[System]
Caesar Inu
Basics
Epithet: The Wolf of the Blue
Race: Human / Mink hybrid
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Caesar is unlike any other male Mink one might find in or outside their Homeland, and a large part of that is from his human father.

Caesar is fairly humanoid, even by Mink standards. At his head you'll find golden blond, neck length hair, while his fur is more of a dirty blond, and very fine across his body. His eyes shine out from all this light color as a deep, emerald green that twinkle with intelligence rarely shown. Furthermore, his face is very similar to a dog's, complete with a nose that's more like a snout, oversized canines, and perky ears that point up most of the time out of his golden hair.

Further down his body one will notice he's muscular, much more so than the average human would be. His hands have dark nails that are a little sharp and more pointed than a human's, as do his feet.

The other thing of note that one might notice first is that Caesar is always in shorts. No shirt, no shoes, unless he absolutely has to. These shorts have a hole in the back for his tail, which is normally curved up closer to his back than sticking out.

For measurements, Caesar stands at full height at 5'5", weighing only 130 pounds. This adds to his lean but muscular look, as there's not too much limb length compared to torso height.

Please view the image below for how his tail and ears would look.

Position: Fighter
Bounty: 0
Jolly Roger: A simple Wolf head howling over crossed bones. No one ever accused Caesar of putting too much work into anything....
Image courtesy of Ban

Background
Ambition: Caesar's one dream is to become rich enough to never have to do anything ever again. Money paves all roads, after all.
Likes:* Napping
* Fighting
* Relaxing (particularly in the sun)
* A good drink
* Friends he can joke with
* The Breeze of the Sea
* Swimming
* Strong fighters

Dislikes:* Being cold
* Doing work
* Weak fighters
* Snow and hail, because what Devil designed that crap?
* Thunder
* Heights of 15 feet or higher

Quirks: * Considering he is half Mink, Caesar is incredibly, incredibly lazy.
* Caesar snorts when he laughs
* He also bares his teeth when he laughs
* Very prone to farting himself awake during a nap
* Not very concerned with his fur like most Minks, but still treasures it.
* Does not follow Mink deities, or any deities for that matter
* Will eat any meat, unlike how normal Minks refrain from eating furred creatures
* Prone to taking bones to bury or chew on
* Very weird about his height. He thinks he's much taller than he actually is, and is in denial over his actual height

Personality: Caesar is a very determined creature... Very determined to do as little as he actively has to. That includes training, working, and exerting effort. Why should he, when he never has needed to before?

He is, however, incredibly loyal to his friends and family. He'll risk his life, if needed, for them. Insult someone he cares about? No amount of laziness will truly stop him from removing a piece of you. He feels honor bound to those he forms relationships with, to a fault.

Furthermore, Caesar is incredibly kind at heart, even if he hides it under arrogance and disdain to others. He'll bring you the moon if he considers you a friend, given time to be motivated enough to bother with it.

Buried beneath all of this, however, is a deep seated fear of heights that is nearly paralyzing in most situations.

History: Very little is known about Caesar's mother, as she died while he was only two and his father refuses to speak of her. "Never looked back, never want to," he says when asked.

Not long after this death, however, Caesar's father took them far across the South Blue to Karate Island. They'd be safe, and Caesar could train like his mother was always doing.

Without much Mink upbringing all the way out in the South Blue, Caesar adopted strange mannerisms instead in the years that followed. He spent his younger years training with the Masters in Karate Island's rocky terrain and lush tropical climate, suffering from the heat like the rest of the Minks.

Easily outpacing all others he came across, Caesar simply became lazy in time. Why train and improve when he was already the strongest being around? By the age of ten, he'd almost quit training entirely, preferring to train himself against the heat by basking in the sun for hours everyday.

While this did help build up a sort of tolerance to the heat, Caesar decided he couldn't truly overcome the slowness in combat he suffers in the heat.

And so he spent his days relaxing, longing for a challenge and desperately hoping one wouldn't come at the same time.

Some time after the forming of the Red Rum Pirates, Caesar was out swimming. He enjoys to swim, one of the few things he isn't completely lazy on, and had found himself far from Karate Island's shore. Drifting along the calm Sea, he was attacked by a shark. Effortlessly handling the situation, and really just playing with it, the Red Rum Pirates stumbled across the situation and promptly 'saved' Caesar, who found it was too much effort to explain they were incorrect and just rolling with it. After all, they had tried to save him, and that alone gained his respect and admiration, labeling everyone on the ship as a friend.

From there it was again too much effort in his mind to return to his boring life, and he saw no reason why he couldn't relax with his new friends anyways, so he stuck around.

Combat Specialties
Skills and Abilities: * Stronger than the average man
* Skilled in swordsmanship and basic martial arts
* Great swimmer, not so great at climbing
* Better regenerative abilities, like most Minks
* Increased metabolism
* Can tie a basic knot
* Faster than average, particularly if he goes on all fours
* Electro - can produce electric shocks from his body, but it's only strong enough to maybe put you on your ass on a good day. If he's motivated enough, he can channel this though his machete.

Devil Fruit: N/A
Haki: VOID
Gear: A blade given to him by his father, a simple machete. He feels no need to actively carry anything else on him at all times.
Fighting Style: Punches, kicks, and cuts. He'll just try and break you with his super strength and stamina. Offensive, but plays smart by looking for openings.
Techniques:
 Omni Slash:  Caesar can charge his machete with his Electro for a power up, and then release the charge in a shockwave for a decent range attack.

 One Finger Death Punch:  Caesar centralizes his Electro into one finger, greatly increasing the impact generated upon collision to nearly double his normal punch.

 Shock Shield:  Caesar covers himself in a layer of Electro to protect himself from attacks by shocking anything that gets too close, particularly people. This is incredibly draining to do, however, so he can't keep it up for now than a few seconds.

 Seizure:  He shocks people with Electro through their head, sending electricity coursing through their brain and knocking them unconscious for a while.

Nakama
 DISCLAIMER
The Nakama section for Caesar is based more on future developments, seeing as he's only been with the crew for about three days at the start of the IC. That is all.

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On the whole, Caesar is highly protective of the crew because of his tight bonds of friendship and kinship, fully feeling like they are family to him.

 Bonesword:
Caesar is highly protective of the Skelekid, despite the general lack of closeness. Part of this is because of their friendship, but largely because Bonesword is made of bones. Great quality bones. Beyond that they get along well enough given their shared mental ages.

Dirk:
Caesar sees Dirk as an incredibly weird man, and as such takes a more cautious approach to their interactions, never quite sure how the former slave will react.

 Cedric:
Caesar and Cedric have a love-hate relationship. On the one hand, Cedric is the Captain and a drinking buddy for Caesar. They have great synergy and Caesar respects Cedric. However, they butt heads because Caesar is, well, lazy and Cedric feels like he can do so much better, leading to a little bit of resentment and exasperation from Caesar.

 Drake:
Caesar see Slick as a bit weird, but loves the man to death for being a great cook and for recognizing the need to sit back and relax. There's yet to be an issue between the two.

Izuna:
Caesar generally gets along alright with Izuna, but they come at odds often enough because Caesar is a 'lazy deadbeat' who has zero idea of the value of hard work.

Feya:
Caesar and Feya are often at odds. He's lazy and she hates it, and she dislikes some of the food Slick makes up. Furthermore Caesar can't figure out why she is so pale looking, let alone why she's do hell bent on fitness.

 Lilliana:
Caesar is incredibly interested in the mechanic woman. He enjoys helping her break things, and he finds her constant bouncing around as both irritating and amusing. Beyond that he doesn't have many issues with her. Their shared enjoyment of open skies makes up for the fact that Caesar honestly can't stand her motherly instincts half the time. He never had one, and he feels he doesn't need one now.

[User]
Captain Cedric D. Boone - Cannon Castle X
Responding to @Gardevoiran and @Leaves

Boone looked to Bonekid and smiled, "Thanks friend! I'm not very easy on the yes, Bawhahahahaha!" He took his clothes back and dressed himself. He was still muddy, but now he was covered. He sat down in the stands and rested. Sighing to himself. It had been a tough match, but he'd come out on top in the end.

He watched Runch decimate his foe with chess-like strategy. Taking him apart. Even when the man thought he was ahead, he was only one step behind. It culminated in the grand finale as the man bulged out like a balloon. Then Boone yelled out in congradulations, "You took him down Captain! That's the chef we need right now! Bawhahahaha!"

Feya began to do a group huddle which Cedric happily joined. Team spirit was one of the 5 basic crew groups. Or was it good groups? Regardless he wholeheartedly agreed and slammed his head into the center along with the rest of them. Then he fell over from the impact and was knocked unconscious. Apparently Feya and Bonekid's heads were much harder then he anticipated.

[Assistant]
Dirk Messir - Dirkwing Dirk Does Dirk Deeds
The fact that you lucked out about this so dramatically doesn't make you any better of a person. You're still a horrible freak.

Nooope. I win, loser. I got the ally, and he donuts even knows about the sparoons. He won it. He is the best.

Except you suck Fool! You can't succeed Idiot!

Yes. You will succeed. You'll be the succeedest to ever succeed. And furthermore, you have top deer there was then that deer taste. In coats.

'Okay, Smish, we should get to the go,' Dirk malts, patting Smeth on the back to get him to start going. 'And we'll tell everyone we just beat up first. Wait, no. Jim can do that. Big Tiger Jim. We'll go the opposite directing round first.' Yes, perfect plotan. He's going to do it. They will do it, and it'll be good.

'...should there be less obverse imagey?' you asked first, for obvious reasons that he was about to say. 'It might be obverse, and people will tell Brulee Bill about it.'

