[System]
Aliases: Kylo Ren

Lightsaber: Ben started out with any typical Jedi's blue saber, but changed to his red crossguard once he became Snoke's apprentice and began training with the First Order.

Fears: Ben is terrified of not being as strong as his grandfather Darth Vader, but he tries not to let anyone see that.

Strengths: Solo has incredible roots with the Force and regularly uses it on unsuspecting Jedis to learn their secrets.

Bio: Ben Solo was born to General Han Solo and Princess Leia Organa. As a young boy, Ben often felt alone and abandoned due to his parents' titles and how busy they seemed to always be. Being in this family, Ben quickly found he was incredibly strong with the Force and his mother requested he be sent to his uncle Luke Skywalker to train in the ways of the Jedi. Supreme Leader Snoke had also noticed Ben's strength and inner turmoil and fought to turn the jedi in training to the dark side. One night when Ben was asleep, he awoke to see Skywalker with his lightsaber pointed at Ben and that's when he snapped. He murdered his fellow Jedis and left to join Snoke with the First Order, quickly taking on the alias of Kylo Ren. Today, Ben is the Supreme Leader of the dark side and seeks to follow in his grandfather's footsteps.

Other: Ben has been finding himself drawing closer to a young Jakkuvian scavenger named Rey, the two often force bonding with one another when they're alone. Rey has slowly been helping Ben break away from Snoke's grasp, but can she bring him back to the light or will he get her to surrender to the dark side?

[User] Fourteen year old Ben sat by himself in the back of the ship as he watched out the window, his breathing deep and slow. He knew his uncle was set to train him, but he wasn't sure what all was in store. "Here goes nothing..." He muttered as the ship started to descend, seeing his uncle standing nearby with a young blonde girl. Ben raised an eyebrow curiously as he stood and made his way to the front of the ship, the door falling open with a loud thump as it hit the ground. The boy's brown eyes locked on the two as he slowly walked off the ship, wary of the blonde before him. "Hello, uncle." He spoke softly as he walked over to Luke, his dark hair blowing in the wind. He turned his gaze to Odette and gave her a soft nod, his lightsaber swinging slightly from his belt. "Ben Solo. Nice to meet you." He extended a hand to the girl, glancing over at his uncle as he did so. "Will she be training with us?" He asked softly, taken a bit by surprise. This was the one thing Luke had failed to mention to him before his arrival.

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Odette continued to watch in curiosity as the ship landed. Soon the ramp to the ship was down and the expected boy began walking out. At his look her way, she felt a little uncomfortable from some unknown reason, turning her gaze from him. The boy hadn't even said a word to her, so why did she feel that way? Perhaps it was the curious and wary look in his expression that made her so sheepish. She looked up to her master and standing on her tip toes went to ask him something quietly as the lad began walking down the ramp, "Is his family not going to come out to greet you, Master?"

Luke chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder, whispering softly back to her, "No. It has already been discussed. His parents stayed behind and he came on his own. We wish to get the boy settled in quickly so that tomorrow his training can begin. They wanted a quick goodbye to allow him to do so and that means him taking the journey here on his own." The old man approached the boy, meeting him half way as the boy said his own greeting. Luke's greeting was more warm, drawing him in a hug, smiling down at him, "It's good to see you, Ben." Luke said with a smile and a nod. He could tell with one look at his nephew that the boy was apprehensive about everything that was in store. He felt sympathy for the boy being away from his family for the first time. But, he understood his sister's worries and why she wanted her son to stay with him and be trained. He was sure that sooner or later the boy would grow use to all this and hopefully come to enjoy training. After all, training at first and leaving everything behind was never easy. It hadn't been easy for him when he had left Tatooine and it hadn't been easy for young Odette to be left here either. Yet, after the initial sadness and worries, he had come to enjoy his Jedi training, and so had Odette the longer she was here.

Ben had looked to the young girl behind Luke, the girl looking to him with nervous blue eyes, though appraoched when she was adressed, shaking his hand, "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you."

It seemed Odette was just as nervous about all this as Ben. This made him chuckle a little. The girl was so sheltered here, having living here with him for most of her life, she hadn't seen another person besides himself in many years, so seeing another person was probably intimidating and exciting for the girl all in one. At Ben's question, he nodded in response, "This is Odette Kenobi." The girl looked liek a deer in headlights as she looked from her master to the boy, though Luke placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "She has been training here with me for a few years now. I have a feeling she can surely help you get adjusted here and maybe even help you to understand some of the basics of the Force in your time together."

Odette looked up to her master in confusion, as he hadn't mentioned that to her before. She was going to helping with this boy? But, she was still in training herself. Yet, she supposed what he was doing here did make sense. She was close to the boy's age so perhaps he would be more comfortable that way. And it wasn't like she was actually going to be teaching him. More of a peer tutor she supposed.

Luke looked to Ben once more, "We will start with training tomorrow young padawan. Today we will rest and allow you to get accustomed to your surroundings." He looked to Odette and nodded to her, "Lead him to our home. I will go fetch some things for dinner tonight."

"Yes Master." She said shyly and quietly, giving a nod and then looked to Ben, nodding for him to follow her, walking back into the woods, hopping over the fallen trees and ducking under branches, just as she had done on the way to the clearing. Soon they had come upon a clearing smaller than the one Ben's ship had landed in. In this clearing was a small hut of a house and on the side of the house was a small garden where they grew their food. It was a simple and self sustaining life, one that had done she and Master Luke well. And now would be the life Ben would live until further arrangements were made by Luke, "I know it's small and not much." Odette stated quietly, glancing over at Ben from over her shoulder, finally speaking since they had left Luke in that clearing, "But it works at keeping us safe and healthy. Luke spoke off possibly building another place, not too far off from this area. Where we could have more room to have other padawans come. We will have to one day after all, if we are to re-establish the new Jedi Order. But, until then, this is home."

[User] "Thank you, uncle." Ben's eyes scanned their surroundings as he nodded and followed along behind Odette, easily clearing the trees and branches without even blinking. "It's very nice." He spoke as he walked around the hut with his hands behind his back, gently nodding his head. "Excuse me for a moment." The boy stepped into the hut as he slid a hand down to his saber and unfastened it from his belt, setting it on the ground in the corner of the room. He pulled out a picture of his parents that he'd stored in his pocket before he left home, gulping slightly as he glanced down at it and walked back outside, part of him angry at Leia and Han for sending him off in the first place. He shook it off and stuffed the picture back in his pocket, his brown eyes locking on the girl once again. "So is there anything that needs to be done before we do anything else?" He asked lightly, his voice a little gruff even for his age.

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Odette was a little suprised when Ben mentioned their home being 'very nice'. She would have expected someone from a war hero and a princess to have been a bit more uptight. But perhaps he was just being courteous. She knew most wouldn't think much of their small living arrangements. Despite what anyone else thought of this simple life, Odette enjoyed it. It was peaceful and gave her plenty of room to mediate and focus on the Force because there were no distractions. Not in a life like they lived anyway. She wouldn't trade this way of life for the world.

She gave him a moment as requested, allowing him to enter the hut and stay there on his own a moment, before she followed inside. When he looked to her and asked if anything needed to be done, she nodded in response, "I have to show you to your room." Walking through the small home, she made her way through the halls and to one of the few rooms in the home, opening up the door, "This will be your room. My room is next door. And Master Luke stays down the hall." She gestured to the back of the home, "That way is the kitchen and dinning area. As well as the meditation room."

She looked back to him and gave him her best smile, an attempt to cheer him up a little bit, sensing his unease,"It's not so bad here. I think you'll come to like it in time once you get used to things. For now, if you have any questions and Master Luke isn't around to answer them, you can ask me. I may not have all the answers, but maybe I can be a little helpful at the very least." She led him back to the front room of the small hut and looked to him once more, "Master look will be out gathering food for another hour or so. If you'd like we could take a walk around the surrounding area. There is a trail I always take. It's very quiet and peaceful, a perfect place for meditation and relaxing. Would you like to come along?"

