[System]
Alias & Nicknames: Crow
Age: 22
Place of Origin: Originally from France then lived in Ireland

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Blood Status:
Pure Blood

Sexual Orientation:
Bi sexual

Relationships Status:
Single (he has two pet crows for goodness sakes)

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Wand:
Cedar wood with a Unicorn hair core 10 ¾" and Brittle flexibility

Education:
Hogwarts where he was sorted into Hufflepuff

Speciality:
Magizoology

Experience as a Regulator
considered quite new having only been in the ORO for 1 year

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Biography:
Athos was originally born in france. He was born to two pure blood wizards who died when he was only a year old. He somehow managed to get into the system and was then adopted by who he considers his parents and lived in Ireland since. He was quite lucky to get adopted by a wizard family who could then show him spells and other lessons which allowed him to show how adept he was at spell casting. When he received the letter to hogwarts his parents were quite proud and supportive.

Things seemed pretty standard until at the age of 14 he was walking the streets to his home to surprise his family only to be attacked by a dementor. He managed to call upon his patronus and make it home where he did not talk about the event. The creature has to been sighted sense and it is suspect that it went to find food elsewhere or another more talented wizard from that time found it and dealt with it.

One year later, Athos found a nest belonging to a crow. Though there were eggs, the mother seemed to have abandoned or was killed leaving the two eggs contained within. Thus, Athos took the eggs and raised the resulting crows. One a crow of white the other a crow of black. His crows are well trained and by how he acts with them you could almost swear they can communicate, but that is more likely to be the fact that he raised them.

Athos found that care of beasts was his specialty with him also being fairly good at spell casting. Potions was a close third. He has a way with animals that is uncanny and caught the attention of many students that would result in bulling. Though, bullying did not last long since he seemed to completely ignore it and focus on his crows instead.

At the age of 18, his adoptive parents died. A tragic house fire took the lives of the people that had raised him and left him devastated. This caused Athos to go from rather extroverted to closed off seeming to talk to no one but the crows he raised.

With his adeptness at care of animals, Athos wanted to try out becoming an animals and was surprised when he was finally able to pull it off. He has kept this a secret for everyone. This seemed to make his bond with his pets stronger being that he turned into one of them.

After graduating (Upper class) Athos was finally scooped into the ORO due to the tragedies he had experienced (Death of his parents, and dementor attack) he was approached by the ORO. Originally, he had wanted to become a Magizoologist, but this sounded like a better option for him. He wanted his knowledge to go to some good and make his parents proud, even if he was not keen on being in a group.

Notes:
-Patronus: A King Cobra weirdly
-Bogart: Dementor
-Animagus: Not registered, A rather large crow with a white star on his chest
-Crows: Two crows one white (Snape) and one black (Sirius) both are uncannily well trained
-Color: Gold
-He holds a bit of an irish accent

Emory Corrigan - "He seems to underestimate me, but that is alright I am new and my specialty is not exactly that inspiring."
Isadora Albescu Fuji - "My crows like her. Like a cat owner I am sometimes jealous of this.I suspect she gives them treats."
Nichole Arminstance- "She keeps calling me a nerd. While I admit I am a nerd it gets rather bothersome."
Florian Sabinov – "We have not crossed paths much thought dark arts is quite an fascinating specialty"
Kieran McMillan - "Part of me really wants to study him and perhaps through studying I could help him, Bu I know he would not take a liking to that. Further then that being that I am still new I do not feel like I know him that well."
Velvet Gertrude Moon - "She is very quirky"
Arthur Stone - "His god damn stick tried to eat me and my crows. I have nothing against the man but Namor needs to stop it."
Natalia Jade DeVito - "Still working on my impression of her."
Athos Du Vallon – "…..What. Is this some sort of deep thought question?"
Felix Twycross – "Uhm…Blushes LOOK A CROW *sirius gives a confused caw*"
Sebastian Montague – "The newcomers must unite. Mostly because I want to get help with my studies and maybe I can actually convince him. Maybe?"
Richard Baar – "I am not sure we would get along. However, I could be wrong. Not sure yet."
Tariq Lerius – "Another person that my crows like. I am beginning to think they are more spoiled birds then I thought."
The Caretaker – "I wonder what happened to him. I would love to hear his story"

[User]
interacting with: Isadora

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Athos had eventually fallen asleep, though he got very little of it before the next day started. He managed to drag himself to a shower and pull on pants and started to open the chest to place eclipse back in, but stopped. Athos? "Why don't you stay out. It is time the rest of the team met you anyway." Athos gently scooped up the large albino spider and trudged his way out of his room.

The brighter light exposed how worse for wear he was. His arms were coated in thing scratches from searching rubble, his eyes blood shot from lack of sleep, overall...he simply looked like hell. Snape and Sirius stayed on the ground and followed him to the kitchen, eclipse perched upon his head. That made for a slightly humorous sight, until one saw the rest of Athos.

Athos heard isadora, but seemed to ignore her. He trudged his way past and started grabbing various items. Fruits and ham for the crows and then a bowl of raw ground beef for eclipse. The spider proceeded to make happy noises and leap onto the counter next to the two crows and eat with them. Athos stood there watching his small group of creatures with his bare back facing isadora. His usual friendly demeanor seemed to be lost to him at the moment. He simply could not bring himself to talk to her yet.

[Assistant]
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It had been a very long, very sleepless night for Zara. Once she had steadied herself enough to bring herself to her feet, she trudged along the wall until she was once again in front of Felix's door. She could barely feel the turning of the knob, her feet sliding across his bedroom floor, before she landed face first onto his bed. There she stayed for what felt like an eternity- though was truly only for several hours.

She had hoped for a deep enough sleep to ease her troubled mind- she was clearly fresh out of good luck in that department. As her body eventually gave way to exhaustion, the dreams and thoughts of the others clashed with her own. She could see Felix being trapped; could feel the torment and anguish from each member who tried, and failed, to rescue him; could feel the guilt building in Isadora and Athos. It was all Zara could do to not scream.

When the sunlight started to peek it's way into the room, bloodshot eyes stared back at it. The woman drew a long, shaky breath from deep within her chest before pulling herself up off the bed. Dragging her feet over to the bathroom, she stared at her reflection; definite blood shot eyes surrounded by the puffiness of shed tears, strands of purple in every direction, and a sallow complexion to match. In all, Zara was quite the looker at this particular moment. With a small snort, she made her way into his shower, scrubbing away the night before. She then dressed in a pair of Felix's sweat pants and a black undershirt. It was slightly baggy on her slender frame, but she didn't care. Everything smelled of Felix and it brought her a sliver of comfort.

Her stomach soon rumbled, with much surprise. She usually didn't eat when she was upset- her body mostly shut down whenever her nerves were overloaded. However, she couldn't quite remember the last time she had actually consumed anything nutritious: off to the kitchen she went. As she sauntered along, she allowed her mind to go completely blank. There wasn't a single thought she wanted in her head, hers or anyone else's. As she made her way to the kitchen, she blinked and stared at the overly large arachnid on the kitchen counter. Thinking she was definitely hallucinating thanks to her clear head, she snorted and watched it. "Heyyyy itsy bitsy spider...You're a long ways away from the water spout."

[User]
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The night was refreshingly crisp as it whipped past Kieran's face as he raced through the dark forest. There was a taste of pine needles and grass in the air much to his delight, as the all of his senses seemed to be working in overdrive to fully take in the beauty of the night. The fact that he was running on four limbs did not seem strange at all, in fact it actually felt right. With a leap he burst into a clearing, catching a glimpse of the beautiful night sky. He turned his snout up, marveling at one object in particular.

It was yellow and full, shining with a brilliant light that seemed to beckon to him to him ever so seductively with the promise of freedom…

Kieran woke from the dream with a jolt, a cold sweat covering him. His breathing was ragged, as if he had actually been running, as he took in his surroundings and realized that he was still in the dimly lit Workshop. Memories of the day before caught up to his racing mind, reassuring him that he had indeed spent the night working on his research rather than kid himself into believing he could actually get a good night's rest. Well, it looked like the joke had been on him.

Wolf dreams weren't uncommon among those afflicted with lycanthropy, especially as the full moon neared, which prompted Kieran to quickly check the lunar calendar he kept by his desk to make sure that he indeed still had a few days before his monthly administrations of Wolfsbane Potion. Satisfied, he placed two fingers on the side of his throat to monitor his all too rapid pulse, yet another side effect from the all too vivid dreams. Calling them nightmares was a bit too overdramatic for Kieran's tastes, but there was something undeniably frightening about how they made him feel.