...wait.

'Obvious, I meant.'

Good Job, Dirk! That Correction Was Very Useful For Him!

He was is am knowing of this, Big Guy. Yaes.


[System]
* Age: 28
* Appearance: "Anyone in my employ is under my protection." Toshiko has red hair, red eyes, and pale skin.
* Personality: Toshiko enjoys spending life with people she cares about, and generally makes for fairly pleasant company. However, she will change her behavior depending on the situation. When talking to employees, she is friendly, calm, and kind. When speaking with a perpetrator, for example, she makes a drastic change, approaching cruelty. In addition, it is not difficult to rouse her to anger and she has a remarkable lack of patience for someone who has taken a profession as a detective. When sufficiently angered, she will remove her glasses and and begin taking things extremely seriously. She enjoys cigarettes and seems to have something against organizing her office. Toshiko's ultimate goal is to attain immortality, as well as ensure no-one causes too many problems that interfere with having a pleasant life. Toshiko is terrible with money and spends incredibly frequently, sometimes on magical items and other times on things she simply thinks are interesting.
* Abilities: Toshiko's Affinity is Fire. As such, she is highly skilled in spells relating to fire. She is capable of casting spells by "carving" symbols in the air using a lit cigarette. Notable among her spells is an Instant Ignition spell. While it requires a full rune to be "carved" in the air, it will instantly ignite a target. As Toshiko's affinity is fire, she is also skilled with spells involving "consumption", "ignition", and "destruction". In addition, she has learned spells outside of her affinity. These spells are primarily wards and illusions, which she uses to conceal the Fu Sonzai no Gensō building from the eyes of regular humans. She is also capable of self-healing spells that can heal serious injury, though not something that will cause instant or very rapid death, and she must be conscious to use them.
* Weapons/Equipment: Toshiko has a great deal of cigarettes with her at almost all times. Not only does she like them, but they aid her casting.
* Brief Backstory: Toshiko was born into the Ando family, a family of magi with the goal of accessing Origin of All Magic, the wellspring from which all mana extends from that contains and infinite wealth of magical knowledge, all spells ever created, that ever will be created. Early in life, Toshiko was mentored in magic by her grandfather. When she reached her late teens, she was sent to a Mage Circle in London to train. It was here that she chose to abandon her family's goal, firmly believing it to be unattainable. While her family was initially outraged by her decision and desired to kill her, they eventually decided she would simply need punishment instead. This was, in part, because Toshiko's sister had not displayed the same desire to give up. Deciding to pursue the goal of immortality, Toshiko returned to Japan and founded the Fu Sonzai no Gensō detective agency in an effort to ensure pleasant life wasn't disrupted. Also to make money.

[User]
For a few moments, the black-haired girl rubbed at her temples and winced, not finding the strength to do anything other then try and sooth the throbbing ache in her skull. However, as those moments passed, it seemed like the pain must have been lessening, and slowly she opened her eyes... and then they widened as memories came flooding to her.

"Blonde hair! One was little and she had blonde hair!" she cried, waving her hands in the air, "She looked kind of like... like a doll! She was like... a little doll? Not literally but she looked really fragile! She only had socks on too and she stepped on my nail when she was coming in and then I jumped out to stop them! But then the bigger one, she had black hair, and she got really mad and hit me in the face!"

[Assistant] "Do you have any more details?" she said. This was a small step forwards--there had been two thieves, one having left the bloodstain behind and presumably removed the stained sock (or used it as a bandage?), for certain. There was little useful new information, though. Their second intruder was able to hit you in the face and disable somehow, possibly through force or through the rune that she had just removed, "For instance, were they known to your group or your employers? Did they have other distinguishing features?"

[User]
"Ummm.... I don't think we know them at all..." the maid looked thoughtful for a few moments, before glancing at Tomoko. The older woman shook her head, seeming just as surprised at the appearance of the two thieves as the maid was. Indeed, things seemed like they were really rather confusing in this circumstance, as far as the Daidouji household was concerned. There wasn't any recognition from either the family members or the maid. At least, not Tomoko and this specific maid.

"Er... Oh, I think the blonde one had... blue eyes?" she said, "I can't remember what color the black-haired ones' eyes were... even though she hit me in the face..."

The maid seemed rather sour about that last part.

[Assistant]
It seemed that neither of the mansion's residents had any idea who the invaders could be--a pity, since Ryuuko had no more idea herself and pink eyes were more unusual than indicative of any further abilities. The most that could be achieved with this information was to possibly ask after anyone of a matching description fleeing the mansion the previous night.

"I shall go inform Ando-shishou of further discoveries. It would be beneficial if you could search the mansion for anybody matching those descriptions, as the thieves may not have left yet," the purple-haired girl stated, bowing perfunctorily and walking back towards the entrance. Provided that she didn't get lost, it should be easy to find the vase-storing room and her teacher within short order.

[User] While the vase-storing room was easy enough to return to, it seemed as if something had perhaps gone amiss. Neither Toshiko nor the daughter of the Daidouji family remained there. Just where had they gone, and what were they doing?

[Assistant]
As if tracing her steps once wasn't enough, both her employer and their current guide had gone elsewhere in the mansion without warning. With a sigh, Ryuuko began to look around the room once again, this time for any trace of runework--on the case, nearby it, or even on the walls and ceiling. Though with the Daidouji's own brand of magic being western, it wouldn't be out of place at all... and Yuuno wasn't around to explain whether that should be there or not.

When she was done, if they hadn't already returned, the purple-haired girl rose up and turned to leave the room again. If she could find a maid, which shouldn't be hard at all, they ought to know where the hell the other two had gotten to... or anywhere that Yuuno might like to hang around, at least.

[User]
Eventually, the maid directed Ryuuko to the dining hall, where she had seen both Toshiko and Yuuno heading to. She hadn't disturbed them, as it was likely they were busy with something relating to the case. Regardless of just what it was, Toshiko had seemed in quite a hurry. Perhaps there had been some sort of revelation regarding the case?

Either way, it was clear where they were.

Upon arriving there, Ryuuko would see Toshiko and Yuuno seated beside one another. Toshiko seemed rather pleased with herself, so there must have been some kind of development.

[Assistant]
It was definitely strange that the pair of them had relocated into the dining hall but, given that her own sources of information had stemmed from accosting an unfortunate maid in the hallways, Ryuuko wasn't one to judge. She announced her arrival into the room and bowed perfunctorily--it was somewhat annoying to have found no more information on further examination of the room.

"Ando-san, Yuuno-chan, I have been able to learn more information about our thief. Firstly, calling them a thief is inaccurate, there were two partners in this crime. Secondly, we are dealing with both a western mage and an onmyouji."

[User]
"Ah, good work, Ryuuko-kun," said Toshiko, rising to her feet with a smile. Indeed, it was more then Toshiko had managed to find. Outside of those few clues that they had already discovered already, there hadn't been much of anything. But now... that was interesting. A western mage and an onmyouji? It was a shame to interrupt her little talk with Yuuno, who was now rather nervously shifting in her seat and looking back over her shoulder at Ryuuko, but this was important.

"Both a Western Mage and an onmyouji, huh? That's interesting..." she trailed off for a few moments. "And one was blonde, too... do you know anything about the other? One was small and blonde... was the other taller and with black hair?

Toshiko was having growing suspicions in regards to the nature of the theft.

[Assistant]
"According to the maid, her partner matches that description, though she couldn't provide more details because of being knocked out right away," Ryuuko said. So these people were already known to Toshiko? It was hardly enough clues to construct a legal case but when you were dealing with magic that had never been an option in the first place. It seemed that their job might already be finished despite the relatively short time that had been spent here.

She was a bit confused by Yuuno's reaction. Was her sword more prominent than it had been before or was her backup knife showing? The younger girl had seemed perfectly comfortable around her earlier in the day...

[User]
"... Then I have a feeling I know exactly who was behind this," Toshiko replied, "Though I have no idea what end they might be seeking, this doesn't sound like their normal fair."

After a moment's pause, where the redheaded mage thought over exactly how to reveal what she knew.

"The thieves are, most likely, a pair of girls known as Kitty and Bunny," she said, finally, "They're typically known for stealing high-profile items using magic, then return them roughly a day later without any explanation. They're in it for the sport, in other words, rather then to keep whatever it is that they've taken. The mundane media regards them as phantoms, and to be honest so does quite a bit of our community as well. However, that doesn't mean we don't know what they look like. Kitty is a short, doll-like girl from Italy with blonde hair. Bunny is a taller Japanese girl with short black hair. Kitty is a mage, Bunny is an onmyouji."

After a moment's pause, Toshiko continued.

"I'm not certain it's them, but the more I hear about these details the more I suspect it's the case.

Yuuno remained silent, giving an occasional nervous glare towards Ryuuko.

[Assistant]
From the sounds of it, the thieves would normally be returning the stolen item sometime tonight, which would make this whole theft nothing more than an elaborate test of the mansion's security and payment for doing absolutely nothing useful on their part. They could simply identify the perpetrators to Tomoko and be on their way. "What makes you think that this is any different from a normal theft? We can simply wait for tonight and for the return of the vase."

"Have I done something, Yuuno-chan?" Ryuuko asked, smoothing her kimono in case it was something about her appearance, even though the girl didn't seem the type. Being looked at so harshly for no apparent reason was quite unnerving...