[User] A soft smile appeared on Ben's face as he nodded in response to her inquiry, running a hand through his dark hair. "I'd like that very much. I'm right behind you." He watched her intently as he moved to grab his saber once again, clipping it back into place on his belt. "I don't know if I'll be needing this, but better safe than sorry." He explained, stepping back outside and extending a hand for Odette. "Shall we?" He asked lightly, his jaw clenching slightly as a pang of anger hit him, his dark and light battling against one another. Hopefully this Jedi training would defeat his inner darkness, but he could only hope and wait to see what happened.

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After he agreed to join her and held out a hand to help her up, Odette's blue eyed gaze looked up to meet his, before she smiled and took his hand in hers, allowing him to help her up, "Thank you." With that, she made her way out of the hut and down the trail in silence. This was the trail she herself always took to the more peaceful and scenic areas, which were perfect for her meditation. Or in her rare free times, good for a hike to clear the mind. They got to a river that cut through the trail and with much practice she began walking across a fallen tree as though it were a bridge, until she reached the other side.

Now, just up ahead next to the trail, was a small lake with grassy areas all around. Once they had reached there, she let out a soft sigh and sat in the grass, criss crossed once again, closing her eyes. The wind lightly blew over them and air was fresh here, allowing her a peaceful and calming place to meditate. Though after a moment of sitting there like that in silence and taking deep breaths as she delved into the force, she felt something rather strong. A pulsing of...anger? She searched the Force, attempting to find the source, only to find it was coming from Ben. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, though there was no scolding look or shock on her face, her voice coming as though she were merely stating simple facts, "You're still angry. I can feel it. It's almost smothering. So much so that anyone near you that is tuned to the force can feel it and be swallowed by the emotions themselves, blocking out any good feelings."

She took another deep breath and looked out to the lake, "I understand though. It's not easy, being forced to stay in a place you know nothing about and train to be something that many people thought and still think, are just myths. It leaves you sad. Angry. Bitter. To tell you the truth, I wasn't much different for a while in my first little while of being here. There was even times, when I was a little younger, that I would try to run away into the forest, just to get away from all the training. But, after realizing how hard it was out on my own, I was always come back, expecting to be yelled at or reprehended. Yet, Master Luke never did. He was always so calm and very forgiving, talking to me and trying to understand rather than making me feel bad about myself. He always tells me that compassion is the heart of a Jedi and that he tries to model that in everything he does. He's very wise."

Looking back over at him once more, she shrugged, "I suppose, what I'm trying to say is, it's okay to feel that way sometimes, to feel sad and angry. It's what makes you human. But, don't let it rule your life or ruin a new opportunity for you." She made an attempt to give him another smile, "Besides, in my opinion, I'd much rather feel compassion and happiness than anger or sadness any day."

She looked back to the lake, though there was a slightly amused look on her face now, knowing he probably wasn't expecting such a advice from someone younger than himself. Master Luke always said she was a very wise for her age, though she never got the chance to share such wisdom. It was nice, "Okay, my lecture is done. Now, why don't you sit down and give meditating a try. You might feel better after spending time in the Force."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and 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

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] "Stay with your brother", Maleficent suddenly told Kili as she had an idea to her mind while beginning to walk away from the group. "Where are you off to?", Fili asked her in alarm. She turned her upper body to them. "I am a fae, Fili. I have some pull around here", she winked at him before taking flight, in order for them to have eyes and ears in the air.

[Assistant] Kili seemed a little nervous at the thought of Maleficent leaving their sight but she was gone before he could protest further. The dwarves kept running until suddenly they found themselves trapped behind a rock, with a Warg and its rider perched on the top and sniffing around as if it could smell their scent.

[User] As soon as she was flying above them at a great height, she noticed the orc above them as they hid. With anger flaring in her eyes, she gave a high-piercing screech before she charged. Dive bombing in flight, she violently collided with the orc rider head-on, making the warg tumble down the rock in front of the dwarves. Unfortunately, the squeal of the orc's death caught the attention of the others who were chasing Radagast. "The Dwarf-scum are over there! After them!", Azog ordered to them in Black Speech. "Move! Run!", Gandalf shouted to his dwarven companions. "This way! Quickly!", the fae followed while in flight as she continued to knock some orcs off course during the chase.

[Assistant]
The dwarves quickly followed Gandalf, having no other choice unless they wanted to be run down by the Orc pack. The group quickly became trapped between a strange rock formation and the pack that had caught up to them. Gandalf was nowhere to be seen as he had run into the hidden passageway that led to Rivendell.
"There's more coming!" shouted Kili as he spotted even more Wargs running towards the group.
"Where is Gandalf?!" Thorin shouted, not seeing the wizard.
"He's abandoned us!" Dwalin growled as he hefted his weapon, preparing to fight the orc pack to the death.

[User] As the orcs get closer, Gandalf suddenly appears from behind the large rock. "This way, you fools!", he yelled in order to get their attention. "Come on, move! Quickly! All of you!", Thorin shouted while standing near the small hole. One by one, each dwarf jumped, except for Kili. "Kili! Run!", the young prince turns and makes a run for it as the orcs get closer. Wickedly close they were, Maleficent swooped down and picked him up in flight. Flying towards the hole, she picked up Thorin in the process, and they all dropped into the hole.

[Assistant]
Kili grunted as he slid down the steep slope and landed at the bottom, dusting himself off as he staggered to his feet. "Th-Thanks..." the young dwarf gasped as he looked up at Maleficent.
The dwarves all froze as a horn sounded above them, followed by hoofbeats and then the sounds of battle.

Thorin and Kili leapt back as an orc rolled down the slope and landed at their feet. Poking it with the end of his axe, the dwarf prince discovered that it was dead. There was an arrow sticking out of its chest, which Thorin pulled out to examine it, his face forming into a scowl.
"Elves." he growled in disgust.

"I cannot see where the pathway leads!" called Dwalin from up ahead where a pathway was. "Do we follow it or no?!"
"Follow it of course!" Thorin shouted back to him.

[User] "I did tell you that I wasn't leaving you behind", the fae told Kili while her wings were folding back in their proper place on her back. "I think that would be wise", Gandalf nodded in confirmation since it was the only way to go that was safe at the moment. Following the path in the tunnel, there was a waterfall with a small city in the distance. "The Valley of Imladris. In the common tongue, it's known by another name" "Rivendell" Bilbo gaped in astonishment at the great city before them. "Here lies the last homely house, east of the sea" "This was your plan all along, to seek refuge with our enemy", Thorin growled in anger while already feeling betrayed.

[Assistant] "You have no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield." Gandalf scolded the dwarf sharply. "The only ill will to be found in this valley is that which you bring yourself! We have a map that we cannot read, Lord Elrond can help us to read it! Now, if this is to be successful you shall leave the talking to me or Maleficent as we will need to be tactful and need a small degree of charm, which it seems you dwarves certainly lack in the presence of the Fair Folk."

[User] "I will assist you, Gandalf", Maleficent spoke up, to just break the tension. As they enter Rivendell, they are met by some elves. "Mithrandir", Elrond's right hand man, Lindir, greeted to the wizard. "Ah, Lindir" "We heard you had crossed into the Valley", Lindir spoke in Elvish. "I must speak with Lord Elrond" "My Lord Elrond is not here" "Not here? Where is he?", that was until the hunting horn was heard with the returning elf war party coming towards them. "Close ranks!", Thorin shouted as the elf war party surrounded the dwarves. "Gandalf!", the voice of Lord Elrond sounded as he rode up on his horse. "Lord Elrond, my friend! Where have you been?", Gandalf asked in Elvish. "We've been hunting a pack of Orcs that came up from the South. We slew a number near the Hidden Pass", Elrond responded back in the same language while getting off his horse. "Strange for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near", he spoke back in the Common Tongue. "Ah, that may have been us" Elrond's gaze turns to the winged fae. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment before stopping a few feet in front of the female. Maleficent kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "Lord Elrond, call me Maleficent. I would much prefer it", she said to him in the Elvish language in a kind tone. She would much prefer "Maleficent" as her name since "Saeril" was her birth name. "Why do you come?", he spoke back to her in English again. He was clearly suspicious of her since he has heard stories and even witnessed her cause terror on other Elvish kingdoms.

