[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

Clothing: Alpha Rabbit Loin cloth, Medium bone and spider silk armor,

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills:

Beast Tamer: See Character.

Sharp Bite: Sharpened bite is a relatively simple move allowing the user to perform a bite attack and draw blood not useful in most situations but when to use in close range fights can decisively turn the tide of battle, when upgraded can tear off limbs of enemies with ease.

Knowledge of the 3: knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Unarmed combat, beginner: learned how to fight with ones bare hand and understands how to block and strike with one's own hands

Rookie camouflage: This goblin has learned how to use the environment to its advantage and hide even in plain sight. At higher levels will grant total camouflage regardless of environment.

Bloody strike: this goblin has learned to find the most vulnerable part of its prey and strike to cause massive bleeding damage. Warning: ineffective against inanimate objects or undead.

Gravekeepers spirit: These goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Silk Spinning: they have learned how to create their own silk through their fingertips, allowing them to create traps and snares without supplies. However, it isn't controllable at first and acts like silly string.

Echolocation: The ability to hear noises clearly within their immediate vicinity by creating a sound eg.a snap of the fingers, click of the tongue etc.

Vampirism: the ability to regain health by drinking the blood of other creatures

Nocturnal: Gain bonuses to both sight and sound when at night, during the day makes seeing farther distances harder.

Equilibrium: ability to balance on precarious positions like being upside down and still being able to identify the proper directions

Titles:

Blessings:

Blessings of the dead: This goblin has been blessed by the goddess of death herself he and whoever follows him now gain the ability to earn double XP. With each kill they gain, they make an offering to the goddess and it is as if her deathly presence approves of each kill. Each offering of a dead kill now offers double XP. This Hobgoblin also receives the following benefits. The ability to see and eat souls for one. He can also learn necromancy easier. Then He has mental debuff resistance and dark magic resistance.

Devils luck: they are all lucky to be alive, and it shows in how well they take chances...

Curses/ negative effects:
Dread: a creature of immense power saw them. They are filled with fear and genuinely fear for their lives. While they didn't see what it was that was staring at them the mere presence the creature exudes even from such a vast distance couldn't remove the knowledge that they were dead if they dared to challenge the beast.

Current Evolution: Hobgoblin - Day 0

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin -

Notable places: Directions from starting church.
small cave to the south west.
Wolves to the west, dangerous in packs beware of alphas.
Venomous vipers to the south east.
Venomous spiders to the North East
Bats to the north, they hide in trees during the day to hide from the sun.
also possible legendary beast to the far far north.
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Hobgoblin "The Variant" - This goblin has been changed in a more dramatic way then his siblings. Throughout his interactions and his training, he was changed making him as large as the others that have evolved however his skin tone has changed to that of pale white. This makes him stand out easily however his skin tone gives him the special affinity for death. His skin has gone pale and as such it will make him harder to not be seen however he can just as easily train his skill to blend with the environment. His claws have grown longer and sharper rivaling that of a wolves claws and his teeth have since become sharper as well making his biting skill more effective. Clearly if looked on in the right light he might look like a wraith or a vengeful ghost. He still has the three claw marks over the right side of his head and ear, as well as the mark on his left side. These marks, although still pale, are slightly darker than his current skin tone. Thanks to his goddess Duvelna, he now has 4 black claw marks stretching from the top of his right shoulder to his lower left abdomen as a sign of his faith.

Goblin - Gird has an average height and strong build. His skin is a darker than average shade of green with lighter green blotches abound giving him an almost natural forest camouflage. Gird also has two white birth marks. One looks like he was scratched by something with three claws down the right side of his head, and the second looks almost like something big bit him in the left side of his abdomen. His black hair is normally kept short and his eyes hold a yellow color.

Personality: Stoic, Brave, Stubborn, and Blunt are a few words that can describe this particular male. His loyalty to the tribe will not falter for any promise of gold or harm. He holds within him a sense of duty to his people and will do what he thinks he must do to protect them.

Past Life History: Grid was once known as Victor. A tall brute of a man with a soft spot for animals. Victor worked with a group that protected endangered animals from poachers by hunting poachers. He was even able to befriend a few of the wild animals that were around. But one day while on patrol he was mauled to death by a wounded predator.

Skill: Beast Tammer — a trait carried over from his past life. It allows him to befriend and tame beasts. Some that are lower level than he is, to the point he wouldn't learn anything from them, may very well simply ignore him or treat him as one of their own. Either way Gird seems to have a natural affinity with taming or understanding beasts and monsters.

Other: He simply wishes that one day he will be a mighty goblin that will be able to protect his tribe for years to come.

[User]
Humans fear the unknown, for they can not understand what is beyond it. Humans can have the purest of souls or the darkest of lives but one thing that connects all men and women is death. Death does not discriminate for it was their time to die. However what is beyond death? They say in the Christin faith that it is heaven and hell for those of the Jewish faith there is no hell. Some simply believe that death is the end and there is the only darkness that awaits and they are partially true.

For a rare few they are given the chance to change and are unknowingly thrust into a world that won't forgive failure or weakness. In this world, they are born as weak creatures but with the rare ability to grow in not only height but to a completely different lifeform entirely. This is the story of a few of those that are born on this day and will go out into this unforgiving world and change it in ways never thought possible, this is their story...

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Darkness everlasting. It is all that could be seen and while it is very unsettling it is also somewhat calming. Anything from the darkness is forgotten or buried deep in the back of their minds. They don't know what is going on but soon they realize that they were dead or rather that something is happening.

Soon a soft shuffling could be heard getting closer and closer to them. When they opened their eyes the light was blinding for a brief moment before it was revealed that they were in a church and that their skin was green. While they were very tiny one word came to mind immediately

Goblin

They knew it the second they opened their eyes. The elder goblin shuffled closer to them seeing the goblin that would be soon be known as Goblin Grandpa. "Come little ones time to wake up" The goblin said in a raspy voice looking over each and every one of the baby goblins with a discerning eye gently waking each one to see the world around them and to see which one will become the strongest.