[User]
"Well... their thefts are normally high-profile, mundane items," Toshiko explained, adjusting her glasses as she did. "They take it long enough to generate a buzz and speculation, then return it just like that. They're not in it for anything more then the sport, the entertainment. They want to see people run about in a panic, only for the stolen item to be returned as if it had never disappeared in the first place. So a theft like this, for them, is very strange... strange enough that I'd suspect someone else if not for those descriptions. Something strange is going on."

Meanwhile, Yuuno simply averted her eyes and let out a huff, blushing faintly.

"I-I was talking with Toshiko-san, I don't like being interrupted!" she said, quickly.

Toshiko simply smiled. "Of course you don't. In any case, the we can't count on the vase being returned."

[Assistant]
"If they wouldn't normally do this, do you have any idea how to contact or trap them? My family has a lot of reach and we might be able to arrange buying it off them if we can supply a reason for knowing they have it... then just take it," Ryuuko suggested, treating the idea of robbing the thieves entirely too easily. She'd extort them without a second's thought, too. "Though I would rather deal with this without falling back on my connections."

Yuuko's explanation, as shallow as it had been, was accepted without question: there were more important things to deal with right now than how angry a teenager was at someone walking into the room. She might be able to find out the real reason why later but the job took precedence.

[User]
"I don't think that will be necessary. Given the circumstances, the time since the item was stolen, and the size of the item, it's likely they haven't left the local area," Toshiko replied. Before she hadn't been so certain, but even the phantom thieves were unlikely to be able to take an object that large particularly far this quickly. And to be frank, she expected that they were being paid, or perhaps extorted, to steal this item. It was after all out of the realm of their usual operations. "It means our next move is to attempt to locate them. If I'm correct, it might be possible to scry their location."

She paused for a moment.

"Not by looking for the vase, but by using that scrap of ofuda."

[Assistant] "Is my help required for this, or should I prepare for possible violence?" the apprentice asked, thinking back to the maid's statement about being... well, hit in the face. If they actually went out to recover the vase in person and one of the thieves was injured, it seemed quite likely that things would get out of hand.


[System]
Normal-
Age: 15

Appearance: Corrine is a pale skinned, slender young lady. She has painted red lips, and a pink tint to her cheeks, ears and nose. She has full lashes framing deep brown eyes. Her hair is black and groomed into a sleek bob that reaches just below her chin. In civilian form, a section of her hair is secured behind her head with a ribbon. She always wears fashion-forward clothes, including a pair of miniature raccoon tail earrings, and often wears sunglasses because of her sensitivity to light.

Backstory: Corrine was born to the Jiang-Smith family, an upper-middle class family living in Washington, as the and only daughter. She has 2 brothers, an elder and a younger. Her mother was born in Beijing, China, to a poor family. Her father, Alexander Smith, head partner of a successful law firm, was travelling there, when they met each other by chance. The two became immediately smitten with each other. A few months later, they were married with a son on the way, so when Alexander asked her to move back to Washington with him she accepted.

Due to her father being held in high regard because of his status, Corrine was exposed to the public and press from a young age. She soon learned that there were high expectations of her, from inside her home and out. Her mother wanted her daughter to have as good of a life as possible, while her father wanted her to be prepared for the world. She was placed under strict rules of how to act, speak, and hold herself so as to ensure their daughters successful life. Corrine understands that they are trying to do good by her, even if they don't realise how isolated it makes her feel. She was taught by her mother how to be a proper lady, and was told at a young age that you should hide your weaknesses so that they cannot be used against you.

Her mother constantly coddling her and her father too busy running his firm and raising her brothers, Corrine felt all around dissatisfied with her current situation. All she wanted to be able to do was to choose for herself, to make her own mistakes instead of having her life chosen for her.

Personality: When in her civilian form, she has a reserverved, almost cold air about her. She has a level head and calm demeanor. She is mostly polite, but a little blunt, and is naturally a bit awkward, to her mother's dismay. Pretty klutzy, constantly bumps into things, but doesn't seem to mind. She is usually quiet person, and is very shy. She seems scary, but if you manage to befriend her and charm her parents enough for them to let you associate with her, she's very sweet and funny person. As Nocturne, she is upbeat, charming, and generally a huge dork who'll befriend just about anyone, including rocks.

Corrine has achromatopsia, which causes her to be completely color blind. She sees the world in different shades of gray, black, and white. This also causes her to have decreased vision, which is mostly the reason for her clumsiness, as well as a sensitivity to light. She always carries around a pair of sunglasses, sometimes even wearing them indoors.

Hero-
Name: Nocturne

Appearance: As Nocturne, her sleek hair becomes windswept, slightly curly, and if you look closely you can see it's slanted to the left. Her once deep brown eyes morph into a bright amber. Her suit is themed to resemble a raccoon, with a gray, black and white colour scheme. The suit itself is a smokey grey, with a lighter grey oval in the middle of her stomach and chest. She has black thigh high boots, black gloves that reach to her elbows with slight claws on the end, and a black stripe around her neck. Tied around her waist is a long scarf-like cloth with a striped pattern. She has a black mask, and a headband with raccoon ears, and two white ribbons tied to either side of the headband.

Miraculous: Her miraculous is a pair of raccoon tail earrings, each with a small gem at the top. After she activates her main power, her miraculous starts chirping and the 5 stripes start disappearing according to how much time she has left.

Powers:
Active power: Absolute Access- This gives her the power to open anything, no matter how complex the lock. This includes anything that can be sealed (doors, chests, etc). Also includes electronic locks. After she uses this once her countdown begins.

Inactive powers:
Touch- Corrine's sense of touch is incredible. She is able to 'see' objects by touching them, and doesn't even need to see to be able to navigate. This is helpful to her, especially with her poor eyesight.
Night vision- Corrine is able to see in the dark, making it easy to maneuver in what others would consider pitch black.
Climbing- Thanks to the small claws on her cloves and the bottom of her boots, she is able to climb without the need for hand and footholds.
Anti-camouflage: Thanks to her color blindness, she is easily able to pick out camouflaged enemies.
Stealth: She is able to sneak around easier, without making as much noises. This is helpful if there is a need to remain unnoticed. Doesn't really help much with people with enhanced senses, but is useful for sneaking out of the house.

Weapon: A whip which, like Chat Noir's, can infinitely extend and retract, and can be used to grab onto objects and people if necessary. The handle has a compartment which can be opened to reveal the communication device.

Kwami-
Name: Priix
Appearance: Priix looks like a very small raccoon, small enough to fit into the palm your hand. Their head makes up about half of their body. They have two antennas, one on each cheek.
Personality: Priix is a very cheerful, if not mischievous little kwami. They are very playful, and are easily distracted. They love to play little pranks on Corrine, and often is one of the main causes of Corrine getting into mischief. The two get along well, and Priix is often a comforting figure for Corrine. Priix wishes to eventually be able to help the shy girl be able to show her real personality more outside of Nocturne.
Favorite Food: Apricots!

[User]
It was a normal morning at first for Tommy. He'd done his exercises, had a good breakfast, and proceeded to check the morning paper. Beside the paper, however, was a small box. "Another gift from mom?" he asked, looking over. "No card this time?" He shrugged as he carried it inside. "That's not like her." he said, beginning to open the box. Suddenly a bright light shot a few feet in the air from the box before floating back down as what appeared to be a tiny wolf.

"Something tells me this isn't a gift from my mom." he said, eyeing the fairy thing.

"No clue." the thing said to him in a surprisingly deep voice. "I'm Marrok. Got anything to eat?"

"I got some deer jerky." Tommy said, offering him a small piece.

Marrok zipped through the air, grabbing the food from the boy's hand, and began munching on it loudly.

"So, what's this?" Tommy asked, picking up the other item from the box, a wristband.

"That's a Miraculous." Marrok said, looking at it. He then began explaining what a Miraculous was and what it did, stopping every so often to grab a piece of jerky to munch on.

"So, I just have to say that one thing?" Tommy asked, looking at it. "Whatever. Just stay close and stay hidden. I have to go to school."

Marrok shrugged and jumped in Tommy's coat pocket.

As Tommy arrived at school, being one of the first as usual, he took a seat by where he normally met his friends.

While waiting, he kept his eyes out on everyone that came his direction. About ten minutes after his best friend was supposed to arrive, everyone but him was there. "Hey, where's Eddie?" Tommy asked. Everyone looked around, shrugging. "Guess he's late." One boy replied, looking off towards the gate.

[Assistant]
Eddie sat in the library during lunch, hiding in a back corner as he opened the package he'd found on his doorstep this morning. He opened it to see a bracelet and a bright light. The light jumped up, becoming a tiny, baby eagle.

"You are too cute." Eddie laughed softly. "What are you?"

"I'm a Kwami." the tiny being said, his voice sounding very tired and devoid of energy.

"You can talk?" Eddie gasped in surprise.

The Kwami nodded. "My name's Beek." he yawned.

"Nice to meet you, Beek." Eddie smiled. "My name's Edvvard Erickson but my friends call me Eddie."

"Eddie." Beek nodded with a smile.

"What can you tell me about this bracelet?" Eddie asked, slipping it on.

"It's a Miraculous." Beek nodded. "It'll give you powers like a superhero."

"Really?" Eddie asked, wide-eyed. "How do I use it?"

"I'm hungry." Beek said, rubbing his belly with 1 wing-like arm.

With a sigh, Eddie pulled a piece of candy from his bag, a Cadbury Cream Egg, opened it and gave it to the kwami.

Beek ate fast, his eyes going wide. "That was really good." he said, speaking louder and faster, more energized off the sugar.

"Whatever, just tell me how to activate this thing." Eddie said with a huff.

"Oh, you just have to say wings spread." Beek nodded, beginning to fly around and look at things.

"Wings spread?" he said, questioningly.