[Assistant] "It is a long story, my friend." Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to Maleficent's defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We require your aid."

[User]
Narrowing his eyes at the female, he then notices to see Thorin stepping up. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain" "I do not believe we have met", the dwarf Prince gave a small growl under his voice. "You have your Grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain" "Indeed? He made no mention of you" Elrond suddenly says something to Thorin in Elvish. "What is he saying? Does he offer us insult?", Glion spoke with a little bit of anger within him. "No, Master Gloin, he's offering you food", Gandalf reassured him. That was until the dwarves turn and discuss amongst themselves. "Ah, Well. In that case, lead on"

Later that day, the dwarves all sat around the elves' dining table. Some complaining that the food wasn't of their taste and that they would prefer meat rather than "leaves". "Kind of you to invite us. I'm not really dressed for dinner", Gandalf spoke as he walked with Elrond to the table. "Well, you never are", they seat themselves at the head chair.

Changed into something lighter and more Elvish-like, Maleficent had on an elbow-length off-the-shoulder brown dress that fell to her ankles as she made herself appear at the walkway of the dining area where everyone else was at. There were no shoes on her, and she preferred to walk barefoot, letting the sun warm them. Her headdress was gone, so she let her hair flow free. Noticing what appears to be an elvish flute nearby. She delicately picked it up and lightly played a few notes until she was actually playing a song. It was a song she knew and learned as a child. Till then, she was with the other instrument playing Elves, having her eyes flicking to Kili time to time.

[Assistant]
"Change the tune why don't you?" complained Dori eventually as the dwarves began to get tired of the Elven music. "I feel like I'm at a funeral!"
"Can't say I fancy elf-maids myself," Kili was boasting to the other dwarves he sat with, which included his brother, Dwalin, Bofur and Dori. "That one over there's not bad though." the young dwarf grinned suggestively and nodded in the direction of the elf he had meant.
"That's not an elf-maid." Dwalin had smirked at him, and Kili's face turned bright pink as the elf turned around to reveal that, as Dwalin had predicted, it was not a female elf.
"Oh, very funny!" Kili grumbled, mortified with embarrassment.


[System]
Hero Alias: Mindfreak

Age: 14

Superhero status: Student

Quirk name: imagination creation

Quirk ability:: She has the ability to create whatever she can imagine as long as he speaks it into reality. This ability also allows her to warp reality to what she pictures it to be for a short period of time. It was a trick she frequently used to get out of trouble as a child.
The drawbacks to her abilities is that her living creatures take a great deal of concentration to control properly and any damage they sustain chops away at her own stamina. Also, her ability to warp reality has a backlash that renders her unconscious for atleast 15 minutes to 2 hours long.

Appearance: (will add later)

Bio:Brief Bio: Selena grew up watching heros and villains battle quite frequently from a rather unique seat. Half of her family were labeled as villains, though to her, they were cousins who babysat her and kept her company when she was sick. The other half of her family aspired to be heros and often joined the rescue organizations that aided with fire fighting and police work. This left her straddling the fence for years as both families called for her to join their side. This year she finally had the courage to make a decision and chose to apply for UA. This was a result of a unique encounter she had as a child in the hospital, as she had grown very ill due to her quirk and not knowing how to release it properly. The constant drain on her stamina left her weak and bedridden. One day, she awoke to find stuffed animals in her room yet the staff and her family didn't know who left them. It wasn't until she awake one night to find Teddy leaving a stuffed rabbit on her bedside. She pretended to be asleep but caught him the next time. After much begging on her part, she convinced him to mentor her until her release from the hospital. Even after all of these years, she still leaves a bag of stuffed animals at their old training grounds for him to find, having cut off every tie but that one at his request. Her last gift before leaving the hospital were two panda bears that were dressed like mobsters.

Now, she tries to keep her abilities under wraps as even her family doesnt know the full extent yet. She comes off as a weird combo of shy yet oddly chatty as she hates awkward silences. She loves books and anime as well. She enjoys taking things apart to see how to put them back together again and she is surprisingly clumsy at times. A little goofy, she loves the arts in every form though her true passion is anything music related.

[User]
Yawwnnnnnnn.. that was a good nap i cant believe i was able to convince granddad to let me go to UA." i thought to myself as i'm looking around to see what time it was. i glanced over and wiped my face just to panic. " No No i overslept, now i wont have time to prepare for my grand entrance." i shouted with my hands clasped to my face and then pointed at my gear to put away. "hahahaha looks i still need to work on my range guess im just gonna take u with me...sooo soft and smooth to the touch but looks so fluffy i have to wrap u around my neck, my beautiful bloodrose scarf." as i wrapped it around my neck smiling uncontrollably. Well school is most not that far but I shouldn't been tinkering with my latest subject that long last night. ohhhh how I can't wait to get back to you but these sweet gems at UA will be great too. *heavy breathing while staring at his cpu*.

Later gramps I shouted as I sprinted out the house and down the mountain.
As I'm sprinting down the mountain I realize I forgot to disable the traps.
After evading the traps and working my way down the mountain, I finally arrive at UA. Looking through the directory I headed to my class and noticed I wasn't the only one running behind.

Entering the classroom I scanned around and found a seat next to a physically fit girl. As I take my seat next to her I tried to hide my excitement but couldn't *heavy breathing starts*

[Assistant]
Walking into the building he sees the class roster and looks at who his teacher and the students.

"Gang Orca huh? I heard a lot of good things about him from pops. Hopefully he'll help become a great hero so I can surpass my dad. Let me go get a seat before I have to seat in the front."

Andrew walks the class and scans the classroom for an empty seat and finds the perfect one in the back corner by the window. He goes and takes his seat.

Gang orca walks in and greets the class and tells them about the physical test.

"Well this test finna be a breeze."

[User]
A few more students entered the class in a hurried pace, causing Gang Orca to clear his throat in a loud manner. He then started up again. He did take into account the reaction to his booming voice the first time.

"I am Gang Orca. I will be your teacher for your duration at this school. It is good to meet you all. I don't need to explain how important your education here is. Take it seriously and you will go far." Gang Orca's voice was stern but actually on the quieter side.

For a moment he stopped, reached under his desk, and grabbed buckets. The massive man walked over to the door, placed the buckets outside the door, and closed it.

"Anyone who shows up to this class when the door is closed, does not come inside until after lunch. They will report to the restroom, fill the buckets with water, and proceed to hold them until I give them permission not to. These punishments will change over time. Please don't make me become creative."

He gave the class a steely glare.

Alexa shuddered at the thought of what other penalties he could come up with. That glare seemed to strike her at the core.

Gang Orca proceeded to explain what would be expected of the students. How they represented the school now and Wanted to express the impending danger that would come with the title of Hero.

"Alright, enough of me talking. I want you students to introduce yourselves in front of the class, discuss your power, show it if you can, and then the next student will do the same. Pretty easy." He said easily as he took a seat at his desk, then crossed his arms. Orca cocked his head to the side and looked over the student list. "Alexa Barnes, please come to the front of the class."

Hearing her name be called really ran through her system like an electrical current. Of course she would be picked first to introduce herself. Slowly, she got up and nervously walked over to the front of the class. She skittishly brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt and looked up to the class. It took her a moment to realize she was in front of Gale's desk. She gave him a small wave, then started to talk.

"H-Hi *she cleared her throat* My name is Alexa Barnes. I am a support class student. I like running, capybaras, and pastries. My quirk.... I can create a barrier around myself when I hold my breath and put my hands together. If I don't put my hands together, it becomes porous. It is also soundproof."

Alexa turned and took a couple steps toward the door. Next, she put her hands in a box shape. Lastly, she took a deep breath in and held it. A small barrier formed around her. It was a little opaque in color and it was pretty sturdy. She held it for a moment, then released her breath and hands.

"Very interesting. What features did you add to your suit for school? I mean your hero suit."

That was not a question she was expecting. She turned to her teacher.

"Um.. I included an air tank to increase the barrier or bubble time limit. Ultra grip boots because the bubble is slippery. And safety straps for the back of the suit for anyone else in the barrier in case we have to move."

