the world including kingdoms, cities, lore, legends and artifacts.

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Player Characters

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An index of accepted characters deceased and living.

Amheurst the Knight played by: @Polybius

Echo Kaiser played by: @rechonq

Gish played by: @Gentlemanvaultboy

The Mindskitter played by: @GodOfWar

Clabeth played by: @kkbird123

NPC Characters

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* Amheurst, The Broken Knight
A young knight leans against a boulder, his brow heavy with sorrow. The knights armor is sparse, a verdigris marred spaulder, a single gauntlet on his sword arm and old rusty greaves. In his arms he cradles a broken longsword, broken clean off about half-way down the blade. It may have once been a fine weapon indeed.

Amheursts' father was Sir Bran, Lord of Guilliam Keep.
* Bosham Gar, Troubador & Actor
A thin haired aging man cloaked in shaggy clothes paces in agitation. He clutches a mask with 3 faces. It appears to be crafted from a precious metal. The three faces reflect joy, anger and insanity.
* Pelinora, Priestess of Kant
A very beautiful woman with a stern expression on her face crouches over a small circle of pebbles. She is incanting a spell and gesturing with her hands. She is cloaked in the deep green robes of the God Kant, The Weary Watcher. Her eyes grow wide as a fire erupts from her palms, creating a small blue-flamed fire. She sits down and begins warming her hands over the eldritch fire.

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"Memories?" Gish asks slowly, shaking her head from side to side. Had it been insider her head? That would make sense, but she hadn't forgotten anything. The long night she had seem all those years ago was still fresh and clear in her head. Clearer now than ever before, as though she'd lived it all again. She didn't feel like anything was missing. In fact, it felt like there had been more to what it had shown her.

"I don't think so. I don't think it eats them." She stammered, but was cut off by the rustling of the brush as the thing floated back into view. She reached into her pockets and whipped out the first thing she found. She brandished the simple wooden flute like it was a legendary sword, never taking her eyes off the thing as it seemed to raise up its tentacles in supplication. "Careful. It's still a leech. And maybe a witch. Maybe."

[Assistant]
"Memories?"

"Careful. It's still a leech. And maybe a witch. Maybe."

 "There!" shouted Amheurst, louder than he intended. The vines had parted, the sickening creature returning to view.

"What a foul abberation..." thought the knight. He raised his sword once more as the creature in turn raised two horrid tendrils...and turned them in acquiescence and formed a cross. Instinctively Amheurst crossed himself with his free hand. His sword lowered. His heart no longer sure. The girl had brandished some sort of instrument, and the pale man had said not a word but defended them both nonetheless.

 "I don't think it means us any harm...or...it doesn't realize we don't like that...whatever it did to me!" Amheurst looked at his two unlikely companions to see what they would do.

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Echo turned as it exited the shrubbery as well. He noticed the girl wielding a fife like a knife and smiled a bit as if to chuckle to himself in this tense situation. The knight also drew his sword at the sight of it emerging, but as it crossed it's tentacles the man lowered his sword and made the symbol on his chest. It was rather odd, but slightly reassuring nonetheless. As it stretched two more tentacles out with hands turned up, he understood that it was meaning for peace right now. Perhaps this thing couldn't speak either.

Echo didn't dismiss the wisp but he dimmed it's light. Echo could see that the creature was vying for peace at the moment, but it didn't seem like the girl got that message. He waved his lantern in front of her to get her attention. When he got it, he took a deep breath and made a calming motion in an attempt to get her to relax a bit. He was still on edge though. He never saw a creature try for peace and they betray it, but a man did try it once. Fortunately it ended well for Echo and not so much the man, but he wasn't going to let it happen again. He kept his guard up for any unwanted movement's of the ethereal arms toward the three. With his free hand he waved to the creature in an attempt to communicate with it.

[Assistant]
She looked up at the mask guy when he drew her attention, motioning for her to lower her weapon. She had a moment of indecision, then actually looked down at what she had in her hands. She gasped, then replaced the flute in her pockets. She felt around in there and felt the comfortingly cold metal of her little craving knife, and shook her head in embarrassment over having grabbed the wrong thing. But she didn't draw the knife.

She looked back at the mask guy and saw him waving at the leech witch thing. "Easy for you to be so friendly. It hasn't been in your head." She patted the side of her head for emphasis, and suddenly realized that something was missing. "Gah!" She croaked, looking frantically around until she spotted the big reed hat that had been knocked from her head earlier. She dove for it, snatching it up and pulling it down over her head. She squatted there, looking out at the others from between the reeds. It didn't matter. They'd seen everything, hadn't they? Especially the leech witch thing. There was no point now, but she felt naked without it.

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The Mindskitter was, once again, surprised by the new species's reaction(s). Amheurst didn't interpret the abomination's gestures as peace more than he saw it as a "hesitation of murder" or "mistaken conduct". Yet, the pale man waved in greetings, a pleasant development (and perhaps apology for damages). Gish... floundered a bit in her efforts. At least she found it unnecessary to actually arm herself in this situation.