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On the third day when the young goblins would be strong enough to walk the elder ones who have become hobgoblins will be back after another hunt. No doubt to give the new young ones their last given meal before they would be forced to hunt for themselves just like their elder brother and sisters. None get a free pass forever and that was one of the rules that governed the world. If you want to eat you have to earn the right to do so by hunting and getting your own meal. They didn't always live in a church until recently they had lived in a cave not far from here but the young hobs found this place and took it from the undead skeletons that had called this place home. Now they have stone walls and giant oak doors to defend themselves properly then before. He knew the young hobs would be back soon to greet their younger goblin brothers and sisters...

[Assistant]
Kir

Day 0 || Morning || Church

It was so...so frustrating! To be so small, to not be able to move at first! Over the following days it would get better, bit by bit, until Kir found herself unable to sit still as soon as she was able to first move about. Moving about the church, looking for cool rocks or trinkets or such to grab up into her own little pile, examining the place, examining the others, all of it! If nothing else to get a better idea of things. Strange memories of someone that 'used' to be her hung in her mind as well, what they did and were and that basic stuff, but nothing more beyond that. She got the feeling they weren't her, but also 'had been' her at the same time. It was strange, in a way, but nothing she would think hard on for the time being at all.

After all, it was a new day! The day she could escape the church, and finally stretch her legs into the forest to get an idea of more things as well. But Grandpa had said to wait for the hobs to get back with their last meal...ugh! She wanted to ask about the layout of the forest, and get out there already to explore it all so she could get started! To this end, Kir was already pacing around the entrance to the church itself. She'd already snuck this far as soon as she could simply crawl it the night before, before Grandpa had drug her back!

"They need to get here already!" the admittedly attractive female goblin said aloud, before giving a light childish 'huff' and sitting down in front of the great doors.

Was she being impatient? Yes. But to be frank, living in a tiny body unable to move only a few days ago had left her with a desire to get some fresh air. Not that she wanted to die, that's why she was still here at the church after all, but to hell if she was sitting around forever. That, and being hungry was honestly probably getting under her skin just a little bit. Just a little.

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[System]
Monster Type: Skeleton
Gender: "PAPYRUS."
Occupation: "FORMER SENTRY OF SNOWDIN…BESTFRIEND AND BEST BROTHER!"
Weapon?: "MY SPECIAL ATTACK IS STILL MISSING!"
Armor?: "NYEH HEH HEH! SO YOU'VE NOTICED MY BATTLE BODY, HAVE YOU?"
Magic (up to three): "BONE ATTACKS, AND MY FABLED BLUE ATTACK!" As well, Papyrus seems to have the greatest pull out game/control in regards to his attack power, being able to leave Frisk at 1HP.
Personality: Papyrus is a kind and naive skeleton. Unlike his brother Sans, Papyrus works hard and is determined to always reach his goals (Which will never happen because he has no luck). When it comes to fighting, Papyrus is enthusiastic to show just how well lessons from Undyne are paying off, though he prefers to dazzle the humans with his crafty and well-built puzzles. Papyrus is always giving his all at being a good friend, and always takes his job seriously.
Bio: Before the first Frisk incident, Papyrus lived with his brother Sans in the town of Snowdin, where the two worked as a sentries for the area. After the first Frisk incident, Papyrus became Frisk's absolute number one best friend, helping him with his journey and with making new friends. In fact, without Papyrus, Frisk never would have been able to beat Asriel...mostly because he tricked Undyne into becoming Frisk's friend, but that's all in the past! After the barrier Papyrus was given the task of guarding his friend Flowey's flower pot prison, a great honor bestowed upon him.
Appearance:

"I AM SO GREAT IN THIS PICTURE."

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"I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WOULD SMOOCH A GHOST!
...THOUGH, NEITHER GHOST NOR SKELETONS SUCH AS I HAVE LIPS, SO..."

[User]
Underground Search Party-Ruins

Skylar mentally face palmed herself at the fact that Aria had seen through her smile so easily. But she didn't let it fall as Aria introduced herself and explained what happened just as Papyrus (with Flowey), Celes, and David entered the room. She was glad that she was able to hear Aria, but she wasn't sure about the others. She watched as both Celes and David tried to use their healing magic on Aria to get her back to normal size. Aria remained at the same height, but both Celes and David would learn that their healing magic would need the help of the original caster in order to get Aria back to normal size.

Before Skylar could answer Aria, Papyrus already spoke up and Skylar couldn't help but smile genuinely as Papyrus spoke and introduced everyone in the room to Aria. When Papyrus introduced her, Skylar waved hi to Aria, and she said "It's nice to meet you, Aria," She smiled widely as she held back another laugh as Papyrus became distracted by the dollhouse that was in the room. Welp, she knew what Sans was going to get Papyrus for the next holiday. She shook her head to answer Papyrus's question about humans being naturally tiny.

However, her attention went to a sudden glow that was coming from Sans's other hand and she asked out loud in confusion "Huh?". It was the key. It was glowing a golden aura as it suddenly lifted itself out of Sans's hand and flew towards the door, back further into the Ruins, and towards the door, and possibly the rest of the group. Skylar stared after it with wide eyes and after snapping out of the surprised stupor, she shook her head and dashed after it, only to find that it had placed itself into the keyhole and opened the door. Skylar released a breath out of relief; At least they didn't have to try and catch the key. That would make for a very annoying puzzle.

She walked back to the others back in the room with the dollhouse and she told them, "Well...the door's open. We can continue on,"

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Surface Group

Forest

Annie didn't listen to the voice. Now whether she knew who was calling after her or not was not made clear, but she kept on running, stubbornly desperate in trying to reach the town. There weren't anymore low hanging branches that she could use to hit her pursuer, but she made do with whatever else she could pull out from her bag (marbles, smoke screen, and throwing a pair of socks behind her. Scandalous!). It wasn't long after she used the last item that she managed to reach the town.

Town of Ebbott

Annie dashed down the sidewalk, making sure to weave through the thinning crowd (and shoving past them if she had to). The sun was starting to set, and Annie made a sharp turn into an alleyway as soon as she could, trying to disappear into the darkness of said alleyway.