"Interesting… You don't have armor for yourself? I mean any additional protection besides your bubble."

Alexa thought to herself for a moment. It was something that she never considered. Her quirk was all she ever needed. It never occurred to her.

"Judging from your face, you haven't. I would strongly suggest it. It may affect your speed, but it could help you in the future."

 "Thank you Mr. Orca. I'll try to add that to my form."

Gang Orca nodded and waved her to her desk. After the purple-haired girl sat, his voice boomed again.

"Next student, Selena Holland. Please come up front."

[Assistant]
It was a pretty shiny day Malkell walking down the street till he came up to a car.

"Hello Zion hope your flight over was cool."
"I could of flew myself but I guess it was cool."

Upfront was Night Howler and Night Terror.

"We can pull off now." says Malkell.
The car pulls off and starts it way to downtown.

They make it to a apartment building and start walking up to the top floor.
"This is home base for now your room is in the back Zion" Malkell points it out to him.
Malkell walks to his room and sees a box on his bed and starts smiling.


[System]
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: Mystic/Enchanter/Occasional Merc

Personality

That Tahira's is Intelligent is clear to anyone who speaks with her, she can bandy words with the best when she wants to and is surprisingly well-educated. However, as a result of being ostracized in her early childhood she is often Aloof and closed off. That doesn't mean she is hesitant to interact with others, it only means she doesn't have a lot of experience connecting with people emotionally. Anyone who works with her can tell you she is Hard Working, always willing to shoulder the burden herself if need be, and although few have had a chance to experience it she is extremely Loyal.

Interests

Tahira discovered a love for travel on her way to the Blue Moon Tavern, the world is a much bigger place than she thought it was growing up. She also loves to learn, whether it's history or how to make a dish her hunger for knowledge is insatiable. She also possesses a strong desire to protect the things that matter to her.

Appearance Details
Body build: Curvy, Athletic
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Short, Wavy
Hair color: Raven
Skin color: Pale
Eye/Iris color: Amber
Height/Weight: 145 lbs.
Notable Features: Will be noted.

Clothing Description
Robes, typically hooded, of varying lengths, colors and styles.

Equipment
Scale armor cuirass, and whatever she can create magically.

Weapon(s)
A long, curved blade dagger in a holster she keeps on her lower back.

Powers
None

Abilities
None

Talents
Reading, Writing, Runic Script, Magical Lore, Wilderness Survival, Herbalism/Alchemy, Poison Tolerance, Astrology, hand-to-hand combat and light weapons training.

Magic
Mysticism and Auramancy. She primarily draws on the power of the spirit to protect, detect and enchant, or make constructs out of spirit energy.

Tahira's Impressions
Sessamaru: "So virtuous, he has either seen too little of the world or too much."

Historia Saurvale:"It would not hurt others to be as courteous as she."

Saha Thulaja Era: "She is at home in the Blue Moon, something that is unexpected for one of her kind, but she is still dangerous."

Katelia:"I do not blame her for her reticence, it is clear that she has sufferred."

Julio: "I know little of that one's motives, but perhaps we share a common interest in nature's remedies."

Azzrix Grimmor: "Boasting does an assassin nothing, the best killers die unremarked."

Margaret von Eisenberg: "I know her type too well to trust her, but perhaps I could learn something from her."

Naida Marcoon: "I would be hard pressed to find a patron who doesn't like her."

Drubbins: "His yearning to learn is admirable, I hope it carries him far in life."

Mysaren: "She is quite...statuesque, and shows a surprising frugality which others could learn from."

Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku: "Regardless of what is said about him, that lizard has seen things."

Claire Alexandria: "There could be more to that one than meets the eye, I wouldn't mind finding out."

Viggo Malmsteen: "I know little of music."

Rouen Fulgur: "If he were to rule, they would call him a tyrant."

Felan the Wolf: "A man of humble origins, he reminds me of shaman I once knew."

[User]
Claire allowed herself to remain a viewer, an outside party who is not involved, yet can look in. She watched as a lovely blue streak came in and began working. She was clearly in her element. She watched as she neared the party of three, regarded the two others, and went back to being a blur. Soon after a jingling sound and a loud voice drew her viewers eyes away. A free meal, how lovely. Claire bent over and drew her gold pouch from her travel bag. Untying the small knot she had previously made, she saw that she had very little coin left. She probably wouldn't have been able to stay the night. even if the man didn't pay for her meal. She sighed. "Is this all a common occurrence?" Claire asked over to Historia. She seemed to be the most experienced one of the bunch. Hysteria was reading her weapon...A bit jumpy perhaps.

A lumbering figure found it's way into the scene. Another player in the blurring fantastic play she found herself in. They bellowed about the boss, and finding some place to be. Interesting, blur, free meal, boss, jumpy...Poor, hungry. A wave of energy ruptured past her. Her heart clenched. She shuddered. Something shattered.

Claire sucked in air. She didn't know she had stopped. "I hope it's not.." she commented more to no one then to Historia. As if to console her, a plate of food appeared in front of her. She looked up to see the stoic face of Bernard. She nodded thankfully in return, but of course if he saw it, it was a mystery. She look to her conversation partners. Perhaps she should wait for them to be served too...

[Assistant]
Naida
Blue Moon Tavern
"Oooh, Sess, I'm really sorry!" Naida exclaims, reaching out to help him up. "I was just trying to have a little fun!" She smiles at him. "I haven't seen you in forever... Well, forever in being yesterday, but still..." Suddenly, the door bursts open and a man runs through yelling for drinks and how he is buying everyone in the bar a drink. Naida rolls her eyes and smiles at Sess. "I'm probably going to have to take care of that in a minute. Can you believe some of these thieves, man? I mean, I know that's Azzrix, but still, you don't need to barge into every place and flaunt your money." She rolls her eyes again and laughs, the light bell sound echoing through the tavern. Every time she talks, people can rarely understand her because she talks so speedily and she changes topics so fast that people often times do not follow her. "I really am sorry that I scared you, Sess," she states. "I'll make it up to you. I'll make you your favorite dish on the house. I'll even cook it myself if that helps at all." She grins at him, hoping that he'll accept her apology food... thing.

Right then, the ogre bursts through the door and she sighs. He begins demanding to know where the boss is. "Give me a minute." She flits over to Bernard with a blur and a sprinkle of glitter across the floor and apologizes. "Sorry about the damage to the bar. You can take it out of my paycheck for this month. I'll take care of the big guy if it's any consolation." Before he can answer yet again, she flits up to the ogre and she notices that she is not as tall as this humongous being is. In fact, she is down right puny in his presence. She smiles at Drubbins, fluttering directly in front of his face, and says, "Hello, sir! I am Naida Marcoon, part time bartender." She grabs his hand and shakes it rapidly, glitter and fairy dust from her wings and arms and legs falling to the ground. She then sets his hand back down by his side with another wide grin. Her hand began to coat with ice, a reflexive magic move that was defensive, just in case someone got out of hand in the bar. "May I ask who is asking for our boss? Actually, a better question would be what are you asking for? I mean, normally people just ask for the boss's name so that they can do business with him. Oh! Is that why you're here? Bernard has a lot of people who does business with him..." Naida's excitement gets ahead of her and she begins to randomly jump from tangent to tangent, probably confusing the poor fellow to no end with how rapidly she's talking and how quickly she changes subjects. A couple minutes later she realizes what she's doing. "I am so sorry sir. Faeries are known for having short attention spans though. Anyways, who is asking for our boss?" Right then, Bernard rings his bell and Naida looks back over at him. "Oh! There he is right there. You can go seem him if you would like. I take it by the bell ringing that he would like to talk to you as well. Not a very talkative fellow, but he's a good boss" She flits away back to Sessamaru and says, "Now, what were we talking about?"

[User]
It wasn't long before Kat saw the blue sparkles that signaled the sprite had made her appearance. She considered flagging her down and ordering food if only to annoy Naida, but decided against it. Kat was bored, but not that bored. Besides, that imp would probably just spit in her food anyway.