Suddenly, Beek was pulled into the bracelet and Eddie's outfit changed.

Looking at himself, he noticed he had the general appearance of an eagle. "I'm a superhero!" he exclaimed as quietly as he could. "I need a superhero name." he said, beginning to pace. It took him a while but he eventually came up with something. "Talon." he nodded. He began moving about the library stealthily, watching other people who were being loud and messy. Just as he was going to begin trying to fix that, he saw a boy go into the girl's bathroom. Curiosity and determination to right the wrongs of the pervert filling his thoughts, he began stealthing over that direction, ready to confront the boy.


[System]
Appearance: Luna is an average 4'10". She has chestnut hair usually tied up in the back in a ponytail. She wears a white top with purple trim, and a somewhat mismatched dark green skirt with white hemlines. She wears dark toned shoes with knee high socks. Her eyes are a deep blue, and although she can first appear quite feminine, she has much muscle mass upon closer inspection.

Gender: Female

Age: 12 Years Old

Country of Origin: United States of America

Personality: Luna is a tomboy, she would prefer exploring the woods around her home to learning to bake or sew. However, she is quite cautious of the unknown. She often hangs around with other boys her age than girls, and not because she is interested in dating. That's the last thing on her mind. She just wants to hang out with someone who understands her, who is like her. In the end, she just wants to feel accepted, especially by her greatly traditional parents.

Backstory: Luna was born and grew up in a rural part of Colorado. She was raised by her two parents as an only child. Her parents had certain expectations of her from the beginning, expecting her to look and act like a normal girl. What they got was the exact opposite. She became a tomboy, and they had to downright force her to even wear feminine clothes. Given the choice she would rather wear her camo shorts and t-shirt.

In school she never got along with any of the girls, but got along fine with most of the boys. One boy in particular she became great friends with, Dustin Coleman. He lived in her parent's home, which was partially an orphanage for children who never really had a home. The two would often play in the woods around the home, much to the distaste of her parents, who thought a respectable young girl should be home learning how to take care of the house instead of running around getting dirty. She tries every day to get them to understand her for who she is, but to no avail. Sometimes she wishes she was in another world, where she would be accepted.

Skills:

* Tracking: Playing in the woods around her house has taught her many skills, one among them is being able to track just about anything by their footprints.
* Medical Training: A surprising feet she accomplished is when she became a medic for her town's Boy Scout Troupe, unofficially of course...
* Athletics: She is quite flexible, and actually a self taught gymnist. While she wouldn't be participating in the olympics anytime soon, she can quickly climb trees and small cliffs with ease.

Other:

* Luna has a severe fear of the dark, stemming from a terrifying experience when she was younger that left her mentally scarred. Panic is putting the reaction mildly.
* As stated before, the only reason she wears the outfit she does is because of her parents. Her parents want her to be a normal girl, and seem to refuse to accept her for what she is, something she slightly hates them for.

Dorumon
Primary Form: Child

Baby Level: Dorimon

Child Level: Dorumon

Adult Level: Dorugamon

Perfect Level: DoruGreymon

Ultimate Level: Alphamon

Other Form: Alphamon Ouryuken (Mega)

Apparent Gender: Feminine

Personality: Dorumon is very cautious, but cares deeply for her friends, often either pulling them out of a dangerous situation, or rushing headfirst against all rationality to save them herself. Although not afraid to pull a few punches, she tries to defuse situations peacefully before resulting to violence. She does have a clear distinction between right and wrong, and holds her own personal morals close.

Dustin Coleman
Appearance: Dustin stands at 5'1". He has brown wavy hair that he used to try to keep combed over but has since given up attempting to tame it. His eyes are light brown. He wears a denim jacket over a navy blue T-Shirt, along with a pair of black shorts. He wears dark colored sneakers with normal white socks.

Gender: Male

Age: 12 Years Old

Country of Origin: United States of America

Personality: He has a thirst for adventure. He wants to live life to the fullest while he can. That defines him in a nutshell. He isn't afraid of the unknown, in fact he embraces what he doesn't know and learns from it. Many times this has led to some sticky situations, but he always comes out on the brighter side of things, seeing the silver lining in just about everything. He's just a normal kid living an almost normal life.

Backstory: Dustin never knew his biological parents. His father was unknown and his mother died from complications during birth. He was raised in a foster home, an orphanage in Colorado. And that's the life he knew, that he lived from that day forward. Life wasn't as boring or bleak as many media outlets make orphanages out to be. There was always something to do, new things to learn and discover.

It quickly became apparant of the friendship between Dustin and the Orphanage Owner's daughter, Luna. The two were as close as could be, and they were rarely separated. Her Parents even allowed Dustin to sleep in the same room as her. As the years passed, he became more and more comfortable with the family, he basically became the son they never had. However, he didn't care much about that.

He enjoyed being with Luna, she had become like a sister to him. Most of the day during Summer they would explore the woods near their home, often playing games like Hide and Seek, which he has yet to win a game of against her. At this point, Luna's parents are considering adopting him as their own, hoping that would help Luna through her "Tomboy Phase."

Skills:

* Athletics: Dustin has incredible stamina, most likely from being a Boy Scout in the local troupe. He can keep up strenuous exercise for extended periods of time.
* Camping/Survival: Being a Boy Scout also means he knows how to do basic camping and wilderness survival techniques, such as starting a fire, searching for food, as well as telling poisonous creatures and plants from non-poisonous ones.

Other:

* Although he knows that he was orphaned, he has no intention of attempting to find out about his past, or his unknown father, any time soon.
* Once in an early game of Hide and Seek, he was unable to find Luna for over a week. He later found out she had been sneaking back and forth from the woods to the house. He still hasn't gotten much better at tracking.

Dracomon
Primary Form: Child

Baby Form: Babydmon

Child Form: Dracomon

Adult Form: Coredramon (Blue)

Perfect Form: Wingdramon

Ultimate Form: Slayerdramon

Apparent Gender: Masculine

Personality: Dracomon is a headstrong and reckless Digimon. At the first sign of danger, when others turn and run, he turns and runs towards it. More times than not he has taken one heck of a beating because of this, but that never gets him down. He'll get right back up and keep getting up until his body quits on him or he wins. This causes a lot of his friends to worry, which really pulls at his heartstrings. He just wants to help, not make more worries.

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Delsin Grey[Sector 14 - Forest Biome → Frozen Pond]

@Shiny Keldeo@TalijaKey@Forsythe@Duthguy
The arm slipping out of his grip caused the currently sprinting teen's head to snap to the side to roll his eyes at the negative fox before looking back to the path ahead of his and focusing on brushing foliage and branches away from his face. "Are you always so damn pessimistic? If you keep thinking like that, you're defiantly gonna die. We're not screwed. You should focus on what we can realistically do instead of thinking that volcanoes are the only means of countering him. Finding someone strong could work, but there's also the chance that the strong one might try to kill us too. We need to be careful."

Then the booming voice of the ice age creature echoed out through the trees, causing Delsin to groan in distaste as he took a sharp right turn. "Did he seriously just call out his attack? Ugh...He better not start rapping too."

Then, all of a sudden, the air around the duo seemed to noticeably drop in temperature. The students emerald gaze drifting around the snowy area of forest that the two had ran into. Snow? But....The clearing I woke up in was a warm climate, as if it were summer or spring. How could there be such a cold biome right next to a green forest?..... Shaking his head, he completed the thought. Right. It's not real. It's just a game.

The optimistic teen took another sharp left turn, looking back and confirming that Renamon was following him as he ran out into another snowy clearing. This one containing a large, frozen pond whose ice sparkled in the sunlight. Delsin put a hand over his eyes and scanned the perimeter of the area, spotting nothing but a tiny group of what he assumed to be Digimon to the north east, and a few sunken tree branches trapped in the icy water. "Hm....That ice should be just thick enough..."

Swiftly spinning on his feet, the teenager dashed back to the trunk of a formidable tree. Dropping the small grey device in his pants pocket before he reached up to grab at one of the larger low hanging branches. The limb was slightly broken at the base, which allowed him to rip the thing from the tree with a bit of effort. The student brought the tip of the branch near his hand to inspect it's pointed tip. It's sharp....That thing may have a mask and armored trunk, but the rest of it's body is exposed....It's better than nothing.

Putting a firm grip on the make-shift spear, Delsin looked to Renamon and pointed out across the iced liquid with the hardy stick. "I have two plans. We could run on top of the ice to the other side of the clearing to put a gap between us and that monster, since it would most likely hold us but crack under his weight and it would take longer for him to go around it, or we could try our luck with that group on the shore over there. Each one is risky, but I don't have time to think of anything else unless you got something that doesn't involve volcanoes."

[Assistant]
Mammothmon and FrigimonsAffiliation: The Digital Army
[Digital World - Sector 14]

They'd gotten a good head start on him, the trees were being a real pain to topple and toss out of the way. He'd completely lost sight of them, and decided to stop and rethink his options. "I should go back to Base 14 and contact Lord Susanoomon... but what would he say if I told him I'd let the human escape?!" He thought, the image playing through in his head.

"YOU LET THE HUMAN ESCAPE!? YOU OAF!" Yelled Susanoomon as his fist came through the screen picking Mammothmon up by the scruff of his neck and deleting him on the spot.

Mammothmon shook his head and erased the thoughts from his mind. "No, I'll capture the human, if I don't kill him first, and bring him to Lord Susanoomon! Maybe I'll get a promotion, or even better, a Digivolution to Mega! That would be a dream come true!" He thought. With that thought in mind, he continued bashing every tree out of his way.