[Assistant]
Erion saw the girl tired with all her might to escape. He didn't want to let her leave. He kept running, going as fast as he can, dodging branches and also jumping over anything she throw out of her bag. God those running exercises that his old fencing teacher gave him payed off. He kept running, until he got in the town of Ebbott. He knew he had to catch up to her real soon, or else he would lose her. Soon he saw her again as she shove people around to run away. He moved quickly, dodging people as he moved, soon seeing her move in a alleyway. He moved in to catch up to her.
"Wait! I just want to talk! Please!" he yelled, really worried right now. He hoped he could convince her... maybe make her givea chance to monsters. At least get her to see that not all of them are bad, just that with everything that happened, some are less... used to being so close to humans.
"I am alone, that monster that chased you was unconscious in the forest." he then adds.

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Celes smiled as she looked at Papyrus and chuckles softly at what he said, smiling. Well, he was... adorable she could say. Like a innocent child maybe. Pure of heart... but also... maybe gullible unfortunately. She looked at the flower a bit more. She would need to keep a close eye on it she guessed. Sure, it didn't do anything, but a flower doesn't just start to speak and such. There was something special about it. She just didn't know what to think about it. Maybe it was friendly, maybe it was not, she was not sure. Maybe if she did show friendship to it, it would be nice to her and others... maybe not. She just didn't know. So she walked forwards, smiling also that Sans found the key. Finally the group could move forwards. She hoped they would find Frisk soon.

[User]
Chen paced around out of boredom as everyone tried to solve the puzzle. This was such a waste of time, those girl monsters were going to pay. He would make sure of it. Someone got startled by his presence and he jumped in surprise as well. "Oh, sorry about that." 'He's on to me. They're all onto me.' His head swiveled over to Papyrus, who was in the middle of a riveting conversation with the fat skeleton and what appeared to be a tiny human. 'Except for him. I need to stick by him. Nobody is willing to upset him.'

Chen walked over to Papyrus with a smile on his face and a greeting in store. And then a key flew past Chen's head, nearly smacking into his face. Chen turned around and followed the key to his destination and let out a genuinely happy grin. "Nice job guys! Now we can go in further!" Chen turned back to Papyrus and looked at him in admiration. 'One step closer to immortality. Your days are numbered Frisk. You're my key to the Boss Soul.'

[Assistant]
Undyne was busy searching the dollhouse for an all-important solution to the puzzle and had gone up to her neck into the upper floor of the tiny house looking for it when Skylar announced that the door had been unlocked. "That door is open already?" Undyne said, disappointment apparent in her muffled voice. "Aww, I was hoping there would be a tiny piano in that tiny house. Why does no one respect the piano!? Fine, let's just nggah-" Undyne said then stuttered as she tried to stand up, only to find that she probably should not have tried to wedge her head inside that tiny window just a minute ago. Her fingers wedged in between her neck and the diminutive window pane, she tried a few times to free herself but to no avail. Her breathing becoming heavier and more desperate, Undyne's eyes darted from one side of the tiny room to the other, wondering who had dared to play this devious prank on her. No, not a prank. A trap. A most cunning trap. One might even say...a challenge?

"You devious tiny house!" Undyne shouted loud enough to shake the roof of the dollhouse. "You may be cool and full of neat things, but if you think you can trap me like this....THEN I WILL STRIKE! YOU! DOWN! NGAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

*musical cue*

With a tremendous shout Undyne brought both fists down on the roof and ripped her head from the window simultaneously, causing a tremendous shower of broken wood as she utterly destroyed the roof of the dollhouse in her escape. Pausing to utter a victorious laugh, she turned to the others in the group triumphantly, her good eye twitching and wood splinters tangled in her red hair.

"THE DOOR IS OPEN, IT'S FRISK-SAVING TIME, NERDS! HYAAAA!"

Thus with another triumphant shout, Undyne summoned one of her magic spears and barreled past the group, charging through the door to whatever was on the other side.

[User]
Neither my, nor Celes' magic worked on the newcomer, who introduced herself as Aria, and I came to the conclusion of "We're gonna need the twins to reverse this spell. Sorry, Aria, I guess I can't he-" my voice got cut off by the door opening, and Undyne shouting that it was Frisk-saving time. Before I bolted off like I assumed the rest would do, I remembered that odd note I found in the lever. I showed the note, which went on about a doctor, and how he's going to be a father soon to both Sans and Aria, wondering if either of them had any idea who wrote it, or why it was down here.
'Today was another busy day at the hospital, as usual. I am glad to say that Mrs. Hudson's operation went smoothly, and she now no longer suffers from knee pain. Her husband certainly seemed relieved, and I am glad that the operation was a success, with no complications. Other than that, I have done the usual check ups with my patients. I fear that Mr. Baskerville may have to come back in for another check up...he may have an infection.

Annabelle just told me the most wonderful news today! I'm going to be a father! A father! I can hardly believe it! We're going to have a family! My hand is shaking as I continue to write this entry. I am not sure whether it is from my joy or my anxiety. Will I be a good father? Will I be able to raise my son/daughter properly?

I suppose only time can tell...'
"So... why do you think that note was HERE, of all places?" I finally asked the two. Of course, I was really just stalling to make sure Chen wasn't in the back of the group... as, again, that's the best time to backstab someone... and I'd rather this whole thing go through without anyone dying. Once the group answered, I slowly made my way to the next room, remembering that it should still have a dummy... that is, unless some monster actually brought it up to the surface for... whatever reason. Unfortunately, due to the fact that I stayed behind, I couldn't actually see what the next room had to offer, and since I wasn't as tall as Papyrus, or Undyne, I couldn't try to see over them without flying, which was something I didn't really want to do, given how low the ceiling was right now. I wonder if that dummy's still here... I've got a plan if it is. I thought as I tried my best to see what was in the room, though, again, the fact that everyone else was ahead of me, and several of them were taller, I couldn't tell whether I had to improvise, or if I could use the dummy for my future plans.

[Assistant]
The taller skeleton did not have time to be embarrassed at his incorrect assumptions about humans, as his eyes popped out of their sockets at Undyne's destruction of the tiny house…which was admittedly some form of clever trap, now that she had pointed such out…Papyrus took a moment to stare down sadly at the broken pieces scattered along the floor, "OH…WHAT A PITY THAT UNDYNE DESTROYED IT, EVEN IF IT WAS BUT A CLEVERLY DISGUISED TRAP!"