Kat raised an eyebrow when a walking, talking rat sauntered into the tavern, ordering a round for everyone present. Exchanging a glance with Hel (Is this guy for real?) she shrugged. If he was paying, she wasn't gonna turn down a meal. Not that the tavern actually ever made you pay. It was the principle of the thing. She motioned to a waitress skittering back and forth through the tables and ordered a drink and a healthy plate of food. She almost spat out said drink when an ogre of all things busted through the tavern door. Some dark newcomer to the tavern was already on her feet, blade drawn.

Well, she's a twitchy thing.

This would be entertaining sure, but Kat wasn't really in the mood to watch someone get slaughtered.

"Hey," she called out, still leaning casually at her table, "big guy." She gave a short whistle and raised her arm above her head, beconning the ogre towards her with two fingers. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hel looking up at her, decidedly unimpressed. She winked back at him and he just rolled his eyes with a huff. Still, his tail flicked back and forth across the tavern floor, the only sign that he tensed in case any trouble came from Kat's… socialization.

"You looking for the boss?" she asked him. Gesturing with her chin at Azzrix, she continued, "That's him over there. They call him Sir Rat, the Inexterminable. He likes it when you bow and kiss his hand."

[Assistant]
Old parchment rustled soothingly as Tahira turned to the next page in A History of Elrikur, which she read with a complacent smile in the shadows of her hood. She sat cross-legged between two bookshelves on the floor of the tavern's library, absorbed in her reading as usual, with the gentle murmur of conversation and revelry drifting in from the rest of the tavern to provide a warm atmosphere. As she read, many new sounds mixed in with the conversation, adding flavor to that atmosphere. The harmonious melody undoubtedly played by Viggo, and the excited chatter that could only mean the arrival of Naida. These things were interesting, yes, but they didn't break her concentration on the book before her. At least until she felt the backlash. Expanding outwards from a single point beyond the door, a virulent wave of arcane energy washed over the tavern. Tahira had little time to prepare, so as it passed through the library it scalded her delicately attuned magical senses, much like walking from the darkness into bright sunlight would sting the eyes.

The book dropped from her hands, followed quickly by a foreign curse which would have revealed her coastal heritage were there any in earshot. Rubbing her temples, Tahira climbed to her feet cautiously. Whatever that had been, it was likely not intentional and she sensed no further spikes in magic coming from the next room. However, just to be safe she erected a spirit barrier around herself, invisible to normal eyes, which would protect her from the disorientation of another wave. Picking up the fallen book, she placed it back on itself and brushed off her knee-length robes. There would be no going back to reading now, she had a few herbal remedies which would soothe her headache, but a drink would do the same and it gave her an excuse to investigate what had just happened.

Naida was apologizing to Sessamaru profusely as Tahira stepped out of the library and into the tavern. It seemed that his potent magic was at the center of this issue, but they were not well-acquainted enough for Tahira to feel comfortable prying. Instead, her eye caught the Witch, Margaret, who was ensconced in the same bench she had been the night prior. It was a safe assumption that she had been similarly affected by the magic, so Tahira thought it would be a good opportunity to approach her. Of course, she didn't consider what the combined effect of alcohol and volatile magic might have felt like at so close a range. Stepping up the witch's table, she addressed her prone form.

"Was that as...uncomfortable...for you as it was for me?" she asked, her voice it's typical low-pitched murmur.


[System]
Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but a lady never tells.
Profession: Witch~
History: Born in the north, Clara hails from the wintry mountains. She is known for being a gifted sorceress, but there are also many rumors that she is a twisted and evil woman who gave her heart to a demon bear for power. These rumors couldn't be proven even if anyone had dared to do so.
Appearance:

[User]
Seeing he too was not sure where they were, she sighed through her nose for a moment. The area appeared to be quite peaceful and bountiful. The air was normal if not more pleasant to take in. Parts of her yearned to explore it. To roam about it and discover it's secrets. "Such an odd place." She mused then felt her hand twitch within his, which caused her to look back into his face. There were vague memories of him before she slept. His gentle hand moving her to fit nicely in his arms, then his warm but weary breath on her ear telling her to rest. This made her eyebrows raise and a grin spread over her mouth. Such kindness towards a stranger. Thinking back, she wondered how odd it would have been to see two strangers randomly meeting and agreeing to bond themselves in order to see the unknown. It seemed insane yet, she had done crazy things before.

 He asked her how well she slept and Clara chuckled, brushing hair out from her face with her free hand. "As well as one can after our ordeal." Her dreams were something she didn't like to share. Then again, she wasn't used to having someone by her side for this long. Companions for someone like her were in very short supply. Who would be interested in helping a sorceress with her so called 'reputation'. Much that was known of her didn't speak well. Her dark abilities and her place of residence were enough to scare off most. Clara's homeland was one of a cold and harsh climate which didn't entice many to come visit. The solitude was something she rather enjoyed, but of course a lady wouldn't mind the comfort of the palace. The title would be an interesting addition as well. She would also be granted access to materials that would otherwise be difficult to acquire on her own.

Her bright, but oddly solid looking eyes surveyed her companion. Though he seemed to be putting on a face of contentment, she wondered if he slept as she did. His eyes spoke differently. Though exotic and other-worldly, they showed that he was indeed fatigued. Alexander's unusual eyes had the look of fire before, but now seemed to have dimmed. "Did you not rest?" she asked while continuing to watch him with a grin. He must have been watching their surroundings while she was resting and for that, she was thankful. "Do wizards of the southern isles sleep at all?" Clara joked while scooting away from him a little more. She looked at their joined hands still feeling his and her auras pulsating in unison. Was it safe to separate now? They had accomplished the task by traveling through the wall, so the need for them to remain linked was no longer there. If Alexander had been awake this whole time, he could have separated from them as soon as they successfully crossed over, but he didn't. The grin widened slightly as she thought it out. Did he enjoy being so close to such a strange women as herself? This made her chuckle once again. "Shall we separate or should we remain like conjoined twins??" It was funny how she could joke like this while they both sat in a strange unknown land and had almost gotten annihilated.

[Assistant]
Smiling at her joke he responded, "No. You were tired, and someone had to keep watch. This place may appear to be a paradise, but at the very least, whomever put that dome in place may have come for us." Not that it would've mattered anyway. She had been exhausted and so had he. Even releasing his aura completely, Alexander knew the price for survival might've been too high. Thankfully nobody came. Alexander let go of her hand and leaned back so that he was lying on the ground. The soft grass muted the hard ground against his back and his exhaustion made it easy to ignore. "It felt right to hold on" to you. He didn't say that. Alexander wasn't ready to think about that part, instead he chalked it up to being part of the connection. It probably did help push him in her direction. "I don't suppose that it matters too much. Do you want to?" Letting go didn't seem to have any immediate effects. Close proximity combined with a strong connection...It would be a short while before the connection started to unravel, though he had delayed the effect.

His eyes were heavy and it was hard to pay attention to what she was saying. At this point Alexander wasn't sure she was talking at all. Still he stared at her as his eyelids dipped lower, trying not to ignore her. His hand he left outstretched and open, in case she decided to reconnect with him. It would be her decision. Sleep finally caught him and his head rolled gently to rest on the grass, soft against his cheek. Alexander hoped with his last waking thoughts for dreamless sleep. There was no need to dream of things that had long since passed.

The storm buffeted him and the buildings around him, stripping skin from his face and arms as it tore the walls off houses. But there he stayed, the last hope for thousands who could not flee. His aura did not protect him, as he used it all casting a spell. The great wizard was known for his ability to use runes together, in combinations longer and greater than ever before. As the storm threatened to tear him and his city apart he drew a rune on every building that housed a person with his mind. Aura fading, the great wizard lowered his arms and stood until he blew away in the wind, dust to dust.

It had been a long time since he had dreamed of his teacher. But lately his thoughts had strayed more and more to the man that had taught him the basics of magic, before becoming one of the greats. Alexander had followed in those footsteps, though he had done it in a way his teacher would not have approved. Now he used a magic that was his alone in order to hide what he had done. There was no reason to use large amounts of power when complicated magic could take it's place. Unlike the other Wizards of the Southern Isles, Alexander did not take on many jobs. He took only the jobs that required both incredible detail and power. He substituted power for time and magical research. Geomancy gave him this ability.