Meanwhile, the Frigimon were still searching around stealthily for the human. One made his way to the edge of the treeline surrounding one of many frozen lakes and ponds. He caught sight of something, quickly reversing and taking great care not to be noticed. It wasn't just one human, there were several around the lake! With this information, he quickly retreated to inform Commander Mammothmon.

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Wessel and Gaomon
[Sector 14]

Despite his earlier objections to the idea Wessel decided that getting taken to whatever was uprooting those trees wasn't a good idea. Hoping to catch his captor unaware he picked up a heavy branch lying on the floor and quickly got up.

Goamon of course noticed the extra weight of the branch, not to mention that the human had gotten up. "When did yo...

He hit the dog on the head mid sentence, but it wasn't enough to knock the alien out. Still it did seem to leave it dazed so Wessel ran as fast as he could, away from the tree uprooter, in the direction he saw the other human.

While he was wondering if he should follow the human or continue heading to Mammothmon, Gaomon's prey put some decent distance between them, not that the Beast Digimon couldn't easily catch up though. Still he decided that informing the commander was more important, and besides he had evidence of his encounter in the form of that strange device the human dropped.

Unaware that he wasn't being followed Wessel ran as hard as he could, only stopping when he was completely out of breath. By that point he noticed the forest had made room for a bunch of frozen lakes and that the human he saw earlier was quite a ways in front of him, but at least he was in sight again. After catching his breath Wessel began jumping up and down and waving his arms around to draw the boy's attention. [color=39b54a*"Hey, you over there!!"*[/color]

It didn't take for Gaomon to come across Mammothmon.  "Mammothmon, sir. I came across a human and I have proof." He showed the Ultimate Digimon the device which still displayed his face and stats on screen.

[Assistant]
Mammothmon[Affiliation: The Digital Army]
[Digital World - Sector 14]

Mammothmon had finally stopped to take a breather from bashing through the forest. He was a big guy, and although he was used to the kind of work he was doing at the moment, it still wasn't easy. He heard a rustling in the bushes, turning as one of his Frigimon Soldiers emerged. "Commander, I've found a group of Humans, over near the Polaris Lakes!" He reported. "Good, there's very few places to run then, we'll have them cornered... unless the locals break their neutrality and help them." He replied, motioning to the Frigimon to prepare the others.

As he got to his feet, he heard a voice behind him. He turned to find a Digimon he did not recognize. He was not a part of the Digital Army, nor was he recorded entering Sector 14. This already aroused his suspicions. Then he went on to claim that he had found a Human. "And you let him escape?!" He was then shown the device. Upon seeing the Digimon's face on it, he knew he was being decieved.

"Do you honestly think I would be fooled by such a pathetic lie, you no good traitor!" He said, stomping his foot. "You're allied with them, I can see by the device you now hold! You held an air of suspicion the moment I knew you were here, I don't even know your name, but that won't matter..." He prepared to charge. "No one cares who a deleted Digimon was." He rushed forward towards the small blue Digimon.


[System]
Allias: None as yet. She's not a big fan of nicknames in general.
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Parents: Nobody important (abilities come from a more distant ancestor)

Appearance: Rebekah Green is most often seen around the academy wearing jeans and a t-shirt. It is simple, comfortable, practical clothing, which suits her just fine. She is a smidge above average height, with blue eyes, light skin and mid-length blonde hair she keeps tied back in a pony-tail. She sometimes wonders if her nose isn't a bit too long.

Personality: Rebekah is quiet and reserved in most situations, preferring to listen and observe than to speak. When she does speak, it is usually in direct answer to a problem that needs solving or to suggest an action. She doesn't do well with small-talk and doesn't share her emotions easily, except with those she is closest to and trusts without exception. On the other hand, she will happily go on and on about an interesting idea and enjoys being challenged in this way.

She tries to view the world as rationally as possible, and solve problems using logic and reason. She values knowledge and curiosity and holds tightly to the idea that the best superhero is not the one with the strongest power, but the one who knows when and how to apply their abilities to get the best result.

Her personality would be an I-N-T-J on the Myers Briggs Type Indicator.

Powers and Abilities: Rebekah can change the size of objects around her, growing or shrinking them into perfect scale replicas of themselves. The ability cannot be used on living beings. She is also able to teleport to anywhere she can see.

She alters the volume of an object without altering its density or composition, so the things she changes become perfect scale replicas of themselves. This means that their mass will change with the size, roughly in line with the cube of the scale change. Touch is not required.

At the very small scale, the power does not work to grow/shrink molecules and atoms, because that would require either some serious screwing with fundamental forces or make everything she touches into a nuclear bomb. Rather, her power just creates a bigger pile of the type of atom/molecule that was already there. This means that stuff she has grown will still have all the same physical and chemical properties as a different sized version of itself that had been made by normal means. The cutoff level between macroscopic growing and microscopic duplication is at about the size of living cells.

Bio: Rebekah comes from a family of non-supers, so far as she can tell. Her great-grandmother might have been where she got the magical genes, but the stories about her are pretty murky and often don't agree.

She grew up in New Zealand, in a smallish town near to a national park. Early on in life, she developed a love of books and reading, devouring both fact and fiction alike. A little later on, when she entered her teenage years, she continued with this, though the books gained a rival - the outdoors. Mountain biking, kayaking and walking all held strong appeal for her, leading to a few exciting trips to lakes, mountains and rivers.

Rebekah's powers first manifested shortly before her 16th birthday, while walking the last section of the Tongariro crossing. The school group were all tired, hungry, getting damp from the grey mist that had descended over the mountain, and generally ready for the day's exertion to be over. Coming over the last rise and getting a view of the shuttle waiting at the end of the track, Rebekah suddenly disappeared from among the group to find herself standing up against the white van's windows. Shocked at this sudden transition, she jumped, yelled and tripped over backwards. Her fall would have landed her head on a large rock, but it shrunk down to the size of a pebble underneath her, leading to a much more gentle landing. By the time the rest of the group had caught up, it became clear what had happened and Rebekah was outed as a superhuman.

After finishing school, Rebekah travelled to Super School, the equivalent institution to the Academy for superhumans from Oceania. The school is hidden away from the rest of the world on a small volcanic island out in the Pacific Ocean. Here, students are grouped into small teams with complementary abilities in order to teach teamwork and cooperation, emphasise that all abilities have a valuable place and, most importantly, give young supers a tight-knit group of friends to belong to and support each other from the start of their training.

This turned out really well for Rebekah, and, together with her team, she learned to control her powers and make use of them in a wide variety of situations. She particularly enjoyed lessons from Dr. Arcturus, a self-transmuting super-scientist. Thanks to his tutelage and their own hard work, the team was able to gain third place in Super School's Tournament of Heroes at the end of their first year.

Around half way into her second year, Rebekah had a day off from classes and was using the time to explore the wilder parts of the island. The volcano itself hadn't been active for a long time, but past activity had left a large network of tunnels and caves reaching beneath much of the island.

On this particular day, Rebekah was well into the cave system when she noticed something she hadn't before: a small gap in the rock, not much wider than her finger. Curiosity piqued, she entered the cave on the other side and followed it down for a long way. As she went, she began to see signs that these caves were not entirely natural - there were signs of human use. The caves ended in a vertical shaft, with a narrow steel ladder set into the bare rock. She followed it down, and found herself in a dim, square room. Set into the far wall was a single stasis tube with a man inside. He had electrodes strapped all over his body, over the remains of an old, torn super suit.

Naturally, she freed the trapped man. As he emerged from the tank and began to tear the wires away from his skin, the room's one lightbulb guttered out and arc of lightning leapt from his body, shattering the stasis tube. As more and more of the electrodes fell away, the lightning storm around the man grew stronger, until it seemed he was a living arc of electricity. A bolt jumped towards Rebekah, and she blacked out.

The man she had freed was Power Surge, an insane villain who had been captured a century ago, but in order to keep him contained, it had been necessary to continuously draw off the electricity from his body. In order to kill two birds with one stone, the founders of Super School had decided to use him as the power source for their island.

Now freed, he blasted his way up and out of the mountain, and began to attack the school, which was reeling from the sudden blackout of all of their equipment. Power surge caused a great deal of destruction before Dr. Arcturus rallied a gang of students to defeat the villain, though the professor was badly wounded in the process.

In the wake of all this, Rebekah Green was found to be responsible for unleashing Power Surge upon the school. Since her actions had been very ill-advised but not ultimately malicious, she was spared the usual penalties for freeing a supervillain and causing widespread destruction.

Still, many students had been hurt or had property destroyed in the attack, and teenagers are rarely so kind and forgiving. Rebekah was bullied mercilessly in the days after the attack, and for this reason and others it was decided that she would be expelled from Super School for tampering with its power source. She would, however, be afforded the opportunity to apply to a different institution to continue training as a superhero.

This led her to a move across the world, and to the Academy of Heroes and Villains, where she will be starting at the beginning of the new year.

Other Skills: Rebekah has some pretty good skills in the outdoors, and has good fitness and endurance to go with them. She is reasonably proficient in self-defence, but unlike some of her fellow students, her talent is nothing special.

Where she does excel physically is in her reflexes and reactions, based on her senses which are pretty sharp as well, when she cares to pay attention.

Rebekah has always enjoyed school and done well in her non-super education, so she has a solid grounding in a number of subject areas, particularly the sciences.

Weaknesses: Rebekah can get hurt just as easily as a normal human being. Her abilities don't give her any extra toughness, strength, resistances, healing, or anything like that. Her teleportation is only within her line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it's dark or her vision is otherwise obscured. She can take one other person with her or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.