Seeing the human boy smile at him admiringly, Papyrus returned with a innocuously friendly smile all his own, before reacting in surprise at Undyne's exclamation nearly a room away. The thing that came from his brother's hand, and the door unlocking…?! Taking a few steps along to follow with the rest of them, his eyes popping out of their sockets again, "OH MY GOD, SANS, YOU SOLVED A PUZZLE THAT ISN'T A BORING WORD SEARCH OR CROSSWORD…AND WITHOUT MY HELP! I'M SHOCKED, BUT ALSO INSANELY PROUD!

IT WAS DUE TO MY, THE GREAT PAPYRUS', PROFOUND AND GREAT INFLUENCE THAT YOU HAVE BECOME TO GREAT IN A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME! OF COURSE, I KNEW YOU WERE CAPAPBLE OF SUCH A GREATNESS, I WAS JUST NOT EXPECTING SUCH SO SOON!" Eye going bit teary, he watched one in an almost admiring way all his own. Oh no, what if his brother got better at him with puzzles, would that mean he, the great Papyrus, would have to become the lazy one?! No, such a thing…! Shaking his skull, and noticing one of their fellow monster companions staring over at Flowey…

Holding the flower pot, and subsequently the Flowey out before him, presenting...one mitten set on his own chest-piece, "AH, I SEE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN MY FLOWER POTTED FLOWER PRISONER, AND BY EXTENTION….THE GUARD TASKED WITH GUARDING HIM, WHICH IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS! IS THERE SOMETHING YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW, AS I AM FULL OF HELPFUL INFORMATION THAT I AM NOT SHY WITH SHARING, AS SUCH VITAL PIECES OF INFORMATION THAT WOULD LIKELY NEED TO BE KNOWN IN ORDER FOR US ALL TO CONDUCT OURSELVES…!"


[System]
"Come now, we're only outnumbered ten to one. I'd say the odds are in our favor!"

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title:

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Single.

Age: 25

Sexuality: Straight

Family Ties:
Petros Argyris - Uncle / Only living family member not associated with Mustaf's treachery and subsequently current head of the household.
Carmela Argyris - Mother / Former Lady of the house / Currently serving a prison sentence for her actions in the war with her husband.
Gavriil Argyris - Father /Former Head of the Argyris family/Former advisor to Emperor Mustaf/Believed to have died during the war.

Class: Mage

Weapon Mastery(ies): Tomes

Inventory: Arcwind
 Arcfire
 Arcthunder

Personality:
 Tybalt is a flirtatious scoundrel, a free spirit with a swagger about him. He is bold, gallant, and practically exuding charisma. Unusually outgoing and sociable for a mage, he never passes up on a potential adventure or an experience and will jump at the opportunity to try something new. With a never say die attitude about life and carefree machismo to his actions, he possesses a sharp wit and a silver tongue that makes him extremely charming, though it can occasionally come off as insulting. Heroic and daring, Tybalt is quick to deliver a quip and a smile to brighten even the most somber of situations, making it easy to see why the people of Alistaf have warmed up to him.

However, beneath this outgoing and bold personality lies a man of compassion and kindness as well as impressive tactical acumen and magical knowhow. He may not act like it, but he is a very experienced and talented mage and tactician, brilliant and knowledgeable in his craft. While he more often than not spends his time using his magic to do simple parlor tricks and goof off, he truly has a untold brilliance when the situation demands it, revealing his intellect when the situation demands it. A cunning and calculating strategist, he is more than capable of assisting his unit when the time comes, both with his mind and his magic.

Biography:
Tybalt comes from the desert town of Alistaf, he hails from a noble family of dukes disgraced by their affiliation with the former dictator Mustaf. Once the city was annexed to Jotenvarr, his family immediately fell into bad standing with the new king. Even at a young age, he was very aware that the people of Alistaf despised his family's affiliation with a monster and also expressed shame at their defeat. They were only a noble house in name, prisoners of their own city and targets of their people's hatred.

This was something Tybalt refused to stand for. He began to feel it was his responsibility to give Alistaf back a member of nobility they could respect, and a noble house they could feel pride in. He worked tirelessly to assist his people, spending days in town trying to rebuilt broken homes and defend the city from bandits. He won their respect though hard work and determination, enough so that he caught the eye of Jotenvarr's royal guard. Already Tybalt could see that this was his chance to truely redeem his family's name by coming the Royal Guard to the king, to make up for the horrors his family had done during the way. He departed for the Capital on the very same day he received the invitation, intending to give it his all and prove he can be more than just some noble.

[User]
Hyakuya

More people were getting in. So all of them were in other squads but then their squadmates met their untimely deaths. And so they've been reassigned to other squads and coincidentally, the ended up in either Squad Trignita or Squad Quinque. Not that Kyakuya was complaining. It seemed that most squads composed of 6 people, like how they originally started, so they were completing their set.

Joan Croce. It was obvious that she was of noble blood, from her dress to her manners. "I had heard that Lord and Lady Croce had a daughter. I never knew that their daughter would dream of joining the army." As someone who had lived in Jotenvarr since the war and then lived in the palace, he had interacted or at least heard of talks about the nobility around here. And his ears were all too familiar with the family name Croce.

"I am Hyakuya, it is a pleasure to meet you Lady Croce. Hm... shall we call you by Joan perhaps? And I look forward to working with you." A troubadour, a healer on horseback one could say. She was needed in their squad and as one could easily see, without a healer, they would end up bleeding like Hyakuya did. He was better now but if they were to be injured in the middle of battle and cannot battle, that would pose a huge problem and thus a healer was needed.

[Assistant]
Mikhail Fuast

Mikhail had been moments away from unloading a rather snarky reply on Claude when he felt something… wrong. It wasn't the overly peppy Joan girl that made his skin crawl with her positive attitude and good manners. That was something that he had spent years growing accustomed to. No, it was more like a dark harbinger of inevitability that was eerily familiar. And then the door opened and everything became clear.