He opened his eyes slowly, wondering how it could be true. The boy Alexander would not let him free so easily. Senses coming to him, and suddenly he knew. It wasn't time, they weren't ready. Stronger than before, but not enough to defeat him. Alexander must have made a mistake. He sat up slowly, feeling this body and enjoying it. Truly enjoying it. His aura was weak, sealed away and there was no way to undo it now. Something else. Turning his head towards her he grinned broadly. They had connected, though it didn't feel permanent. How interesting. Was she important to him? The eyes that were once demonic and catlike in appearance now seemed normal, though the bright yellow iris' that betrayed both his presence and his power were the only thing that gave him away. Nobody would recognize his sign anymore anyway. It had been too long.

"It is always nice to have a beautiful companion. I hope you don't mind me asking your name, Alexander doesn't really play well with others."

[User]
Feeling the warmth of his hand leaving hers, she watched him lay down and rest. Many wizards disliked sleep. Some believed that it made them vulnerable in a spiritual since. Others with a more obvious mind set worried that they left their bodies open for attack. Even Clara was not fond of resting unless she had prepared some form of defense. Her golden eyes went over Alexander's resting body several times. The hand that held hers for what seemed like ages lie palm up towards her. It looked like such an innocent gesture, but Clara didn't take his hand again. Instead she continued to look around him. It was odd to see such a powerful wizard sleeping like he was, but it also showed he was human. This was a relief to her. It was always easier to believe that those of power were indestructible beings incapable of doing wrong. Seeing them vulnerable helped banish those idiotic ideas.

Clara winced feeling a stinging sensation in her other hand. Her palm was bleeding again. She looked down to see it had scabbed over some but moving it caused the wound to open. Sighing through her nose she studied the scabs curiously. Healing magic wasn't her strong suit and her energy was too low to even attempt it. Instead, she chose to wrap it by tearing part of her clothes. For the journey to the barrier, Clara had worn a travel tunic that reached down to the mid thigh and under that some travel pants and boots. Her tunic once had sleeves, but she quickly removed them after suffering the heat of the southern climate. She ripped part of the end of her tunic and began to cover her hand that best she could. Thankfully the wound was a small one. Many animals had an excellent sense of smell, thus a bleeding wound would easily make someone a target for hungry beasts.

While she was crudely dressing her small wound, she was humming the same song she used as a mantra for concentration. It was a simple melody and held some importance to her. "old as old" She sang softly while finishing up her work. Then she saw Alexander move. Something, maybe her connection with him, or her gut told her something was different. Hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she stared at him looking almost like a spooked animal watching whatever disturbed them. He spoke to her. Her eyes went over him several times. There was one physical difference to Alexander, and that was his eyes. He asked her name. Curiosity boiled up within her causing her to smirk and tilt her head slightly at him. This was an interesting twist. What secret had just been revealed to her?
"Thank you.." She breathed smiling pleasantly. "Didn't he tell you my name? Or do you two not exchange in conversation often?" It wasn't often that someone was greeted by some one they've met before like they haven't met before. Did something else reside within Alexander? Or, was he broken like many witch or wizard who dabbled too closely with a maddening substance. It was anyone's guess at this point and that made it all the more exciting.

[Assistant]
"A smart companion. How nice. It is refreshing to see young people finding companions with personality and not just using them for their body." At this he looked her over pointedly, suggesting that she was Alexander's lover. "Alexander did not deign to tell me your name, since he refuses to talk to me at all. It's rather rude of him. But then, I cannot say I blame him. Ever since our last arguement he slammed that door shut, you could say." He could feel her aura, weak like his. That boy Alexander could have used more power. Should have. Now he left them both vulnerable. Sometimes being too cautious had it's price. He pushed a compulsion through their connection. It wasn't strong. He didn't think it would have to be. With her aura being weak and the connection allowing him to bypass natural defenses the compulsion should come on strong. It would probably work. The biggest problem is that it only encouraged her to do things she already wanted to do. That meant that if she didn't like being close to Alexander she wouldn't get close...if she did it might help push her closer. This would be good for him. For now he had it disguised as a desire for Alexander to return to this body. Simple enough. It would cut his time short though.

Alexander felt it. A small pull. The water felt nice. It would be good to go to sleep here and let his head soak...He laughed in this dream. Alexander would not fall for this. Standing up in the pool he looked over at the shore. A person stood there. She was beautiful. Powerful. But she was not complete. He could not entice Alexander with a woman whose name he didn't know. But if that man could learn her name Alexander would have a much harder time leaving. Or so he thought. Alexander shook his head, not wanting to find out either way. He had to leave. Find his way back up to the surface while the other was still weak and seal him away.

"It's fine. You can tell me your name the next time we meet." He looked her in the eyes, his yellow eyes flashing like lightning. This was a promise to her. They would meet again, and when they did he expected her to tell him his name. Hopefully he could see her at full strength when that time came. Having a lover is nice, but having a powerful lover made everything better. He moved closer to her, attempting to sit next to her. "Until then, darling."

Alexander's eyes changed back to the demonic slits that they normally were as electricity danced up and down his body for a few seconds. The other had relinquished control willingly. That was bad, but all he could do was break this connection with her and seal him completely. His only answer. Then Alexander realized that he was sitting close to her. Earlier she had moved away from him. Somehow he doubted she moved closer. What had he said to her? Did he tell her the truth? No. He wouldn't. How did he try to manipulate her, get her to tell him her name? Somehow Alexander didn't think she said anything. For now he would let her speak first, rather than cause himself more trouble.


[System]
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.

Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.

She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.

Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.

[User]
Lily's numb fingers took the sheath automatically, staring at the man who had been their guide for not even days—yet the idea of continuing on without him felt impossible. She hadn't thought about it until now, but even when the forest came alive against them, even when a demon beast was clawing its way out of their nightmares, there had been one last, illogical thought that Spook would know what to do.

Maybe he did know what he was doing now, but Lily sure as hell didn't.

He'd handed her a sword and pointed her towards her sister, who may or may not be in danger. People didn't do things like that; not for people like her. And she was going to repay him by leaving him to die alone on a barren field with disease eating him from the inside out. For a long moment, she considered drawing the weapon in her hands and staying with him, because fuck if she ever did what people told her to—but, as it did so often, reality set in.

People died. Trying to stop it would just make you one of them; she'd learned that lesson time and time again.

"You'd best come back for this soon," Lily said, unable to keep all the strain from her voice. She squeezed Spook's hand for a moment before securing her grip on the sword, holding it tightly to her chest—it would take more than a jumped-up twig sprite to take it from her now. "I could get a pretty penny for this at a smith's shop, and then where will you be? Out a good sword, that's where."

She hesitated for another long moment, her hands white at the knuckles, before she lifted her chin and turned on her heel without another word. Lily didn't look back as she broke into a jog towards the city in the wake of the trundling mech.

Gods, he deserves better.

[Assistant]
Meryn's smile was small and unsteady as Lily spoke soothing nonsense to her. Reaching up, she grabbed the offered cloth and pressed it to the side that'd started bleeding again. She eventually bent to pick up her bag, though she left her jacket untouched on the ground. Her nametag was still pinned to her undershirt.

A hand was suddenly curled around her skinny wrist in an iron grip, and Meryn jumped to attention. Spook's face was bare, crystals on display to the world as grey eyes found green. The weight of his stare stopped the breath in her throat. A mask was pushed into her hand. His mask. Meryn's eyes widened as realization dawned on her, and her gaze darted from the mask back to Spook. But then he broke contact, releasing her, and the moment was gone. But not the new weight in her hand, or in her throat.

She watched as Spook moved on to the other two, giving each their own parting gifts. It became difficult to swallow. Her eyes began to sting. Her head started to shake in denial, lips parting. More voices were coming from the robot, doling out clipped instructions, but Meryn wasn't listening. She was watching their guide push himself to his feet and turn to face the forest, as though he alone could keep the nightmares at bay. As though he could survive them.

Maybe he could.