She really beats herself up over the Power Surge incident. It was a big hit to her confidence and she really misses the close friends she made at Super School.

She wishes she could play a musical instrument, but has never learned.

Other: Rebekah's name is Rebekah, and she would prefer it if others didn't insist on shortening it to Bekky, Bekka, Bex or any other variation they might come up with. It's a perfectly good name already, and it doesn't need shortening, thank you very much! This is something of a pet peeve for her.

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Tsura Eisenhardt
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She watched the fights with mild interest and personal trepidation because as much as she was sure that the teacher could handle themselves she could only hope that the room was equally as able to withstand her power release.

Then Tsura heard Rebekah introduce herself and turned with a smile
"Hello Rebekah my name is Tsura Eisenhardt.

Oh, congratulations on successfully surviving training. I could see by your power release that this wasn't your first performance"

[Assistant]
Arachne sat in the office fidgeting. She didn't mean to skip the first class of the first day; the Beast got hungry, Arachne thought she could feed him with some burgers from BK. Unfortunately, three Whoppers weren't enough and well… She had to ransack the kingdom. No one got seriously hurt, though that restaurant won't have burgers for a while Arachne had hoped to escape that incident without notice, but alas some teachers just so happened to have stopped by, and now Arachne was here.

After a stern talking to, Arachne was allowed to leave the office but with a warning slip. "Jeez, what am I, thirteen?" Arache pocketed the slip and headed to her next class. While she knew where it was at, she had no idea what this actual class was. She was sure she'd know if had her schedule, but she left most of her things back at Burger King before she turned into the Black Beast. The only things she had on her was her wallet, keys, phone, the warning slip. She had a plastic she used to summon forth the Black Beast, but she lost that after her binge. Arachne would have to make due somehow. Taking out the warning slip, she did note that it was roughly as big as her head, and white. If she could get her hands on a pair of scissors and a marker she could make a paper mask. Not the most durable mask, but as long as Arachne was careful it wouldn't matter how thin her mask was.

Arachne arrived to class fairly early. The door wasn't even open yet. Everyone must still be at first class or just now leaving. It wouldn't really matter to Arachne, she felt it was a bit too late for her to just waltz right into first period. Taking a seat Arachne took out her phone and updated a few stories she was in.

[User]
Rebekah Green

"Good to meet you, Tsura" Rebekah said, offering her hand to shake. "Thanks, it wasn't. I've had a year of training at another school, but I'm here for my second. Have you been here long?"

[Assistant]
"It is an interesting experience, the first time." Kalinda said, "My mother says that being of the shadows doesn't make you safe, but that you need to understand them. I don't really know what that means, but I've never had trouble in the shadow world." Kalinda had eaten breakfast, but she wasn't adverse to having something else.

"Sure. I could eat" She said, cheerfully.

She led Kyle into the cafeteria, which always seemed to have food of some sort avaliable. "I Think the school thinks if they keep us well fed, there won't be any problems" She said with amusement, looking to Kyle.

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Tsura Eisenhardt
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"Your Second Year?

It seems I need to learn more about the school and it's methods of education because I had no idea that they mixed levels of experience.

I suppose it is in hopes that those more experienced students will be mentors to those less experienced." she says looking at Rebekah with a smile that like the rest of her is a little brighter than the classroom lighting would suggest.

[Assistant]
Rebekah Green

"Yeah, pretty much" Rebekah told Tsura, who appeared to be a firstie. "Or that's what I'm assuming anyway. Like I said, I'm new here too, so we'll both be finding out a lot today. That, plus some students aren't ready in just one year. They're still a bit foolish and need to learn their lesson before they go out into the world."

Why had she brought that up? Best to bury the uncomfortable memory and move on. "So you've already seen me in action, what can you do? I'm guessing something to do with light?" It was a bit hurried, but it did a reasonable job of covering her slip.

[User]
Kyle Grayson

Kyle walked into the cafeteria with Kalinda, and picked up a bunch of breakfast bars. Kyle led Kalinda to a table and they sat down, next to each other. Kyle set his pile of food bars on the table, and began devouring them. That was when he noticed Kalinda ust watching him, and kyle began to blush. Kyle gulped down his bite and offered Kalinda a breakfast chocolate bar. Kyle smiled and in his smile his teeth were covered in chocolate and peanut butter.

[Assistant]
Tsura Eisenhardt
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Tsura pauses a moment after Rebekah asks about her abilities because she's been conditioned by her mom to conceal them or cause her parents worry.

"I am a Photonic Elemental and while I haven't experienced the complete scope of my abilities my dad says I am in his class as a primary.

I am connected to one of the elements that make up the holy grail of the quantum powers of the Unified Field." she says as the light around her dims a little.

"I control light and can become a creature made up of pure energy.

My control at the moment is limited because of my concerns for the safety of those around me because basically I could become one of the most powerful sources of power in our solar system; a living laser that burns as hot as our star."


[System]
Nickname(s)
"Key," mostly, in work. Sometimes "K." In the eyes of Apex Authority, he is known as "Transportation Technician #3B149," which is the closest thing he has had to a legal name. He is mononymous.

Age
25 (Estimated)

Appearance
Physically athletic and fairly intimidating at six foot-two, Kieran is a little on the leaner side. Both his hair and his beard have a tendency to go on the fritz, as work overtakes time for him to take shears to them. He has several scars on both legs and arms from moving in and out of tight, sometimes sharp spots throughout Apex. He's often dressed in a very simple, muted color palette, and almost always has a satchel with him—containing various documents and necessary paperwork.

Job Duty
Kieran works as a Runner. Technically a "transportation technician," Runners work with the approval of Apex Authority to facilitate a wide variety of essential tasks. While Apex Authority often uses the service themselves, the service is primarily utilized by the middle and lower classes of Apex. Runners facilitate transit for letters, legal documents, cargo, and even people. Off-the-record, runners are also notoriously paid to pass verbal messages between factions, or from Apex Authority to others within Apex. Runners enjoy a few benefits of working for Apex Authority, such as their Runner's Stamp for official messages (which operates as a sort of notary service), and general protection. That is, Apex Enforcement members ("AEs") will investigate the disappearance/murder of a Runner. It is more than AEs offer to regular citizens, but more often than not, Runners that disappear are never recovered.

Faction Information
Runners often keep a distance from each other—working in agreed-upon sectors to keep competition light—so Kieran is more often than not, alone. He lives in District 3, subsection B, and associates most often with Port Apex. While officially, grains, produce, and other materials are brought in from nearby fields via these vessels, unofficially, a host of contraband makes its way to the shores of Apex. This contraband, ordered by the higher and lower classes alike, constitutes most of Kieran's work.

History
Kieran was found aboard one of the many farming ships that travel to Port Apex as an infant. As an unclaimed child, it was suspected that his parents were farmers who either could not afford to keep him or did not want to. Otherwise, he was passed from port worker to port worker until he finally earned his stamp at around age 15, and has been living on his own and working as a runner ever since. His age is self-given, and an estimate.

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Kieran watched as Aura ravaged her way through the food. In a strange sort of shame he felt for even watching, he turned away.

His eyes wandered downward at this own stomach.

He liked to think of food as a luxury, but the truth of the matter was that he was fed--well fed, in fact--and did not hunger much. Particularly these days. What had once been tight, weak abs had fleshed out significantly. Over the past two years, he noticed that he had put on a small amount of muscle--filling out his more lean build. He was not large by any means (at least horizontally), but he wasn't the rail he once was. Kieran thought to all of the meat he had been eating recently. He was sure it had contributed.

But as his eyes drifted back up to Aura, he could easily see the malnourishment. My god, they didn't have much in Atlantic, did they?

She slowly finished up and began to talk. "I'd like to ask for your escort."

"Of course, of course," came his hasty reply. Guilt seemed to drip from him more and more as he interacted with her. It was a strange mix of pity and respect he felt. As if he had lived his whole life a victim only to realize he had been the privileged the entire time.

Oh what it must have been to be in subsection A.

"I'm not sure where to start," he admitted. He forced his thoughts down. It was time for business, after all, and he definitely needed something from her. His eyes wandered to her lips, where they lingered for a moment. The sight of not-so-fresh blood made him grimace. What price was she already paying for sparing him? For coming here.

"I was given a dossier of names and locations. I'd show you but I burned it. It was too valuable to be left anywhere."

Kieran moved to sit across from her--his elbows resting on his knees as he learned it to speak. He went for a drumstick and chewed lightly on it. He swallowed, then spoke again: "I guess the best thing would be for you to tell me the basics. What the organization is. What they do. Who leads them."

He thought for a moment.

"But maybe we can do this another way."

He grabbed a stein of ale and sat back down. Perhaps this could feel less like an interrogation, and more like a conversation.

"I figure we have a little bit of acquainting to do, after last night. So I'll make a statement. If it's true about you, you drink. If it's not, I drink. And if we want to elaborate a little more on the subject, then we can go from there."

Kieran took a swig in a small effort to catch up to Aura. Then:

"Alright, I'll start. You took me to a family member's house last night."

He wondered if that was a good place to start, but it was late, and he didn't want to waste too much time. It was time to skip the pleasentries.

[Assistant]
Was he trying to be...nice?

No, he's here for information. You're here for freedom.

Aura adjusted in her chair until finding a comfortable position, somewhere between criss-cross and fetal, cradling the bottle in her hand. Maybe this wasn't so bad of a set up. She spills a little information, and a full meal and bottle was the payout. It was probably the best deal she'd made thus far. Fuck Gregor, fuck the cause. They just stole and stole from her, telling her she was doing the most trustworthy thing, until she became the shell of a person that was sitting in front of Kieran.