Walking like he owned the place, Scott's arrival was one that left Mikhail awfully conflicted. On one hand, the womanizer was somebody he could count on in a fight. On the other hand though, Scott also had an awful penchant for hu-

"Oof," Mikhail grunted ignobly as the other cavalier brought him into a most unwelcome embrace, which he had no intent on returning. For a man that kept most people at a figurative arm's length at all times, Scott was the one person that made it physically impossible to do so. Mikhail still wasn't sure if hated that wholeheartedly or merely hated it with a note of grudging respect.

"I find myself questioning a great deal of things," he replied, "Such as how a sorry lech like yourself is still in the military, much less a candidate for the royal guard." His words were one part harsh honesty, one part camaraderie. Unfortunately, Mikhail found himself unable to suppress a grin from surfacing, as it was never good to encourage Scott.

"Now while it is good to see you, can you let go? You're causing a scene."

[User] More and more people were joining the squads. A rather brash merc, apparently from Aika's squad, a Myrmidon - not from either of the squads in the room and a Red Knight who immediately struck a conversation with his green and rather depressive counterpart. Was that all? Fredrick was to join Aika's squad, but there still was no one to fill the missing place in their squad. Oh, there she is! An incredibly beautiful and graceful woman in a pink and white outfit entered the room and introduced herself. "Nice to meet you! I think we'll be teammates." - Pauline smiled at Joan. -"I'm Pauline at this ado- ahem, and this lady next to me is Aika." She lowered her voice slightly and turned to her companion - "See, you won't have to introduce yourself for the fifth time. Anyway, Joan, if you'd like, I could introduce you to others. I don't mind!"

[Assistant]
Aika Lennone

As Diana slowed her pace into a soft slumber, Aika herself calmed down as well, she wasn't at all embarrassed by laughing so much infront of people she barely knew, as she looked around the new faces with the same innocent smile that seemed to be her normal. When Joan introduced herself and Pauline introduced Aika, the cheery blue-eyed girl stood up to give Lady Croce a playful and exaggerated bow before turning to Pauline.

"Ahh," she began with a fake pompous royalty accent. "Many thanks, m'lady." she bowed in similar fashion, and then placed her hand on her chin in wonder. "Hmm, well I don't know about you but I'm getting kinda tired. And I think our next trials are tomorrow... Hopefully people start winding down soon. Either way, I'm gunna get ready for bed." she finished her thought more so directed out loud than to anyone in particular, even though she was sitting infront of Pauline.

With a turn and crawl across her bed, Aika made it to the center of the room before picking up her bag and exiting the quarters.

[User]
Azi Lukotta

Azi was laying on the bed, his mind just shy of being completely fizzled out. He'd only managed to retain his consciousness by concentrating on the people that came in. Even then, he'd still have to introduce himself to them, since he was too preoccupied to do that earlier. As the petting on his tail became less intense, he slowly became aware that Diana was also on his bed, still holding onto his tail. "... She might be a bit to close for my comfort." Azi would have gone to sleep regardless, since she was comfortable with it, but then he suddenly recalled something from the past...

-Four years ago-

"How are children born, father?"
"... How should I say this, when a man and woman are in the same bed together, the gods bless them with a child."
"Is it really that simple?"
"... Yes, Azi, that is how it is."

Blushing furiously, Azi pushed through his exhaustion and lightly shook Diana's shoulder. "W-we shouldn't be sleeping in the same bed, Diana!" he whispered to her with a slightly panicked tone.

[Assistant]
Claude

"I'm not sure of the 'fine' or the 'gentlemen' there, and I also don't like yer 'noble almighty' attitude." Claude's good mood (he was in a good mood, promise) had taken a turn for the worse with the improptu appearance of this stuck up noble boy.

"But if ya got ta know, I'm Claude. Claude Aster." Despite everything, perhaps Tybalt knew his name. The Asters were a famous family of mercenaries known for getting the job done when others could not. Claude too had made enough of a name for himself in the years he worked as a mercenary.

"You'll find no better merc to keep watch on yer back in this whole damn continent. I ain't from nowhere in specific, if I'm bein' honest." That was actually true, since Claude is not a citizen of any one kingdom or village.

---

Joan Croce

The first man to approach her was a man with black skin. Seemingly from out in the sticks, or so the girl thought. She kept that little rude thought under her hat and went on to give the man a sweet smile.

"A pleasure to meet you, sire Anu, and do not worry about me. I wished not to see them death, but I believe I've already worked my way past that." The girl said with a bit of a sad smile on her face, turning her gaze away from him some. "But it warms my heart to know that I know find myself with more good people." She smiled at Hiro again.

She then turned to Hyakuya, and it was at this time that the woman gasped with surprise. Was he the famous manakete who protected House Varr with all its might?

Joan quickly took his hands and started shaking them fervently, "Might you be lord Hyakuya? Oh, I have heard so MUCH about you. Mother and father have told me so much about you! A mighty Dragon, defending the mightiest of house Varr! To think you would know of one such as me, I am deeply honored! Please, call me by my name!"

After that sudden fit of fangirliness, the girl suddenly remembered that she had to keep the proper condecurum at all times.

"I-I am so sorry about that." She then turned to Pauline. "It is a pleasure to meet the both of you. Oh." The girl was surprised yet again.

Were they an item, she and Aika? The two of them... two women? Wow, she never really did expect for something like that to actually happen. Outside of fiction anyway.

"Yes please. I'd very much like you to introduce me to everyone else." The girl was quick to chase awaay her doubts in hopes of becoming good friends with the girl, and flashed yet another smile at Pauline.

[User]
Hyakuya

The Manakete was pleasantly surprised at the noble's reaction. Not only did she drop all forms of boundaries to take his hands and shake it, but she also practically fangirled. Those stories were true. He served as a loyal bodyguard to the castle itself, only being assigned to the front lines every now and then. What Hyakuya didn't know was that Lord and Lady Croce had actually talked about him. He was sure that he only exchanged a few words with the nobles just to greet them.

"I never thought myself to be famous but it is refreshing to see that someone actually acknowledges me." He said with a smile on his face. He kept a mental note to call her by her name and not by her family name. "As the daughter of one of the top nobles of Jotenvarr, I think it is mandatory that I know you. But we shall not let our titles hinder us from being comrades in battle." He continued. No matter the position or rank, they were all equal comrades and that was how Hyakuya would want everything to be like. He just nodded as she apologized because of what she did. He did not find it insulting but if it is her nature to do so, then so be it.