Once his pulse slowed to a more reasonable rate, the werewolf let out a sigh as he realized just how gross the combination of last night's clothes and his recent cold sweat was proving to be. He barely wanted to imagine just how sorry he must have looked, but before he could take a shower he needed caffeine as he was all too likely to fall asleep while standing in his current state. So with more effort than he cared to admit, Kieran more or less threw himself out of his desk and left the Workshop in silence. He slowly trudged through the halls of the Dormum, looking much more like a zombie than a werewolf at this point, hoping that it was still early enough that he wouldn't run into anyone on the way.

"Is everything quite alright master Kieran?" the all too familiar voice of the Dormum's caretaker called out, causing the regulator in question to slow to a stop and turn to face the sad creature.

"It's nothing to worry yourself over old man," he said softly, not quite able to meet his eyes. Part of him wondered if the strange man ever slept, but he was hardly in the mood for conversation."I just pulled another all nighter, so a cup of coffee will sort me out well enough."

The Caretaker merely nodded his head solemnly and continued on his way. To where or for what, Kieran was never truly certain, but part of him couldn't help but identify with him on some level. After all, they were both no longer quite human. Perhaps that was why he was the only being within the Dormum to receive a nickname from the somber werewolf, even if it was as lackluster as "old man."

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Much to Kieran's displeasure, there seemed to be a small crowd already using the kitchen by the time he got there. But seeing as he had already come this far, it was a bit too late for him to turn back now. Besides, he seriously needed that coffee if he was going to have any chance of staying awake for the next ten minutes. So with his usual frown he entered the room, drawing as little attention to himself as possible, and made his way to the coffee machine.

It didn't take a genius to see that the rest of the room's occupants had about as good of a night's rest as he had. Fuji's feelings of guilt were almost physically permeating the air, while Vallon had completely abandoned his usual inviting demeanor. And then there was Greenwood, who looked like she had spent the night trying to water DeVito's garden with her eyes. It was only when the sweet, sweet sound of the coffee machine working its own special kind of magic filled the room did he realize that everybody in the room had been impacted by the loss of Twycross.

'What a bloody mess you left us,' he thought bitterly, his expression darkening ever so slightly. With his back was to the rest of his colleagues, he doubted anyone would notice. And for now, he could find no reason to break the awkward silence that dominated the air, so he waited for the pot to fill as patiently as he could.

[Assistant]
Athos looked up as Zara entered and actually gave a small smile as she spoke to eclipse. The spider in question looked up with its large red eyes and tilted its body in curiosity. I do not think I would fit into a water spout...and that sounds most uncomfortable the spiders mouth area was stained red from the ground beef giving it a rather odd look. Eclipse turned and looked at Athos. Am I to go back? Athos shook his head and the spider made happy noises.

Eclipse then turned back to Zara a raised a front leg. It would seem he was waving. I am eclipse The albino spider thenhappily returned to his food.
Athos glanced at Zara. "Hey" They both seemed worse for wear and Athos was pretending he didn't notice whose clothes she was wearing.

Athos watched Kieran enter and looked at the spider busily eating. Good...he was fairly certain the werewolf would squish the baby spider and that would be rather depressing for him.


[System]
Alias: Supreme Lord of The Future

Superhero/Villain: Supervillian

Age: Twenty-three

Gender: Male

Powers/Equipment:

- Stolen Timejumper Suit: Pinnacle of time-traveling attire, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (Air-tight. Bullet and blast-proof, range of short range sensors.)

- Genius Phone: Pinnacle of futuristic telecommunication technology, blast-proof, and has Minesweeper built in! (GPS. Hacking abilities. Information retrieval.)

- GG-G37R3K7 Personal Stun Gun: The only thing Archie owns that didn't have Minesweeper pre-installed. He needed to buy an illegal mod to get that... (Can produce near fatal electric shocks.)

Weakness(es):

- Water: Yep, still a design flaw in the future. (Suit needs to be complete submerged to malfunction. Phone and Stun Gun short out quickly if water gets in.)

- No Internet: Losing connection to Reddit for just a second would drive any sane person from his timeline absolutely batshit crazy. (Mainly a physiological thing. Could be used to distract him.)

- Old Music: Everyone knows Deadmau5 and Skrillix are for old people! (Same as previous thing.)

- Incompetence: Yep, he stole a time-travel suit. Cool stuff. Too bad he has no idea about the past and is a complete idiot. (He's really dumb.)

- Repetitive/Addictive Behavior: Yeah...the Minesweeper thing... (Yep, ain't bright.)

Appearance:

Personality: Archie Vas, aka "The Supreme Lord of The Future" makes Booster Gold look like a stoic figure of modesty and charity. If he isn't stealing something to better himself, he's either online playing an MMO like a psychopath or setting his browser to private for some alone time. Idiotic, egotistical, narcissistic, and just plain dickish don't describe him enough. Archie usually plays well with other villains, but eventually either talks their ears off or betrays them for his own gain. Most heroes just think he is an asshat.

Backstory: Archie Prometheus Vas was born in 3693, in a parallel timeline where humans have somehow not blown themselves to bits by 3700. Born to a low class family in the People's Republic of New Jersey, reigned by His Eternal Dark Emperor Sir Christopher Christie. Archie lived a normal childhood of sitting in classrooms being taught by emotionless machines hours at a time, being neglected and ostracized by his classmates, and going home to stare at a screen for hours at a time.

At the age of eighteen, Archie moved out of his parents house in an 'angsty rebellion against the parental drones' and moved to New York City and soon found a job at The Museum of Natural and Unnatural History as a cashier. One day, a time-travel exhibit was moved into the museum and a 'genius' plan was devised. Archie would go to the past, steal millions in old world currency, and then place said millions in an offshore account to gain interest over almost two-thousand years.

Archie got the suit easily, stunning a guard close to death using an illegally modded stun gun and ran off with the suit. After donning the suit, Archie began to play with buttons and immediately was sent back to the archaic year of 2015. Just as he warped to our time, the suit shorted out and all time-travel components were useless. Lost in time and completely broke, Archie devised a second master plan to save his own skin.

1). Rob electronic stores for parts.
2). Kidnap theoretical-physicist/engineer.
3). Rob a bank with more then one-million dollars.
4). Profit!

[User]
Valerie was shocked that her little toys actually sent the big tin man falling down and knocked him down an unusual rack of cellphones and...bacon? The girl just swears that whoever thought that this joint was a good idea needs to be burned in Jigoku. As the man slowly stood up and regained his balance, the ninja-girl prepared to throw a barrage of her shurikens, not even caring about the fact that they may run out. As he cursed and cussed, Valerie could just swear that those angry veins that appears on the head of anime characters was appearing on her own, this man...this man is clearly a...

"Baka gaijin! If only you were as kashikoi like me, then we could settle this tatakai like bunmei hito!!" The girl said, puffing her-concealed-cheeks in anger as she threw a barrage of her throwing stars at the man, hoping to end this baka gaijin, right here, right now! If only kamisama could see her right now, he would bestow upon her the strength of not ten, but TEN THOUSAND ninjas to silence this tawagoto no sakuhin!! Behind her, the doors of the hybrid diner-electronic shop flew open and she saw quite possibly a complete anti-thesis of what she stands for...

Claiming he was here to help, Valerie immediately slapped her palm on her face out of disbelief...The guy who appeared was basically a walking cowboy stereotype manifested into one being. She sighed and turned to him, "Are you yujin or teki?" She said while taking out her kunai, preparing herself should the cowboy be a threat to her keikaku.

[Assistant]
Fiona was glad she always kept her 'suit' in her bag. Her scooter was parked outside the electronics diner, and she'd come in for a nice meal of pixel pie. She hated eating at home, and enjoyed the fact that here it was a man who served her and not her sexist mom. She was enjoying that fact so much, rather than her meal, that she almost missed the absolute WOMAN HATING sentence that the would-be robber had made upon his entrance to the diner. By the time she'd realized, there had to be three more people all trying to stop the man. But it angered her that they were missing the real crime here- who cared if he was trying to steal some stupid diner's stupid cash? He'd referred to everyone present as cavemen, when she and about half the other diners were women! What a blow to the ideals of social justice! And the crazy Japanese girl, too! Fiona didn't know what 'baka' was, but it had the letter B, which 'boy' also had, and that meant that the word had to be something that further promoted the male patriarchy. How dare she?!