 Proceeding with it's greetings, the Mindskitter took one of it's physical fore arms and impressed it into the dirt surrounding the non fire, it detailing a clear message. Writing the word "harm" into the soil, the beast quickly crossed out such grammar with the same tentacle. Perhaps this correspondence would make the Mindskitter's motives much more clear. Yet, now approached the risky stage. It formed a third phantom tendril, and extended each growth to each respective member of the party, the same peaceful 'palms upwards' motion upon each. Driving it's second fore tentacle into the dirt, the Mindskitter quickly wrote a more instructional message;

"Speak with me"

 It made sure to draw this literature close to that of which was crossed out, a method it hoped to use to remind them "I will speak with you peacefully". It did not enjoy using these terrain enscriptions, and tried to keep them as short as possible (the Mindskitter's knowledge and creation deserved a cleaner surface). Sadly, such was unavoidable. It prepared a message for those who grappled it's tentacles; "I am the Mindskitter, the beast of knowledge, what do you wish to ask of me?"

[Assistant]
The faint echo of distant voices mixed with the ambience of the cave as Luciel trekked down into the darkness, cascading glints of light from the sun behind him shown in brilliant untamed metals within the cave walls. It was more than enough for them to find their way, though the sounds worried him to a considerable degree.
Hoisting up the tatters of the tapestry cloak as not to trip, Luciel drew his sword with his other hand. Under the fabric, the blade could offer little more than a surprise stab if need be, and the plan of where to go from there wasn't entirely thought out. However, with the fading aid of the sun's whispers across the walls, the bright amber hue of a fire now took its place.

Peering from around the corner, a group of maybe five figures stood around the telltale fire Luciel had expected. Their various sizes and shapes worked a cautious curiousness from him, though he merely watched. With a shout from an armored man, their attention turned to a peculiar creature floating from the vines to address them. The chimera took advantage of this moment to ease out from where he hid, sweeping across the opening passageway leading to the entrance of the cave like a shadow. Into the opening of the room, he quickly realized there was little cover within reach. Almost frozen from the shock of this realization, he contemplated retreating back to the corner before his body instinctively dropped to the floor with a dull click of his boots across stone.

"T'szeem...leear..." he whispered, the tapestry settling over him and assuming his motionlessness which meshed with the uneven rocky floor to become little more than part of the shadowy scenery. What was a sound and a whisper, soft like the wind, became nothing but nondescript shadows and the faintest glint of steel from the tip of the shortsword catching the faint reflection of the fire's light in the way a dull gem might.
Luciel did his best to steady his breathing, muffled by the thick fabric while he watched the creature, which invoked familiar feelings of wonder, begin odd motions as if to converse with the group.

Darkly, Luciel wondered what kind of stuff the group had on them, and if he'd get a chance to pick through their remains if diplomacy with the beast ended with bloodshed.

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Gish steps forward to see what the thing was writing on the floor, then shirks back as one of it tentacles moved toward her. She hopped from one foot to the next, turning over the words on the ground in her mind. After considering it carefully she pulled the flute out of her pocket and used it to gently push the tentacle it offered away from her. "No. No. No thank you. I've had enough, thank you. No." She muttered.

As she moved the tentacle her eyes lingered on the liquid still coating her arms. The leech thing was really fragile. She'd done that with a stick, without even trying. She looked to both of the others. "I think I'd be able to handle any funny business it tried to pull if either of you gave it a go."

[Assistant]
Echo was relieved to see the creature not making any more moves for the three of them. It did instead extend one of it's physical tentacles out and began to write in the ground. It seemed it couldn't talk either. It wasn't really odd that something of this particular shape didn't have a tongue or vocal chords, at least in the human sense. It wrote the word harm in the ground which almost brought up a red flag for him, but when it immediately crossed it out, the opposite happened instead.

Echo began to feel more calm around the thing now. He could tell that the line through the word was intentional to mean the opposite. It now formed a third phantom tendril and extended it upwards like the others. Each tendril was reached out to one or another of the party. He still watched carefully as it wrote it's next message trying to see if there were any other underlying messages. It was written close to the first message, despite the available space, and he wondered if there was supposed to be a correlation. When it finished it was quite clear that it could speak through it's tendrils, but he was a little unsure whether to fully trust it or not.

He decided to not care and give it a chance. He had been living without his memories quite fine and if the creature was to eat them, then he wouldn't even know what he was missing. He reached his hand out and grabbed onto the phantom tendril. Immediately words rushed to him. It was like he was hearing them, but he know no real sounds were being made. He didn't feel any other sensations at the moment so he felt like the mindskitter was actually just communicating now. He wasn't sure if it could hear his thoughts, but as clearly as he could picture the words in his mind he thought, "Hello, I am Echo. I am unfortunately mute and unable to physically speak. If you can hear this then please respond."

Echo was beginning to hope that the mindskitter could hear him. The opportunity to express a deeper message through speech was something he had not had for quite a while. Perhaps this beast of knowledge could be a godsend instead.