Clinging to that small, frightened hope, Meryn watched Lily and Emma both tear themselves away, following after the robot towards the town. Meryn looked down at the mask she'd taken as his identity, eyebrows furrowed together. He was trusting her with his mask. Maybe she could trust him with this. Meryn bit her lip, and turned to look at him one last time, his figure small but solid against the shuddering tree line.

Meryn forced herself to look away and dashed to catch up with her two remaining companions.

[User]
Spook saw them off -- nodded to each one as they said their goodbyes and rushed after the robot that would lead them to safety -- and he turned to face the teeming forest.

The disease -- the Crystalline -- was spreading fast among the wood demons. It drove them crazy, filled them with rage and bloodlust. They swarmed like piranhas at the edge of the forest, screeching and clawing and mangled by dark crystals. Their eyes glowed bright and red. The death of the infected felidrake had spawned the very terror that Spook had been trying to prevent.

All around the expansive perimeter of the wasteland, the demons gathered and screamed: hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. The air was filled with their shrieks.

Spook grinned up at them. The dark crystals crept over his face and tendriled down his arms. He dropped to his knees and, with a knife, began to carve an enormous sigil into the dry ashen ground.

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A blaring alarm sounded from within the metallic walls, and a voice echoed threatening:

ANNIHILATION. DESTROY INCOMING LIFE FORMS ON SIGHT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ANNIHILATION.

With a hurried hiss and a creak, the trundling robot led Lily, Meryn and Emma around the ominous mechanical gates and into a small open side-door. The inside was bare and dark and smelled like oil and smoke; a boiler glowed hot at the far side of the stone room, and pipes hissed along the ceiling.

The robot raced directly toward the back of the room -- but as soon as Emma entered, a guard pointed a bayonet at her chest and led her to an empty side of the hot stone room. "State your name and your business," he demanded harshly, with an undertone of fear. They could hear the howling alarms and the rumbling voice on the speakers within the city. "Are you carrying any weapons?"

Lily was next, and a second guard separated her from Emma at the point of a bayonet, leading her to the opposite side of the room under threat of impalement. "Put the sword down and state your name," the guard growled. "Drop all your weapons. Don't think we believe for a second that you're here for 'safe harbor' -- not when you've brought hell down on us. Why shouldn't we just shoot you?"

Meryn was the last to enter, and the door slammed shut as soon as she'd crossed the threshold. A third guard had been waiting by the door, and shoved her forward into the room toward the boiler. "Please state your name and your business," the guard commanded with a tremble of fear. His musket was pointed steadily at her chest. He gave her a moment, and then raised his voice. "TALK. State your name and your business! This isn't a joke!"

Lily's guard glanced across at his comrade. "Just shoot her if she won't cooperate."

Outside, on the other side of the door they had just come through, the screeching of the infected demons rose to a piercing pitch. Across the opposite door by the boiler, which led into the city, alarms blared and crowds roared and guns popped.

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From Ronken's vantage point, he had a front-row view of the swelling angry crowds of dirty workmen and half-crazed addicts and violent gangsters looking for something to kill. The uniformed guards crossed their bayonets and held the citizens back from the door in the wall, where the travelers were being interrogated before they might be let into the city. The people of Cogswall demanded to know what was happening, where the threat was, who these people were -- they called for the travelers to be shot, while some groups screamed that they should be let through for safety, while still others were shoving everyone else in hopes of causing a riot against the government. Some of the guards fired their muskets into the air, but it did little but antagonize the throngs of people.

A huge brassy automaton whirred and creaked as it stepped through the parting crowd; it towered over them, and its driver at its head paid them no attention. The clockwork mecha grasped the edge of the wall and -- with a yank of a few levers and wheels by its goggled driver -- hauled itself up and over the wall.

While the city roiled and boomed, Ronken would feel a tap on his shoulder. Someone slightly shorter than himself -- robed and hidden in a deep hood -- spoke in a grinning, feminine voice: "You look like somebody who doesn't give a shit 'bout what the hell's goin' on. I like you."

She produced a small bag of newly minted gold coins, which she held out to him with a delicate brown hand. With the other hand, she extended to him a sealed envelope.

"Tellya what. There's one of those Travelers in there with a brass mask. I'll pay you double to deliver a message."

[Assistant]
What's going on?

The day was going by fairly normally for Scarlet as he went about his business through the marketplace. Those who owned their own buildings knew not to let him inside and anyone who owned a stall all watched him with cautious stares a tight grip on a club or weapon just in case. Scarlet has been known to attack those who got in his way after all. Just as he was chatting up a beady eyed man running a potentially illegitimate business in "borrowed" goods the skies suddenly began to shriek and wail as the sirens were brought to life. Everyone, Scarlet included, jumped at the sudden blaring with each person having similar reactions. Confusion, fear, panic, and curiosity. Something was going on at the front entrance and the streets were rapidly emptying as people either fled to their homes or ran to the front entrance where all the commotion seemed to stem from. Scarlet was no fool he knew that this was the absolute perfect chance to score big time. Immediately he began to rush down the streets eyes filled with curiosity and greed.

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Everything was loud. The sirens were loud. The people were loud, and the occasional gunshots didn't help either. All in all coming to the source of the noise was probably going to leave him with a massive headache. How could Scarlet have resisted, though? Already he has lined his pockets with a fistful of change courtesy of all those who decided it was far more important to pay attention to the Travelers that were currently hidden away than to their own pockets. The bag that hung around his neck jingled happily as Scarlet wove through the crowd. The nice thing about being a vagrant was that either people ignored you or plainly don't notice your existence at all. Only those who were looking for him in the first place would see him. Someone like a guard standing nearly six feet tall armed with a bayoneted musket rifle. Which was exactly what Scarlet ran face first into as he breached the front of the crowd. Knocked right onto his behind Scarlet stared up at the metal blade that was now pointed directly at his face.

"You lil' shitbag you give me that stolen coin this instant before I put a shot right in yer head. Don't think I didn't see ya either. Filth the whole lot of you. I ought to shoot you right here regardless. It'd be my civic duty it would. I could say you tried to rush that there door."

Scarlet stared cross-eyed at the tip of the sharp bayonet as it hung before him almost as though it were a guillotine hanging above his head. Sweat beaded down his face as he contemplated everything he has done in life as it seemed to be reaching its end. This act by the guard wasn't going unnoticed as the people closest around him had begun vehemently cursing and insulting the man for raising a weapon against a child. A child, mind you, that may or may not have previously swiped the coin from their pocket not minutes earlier. What they didn't know wouldn't kill them Scarlet thought to himself as he used the distraction of the shouting crowd to slap the musket to the side. Instantly he got onto all fours and charged into the knees of the guard as hard as he could toppling him to the ground. Scarlet rolled past the collapsed guard and immediately froze as several muskets were now aimed at him.

"Get away from the door this instant!"

A guard kept shouting this order at him but it seemed as though all sound had stopped working in Scarlet's ears. Behind him stood the doors and behind those stood the Travelers and in front of him stood death with naught but a wall of noise and flesh behind it.

Oh God please somebody help.


[System]
Gender:
 Female
 Appearance:
 Rather short for perhaps what one thinks of when they think 'Goddess' standing at a fairly short 4'4, Yana has dusky, dark skin with eyes colored like the brightest emeralds. While some other Gods possess human traits, her domain and overall abilities have given her a somewhat unique more animalistic appearance. Black furry ears, and four rather lively tails with seeming minds of their own, able to move and twist about like serpents ready to devour any sinner in their vicinity.
 Personality:
 A wild, feral goddess of Hunting and Judgement who behaves as severe as one may expect a god of these divinities may behave. She inherently believes there is a strict morality and righteousness to the world, and any breaker of that morality is subject to divine judgement from herself. She will uphold this justice and punish evildoers with all the ferocity of a wild beast, sparing little for their pleas of mercy or repentance. Once judgement has been called, it can not be stopped. This of course, doesn't mean she's a mindless bringer of justice. She has just as much cunning and care as a beast might that is stalking prey. She knows when best to engage, and knows that most times, things do not require such extreme measures.