Quickly putting on her shirt, she quickly took her Pamphlets of Knowledge out of her bag. People looked at the sign on her shirt in surprise and mild disgust, although the disgust just turned to confusion when she proudly proclaimed herself as the FemiNazi. Ah, now the sign made sense. "Your shirt's in bad taste!" One man shouted at her, and she quickly threw a pamphlet at his arm, giving him a long paper cut. "You will not tell me what to wear just because you have male genitalia!" She hollered, before looking at the original robber. "And you! How dare you refer to me as a caveman when I am obviously a woman! You need to respect the female gender!" And with that she threw some pamphlets at him, overlooking the fact that they couldn't penetrate his suit. Unfortunately, her baseball bat was outside with her scooter.

The situation only got worse as the Japanese girl said some more sexist words Fiona didn't know, and a cowboy walked in! Fiona scowled. Cowboys were sexist. All of them. "I don't need your help just because you're a man! I'm strong enough by myself!" She sneered, throwing a pamphlet at his cheek, where a paper cut would really hurt. For good measure, she threw one at the sexist Japanese girl as well.

[User]
Archie just stood there, completely and utterly baffled by what the hell was happening. The little ninja girl was now throwing more home-made tools at him, luckily with no effect now that he knew what was coming. Then, a cowboy randomly showed up with a weird guy with a trench coat and a gas mask. And then another girl from the both behind him began to throw some pamphlets at him! These people were fucking insane! Archie leaned over and grabbed one of the many pamphlets, noticing a very feminist fine off them immediately.

"Wow this is still an issue?," the man in the Orange Timejumper suit asked, "hold off on the craziness kid because you'll have your time in like, fifty years I think." He turned to the ninja girl, firing his taser over her head as a warning shot. "And you! Stop throwing shit and fucking speak English. You sound like an animated schoolgirl with a tentacle in her mouth." He then turned to the cowboy. "And what the ever-living fuck is your deal. Are you actually going to try and shoot me?"

[Assistant]
"I have not an idea of what any of them words means darlin? Are you okay should we go get your..." He stopped just short of parents when he saw the girl had a blade in her hand. " On second thought miss ninja let's all just..."

Suddenly he heard an angry woman shout at him and a pamphlet hit his face. That paper cut really hurt. Charlie might've even scarred, whatever that Nazi woman was packing she meant some business. But she just seem disgruntled by everything so was she really to blame? He held his face in pain and held in a yell. As he bent over his hat fell off to the ground and his scraggly hair was revealed. He wiped his brow quickly and raised two finger guns in the direction of the bossy man and what appeared to be an escaped convict. He looked at the man shouting and said.

"Tell me punk do you feel lucky?" as he fired off a laser in the direction of the Nazi woman without looking. Hopefully it hit. He gave the man a piecing stare and kept one finger trained on him.

[User]
The next thing you know, the entire electronics-diner was in chaos! Abruptly came a woman who could really (And we stress the word REALLY) take fashion advice from Jenny...Or a cactus. Seriously, a rock could look better in that shirt and it would amaze everyone else! The real question here is...Why is she throwing pamphlet and WHY do they hurt like Jigoku?! Seriously, what are those things made of? Luckily, only one managed to hit Valerie and the rest she pretty much dodged easily, all thanks to her NINJA REFLEXES! Just to see what the woman was ranting on about, she grabbed one of the pamphlets with caution and took a gander as to what their contents were, much to Valerie's dismay...

She only grumbled and groaned as the piece was nothing but misandry in every sentence...She shook her head and turned to the lady, actually speaking proper English this time...Somewhat. "Jeez lady, I've heard of radical feminism but this is kureijī!" With a scoff, she giggled like the anime schoolgirl she is and said, "Why don't you go back to tumblr, you baka!" pointing her blade at the wacky woman and still giggling until a streak of lightning flew above her head, making her instinctively duck to avoid getting in the line of fire. For a while there, Valerie had lost track of what she was actually doing...The moment the tin man said that...that...disgusting comment about her, the girl shrieked out or repulsiveness. "T-T...Tentacles?! You creep! You hentai! You pervert!!" she said, still continuing her barrage of blades, oblivious to the fact that they aren't going to do anything at all and the fact that she's already run out of them to throw...

Realizing a miscalculations in her-otherwise-perfect keikaku, Valerie gave a defeated sigh as she had no other choice but to side with the aho gaijin of a cowboy. "L-Look...I'm on your side here! I've run out of shurikens and I'm pretty sure Half-Life Three over there is bulletproof..." she looked to ground before mustering up all her courage to look pleadingly in the eyes of the cowboy in an attempt to settle their cultural differences aside. "Please? If you do, I'll be your tomo-" She coughed as she swore she was trying so hard not to puke out her forced Nihongo, "I mean friend! I'll take out Ms.Andry while you deal with Phony Stark!"

[Assistant]
It was by pure chance that Halitosiman found himself a witness to the great scene that was the battle in the local T.V. Hut, a location that was as inscrutable a choice for a battleground as it was inscrutable for existing at all. But it was entirely seemly that Halitosiman would be there to leap into battle; such was his destiny. A great hero would surely not stumble upon such events for no reason. His friends claims that he was no true hero, or worse, that he had been deliberately avoiding doing real hero work, would be quashed on this day, as it was time for Halitosiman to leap into action!

"Never fear, Halitosiman is here!" Guy Foster announced his presence to the store.

"Oh god, not more of these freaks." Someone was voicing their clear displeasure at his arrival.

"Hey, I'm no freak. I just have a weird power that came from unknown origins. Let me demonstrate!" Halitosiman then unleashed his mighty power upon the T.V. Hut, letting loose a great rush of foul air that would sweep the entire store. Those caught unprepared would find themselves floored by the strength of his attack....but probably not all that hurt. But they would soon feel the mild nuisance that is the great stench permeated by Halitosiman's justice-filled attack! Even the people that may or may not be on the side of justice, which occurred to Halitosiman at he belched. This was probably just going to be really annoying....


[System]
Pokemon: Groudon

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Hometown: Unknown

Level: 42

Ability: Drought/Desolate Land

Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake

Legendary powers: Rebeca's most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn't feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.

Held item: Heat Rock

Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.

She also has several scars. These include:

-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.

She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she's wearing.

In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.

Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.

Backstory: secret secrets.

Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of "heat", and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.

LD: 5800

Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered "wild" and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else's.

Nickname: Maya

Species: Kabuto

Gender: female

Level: 18

Ability: Swift Swim

Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer

Held item: none

Maya is essentially Rebeca's baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca's chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.

Nickname: Mihkail

Species: Rhyhorn

Level: 34

Ability: Rock Head

Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast

Held Item: none

Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.

[User]
No.

Rebeca.

No.

Rebeca, stop.

No. Rebeca tried very hard to ignore Mihkail's insistent voice in her head as she pushed through crowd, the Rhyhorn following along behind her.

Rebeca, you're being childish.

She whirled around, glaring at her brother. No, I am not. And I am not signing up for any stupid tournament with a bunch of attention seekers, now drop it Mihkail.

Mihkail growled in irritation. Fine. At least go up and see if they maybe have an opening. You never know. They could use extra help with security or something.

Rebeca's eyes narrowed suspiciously. If this is a trick to get me to sign up…

Have I ever?

Yes.

Mihkail blinked. In anything other than food.

…No.

Well there you go. Besides, you thanked me after that time.

Rebeca gave the Rhyhorn a dark look as she turned and headed towards the administration desks, but even so she couldn't help smiling just a little. I also spent the rest of that day squatting over a bush, so screw you.

A soft rumble like laughter issued from Mihkail's throat as he followed her. That was your own fault. I didn't tell you to eat all of it at once.

The pair made their way to the administration desk, and Rebeca caught the attention of one of the men sitting there. "Ah, are you here to register?" He glanced at the black lines running down her arms and up the sides of her neck. "Let me guess, you're supposed to be Groudon?" He chuckled. "Normally Ms. Huang's Porygon-Z is here to verify avatar identities, but they're both currently with the other confirmed avatars. I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

Rebeca blinked, then shook her head. "Um, no. I just wanted to ask if there was any temp work or something that I could do." She gestured to her arms. "These are just tattoos."

"Oh." The man blinked in surprise, then shrugged. "I'm sorry, it's just that we've had five other people here today claiming to be the avatar for Groudon. Can you believe that? After the first three, you start getting skeptical."

Rebeca grinned nervously, scratching at her arm. "Yeah, crazy. Guess some people will do just about anything to be famous."