"You took me to a family member's house last night."

The reality of what the cause was, how it could drag the most innocent of people down with you, felt like a blow to the ches. Her eyes mimicked that feeling, windening into orbs as she completely tensed in the chair, unsure of her next move.

Could she lie? Of course she could. Aura could dance her way through a fabricated story without a second thought.

But, paranoia crept in. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't already know, right? And lying to the man who caught her in an apparent act of treason against the AA would be a strike one. She was in way too deep, and everything leading up to this point felt like a cinder block tied to her ankles. She was fucked.

Lifting the ale to her mouth with a shaky hand, Aura took a swig of the ale.

It wasn't two seconds before she slammed her feet on the ground, elbows on her knees. "Look. They have nothing to do with it. Del either. They just deal with it. The cause."

Aura launched from the chair and began pacing, the bottle clutched in her left arm. It took a few strides around the small apartment, but she gained the courage to look Kieran in the eyes again, her own spitting fire.

"I work alone. No one I love is involved. And I only do this so I can leave this shit hole one day."

The ale she'd finished was tossed across the room, not quite hitting the wall and shattering like she'd hoped, but instead rolling across the carpet. In embarrassment, she crumbled in the same seat she began in, clawing at her arm through the hoodie she wore.

"If you're gonna have me here, move faster. Don't bullshit."


[System]
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"

Appearance:

Occupation: Blacksmith

Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.

Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.

Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.

Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.

Other Gear: None.

Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.

Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.

When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.

Other:  Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.

[User]
Metou was a bit unsatisfied with Gin's response, as he didn't really confirm or deny Metou's plan as a good one, and the old lady didn't think Gin's suggestion was very practical either. Metou felt guilty about dragging Gin around everywhere, but if he wanted guidance, Metou had no choice but to provide some. "If we rely on the observations of anyone we pass by, we'll be asking random people all night," Metou said, "We know where two of our fellows went, so I think we should start searching there, even if I'm sure they've left by now. Just give me a moment to look outside."

After exiting the inn, Metou looked at the sky to see how much time they had left in the evening. It was already late enough in the day that merchants were calling it quits when they got to the town square, and that was before they walked down a few streets to get to an inn and look for the musician. Not only was it too cold for Metou's comfort, and would only get colder, Metou didn't really want to be out on the streets at night when it was just her and Gin. Metou stepped back into the inn and walked back to Gin and said, "On second thought, I think we should just stay here for the night, and look for them in the morning." Metou was about to ask Gin for his opinion on the matter, but figured he'd just give a neutral answer again. "I'm going to go ask if they have any free rooms," Metou declared, and she walked up to the front counter to do so. Even after buying that cheap bauble to win the merchant's favor, she figured she had enough money for a room and some food at least.

[Assistant]
Maybe doing this alone was a better approach, at least then he didn't have to hear people argue over things. There was probably strength in numbers or something like it, yet where he'd managed to go and speak to Lady Ru alone he didn't see any need to go and visit her yet again. Maybe he was thinking too much into things, but he worried if they pestered too much they might lose what little support they had. If they lost support then they failed Lord Shima, and that was the one thing Tetsuya absolutely refused to accept. Watching as Yuudai and Jiang went back and forth for a bit he couldn't help but groan, wondering if it was at all possible for them to cooperate. How were they ever going to chase down the criminals responsible when they couldn't stop fighting amongst themselves?

Tetsuya might have been a bit naive in hoping that these two could work things out, and so he was disappointed to see Yuudai leaving the room. Just because he didn't want to be coddled by the Oni didn't mean he disliked her, and he rather hoped she would stay and at least go over the plan with them. The comment she made about his groan made him feel a little guilty, even if it hadn't been made solely in her directions. Ears folding down he frowned, lowering his gaze as Yuudai left them alone, taking a bit of air out of the room with her. A fine start to this group of theirs, he couldn't even imagine what the others must be like. Looking over at Jiang as he spoke, the young Neko let out a sigh, kind of wishing they could just drop the matter now. "If you won't condemn me or judge me then don't press for information. If I felt it was necessary to tell you then I would," Tetsuya replied, frowning as he looked up at Jiang. If this one thought he was going to be the leader in all of this just because he liked to talk then he was wrong.

It seemed there was more of a story to share, and Jiang was only to happy to be the one to do so. He had no idea that they had been attacked on their way in, or that anything quite that foreboding had happened. Sure, Shima losing her relics was foreboding enough, but hearing other villages might be at risk too only made the situation even worse. Though Jiang surely meant no harm by his words the Neko still felt offended, like he was being slighted in a way. It was a childish thing to think, but in his mind it was almost like this man was trying to look better in front of their Lord. "Don't talk to me like I'm just some child, I know what we'll have to do. And we can't well leave the villages alone, not when we're asking them for help. If something happens we'll help them in turn, we have to." It's what Lord Shima would want them to do, he had no doubts about that.

As if it weren't troublesome enough that Jiang was preaching to him, now Kenji saw reason to do so as well. It felt like he was being undermined here, and where he had been working alone up until now that wasn't a very fun feeling. Expecting more of the same out of Kenji, Tetsuya was pleasantly surprised when it seemed the argument was being made for him, not against him. It was a tad odd being called 'mister' seeing as he was probably the youngest one here, but then he wouldn't make a fuss about being shown some respect. Smiling gratefully he nodded his head to Kenji, turning his attention back over to Jiang. "Look... We kind of got off on the wrong foot there. I am happy to work with you, but I don't appreciate having someone trying to push me aside for this. If you really want to help then you can, but we're doing it together. No one is going solo here." At least, not anymore, that had ended when these three had shown up.

[User]
Baji was going to respond to Kenji and tell him that he trusts Tetsuya's reasons for lying to them just as much as he trusts his own for doing the same to him, but it seems like the person in question completely mistook his words. Jiang simply sighed deeply as another person became hostile and misunderstood him. Tetsuya didn't know the severity of the entire situation that they were in so he kept himself calm by repeating that in his head. He didn't recall treating Tetsuya any less than the next person.

"I have nothing against you, I can even see why you're so defensive, but you have misunderstood my words. I have nothing but respect for you and those that I fight beside. How about we go to sleep on this and you meet me by the town gate at the crack of dawn, because there is something that I want to show you. There is something that I want you to understand and something that I need to understand." He thought about it some more and figured now was also a good time if the neko was more up for it.

[Assistant]
Gin hoped they weren't going anywhere without them, even if there was no real reason for the others to leave them behind. He did wonder if the others went on ahead and they were left to head back to Shima just how much trouble there would be whether for them or the ones who left them behind. They were supposed to be working as a team, after all, but who knew if they actually wanted them along. Gin hadn't made any companions so he did worry he might get forgotten about, even if he slept in for too long. Maybe it was just anxieties building from the possibility of being alone and left behind because of how young and 'inexperienced' he was.

Watching Metou head on out he let out a disappointed sigh, feeling terrible that he was essentially making it difficult for others. He just wanted to feel useful. Sighing as he rubbed his neck, waiting for Metou to return as he stared at the people, watching them all interact with each other and how strange some of them got in the process. This was probably why he never went to this kind of place before, too many strangers for his liking. When Metou returned he gave her a hopeful smile, but when she spoke of her decision he frowned, looking down with a sigh. "Stay here? But what if…uhh…" He couldn't say much, at least not when Metou suddenly declared her decision to be a good one. "Wait, but it's only a little bit of darkness! I'm strong, I can protect us in the dark", he spoke quickly, following on after Metou, "Have a little faith in me, please? Yuudai has a particular smell, maybe I can pick it up…"

[User]
Gin brought up an objection to Metou's new decision, and Metou immediately paused and turned to hear him out. Getting stuck out on the streets late at night was still a very unappealing possibility to Metou, even if this town didn't seem too bad. However, Metou respected Gin's abilities and decisions, or at least felt obligated to respect them despite not knowing him very well yet. More importantly she would hate for Gin to think he wasn't taken seriously, and bring down his confidence even lower than it already seemed. "I suppose I might be giving up too early, and we'd want to give Kiko a prompt response," Metou said, though with the slightly frustrated tone of someone who just had an early night's sleep ripped away from them for the sake of the greater good.

"Two of our companions went to see Lady Ru, so I know of a place they've been, at least," Metou said, "But Yuudai ran off to get food, so I have a fairly good idea of where she went too. If you're confident in your nose, we could try and track her down first."

[Assistant]
Gin was sure he could use his senses to help find the others, or at least one of them if they got unlucky. He didn't want everybody to split up like this and with the group all in different places it seemed as if they were going to have trouble communicating with each other to where they were going and when they were going to head out. They had to pick up this musician too on the way out which could be a problem if they were all properly split up. The musician could wander off or get impatient with them and decide to strike off the deal which would be a disaster.

Staring at Metou with hopeful eyes he smiled slightly when she admitted the danger wasn't too much of a big deal quite yet. He would do what he could to protect her and was fairly confident he would do a good job too. He had practiced for a long time and did manage to slice up that strange stony man's legs so he couldn't be that bad at fighting. Sighing happily when Metou gave him some direction to look for he nodded quickly, looking to the door. "I won't let you down! If we follow a trail from where we last saw her, it should be easy! Right?" he spoke quickly, looking back to her, "Then if we can track down the other group, we can stay at the inn together, right? Or maybe even sleep under the stars…like adventurers!"

Heading quickly to the door, Gin couldn't help but feel excited and anxious about doing this, hoping he might achieve this difficult task. He was fairly good at smelling out others, even for a half-Oni. He figured it was his hunger that made his sense of smell better, but using that to track down people shouldn't be a problem. He wondered if he should be looking for the group that went to Ru first just to see what the place they had the Lady in was like, but that might be a little suspicious at this time of day. Heading out the door he looked around, his first thought being to head back to the marketplace where all the people were before once Metou was ready to go.