[Assistant]
Diana

Diana attempted to push off the hand that was shaking her to little avail. She gave a sleepy yawn and tried to talk at the same time resulting in something somewhat partly understandable. "Buwwww I duuuuun waaaan." With her opinion on the matter fully expressed Diana returned to her attempts to sleep, fondly stroking the tail every now and again. She had to get plenty of beauty sleep to be well rested and prepared for tomorrow after all.


[System]
Alias/Nickname: Maelstrom, Jug, The Cauldron

Appearance:
He wears a pair crude leather shorts, that look like they might have been made from a blacksmith's apron, due the numerous pockets and general quality of the cloth. Standing at just under 8 ft tall, and weighing nearly 600 lbs, of scaled hide, thick bones, and hard muscle, he's no light weight and can take quite a punch.

Age: 576

Race: Troll

Personality: Usually an agreeable fellow, he tends to give what he gets, his attitude reflecting a tooth-for-tooth pattern with those around him. If he receives kindness, he returns it; if he receives cruelty he return that instead. He doesn't seem to harbor any driving emotions himself, preferring always to flow with the tide of emotions around him. How ever his eyes bely his cunning, and he often seeks to achieve his goals as indirectly as possible, or at the least at someone else's request. This isn't laziness, but a lifetime of being manipulated into serving others often at great personal cost.

Biography/history: Born long ago, to a fae mother and a water elemental father, he was born out of contract not love, which some would say his mother couldn't feel if she were drowned in it. Calder knows better, but he also knows better than to correct the poor fools. Knowledge is power, no matter how insignificant it may seem at the time, so you never, ever give information or knowledge to someone else with out receiving something of kindred value. He has spent a lot of time, serving and giving of himself, so that he might receive knowledge and power of equal value to his services. He's been an enforcer, a guard, even a professional soldier, of sorts, for various fae lords and ladies. Few people know his heritage, few understand his beginnings, but Calder knows, and he isn't likely to share it. He is most comfortable fighting in melee, with mace and shield, bashing and pushing opponents into submission or oblivion as his orders dictated. He rarely makes a move himself, preferring to follow the lead of others. Partly so to absolve himself of blame, and partly to mask his true abilities and capabilities with arrogance and presumption of his commanding officers. Much of his pay was in the form of knowledge, knowledge of water and it's many forms and properties and knowledge of magic, mostly related to doing his job better. He has learned many things in his five and three quarters centuries of life. And his eyes show it, but if you let his manner deceive you, as many do, he's little more than a dangerous boy. Easily manipulated, and distracted, he seems to wander about from place to place, job to job, looking or nothing more than another good time of smashing beings someone is paying him to smash, for no other reason than that it pays the bills, apparently. Few pry any deeper, though one of the few who've tried is currently employed by the Stygian Blade Guild, and he's made a mistake, Calder is hunting in his own special, very patient way.

Calder seem's to be the embodiment, even the physical avatar, of the term passive-aggressive. He is well known in the fae circles for his work as a mid level enforcer for the fall court during his first three centuries of existence. He hasn't distinguished himself in any particular way, though he's never failed a job because he underestimated an opponent. The jobs he's failed were due to his having been poorly informed of the situation, or the unexpected involvement of third parties. Like all fae, his word is binding. He's never broken his word before, a mildly impressive feat at his age, and he's not about to throw that power away.

Reason for recruitment: Looking for friends again, it's been close to a century since he had any, but he remembers them and want to make new friends. At least, that's what he told the recruiter...

Strength of Will: Greater Will

Magic: Abjuration & Force.

God relations: He worships no God, instead he gives each their due, recognizing all but adhering to none.

Tech: {Boron nitride mace/Blasting rod(as per Harry's, boosts attack spells efficiency).}

{Magic shield, made of boron nitride with silver and iron embellishments. The shield itself is highly resistant to force magic, repelling it like magnets of like poles. It doesn't negate it, and strong enough blasts will still connect, but the little stuff, and a small part of the bigger stuff, will be repelled away from the shield face to hit something else. The shield is big enough that Calder won't get hit by any of the little stuff, but his allies might get hit instead. If he cares, a big if, he may try to repel the attack in a particular direction by angling the face of his shield, but that's no guarantee of the force reaction.}

{GreavesBoron nitrate plates, cold steel spikes. Enchanted to store kinetic energy as mana. Calder uses it to heal himself and allies after a fight.}

Possessions/items/property: Cargo shorts with extra dimensional pockets, delve at your own risk.

Skills: Calder Crush! A master of close quarters combat, he's learned most of what he knows on the job, not in some regulated arena, much less a peaceful dojo. His greatest skill is pattern recognition, in behavior, in thought, or in action, if a pattern exists he will find it, eventually. Natural regeneration, trolls don't die easy, never have never will, poisons are largely ineffective, wounds heal quickly, even up to full limb replacement, though that takes decades.

Name: Skanda Kulkarni

Alias/Nickname: Dark Ember

Appearance:

Age: 319(1322 as of Day 1)

Race: Hellknight

Personality: Imposing and grasping at the same time. Simply standing in his presence is enough to convince most that anything he wants is his, it's just easier that way. And this way you don't have to hear his hideous laughter as he delights in your suffering. He is utterly ruthless, willing to pay any cost to achieve his goals. Nothing stands before him long on or off the field of battle, but his pleasure is on the field of slaughter, the sounds of agony caressing his ears and often prompting his own hideous laughter. Mercy, Grace, Honor, and Tact are all dead to him, the servant of his God's hellish desires.

Biography/history: To few have survived long enough to piece together anything more than rumors of horror in regards to this creature. Though how much is true and how much is embellishment is anyone's guess. Despite this, his brutality and cruelty are considered unmatched by most who survive his passing.

Reason for recruitment: N/A

Strength of Will: Greater Will

Magic: Highly proficient in Earth and Illusion magic, Master of Necromancy, due largely to patron deity.

God relations: Cleric of the Blackened Flame.

Tech: Stygian armor and weapons. Armour enchanted to collect the souls of those slain nearby to feed him mana.

Possessions/items/property: Everything you once held dear.