He squinted at her markings. "Though, I have to admit, those look pretty convincing. Must have been painful to have done, especially on the neck and elbows there."

Well isn't he an observant fellow.

Shut up. Shifting her weight back and forth, Rebeca glanced towards the crowd, some of whom were starting to give curious looks her way. "Um, is there anything I can do? I don't exactly want people thinking I'm something I'm not."

The man nodded. "Fair enough. Unfortunately," he glanced around, his brow creased slightly, "I don't think there's anything we really need right now. Maybe when the festival is over, but we're pretty solidly set up at the moment." He smiled apologetically. "Sorry."

Rebeca's shoulders slumped, though whether it was in disappointment at striking out yet again or relief that he wasn't pushing the subject, she couldn't decide. "That's alright. Thanks anyways."

She was starting to make her way back into the crowd, Mihkail forging a path like a boat prow, when the man called out, "Hey! Wait a sec." She froze, eyes flicking about the crowd. More people were looking her way, some of them starting to whisper and mutter between themselves.

Calm down, Rebeca. Just see what he wants.

Taking a deep breath, she turned around and faced the man as he approached her. "Sorry. You might want to try at the Ritzy Raichu, in the hotel just up the way." He gestured further up the avenue. "I'm sure they could probably use another dishwasher or server, or something. If you're interested."

Rebeca released a pent-up breath. "Uh, sure, thanks."

He grinned at her. "No problem." He turned and waved to the whispering crowd. "Sorry folks, just somebody asking for directions!" He gave Rebeca a final wave as the attention almost immediately dispersed. "Enjoy the festival."

She nodded. "Yeah, you too," and turned in the direction indicated.

Behind her, Mihkail snorted. You totally thought he was going to out you.

Mihkail, so help me, I will kick you.

You did that once. It didn't work so well.

-

The distance to the hotel wasn't too far, even with the crowd, and there was a helpful map inside the hotel's lobby that gave her the restaurant's location. When she finally found it, however, she stopped cold. Sonuvabitch!

Mihkail growled questioningly at her outburst, then looked towards the restaurant. Okay, props to the human, that was clever.

Rebeca gritted her teeth. Mihkail, I am going to murder you.

Hey, you can't pin this one on me. I had nothing to do with it.

You sent me up to that desk in the first place!

Gathered in front of the restaurant's entrance were a few of the avatars from earlier, what looked like the mayor of Mauville City, given the large sash that he wore, a stern looking woman in a grey business suit, and what was probably the same Porygon-Z that had identified each of the avatars. Cursing under her breath, Rebeca spun on her heel and started walking back towards the hotel entrance.

[Assistant]
Justine frowned slightly when Wells rejected her handshake. The CEO was not accustomed to being ignored. However, she soon resumed her typical neutral, observant expression and watched the avatars talk amongst each other. She didn't come here to be the center of attention. This festival was for the avatars, and she was practically in the presence of gods.

Mayor Mayer joined the group, content to give his hardworking mouth a rest and listen to the avatars' conversation. He watched the avatars with awe and delight, as if he was witnessing a Caterpie evolve into a Dragonite.

Without warning, Porygon-Z let out a grating beep and zoomed into the restaurant. A few clangs and yelps could be heard from inside, and an increasing look of dread disturbed Justine's placid expression. The pink Pokemon zipped out again just as suddenly, holding a fire extinguisher in its hands. Porygon-Z zoomed down the street toward a teenage girl.

"Porygon-Z!" Justine exclaimed, running as fast as her heels would allow. "Don't-"

But it was too late. Porygon-Z sheared off the top of the fire extinguisher with its Psybeam and sprayed the bitter-cold foam all over Rebeca.


[System]
Age: 24

Gender: Female… mostly.

Appearance: 5'5", dusky brown skin, shoulder-length black hair, thin and slightly hawkish face with full lips, a solid nose, and thick, serious brows. She dresses very well, usually in more muted colors with simple designs.

Dream appearance: Decidedly androgynous. Her hair is cut short so that it barely reaches the nape of her neck, she's very thin and flat-chested, and her facial features are mildly more masculine. She's also just a shade taller and her skin is slightly darker. Finally, she looks younger, perhaps eighteen or nineteen. Her voice remains female.

Personality (reality): Reserved and somewhat distrustful of strangers. ALWAYS on time everywhere, and generally a hard worker, depending on what she is being asked to do. Enjoys logic puzzles and reading, but is very bad at memorization and an absolutely terrible artist. Takes commitments very seriously.

Dream personality: Angry. Not necessarily angry at other people, just angry. Above all, she will put herself and her own interests first. This is not to say she will not work with a team, but if something is more than mildly inconvenient for her, expect her to drag her heels, and she's not going to be taking a bullet for anyone. With this in mind, it should be known that she's not above manipulating someone else.

Background: Grew up in a small town. Grew bored in a small town. Found her own way to have fun in a small town when she was a young adult, which parents did not approve of. But then again, kids will be kids and should be allowed to make a few mistakes, except…
She had a younger brother. Her younger brother was diagnosed with leukemia. Saniya was diagnosed with hepatitis. Other bone marrow was used. She does not have a younger brother anymore. Bad things just happen, sometimes.
After quite a lot of therapy, Saniya got her life together. She is currently putting herself through college. Shockingly, this has not been enough to get her parents to talk to her. However, her dreams are a different story. Sometimes she is herself, sometimes she is her brother, sometimes she is both at once, and while she still remembers the last five years, she regresses to the mental and emotional state that she was shortly after her brother died. She started looking into lucid dreaming to see if she could change her dreams, because they are quite exhausting. She does not seem to have much of a knack for it.

Power: Probability manipulation. If she focuses, she is able to determine the odds of a situation going one way or the other. The more important the decision, the more effort it takes to figure out. Once she does this, she can shift the odds in favor of one outcome or another.

Other: If you can stand the heat, she's a very good cook.

[User]
Dewey awoke to shouting, clearly not the best way to wake up. " Hey! Shut the f#&k up back there, peasant! " Of course he had to call them peasants-- he was a trained sorcerer! And besides, maybe they were just random people he thought up of. A few seconds after, he ever so slowly stands up, still regaining his supposedly existent senses

Since, of course, his non-existent senses were still not there, he, like a drunk man in an alleyway, walks up the stairs. Greeted by a boring floor of what seems to be an office, he quickly walked stumbled towards the exit. By now, he had regained his senses, and had been greeted by an awfully empty scenery.

Hopefully nothing would attack ( and maybe incinerate, electrocute or freeze ) him.

[Assistant]
Truth be told, Saniya was afraid of many things. The dark had never been one of them, not even when she was a child. The darkness that came in dreams was even less intimidating, because even in lucid dreams she always had a vague sense of where everything was. It was the same as searching a set of drawers while dreaming; Saniya was never truly surprised by what she found because her own subconscious was the one that created it. It was precisely for this reason that when Saniya opened her eyes to the pitch black room that she fought the urge to panic in the dark for the first time - not because the dark was frightening, but because she was asleep and could not sense what was around her.

Saniya took a step forward and promptly stubbed her toe on something very hard and metallic. Swearing angrily, she backed up instead to find herself with her back pressed flat against the wall. It took Saniya a moment to recognize this as the blessing that it was, then she scuttled quickly along, hugging the wall as she traced her hands over it, searching for any method of escape. The doorknob rattled slightly as she tapped it with the side of her hand. Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to face what must be the door in front of her.'Please,' she thought, and it occurred to her how stupid this was to think, given that this was a dream. Something told her that if this door was locked, she was in trouble. Thankfully, the door swung open, and a gust of fresh air welcomed Saniya into the complex.

The very first thing that the young woman did was examine herself. She inspected her hands carefully, rubbed one carefully over her facial features, and then patted her chest. "One of those, huh?" she remarked to herself under her breath, as was her habit in these dreams. It was only then that she took a look at her surroundings, only to find them utterly unfamiliar. "That's... new," the young woman observed, a slight frown creasing her expression as she wondered why she would have dreamed this. A slight movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She glanced over to see a.. was that a man or a boy? She would have thought a man, save for his diminutive height. He was wandering, seemingly aimless, through the dilapidated buildings. Saniya's frown deepened. He was new, too.

The young woman (though not at all as young as she looked) did not call to him, but she made no move to hide herself, either. Instead she waited, and watched.

[User]
Finn... Fiiiiiin. Finn opened his eyes slightly as a honeyed female voice cooed. Is it time for school already? It felt far too early and far too Saturday for these thoughts. Something was amiss here, dream or not.