[System]
Appearance:

Age:
Eighteen Years Old.

 Profession/Status:
 Lower Class Citizen, Maid.

Personality:
⚜ Kind ⚜ Stubborn ⚜ Blunt ⚜ Intellectual ⚜

Born the eldest of five siblings, Alessandra is more of a mother figure, which is why she was very calm, kind, and generally a warm person toward younger people, or ones she feels the need to take care of or protect. Despite being the perfect representative of an older sister, a mom second in command, she is very stubborn and blunt, which had gotten her into trouble more times than not. She didn't know when to shut up or hold back; therefore, she had gotten in trouble with older, or rather richer, citizens. She always managed to step away from the trouble-- even after causing it.

She is also a lover for knowledge, but because of her status and slightly weak reading skills, she suffers to feed that need and love for knowledge, which is the exact way anyone can bribe her into anything--They could read her a book, or even tell her of the old myths that go around the country.

Brief History:

Alessandra was the oldest sibling of five, and after their youngest brother, their mother had fallen very ill and almost always bed ridden. Alessandra was raised to be a perfect stay-at-home wife like her mother, bearing children, cooking, keeping everything in place, and helping the household in whichever way she can, but with a little twist of stubbornness and pride.

Alessandra's Father, Alexander, was working his best to feed his five children and get the medicine needed for his wife, which wasn't really working. The mother had continued to get worse and worse, which caused Alexander to try and spend more and do more in order to get his wife the help he thought she needed-- Which wasn't really working due to the poor knowledge of the people he sought out for help.

It didn't matter that the money and things he spent were to waste, they still put him in debt.

The best thing he thought of to pay back the royalty was to offer his eighteen-year old daughter, perfect age, good looks, and a somewhat good personality to be one of the queen's ladies, a court maid, or a mistress. He didn't care once they had taken him up on the offer, as he continued to obsessively look for something to cure his wife.

[User]
Alessandra returned Adrian's smile with a larger smile of hers. She scanned the crown Prince carefully as he nodded curtly at Amelie and stepped ahead of both women. She felt slightly warm inside-- Adrian made her feel special; He really did treat her differently than any other handmaiden around court. It must be the months of taking care of him and not leaving his sideShe thought with a fond smile. She actually liked taking care of Prince Adrian more than she probably should, no matter how tired and exhausted she was, running on little sleep and little food with lots of reading and talking in between: She still loved their time together.

Alessandra followed closely behind Adrian, realization of Hye Jin's presence hit her, for a weird reason it bothered her. She didn't feel comfortable with the idea of the arranged marriages from the beginning, and she just-- She couldn't see anyone taking care of her prince like she did. She instantly mentally scolded herself as a blush crept on her cheeks. She must have grown too used to being by Adrian's side. She kept her distance as they walked into the sitting room. She smiled pleasantly at the foreign princess, while letting her eyes scan and analyze the future wife of Prince Adrian carefully-- Something just didn't settle in right.

Alessandra mentally shook it off as silly possesiveness over her newly formed routine that was bound to go back to place or change eventually with or without the presence of the foreign Princess.

Alessandra raised an eyebrow in surprise-- She had not expected him to be that direct with his future wife. She found it almost offending the tone he carried and the way he said it, but she instantly averted her eyes away from the royal couple. The princess obviously found it amusing and endearing, but Alessandra couldn't help but feel her blood boil, possibly for more than one reason, as she tried to bite her tongue back.

Alessandra found the next question by Hye Jin even more offensive. She inwardly rolled her eyes-- Just like Adrian, she, too, looked down on us.  She thought as she felt tears sting her eyes a little. Why was she so offended by them? She was already used to Adrian and had learned to keep her mouth shut, but she felt like a little child that had been robbed of joy and teased about it. She shook away the thoughts-- they were nonsense. She just served Adrian. Nothing more.

Her eyes widened a little at Hye Jin's pointed look. It was already happening-- She was no more the only female in prince Adrian's life, as she had been for the past few months as he healed. She gave her a sweet smile before following closely behind.

''Arrogant. Perfect match.'' She mumbled as she walked closer to Adrian rather than Hye Jin.

[Assistant]
The day went by smoothly as Adrian showed Hye Jin around WhiteHaven. Adrian had been the perfect gentleman while Hye Jin played the perfect shy and demure future queen. Once or twice, Hye Jin had been unpleasant to Alessandra but Adrian had always distracted her from making a big fuss about it.

They were at the central park when Henry finally broke the silence and leaned his head slightly towards Alessandra. "She looks beautiful but I am not sure I like her," he whispered and then looked at her face, a thoughtful look on his face. "I don't think you do, either. Do you think she is fit for our Prince Adrian?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He had been constantly at both Adrian and Alessandra's side that he had guessed that the young handmaiden was beginning to look differently at the crown prince.

[User]
Alessandra was at the edge of bursting at Hye Jin with her several trials to offend Alessandra, let it be a look or a word. She had physically bit her tongue to distract herself from the princess that was also her future Queen.
Instead of focusing even further on Hye Jin and everything she disliked so far with more reasons to dislike her, Alessandra enjoyed the tour of WhiteHaven as she really didn't get the chance to see it.

Alessandra looked up at Henry; She had grown to his presence and even liked having him around, not only because then she was assured that no harm would come to Adrian but alwo because he was generally a good person. She was more than glad when Henry announced his dislike of Hye Jin; I am not the only one!

"Is she fit? Of course. A far away kingdom, stronger connections. She is beautiful, she seems to already be crazy about Prince Adrian." She noted then paused.

"Do I see her fit? Absolutely not. She is a snake. A hypocritical snake. I definitely am not comfortable with having her around." She added as she huffed out a frustrated breath.

[Assistant] Henry chuckled at how fervently Alessandra described the Princess that had her arm linked through their Crown Prince's. "A snake? This is our first time laying our eyes on this foreign princess yet you've already labeled her as such," he looked around. "It is a good thing that there are no royal guards around. If they heard this conversation, I fear we might not be treated pleasantly," but despite his warning, he continued on. "I am, however, more curious about what you think of her FOR Prince Adrian," he emphasized the word for. He lowered his voice further. "What I am saying is, are you not at all jealous?"

[User] At the mention of the royal guards, Alessandra frowned; She did do many things that should have gotten her beheaded at the least. She smiled as Henry continued on the conversation anyway, but at his elaboration, all emotions faded off her face as she blushed deeply at his question. She laughed a little humorlessly. "jealous? Ha. I? Not at all---- Maybe just.. You know I have been the only female around the Prince lately, a new one is not always welcomed, especially not rude, arrogant ones." She answered honestly as she shook her head a little, the feeling of disappointment growing in her-- Was she jealous?

[Assistant]
Henry listened to Alessandra, gave her a knowing look and then stayed silent. He turned his attention to the royal couple.

"When my father told me about this marriage, I could not contain my excitement on both meeting a handsome prince..." Hye Jin lowered her head and looked shyly at Adrian through her lashes. "...and being able to finally see WhiteHaven. I have only read about it in books, seen it through paintings. I never imagined it to be this beautiful,' she praised.

Adrian chuckled at Hye Jin's praise of him. He looked around, pleased that WhiteHaven was to his future wife's liking. It was truly magnificent. With a smile on his face, he looked back at the princess. "I, myself, have never been to Gyeongsang and like you, Princess, have only seen it through paintings and books. I imagine, however, that it is bigger and more magnificent than WhiteHaven."

Hye Jin shook her head. "Gyeongsang is vast but we do not have the splendid harbors that you do. Seeing the ocean is a treat for me," she said as she turned a whole 360 degrees to take in the scene. "I'm sure, though, that my kingdom will delight you, Adrian. Perhaps we can visit it before our wedding? she suggested.

Adrian turned with her and his eyes fell momentarily on Alessandra. Her cheeks were flushed, probably at something Henry said. He glanced at Henry. He had a smile on his face. Is there something going on between the two of them? he thought as his eyes settled back on his handmaiden.

Hye Jin had been chattering about the scenic places she planned on taking Adrian to when she noticed that the Prince was distracted. She frowned and followed his line of gaze. Her frown deepened when she saw that it was Alessandra that he was looking at. She cleared her throat and raised her voice a little louder. "Do you not think that 6 months is a little too long to wait to be wed?" she asked, making sure that her voice carried over to where Alessandra was standing.

Adrian blinked and then turned back to Hye Jin. He raised an eyebrow. "6 months is just enough time to familiarize ourselves with each other. Do you want to push forward our wedding?" he asked, his attention again fully on the Princess.

Hye Jin smiled up at the prince. "We can always familiarize ourselves with each other even after we are wedded," she giggled shyly. "I merely want to assure myself of my place by your side," she stood on tiptoe and pressed a light kiss on Adrian's cheek. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink at her bold actions and she immediately lowered her head again. "I like you," she admitted shyly.

Adrian looked surprised at what the Princess did. He chuckled. "I am glad that you do. I can not imagine how difficult it would be if my future queen did not like me," he said.

A small frown crossed Hye Jin's lips at Adrian's response. She was hoping he would say that he liked her too. She did want him to like her too but at the moment, it was more for the sake of Alessandra. A woman of her low rank had the guts to even look straight back at her prince. It made her angry. She replaced the small frown with a charming smile as she looked back up at Adrian. "I hope in time you will find me likeable too."

Adrian returned the smile. "I am sure I will."