Skills: Highly skilled with most melee weapons, though he favors pole-arms and massive two handed affairs, he can just as skillfully wield a short sword and tower shield should he desire to do so.

Misc: Dastardly fellow, he puts the laughter in slaughter.

[User]
Fresh Blood
Themerlinhawk
Day 1, Morning
Christian, Calder

Christian's voice came from the other side of the door. "Come in." He'd moved back to his perch in the window sill now that he'd handed off the assignment to The Master of Blade for all intensive purposes.

Turning Christian studied Calder as he walked in. Fae, troll by the look of it and too smart for his own good by half. It was always a pleasure and a headache to deal with the Fae, Crow was bad enough with his Shaitan blood, Calder looked like a whole different ball of wax. "What can I do for you my friend, I don't think we've been formally introduced yet. Christian hopped down from the window again and crossed the room. With a swift motion he drew his chair from the desk and cause another studier chair to grow from the floor on Calder's side. Sitting Christian clasped his hands in front of himself.

[Assistant]
Fresh Blood
Tracyarmav
Day 1, Morning
Christian, Calder
Calder opened the door, and ducked through as ordered, before closing the door behind him, perhaps a little harder than really necessary. He watched Christian as he moved from the window sill to his desk, considering the man whose service Calder had just joined. The Avatar of Storms did not disappoint, he was visibly a formidable person, though his aura of ... well his wealth of experience showed, and in a good way for a man leading a guild like this. Calder lumbered across the room, still playing the hulking brute for what it was worth, uncertain just how much the man before him could see through it. Falling gracelessly into the conjured chair, Calder spoke in a low monotone, clearly enunciating every word, though apparently with some difficulty.

"I am called Calder Dylan of late. You needed muscle, I wanted work. I'm not fond of fooormaaaaliities and would like to start right away. What tasks have you that I may do Stormlord?"

I consider Stormlord, he is a powerful entity and indeed a potential rival. IF I can myself become the Avatar of Water, a currently vacant position in the hall of avatars, but as of yet I had not made myself know to the Queen of Water. Hopefully after a few hundred years of working for the Stormlord I would be able to make an open bid for the position. That's not to say I would do nothing about it today, just that I would be careful to hide my hand as much as possible; including utilizing the stereotype "brute" that many people held, some of them unconsciously. Beings can't sell information they didn't know they had, and knowledge is power after all.

[User]
Fresh Blood
Themerlinhawk
Day 1, Morning
Christian, Calder

Christian flicked his eyes up to Calder and frowned. "It's been a long time since I've met a Fae that feels they're best served as a front line soldier". Christian pulled up an active roster and activated Calder. "If you really feel you're best served on the front line I'm sure Spectre and Megelis could use someone who is capable of knocking down walls and bashing in skulls."

Christian let the suggestion hang eyeing Calder suspiciously. It was probably a bad idea to offend Calder if he was in fact as intelligent as he appeared. At the same time it might be better to have a full Fae on board with this. "Do you belong to a court?" The question actually had little to do with Calder's front; it was an attempt to protect his mistress of Sight. Crow was a child of Yishreenok which was dangerous enough but he didn't need Oberon or Mab sniffing around if they figured out who Akime was.

[Assistant]
Fresh Blood
Tracyarmav
Day 1, Morning
Christian, Calder
That is why the fae breed trolls, like me. We are only half fae to them so throwing us into the fire is of little concern. It is what we are born to do, if it kills us... well, too bad but there will be other trolls.

Calder didn't think any of that was news to Stormlord, but perhaps it was... Hmm, it would be difficult to know what was and what was not news, especially to someone as old as Stormlord. Given his reputation, that shouldn't become a problem, just a minor nuisance at most. Calder had wondered why no one at recruiting had asked him his court, and was not surprised to be asked for it now. In truth he had payed his debts in full and owed no court any allegiance at the moment. However, Calder did have an outstanding offer of employment from Mab to protect the new Winter Lady. An offer he had declined on grounds of his being to young, and there by lacking in necessary experience, to protect one so important as she. Mab had laughed and said that the offer would remain open, if Calder ever changed his mind. Still that information wasn't something Stormlord would know about already and it could cause problems, so he'd have to figure that out on his own time.

I have paid my debts, no court holds my oath.

My gaze drifted to the window behind Stormlord, and the sky outside. I wondered what courts had agents employed in the Stormlord's guild and tried to think of any agents I knew of that might be suited to the service of this man. A few came to mind, but they were all busy with other assignments as I recalled... So to date, the Tower of Stars had yet to draw any official attention from the fall court. And nothing I'd seen or heard had indicated any particular interest from the other courts yet, but I hadn't been looking then so I might have missed something. Something to dwell on perhaps the Tower of Stars could provide me something besides experience... Hmm, if so, it would behoove me to do what I could to obtain their debt. I drop my gaze to Stormlord and return his question, with a slight tilt of my head to my left.

Have you a court Stormlord?

Calder Dylan was intrigued by the man before him, and was nearly willing to drop the facade simply for the sake of enjoying intelligent conversation with someone not trying to enslave him... Not yet, he decided. He wanted to finish his first mission and figure out where exactly he fit in this organization, before he started trying to change it too much. He might be on thin ice if the Stormlord had a grudge against the fae, and many who knew of them had plenty of reason to do so. Stormlord's words indicated that he had met several fae, perhaps even many fae, so that might be more probable than Calder hoped. He resolved to take extra precautions to give Stormlord exactly zero reasons to hate him in particular.