Fiiin... Time to get up Finn. Pausing his thinking process as the voice sounded again, it crossed Finn's mind that this was not his sweet mother's voice at all. Finn thought for a moment before it hit him. His eyes shot open as he frantically looked around the car.

"Naula where are you?!" Finn exclaimed before finally seeing his stuffed companion sitting in the passenger seat next to him. "Thank goodness you're safe." After a short sigh of relief, Finn began to fully asses the situation at hand. After a quick glance around and some thinking some may consider to be on par with rocket science, he concluded he was, in fact, in a half buried car. Wasting no time on his brilliant analyses he grabbed Naula and tumbled over the front seats of the hunk of junk he occupied to test his luck with the back doors.

To his luck, the back seat's door was unlocked and unbroken, just begging to be opened. He did just that, stepping out afterward to get a better look at his new surroundings. The drab landscape (rather ally) he was greeted to came as a shock to him, Finn wasn't the best at lucid dreaming, but his gut told him something in the whole process had gone awry. "No sense in standing around here." he spoke to his companion. After gaining the confirmation he requested they set forth south down the ally then headed east at first chance. Wherever they were, objective one was to see the new land they inhabited.

[Assistant]
When he appeared out of thin air, Robins mind was as foggy as London town on a nice autumn morning. He shook his head and held on to the next best thing his hand could grap - the railing that spanned the balcony. It screeched as soon as he put his weight on it and flakes of rust and grime fluttered down. He blinked two, three times, but the fog wouldn't leave his field of view. Then he realised that it was the very air that was preventing him from seeing more than some old, forsaken buildings, a chainlink fence and the beginning of a large field.

With a little bit of surprise he gave the buildings a closer look. That wasn't his usual dream. If he wants to be alone, then it's normally on a nice and warm island, not in the middle of a russian zombie town! Behind him was some kind of office, but the door was shut and he was stuck on the balcony. One way in would be smashing the glass, he thought for himself while feeling up his left arm. But still, it was his dream and he could just float down, right ?

His thoughts where interrupted when he heard a squeaky, girlish voice. Robin looked down and, oh wonder, there was a little girl.
"At least it's not as forsaken as I thought." He said for her to hear. "I'm Robin. It's strange to say that here... you should know that, seeing that you're in my dream. But that said...
... if it would be a normal dream, you would be older, and not here." Flashing a wide grin he wrecked his mind who the girl could be, but he drew a blank. He has never seen her, nor did he recognize her voice. "We are in some kind of city. And who are you ?"

Robin was just about to ask her another question, when he heard another voice, but very quiet and muffled by several walls of concrete. He looked down to the girl and just to reassure himself he asked her: "Hey, did you hear that too ?"

[User]
Anya blinked. His dream? What. "Your dream? What do you mean your dream? This is my dream...I think..?" She told him, now thoroughly confused. "Names'Anya, can't say I've ever seen you in my dreams either bud."

Something was definetely odd here, neither of them had obviously ever seen each other before, and Robin thought this was his dream when Anya thought it was hers. "This is..odd. Um. If I didn't dream you up, how are you here? And if this is your dream, how am I here?" She told him.

Maybe somehow they were sharing a freaky dream sequence like in a movie or something. Then she heard a second voice she never re-called hearing before. "Mhm. This just keeps getting weirder." She replied. "If this IS your dream, could I reccommend thinking of somewhere...cleaner..next time?"

[Assistant]
After walking for quite a bit along the building, he stumbled upon two people. He listened for quite a bit, maybe this could give him information of what was happening in this dream.

He then spoke out: " Hey, you guys have any idea what's happening? " he said as he noticed what they were wearing; modern clothing. This rose his suspicion a bit.

[User] Looking back towards the fence, Shin spotted someone else. Someone besides himself in his own dream, even the idea of such a thing was unheard of. He started walking south, towards the figure of a person. He didn't call out to them, he didn't run, and he kept calm. All he could think about was why this person was here with him in this dark place. Upon closer inspection, it was a girl who was not moving, instead she had been watching him all this time. Although she wasn't very tall, he had to look up at her.

[Assistant]
The young man's direction shifted, and the sense of aimlessness vanished as he walked toward her. "Aaaand you saw me," Saniya muttered under her breath, crossing her arms. "Awesome." She still did not move toward him or away, debating what she wanted to do and wondering why her subconscious had decided to file "short guy with blue bracelet" in with "decrepit industrial buildings". On the one hand, something about this dream deeply unsettled her, and some company might do her good. But ultimately, no version of Saniya had ever been what you might call a "people-person". Making up her mind, Saniya waved her hand dismissively at him to make the stranger disappear.

He did not. Saniya cursed under her breath. She had never been very good at controlling her dreams, even when she was fully aware of them. The best that she could usually do was to sway the odds in favor of what she wanted, rather than make something happen outright. Her therapist said it was something about perceived helplessness and a low self-esteem becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. While awake, Saniya felt this was a reasonable explanation. Here, she thought it was a load of crap. Well, fine, if she could not make him go away...

"What are you supposed to be, then?" she called as soon as the boy was within earshot. In the relative silence of this place, Saniya's clear and distinctly female voice seemed nearly deafening. "A projection of my secret desire to be a dwarf?" She recognized that this was not particularly fair. He was only a few inches shorter than she was. Then again, no one had ever accused Saniya of being fair.

[User]
"What am I supposed to be?" Shin scoffed, "What are you doing here. I don't believe we have met, nor did I ever plan to meet you. And I don't remember ever being a dwarf, though your definitely not one to talk." He knew this wasn't any regular dream, but was this girl, well, pretty much a girl, a figment of his imagination? Was all of this merely a dream or something else? The feeling of not being able to control any of this was unsettling and disliked.
"Whoever you are, we can talk on the way. I was headed that direction." He gestured north, "I want to find a way out of here." He started walking away, assuming she would follow him.

[Assistant]
"And what makes you think there is a way out?" Saniya pointed out. "It's a dream. Dream-logic applies. Oh, wait, you wouldn't know that, would you?" She did follow him, though, not because she was particularly convinced that north was a way out, but more because she was concerned that something large was going to sneak up on them and she might be given more time to run if it mauled him first. Monsters were not an uncommon occurrence in her dreams.

"Anyway," she added, "dreams would have to be awfully literal to only contain the people that we know. But in this case, it doesn't matter if you know me, but that I know you, as you are my dream. Since I don't, I think we can safely skip over the rest of the 'who are you' bit and move on to getting whatever this is over with." She waved an impatient hand at their surroundings.


[System]
Age: 18

Appearance: Rock n Roll

Arcana: Hanged Man

Build: 6'7"/114Kg
Personality: He is a thorough survivor. No matter the odds and no matter the enemies, he finds a way to live another day. For a life steeped in self-defense at an early age, he is still quite astute a student. Always near the top with his grades, it is after-school that he involves himself in a struggle of survival. All the while the failing health of his mother and a young sister compounding his struggle manifold. He is trained to look after himself and those he loves and no matter the odds or the sacrifices he'll see this through.

Background: Being a Gaijin in a strangely xenophobic environment isn't much good for a child. And when you are naturally as close to a bear things get ugly quickly. Born to a mixed couple in the high streets of Tokyo, Alexei hadn't hoped to get a life he got. After his father got killed in a building accident, Alexei all of 7 years was left alone to look after an ailing mother suffering from added dose of depression and a young sister he had to protect. The fact that he excelled in a strict academic system being an outsider was somewhat a cause of displeasure amongst his so called friends. As he hadn't paid heed to budding envy that sowly transformed to hate about the time the family fortune slowly trickled out of the coffers to look after his family.

So young Alexei, took various oddjobs to earn what little he could and help in anyway he can. He took over his mother's trade account, a gift from his foresighted father and at an early age began to study the share-market as closely he can. He knew whatever jobs he did will only barely scrape them through, it was the money from transactions in the shares that will be the major chunk. He also took upon the cleaning duties of the house and his mother since they couldn't afford help from outside.

Then came the decision of shifting to a cheaper locale with an accessible hospital, His sister's good education and development of hobbies and other such things. All the while, the fires that stoked envy in his contemporaries grew stronger. Then an incident happened. Heavily labored as he was, he now had to fight for his skin and his family's. As his sister was the mode to get a decent hit on him. Her Karate instructor, a brother of his classmate tried to molest her and though like many victims she tried to hide it, Alexei sniffed it out.