 She carries herself with all the dignity and grace that a wild beast might. Graceful, respectful but brutal and ferocious without taking insults or slights to her name without causing unneeded cruelty. Some would say this is arrogance on her part, and indeed, perhaps there is a little bit of that, but she is strong, and that is not something she should simply ignore.

 Her opinion on humans are simple - incredibly weak...but worth protecting. She loves nothing more than to simply watch them, go about their mundane lives, but finds it difficult to completely interact with them outside of business. She spent a week thinking of how to simply say hi to someone once. She's not using her aloof arrogance to hide shyness, definitely not.
 Domain:
 Hunting and Judgement
 Abilities:
 As she is a Goddess of Judgement, Yana possess abilities that instill order and rebuke those who commit sin and evil. There shall be no lies in her presence that can not be revealed, no deception that she doesn't sense, and no sin or evil creatures in her presence. This also puts her into a direct conflict with demons and other foul, abominable creatures born of whatever evil infects the world - they will be eradicated with all the righteous, feral fury she possesses. She can also purify such evil, even non-physical evil such as curses or lingering malignancy, though it may take some time if she can no directly devour it with her tails. That is to say, when facing such creatures her very nature rebukes them and they will cower and be weakened in her presence.

 Of course, this is just one half of her divine authority - the other being that of Hunts. Like a feral beast stalking its prey through the forest, she too, stalks evil and will devour it completely. This gives her a surprisingly stout and agile physicality, likely second only to some gods who domains solely focus on fighting or warfare. As well as skilled with a number of weapons and near preternatural senses for the hunt, such when something is dangerous, or when to avoid something how to stay and move unseen, how to move quietly without making a noise. Just like laws of man, she too also upholds fairness and law in the wild and once upon a time, lived as such within the forests of her old jungle domain.

 These two domains combine in a rather terrifyingly potent combination for sinners and those she 'Marks' as those judged to be evil. Anyone deemed as such, will find her relentlessly pursuing them until they are devoured by her tails. Once she gets even a single whiff of their scent, there shall be no recourse but to run for eternity or stand and bravely face your end. The ultimate expression of this power was being able to take the form of a massive, black hound stalking the land and devouring evil whole.

 Unfortunately, many of these abilities of evil-busting and hunting have become completely ineffective. Even her ability to sense and purify it has dwindled to that of normal human senses. All she has currently is her physical body, and manipulate her tails to fight and judge evil with. Don't be fooled though, the tails are basically four extra appendages. Four extra appendages with sharp teeth, ability to grow, elongate, and devour anything they get their mouths on and swallow it whole.

 Brief Backstory:
 A goddess once worshiped by those in areas perhaps less civilized, primarily in both a desert and tropical jungle regions and those who perhaps, sought justice and retribution against others outside of normal systems. After all, the human systems may be fallible, but a goddess judgement? Flawless. Perfect. Not a single one could argue. Even so, she was well known and widely at one point in those regions to be the purveyor of justice, hunters of evil, and the Goddess one should prey to for fruitful hunts.

 With a sword that vanquished demons and sinners, and tails that purified curses and evil, she stalked the sands and jungle, doling out punishments and stalking any demon that so dared to tread upon the earth.

 Yet, like all Gods that day, she met her end. How absurd, she thought. How pathetic. She doesn't remember what it was, of course. No one does...but she does know, that whatever it was, she'd have stood against it with fangs bared and gave it a good wallop before passing. What else is there to say? Surely you don't want to hear about the hunts.

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Aureia, of gold, commerce, wealth,and the far less important, trivial aspects of travel and luck

The door at the top of the staircase was a very sturdy looking barrier. The fact that it had been dented meant that whatever the mortals were using to try and breach it was a very powerful weapon, indeed. More intriguing, though, was the way the doors slid open as she approached it, but even that became of little interest compared to what the open door revealed.

Like the mortals before her, Aureia had to take a pause to take in the enormity of the scene in front of her. Her eyes narrowed as she observed the blood and gore, the number of dead and living, and their equipment. It seemed, even ten thousand years later, there would always be armor and swords, however unusual. The strange tube-like devices in their hands were another thing entirely, though. They had been shooting volleys at the door—where were the siege engines that could do damage to such a strong door? It was entirely possible that what they wielded were strange staves, and they had been firing volleys of spells at the door, though if that were the case, then she must be very weak indeed, if she couldn't detect the magic.

Her eyes drifted to the carnage on the ground. A lopsided battle and a heroic stand had occurred here. In the past, the knowledge of such parties would have been trivial to her, but here, she only had her eyes to work with—who are these two parties of mortals, and more importantly, which group was affiliated with the priestess or had otherwise summoned the gods? By color palette alone, she had to assume the white-clad priestess was more likely to be familiar with the fallen knight than the crimson-armored soldiers.

As the patron of commerce, though, she knew better than to assume, and instead contented herself for the moment to observe the exchange between the commander and his subordinate, finding it amusing.

She took the time to pick her own brain on how she'd introduce herself, vocalizing her thoughts at the same time. "Hmm… what should I say? It's been ten thousand years. Maybe something quick, since there's so many people. Maybe 'Hello, mortal'? But that's so uninspired," she muttered, before realizing she was being addressed, and rudely, at that. "Oh. Ahem. Greetings, mortal. Oh. Oh my, oh dear. You mortals can't be serious. You wouldn't mind repeating that again, would you?" Fake friendliness filled the tone of her voice as she processed the gall of the man's statement. She'd give him the benefit of the doubt, it was ten thousand years and all, maybe it was some strange slang, because she was pretty sure the man had just tried to order around the divine under the authority of some mortal pretty boy. A pretty bad first impression, all things considered. Surely they weren't…?

Oh, they were doubling down. Aureia had been in a good mood from being reawakened, but threatening her and insulting a fellow goddess –one that she respected-- in such an impudent way was a very effective way to ruin that.

"I am Aureia, goddess of wealth and commerce. And travel and luck, but that is far less important. That 'beastkin' you see there is the Goddess of Hunting and Judgment. By what insolence do you and your 'holy' emperor presume to make a mockery of the divine and order us around?" She shifted her umbrella forwards, pointing it directly at the face of the red armored commander. It had taken on a dangerous appearance; the tip had morphed into a golden spike, and a single spoke along the edge had transformed into a long, thin razor along the length of the umbrella.

She gave them a polite smile. Still riding some of her good mood, she gave them one last chance. She doubted the rest of her fellow gods would be as forgiving and wait for their response, but whatever.

"How about I offer a counter proposal? Surrender and submit to our judgment, or die."

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Hexagonal Chamber - O'Menus

The scene before him was of a different kind than he was use to. The viscera, strewn about organs and splattering of blood, the desperate death-prone bodies; most gripping or squeezing onto their last vestiges of mortality was typically ashes where he dispensed his ordinance. A particularly damaged warrior, filled with puncture holes and stabbed by swords, held his cold gaze the longest. 'Useless specks, even killing is a messy deed for them... Though that weapon looks valuable.'

He fixed his eyes onto the stupidest of the armored-mortals, the one so idiotically bold or misled that he presumed to speak to Gods of divinity. That roused the core of his being, the heat that permeated his entirety, to attention. For a moment, he could remember what his original strength felt like, it allowed him to pull the vestiges together. To rally his now meager strength to its fullness.

The sudden roar, or rather the luminance and birth of his flames pushed, Aureia's proposal into a death-sentence. The harsh light bloomed over the darkness for just a moment. The mortals didn't deserve his emotions; the scene that laid before him, before all the Gods, had decided they were ready to die. Apathetically, he considered them, wary of their tubular weapons. The flames that spewed from him gathered around his right forearm, a barren kite shield of hard-fire forming into existence.

"There will be no surrender. They have threatened Gods... their fates will be death," he spoke aloud. He hoisted together all his Godly might and sprinted into action. Forming the shield, coupled with his show of strength was draining. He needed a weapon so he snatched the white blade from the dead warrior nearby and rushed towards the army. He assumed those puncture holes were made from those tubular sticks they were aiming at them. He covered his torso with the shield and ran straight for the horned-headed mortal, sword held at his side, ready for an exterminating decapitation.