Heartbreak was followed by a bout of insane wrath as he flew into his dojo and beat the man into a bloody pulp, making more enemies on the way. This meant that it was judicious to leave town and thus, the Dragunovs came to Warakuma. Learning from his experience, he trains himself in jiujitsu at the local dojo, juggles gym, works in a construction company as part-time, manages the account of his mother and is the nanny to his sister along with being subjected to strange dreams and a long nosed Russian.

Equipment/Skills: pack of Luckies, keys to bike, wrist wraps and a zippo.

Persona: Prometheus - Prometheus was one of the Titans to side with Zeus and his siblings in the great war against the Titans, the original occupiers of Mount Olympus. When Zeus won the war and banished Prometheus' brethren to Tartarus for eternity, Prometheus and his brother Epimethius were given the task of populating the earth with creations. Epimetheus, who created the beasts of the world, gave his creations all of the gifts that could be bestowed, leaving Prometheus with nothing to give to Humanity. To compensate, Prometheus stole fire from Mount Olympus, incurring Zeus' wrath. However, it wasn't until he taught mankind how to trick the gods that he was given his ultimate punishment. Chained to a rock for all time, his liver was eaten every day by a great eagle sent by Zeus. Immortal, he could never die and his liver would regrow. And so he suffered, until the Greek hero Herakles freed him from his torment during the course of his famous Twelve Labors.

Appearance:

Abilities: Agi, Makatranda

Non-Persona Users

Name: Sagat Shrichapan
Age: 17
Build: 6'1"/ 89kgs
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Backstory: The tall dark guy who was mostly avoided of the aura he gave off. Sagat didn't have many friends in Yokohama where his family had lived for three generations. So when the offer of a possible opportunity of taking over a Thai restaurant came to his father, Sagat had hardly anything to lose from the shift. Warakuma was a silent pocket in the interior of Japan and though the people didn't give a oppressive xenophobic feeling like in his birthplace, many people still avoided him. With no underground scene to keep himself busy he took up the charge of server in the restaurant his father was planning of overtaking.

Trained in Muay Boran from a young age, he is a dangerous and belligerent fighter in the ring, his personality changing a lot within the four ropes. He was famous as the 'Daitengu of Yokohama' in the underground circuit back at his birthplace. He has come to Warakuma to change the pace somewhat.

Name: Inoue Matsuhita
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Build: 5'8"/ 59Kg

Backstory: Growing up Inoue was the fat girl that most her classmates made fun off, it gave her a serious complex of her appearance. When in Junior school she tried joining the martial arts club to improve herself she was mocked and mistreated for her bulging girth. Her pride wounded and self confidence down the drain, she came home crying and swore to not go school again. After a few days of constant convincing her mother finally changed the little girl's heart and as an added bonus found her a coach.

Seiji Mitsuhara, was a man of few words and even fewer things to lose. He was a martial artist who had fallen on bad days as he had gone bankrupt by his agent's swindling and was in dumps. When Inoue's mother approached with a earnest request, he thought he could make enough buck to live a average life. He moved to Warakuma and began his mission to transform Inoue.

Little by little as a mallet forges a fine blade Seiji remade Inoue, a prodigy hidden under all that lard. Four years of home schooling and a regimen that made her cough sweat out of her lungs he unleashed her in the Middle school tournament. Her final fight lasted a record one minute and with it her confidence and pride was restored. With a knowledge that those who mocked her could never be where she is and they'd always find a way to show her down she stopped giving a fuck.

She kept on training and slowly her ambition grew, the gruesome world of MMA being on her list next. Her intense home training continued but now she had company at school, two guys who were as far from the norm as oil to water.

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

For a moment, Kotori looked almost surprised when the girl gave a quick nod to confirm the question before then introducing herself - Otonashi, Shizuka. Kotori gave a bow in response before speaking to answer in turn: "I'm Kotori Shirohane, daughter of Tsubame Shirohane, the owner of this shop. Pleased to meet you too, Otonashi-san," Kotori thought on the name for a moment - had she heard it somewhere before, at school or elsewhere perhaps? If she did, it didn't immediately come to mind so that she instead put that aside for the moment and instead focused on the request by the other girl. Holding one hand out in the direction to go, together with a "this way, please," Kotori then lead Shizuka over to a set of shelves atop which a variety of carnations were found; passing by other displays full of tulips, roses and bouquets of multiple flowers while they did.

Barely getting two steps, though, a small chime was heard as the door was opened for the second time in as many minutes. Looking toward the entering person, Kotori recognised the rather tall figure quite quickly given his stature - Alexei Dragunov, a Third Year from Warakuma High who had placed an order for regular deliveries of Ikebana bouquets. As he greeted her, Kotori quickly glanced between him and the girl behind herself; unsure as to whom to attend to first - but before she had to come to a decision, Alexei seemed to notice the predicament and excused himself. At that, Kotori gave a bow, both grateful and in greeting, before speaking. "Welcome, Dragunov-senpai. Mother is currently in the backroom, through that door," she said, pointing in the direction mentioned before getting back to the girl at hand.

"My apologies, Otonashi-san," she said with an apologetic bow before answering the question that was asked as they reached the carnations - some potted, some placed in small display vases, some single flowers and others in bunches and in various colours, ranging from the reds and pinks she'd mentioned before to whites, yellows, greens and some in between. "Uhm, a bit of both," she said, placing a single finger of one hand to her lips as she thought for a moment. "Some of the more common flowers are grown in our garden, but others have to be delivered," Kotori said, a little vaguely - mostly because she wasn't sure how many details the girl really wanted to know. Either way though, she let Shizuka look over the variously coloured carnations for a few moments before asking: "Do you see any that you'd like?"

Tsubame Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

With a smile that was hard to distinguish from a grin, Tsubame was humming to herself as she busied herself with getting the latest delivery presentable - the source of her mirth still being her daughter. It was both amusing to watch the way she tried her hardest not to appear nervous around customers and a point of pride - especially compared to how she'd been the first few times at the counter; stammering in whispers and looking anywhere but the customer's faces; even if they were some of the regulars that came by every now and then and were already well acquainted. Shaking her head at the silliness of it all, Tsubame's thoughts were interrupted by a knock and a voice from the door. Brushing the worst of the dirt off her gardening gloves before removing them, Tsubame placed them on one of the working tables where a number of various flowers lay - some still wrapped in cellophane, others bound together to mark them as bouquets-to-be and others yet just laying by themselves; their purpose yet undecided.

As she reached the door, the speaker turned out to be the young man who went to her daughter's school - he had a rather distinct voice and appearance, making such a conclusion quite an easy one. Either way though, a smile came to Tsubme's face at his sight as she remembered the nature of his request: a bouquet each for both his mother and sister. "Ah, welcome, Dragunov-kun," she greeted the young and tall man with a small bow. "I hope the flowers have been to your and your family's liking?" she continued with a cheerful smile that matched her tone - and standing in quite the contrast to her far more timid daughter.

[Assistant]
Mako Moritomi//Game Over Arcade
Wednesday, April 29th, 2015

==~==

Mako always did like a good fight, whether with his real fists or his virtual ones, which was, of course, what brought him to the arcade today. He was disheartened slightly by the game on the agenda today- he would have preferred BlazBlue, honestly, he had more practice with that one- but he wasn't unskilled at this game, either. Probably not god enough to win, but it would be fun figuring that out, regardless. A fight's just a fight, after all. May as well have fun with it.

He quickly found the sign-up sheet and jotted his name down, as he pondered what character he'd end up using.

Yu's decent- good wakeup game, good zoning through Zio... Aigis has some good defenses and mix-ups... Hm. Probably a moot point for discussion since I'll probably just pick Akihiko again. He's fun to play.


[System]
Nickname(s): Lucy / Luci
Age: 27
Gender: Female design
Sexuality: Bi
DOB: October 21, 2090
Nationality: French

On their own, Luci stands at 5'10 and is typically clad in gloved turtlenecks and short pleated skirts, rocking classic converse (on red, one blue) with mid-thigh socks. Occasionally wears faux-fur lined hoodies when not on the job, the sleeves sectioned off half way to their elbows.
Luci enjoys the sometimes arguably inappropriate fashion considering the captain's seriousness about the job, though they are self conscious of their joints, knuckles and seams. Doll-like hinges and splits down their arms, legs and back as well up from their jaw and past cheekbones before disappearing around their hairline. Such slight but distinct features betray their artificial body.

Lucy's exosuit stands at 6'2. The single eye's readings combine with the visor's HUD to offer a display as if it wasn't there, offering scanner feedback. Compensators accentuate the strength of its wearer, custom fitted for Lucy's current frame which sports nearly inhuman capabilities on its own. Four external shielded battery units power the suit's thrusters and gyroscopic balancing units as well as other standard functions save for life support.

Personality: Though Luci's previous military deployment is a wash of black lines, it's become clear in a number of instances that they are likely not an android, strictly speaking. Materialistic and even mildly spiritual, Luci can be highly illogical at times when little is at stake. They behave with teasing affection and self-awareness to the point of playing dumb as a method of disengaging from conversations or intentionally irritating individuals for reasons implied by the former trait. However, Luci is still first and foremost professional regarding their work and role, though impulsive at times, they mean well...an admirable rarity of a behavior coming from a 'robot'. Such qualities like loyalty and tasking carry over, though not without their personal take.
Enjoys hard copies of books and logic puzzles, especially riddles or bad jokes. Though they have an interest in cooking, their design is more tuned to pilot surgery subroutines than kneed dough, measure ingredients and other small but simple things that frustrate Luci to no end...as if they're not used to living in their own body. Their demeanor uncommonly dips in ways simulating depression, though they enjoy the idea of exploring the galaxy and its worlds, so it becomes difficult for Luci to stay negative for very long.

Position on The Condor: Field Medic (Explorer/Doctor cross equipped for severely hazardous environments)

Skills
* Thoroughly versed in human and registered alien anatomy to the extent of treating even severe trauma.
* Lightly knowledgeable in regards to human and registered alien pathogen susceptibility and treatment.
* Physically formidable - machine reflexes and decades of technological sophistication combined make Luci a small jack of trades in the physical department.
* Military training - small arms training, close-combat takedowns, squad tactics. Their appearance betrays this well oiled but retired machine of warfare.
* Artificial anatomy - No air required. Internal maceration breaks down consumed carbon material for fuel when UV light or a jack into a sophisticated power source is unavailable.

Years on The Condor: 2 (since the 'incident' resulting in redeployment)

Other:

[User]
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Christian De Leon
Location: Halls of Condor --> Meeting room
Interacting with: @Erklings25 @Sigurd @KahleenCuthald @Dr Catfish

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"Masha it is then." Christian quickly proclaimed. He wasn't the kind of person who would use full names and always found a nickname for everyone. He just never did it to the Captain, the Vice-Captain and their head of security. The latter two were mostly because they acted all professional and stuff and they didn't appreciate such informality... or something like that. It would seem that Masha would fit in quite well. Then again, it would be a wonder if you didn't fit in with a group that was so different from the very beginning. They each had something odd about them and you could find someone similar easily in the group.

He then grinned at the captain, seemingly unaffected by his scolding. "I don't know Captain. Maybe you should sleep earlier instead of busying yourself with other things you know?" Everyone knew that Christian always woke up on an ungodly hour of the morning, usually to jog around the halls instead of using their gym equipment. This was especially true when they were docked. He wasn't exactly sure what the captain had been doing but he did see him doing something at the morning. He thought that the captain had a good night's rest and was using rising up early to start the day. Apparently, that wasn't the case. This informality and teasing with the captain wasn't anything new. Back when they were still new, he didn't have the position of the captain and even after that, he usually didn't stop him from doing what he wanted. It's why he liked him as the captain.

The door opened and he twisted his body to look at the newcomer. "Pfft..." He tried to contain his laughing, looking away from her but he was noticeably shaking. Of all the things that Jessa had to look like in meetings, she decided to look like that. He was aware that the captain had approached her to tell her something before returning to his seat - something about talking to her after the meeting? Christian took more than a moment to compose himself but he was mentally preparing himself to look at her again. He was pretty sure that his partner wouldn't appreciate him laughing in front of her face. Taking a deep breath, he finally looked at her. Yep, still wet, still wearing revealing clothing and still embarrassed - he could tell that much. "What a way to start the day for you huh Jessa? Don't have any clean clothes? Wanna borrow mine?" He offered to the girl. He at least had the decency to do that. Much unlike most males, he held no special interest to Jessa's appearance.

Then, Nexus the robot had walked towards Jessa and began to fix her up. He watched in unrestrained awe as he managed to fix her up. She still didn't look professional enough for the meeting but she at least looked better. She was dry too. A bigger smile came onto his face as he turned to the four armed robot who bumped into one of the chairs and seemed to have been surprised by that. He hadn't really met a sentient robot like him - one that actually showed emotion, even for a little while. The robots onboard the Condor before him were programmed to do a single thing and were supervised by engineers - he heard Nexus was different. "Thanks for that Nex!" He beamed. However, Gar seemed to be irritated with the robot. Christian turned to him with a curious look before shrugging. Probably something the engineer knew more about than him and that's why he couldn't understand the irritation. He looked back at Jessa, "Well, at least you look better." He said, giving her a light punch to the shoulder before looking back at the captain, fighting the urge to rest his feet at the table or even raise it to his chair, now opting to simply repeatedly tap his foot on the ground which was actually quiet enough so no one would hear.

[Assistant]
The machine suddenly shot the Cyborg Dog a glare of contempt, optic turning online again and beaming uncomfortably into the back of that steel can it called a head. The rear ends of the movable plates on Nexus' head shot outwards, flaring like it was quite upset with the comment. However, it reckoned the Cyborg Dog would soon regret his comment. The machine doubted he, Garthar, would even match up physically or mentally, but a verbally scalding retort would serve him well.

 "Currently, we are in the midst of computation of theoretical designs and ship modifications to increase efficiency and power distribution. This requires a majority of our cores to operate seamless simulations in tandem. The core in operation of the legs has been re-purposed for its mistake. We are still at work while waiting for the meeting to commence, what do you provide?" It certified, obviously grated from the comment. It decided to hold its voice from further interaction. It did however have quite a quip about those metal limbs of Garthar's, that is for sure.

 The machine unclasped its hands, rotating all four wrist joints and splaying its fingers. Its hands clenched to fists, then relaxed and re-clasped. Rather than dim the light on its optic, it simply enhanced it upon Garthar's head as if it were trying to bore a hole through the steel. It would actually be noticeably warm to human flesh but unlikely to affect steel. The Cyborg Dog seemed to hold a grudge against AI. Whether that was from past experiences or general distaste, it would have to be complacent. If it weren't, Nexus could always hold him aloft with two arms and continue work with the remaining set. If he were to prove even mildly troublesome — or meddle with Qubit — the parts would fly.

Open dossier folder, create sub-folder; "Garthar->Responses", create log. Extract audio snippet... Complete. Flag folder under watch-list for constant monitoring of change. Assign Core 64 continuous information sorting.

 The machine turned its attention suddenly to Christian after he had finished speaking, optic dimming so it wouldn't blind him. It had something to say about being called 'Nex', but it had already said more than enough for the time being. Rather than chew straws, it decided to accept the gratification, front plates lifting outwards slightly while the back remained flat. This was the assumed man on drugs. However it was unlikely to be the case. His heart rate was average if not slightly above. Synapses were firing perfectly fine, pupils not dilated. Where did this spring of endless joy derive? It was an incredibly rare sight to see someone more than barely living anymore, further interaction with this man was absolutely necessary. Was it simply pure happiness, or was it a flimsy cover veiled across the darkest secret of depression? Only experimentation would reveal results.


[System]
The Cheshire Cat
Nicknames: Cat. Chesh. Ches, Key, Kiy.

Age: 15ish.

Story They Are From: Alice in Wonderland

Family: not that she knows of.

Crush/Partner: None

Abilities: Invisibility, turning into a ginger tom cat. Talking to cats. Pretending she is sane. Singing; Kyrin is a great singer.

Personality: Cheekey, and cheerfull, Kyrin likes to listen to people talking, picking up information. She likes to mess with words and ideas, but tries never to be mean with them. Often seen smiling Kyrin has a good tempered nature. And likes helping people, however her way of helping is slightly twisted, she will offer advice or other such things but never in a plain straight forward way. She enjoys puzzles, especially watching others solve them. Unable to let go of her cat side entirely even in her humanoid form Kyrin still has cat ears and tail.

History: Kyrin's first memories are of a cardboard box in the rain, (yeah cliché I know). Other than that, she has lived in a few homes as a house cat, or more often roundabout as a stray. Since then she has been picked up by Alice Herzogin, a normal girl, who looks after her. (Not to be confused with Alice of wonderland).

Other: to hide her cat ears Kyrin normally wears a hoodie or hat. While Kyrin isn't actually MAD she isn't necessarily 'all there'. Also just to confuse things; as a cat, Kyrin is a boy. Neautral.
The Cheshire Cat Song
Konrad Tinker

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson

Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker.

Age: 16

Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen)

Family: Mother.

Crush/Partner: None.

Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things.

Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn't mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared.

History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning 'proper' things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like.

Other: Konrad himself can't sing to save himself, however that doesn't stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn't tell others he is a prince.

[User]
"Kitty. Kiy. Chester, come on" Alice's voice penetrated under the bed where Kyrin was hiding, wide eyes glowing in the weak light. "Won't." Kyrin whispered, tail lashing madly, "Won't, won't, won't"
"Kyrin Chester! You will come out from under that bed this instant!" A Tomcat, ginger and white in colour, with strange blue eyes, crawled out from under the bed, whimpering in protest as Alice, a girl with long golden locks and pale skin, swept him off the floor and into her arms. "Alright, I've set some clothes out on the bed, so change and I'll send you on your way." Alice plopped Kyrin on the bed and wandered out the room. Shifting back to human form, Kyrin pulled on the cargo pants, stripy top and plain grey hoodie, tucking her dog tag down the front, and readjusting her red collar, before slipping out the door.
Trotting silently down the corridor, Kyrin had nearly made it to the front door when she was intercepted by Alice, swept into a hug and kissed multiple times on the head. Tugging herself free, Kyrin grinned at Alice, "I'll be fine." Having ditched all her nerves from earlier with her cat skin. Flicking up her hood and pushing open the door, Kyrin stepped out onto the gravel path and looked up and down the quiet road. "Ummm…… where exactly is this school?" Alice grinned, much like Kyrin normally did, "You didn't think I was going to let go of you that easily, did you? Come on." Alice disappeared into the garage, and came back with a shiny red motorbike. "Mother said I had to take you, so hop on yeah?" She swung herself onto the motorbike and Kyrin followed suit, Grinning even more profoundly than before.

The ride was long but not bad, and Kyrin love every second of it. They came to a screeching stop, the back wheel spinning out and round, flashy and dangerous, just as Alice liked it. Kyrin leapt off the motorbike, waving goodbye to Alice before heading up towards the rather grand looking school. Noticing a group forming Kiy headed that way, carefully wrapping her tail round her waist so it looked less like a tail and more like a fancy belt. I felt weird and wrong, but she wasn't yet willing to let others see her ears or tail, force of habit mostly. At least, she thought, she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel weird, if the long haired boy she was following was any indication. Slinking up next to him she grinned, "Hi. Weird place this, hey?"

[Assistant]
"WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Suddenly next to the beast fell a backpack, a blue hat with a red feather in it, and then suddenly WHAM! Graham, A large buff 18 year senior dropped right next to him on the patch of grass! His attire was a usual red t-shirt that was stretched across him chest, brown pants and large boots. He was incredibly dazed by the large fall he just experienced. He eventually came to his senses and picked up his hat. He gathered his belongings and stood up. Cedric, his trusty owl, slowly floated down till he was level with Graham's Head.

Oh sorry Graham! Cedric started. But I thought there would be magic dust to get to the academy safely!
Nevermind Cedric, Graham calmly and kindly said to Cedric. We are here, and alive and that's all that matters. Look! We've already come in contact with some the locals! Graham extends a hand to the beast. Good day to you kind sir! My name is Graham of Daventry. Sorry about the fall there, me and my friend Cedric.....Cedric?

Cedric was hidden in a tree. Oooh! Sorry Graham! But that beast looks hideous, and I think I look like a great snack to him!
Come on Cedric! Would you excuse me a moment? Graham stomped toward the tree and began shaking it to get Cedric out.

[User]
Kovu walked along side the road carrying a backpack on his shoulders and another bag in his hand. He sighed as he continued to trudge along, his left hand beginning to ache from carrying his bag for so long. Kovu left his house earlier than he had told his family, they had known he had been accepted to this academy but had been attempting to stop him from going. The early start today was to make sure he did not have to hear his mother telling him that he was abandoning his family and turning his back on them when they truly needed him.

Kovu felt guilty and had wanted to decline his plce many times since he was accepted, even now that we was almost there he wanted to turn back. Through the trees Kovu could see the top of the building, the red roof that began to entice him and made him forget all about his mother's words. "There it is," He whispered to himself as he began to walk faster, soon the windows were in his view and finally the whole building was right there, including his soon to be fellow students standing infront of the main stairs.

Kovu walked to where all the other students were standing, a tall beast was in front of him so he found a spot where he could see the elderly lady that everyone was facing. He dropped his bag beside his legs and casually looked around at the crowd beginning to form.

[Assistant]
The Mad Hatter

As the cab driver pulled up to the driveway, a lump formed in Hatter's throat. He found himself staring down the driveway at an enormous castle with red roofing. The cab driver gave a high pitched whistle as if he was reading Hatter's thoughts. "That's some place, kid..." Hatter raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"Aye..." He muttered. He got out of the cab and stood on the asphalt. He reached in and grabbed his black rolling suitcase and sat it on the asphalt. He then grabbed his banjo and mandolin from the back seat. "Th-thanks for the ride, mate." He said in his Irish accent, and handed him the allotted sum for the ride.

The cab drove of and hatter started his walk down the long driveway. He adjusted the strap of his banjo case to rest on his shoulder as observed the surroundings. He'd received an invitation to this school, and the people in his foster home had insisted he go. They'd told him it would be "a good learning experience" and "a chance to meet new friends". The bitter part of Hatter was sure they just wanted to get rid of him... It was always the same thing at each school, and they knew that. Hatter never had any friends - and he probably never would.

As he reached the castle, he saw a growing crowd of teenagers, standing at the steps, looking up at an elderly woman with a kind smile on her face. Yep, he was late... Hatter almost sighed in annoyance - attention for being late was exactly what he didn't want... Yet, he felt the gazes of the other teens shift to him, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up. He set his jaw and did the best to ignore them, standing his suitcase upright and setting his mandolin case on the ground. His fingers curled around the shoulder straps of his banjo case and he waited for... whatever was supposed to happen.

[User]
Beast jumped a bit as a smaller girl came up to him, speaking to him out of the blue. His eyes grew wide and his faced looked even angrier than it did before. A scowl found it's way to his rough features when all he wanted to do was smile.

I should... greet her! Yes, say hello and introduce myself! I'll show them that I'm not as scary as I seem!
"What do you want?" He spat out. His word choice didn't exactly correspond with what the girl had asked him or his thoughts. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, regret filling his heart. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, all he wanted to do was say hello to her and yet...

Yet again, as if he was being targeted, Beast jumped as another individual invaded his space and slammed into him. His stance however was firm and he'd barely moved from his position. Frustration was mounting and Beast could feel his blood boiling. One could only take so much embarrassment before one burst. Well, one beast anyway.

Narrow eyes glared down at the offered hand. His lip began to snarl before a loud roar erupted from them, a roar directed at anyone in his vicinity. It was dark and deep, like the roar of a male lion, meant only as a scare tactic. "Stay away!" He growled, clearly upset. He swallowed, having realized what he'd done and turned away once again. Maybe... Maybe that was a bit excessive... He sighed, taking a peak at the Graham fellow and his friend. He wanted ever so badly to tell them he was sorry, that he was just stressed. But he couldn't force the words out of his mouth no matter how hard he'd tried.

[Assistant]
Kyrin flinched. The boy didn't have to be so harsh. But he didn't seem to want to hurt her, she grinned at him, "I don't really want any thing, least not something you can give, not unless you have hot coffee tucked away anywhere?"

More people seemed to congregate to the boy, apparently spooking him, as he let out a massive roar, startling Kyrin and making her fur stand on end. In her shock she disappeared, unintentionally fading out, for a few seconds, before popping back into existence, or at least seeable existence. Her tail was trying to untuck itself, and her hood had slipped a little. Grabbing it she yanked it back up onto her head, and barely managed to snatch her tail and force it back round her waist. Kyrin moved a little away from the boy, no enough to make him think she was running away, but far enough that she wasn't right in his personal space. "Stay away!" He growled and Kiy nodded, "Just for now? Or forever? 'Cause I expect you'd be lonely if we all went away forever." She hated being lonely, a leftover feeling from her stray days, especially when bored boys had thrown stones at her. "I'll be your friend if you want," She muttered quietly, "Being lonely isn't fun."