[System]
Species: Gible

Gender: Male

Moves:
- Tackle
- Sand Attack
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Bio:
 "Hiyah!" Gavin shouts, standing on a hill beside Mt. Dragoncoil and holding a pointy stick to an Axew's neck.
 "No, wait! That's not fair!" shouts his friend once he realizes he lost the mock-battle. Gavin lowers the stick.
 "What's not fair?" He asks, slightly annoyed.
 "Why do you get to use a pointy stick? Where's mine?"
 "I made this one. You don't get one because you didn't make one!"
 The Axew thinks about his predicament for a moment, but soon gets distracted by the activity down in Scale City. Gavin notices too and looks over in time to see two Pokemon walking into town. These aren't just any Pokemon, though... These are new ones! He's never seen these two around town before. One he recognizes as a Salamence, while the other is some sort of green lizard with leaves for a tail. "Who do you think those are?" his friend asks. Gavin realizes something.
 "Maybe they're adventurers!" he gasps.
 "Adventurers? Don't you mean explorers?"
 "No. Adventurers. Exploring is different from adventuring."
 "How?"
 "One's boring and the other's not." Gavin replies bluntly. "You know, that's what I want to be when I grow up. An adventurer!"
---
 Getting to see the Salamence and Sceptile, the first two Pokemon from other towns to visit Scale City, had changed Gavin. There were other towns out there! Other places to explore! Other people to meet! He became obsessed with where they'd travelled and the things he heard about their adventures, eventually getting to the point where he would sit in his room for hours on end writing stories about their endeavors. Soon, though, he switched to writing about what he would do if he were a member of a guild. The places he'd go... The wonders he'd see with his own eyes... He could hardly wait.

 Years later, Gavin was still working to become an adventurer long after his friends had lost interest in the subject. He lived in a small house far from Scale City's entrance. By now his parents (both Gabite) were well aware of his desire to move out in order to see the world. His mom, a bit overprotective at times, wasn't too keen on the idea. Meanwhile, his dad was indifferent about it (as he was about most things). To Gavin's surprise, they had finally agreed to letting him move out after years of him pestering them about it. However, his joy didn't last long once he found out that they had bought him a place just down the street instead... He decided to roll with it, though, taking what he could get.

 Gavin's desire to travel, see the world, and join Denise's Guild had stemmed from the day those now-famous explorers came to town. However, he's still not sure if he's up to the task and hasn't yet attempted to form a team there. He's especially worried about his lack of damaging moves, but makes up for it with a very sharp stick he's been carrying around for almost eight years now. Currently, Gavin is helping with what he can in the city, trying to make a bit of money on the side and waiting for the right time to join the guild.

 He's just been dragged into an argument with Danny, who he wanted to buy food from. Apparently, Danny now thinks that Gavin bought something from Bob and Ed's stall and won't sell him anything... Whoever "Bob and Ed" are...

Appearance:
 He looks like most other Gible, but usually has a bag with him. Sticking out the side of his bag is a very pointy stick, which he always carries around. Buried deeper in the bag is a blue scarf that he hopes to be able to wear one day. Don't ask him about his lack of a neck unless you want to be on the receiving end of the stick.

Picture made by Ridlins

Differences:
 Can fly and shoot lasers from his eyes. None

(If there's anything that I need to change or if this contradicts the continuity in any way, please let me know, I can edit it.)

(Edit: Changed the Milotic to a Sceptile.)

[User]
Rebecca snapped back when she got hit with a Hyper Voice, taking a moment to shake off that disoriented feeling. Maybe it really does hurt to try? That hurt way more than anything these goons were throwing out. At least that jerk got leech seeded for his trouble. It admittedly wasn't as horrible when it was being inflicted on someone else. It was suggested amidst the din and chaos of the fight that Dexter try to burn the guildmaster, to which he complained that he was just told not to use fire. Rebecca stopped for a moment. It was another one of her ideas.

"Hey, hey!" Rebecca said over the noise. "Yeah, I know we decided on No Fire, but, um, this guy's kind of soaking up everything we can throw at him to the point where we're hoping to just sort of hold out until we wear him down with leech seeds or whatever? So I'd like to point out that setting some weird chemicals on fire and hoping they explode might be a decent strategy at this point. Maybe. Just a suggestion." it was at this point that she remembered she was supposed to be attacking, and used Confusion to toss some less volatile lab equipment against the Wigglytuff's head.

[Assistant]
Oh dear. I'm so, so very sorry. I think I drifted off mid-sentence, or something... my memory's a little more than hazy past this pain. I'm getting frightened by all this blood(?) in my eyesight.

Let's get back on track. I do remember the startling suspense and tension of sifting through a curtain of darkness, not knowing what awaited you on the other side. Not that it was dark... actually it wasn't dark at all. Well, uh... hm... t-the light was in fact permeating throughout the entire cave, a-and well through a process of, well, total internal refraction which would in fact illuminate and reveal and show it to us all the enemies ahead and...

Alright come on, I'm not trying to make a memoir here. I have to tell it all, and I have to do it right, even if I literally can't remember anymore.

We marched on. This little ragtag gang stepping/floating/flying towards our goal. We were gonna unfreeze this little town even if it meant giving our lives. (Spoiler alert, we live. Otherwise I'd be a ghost right now.) I don't think I gave damn at the time, but looking back at it reassured me that it was worth living this wasn't just for some poor kelp's girl. We had an obligation not just as Guild members but living things in general to save others. After all, what would've Spruce done if he was here instead of me? He wouldn't have just flattened Kyreum's minions, he would've used their poor hides as spades to tunnel straight to Kyreum and give him a heart attack.

So, you know what? We were gonna do just that. Maybe with a little less digging, but we sure as hell weren't gonna let some measly pack of Pokemon block our way. We were boulders to these rolling pins and had just devastated a thousand other pins.

Yet we stumbled into what seemed like a trap. A featureless round room big enough to house our Guild's building. It almost got even bigger as I tilted my eyes up to see the ceiling, only to sight several Glaile and Froslass in the midst of dropping onto us. My eye got dizzy from witnessing the blur of the fall, a wave of stinging frozen air whizzing past us from their descent. A few words later and it wasn't long we were in for another fight, outnumbered and exhausted (and honestly a little unprepared). I could handle these things easily that didn't mean I wasn't taking damage. Anthony had the wind knocked out of him by a literal beam of ice, even for a dragon. As for me, despite leading the group at the time and being closest to enemy, every ice beam missed and reflected off the walls (harmlessly) like a laser show.

I gathered my charge with my magnet pair, sparks of yellow flying off my poles. Kamina literally burst into flames and began to bowl his way through, myself in the meantime locking my magnets onto a sucker that sidestepped Kamina and preparing a flash cannon, the smell of ozone almost putting me off. I knew it wasn't enough however - it might've looked cool with one magnet pointed and another spinning violently offhand with a brilliant white glow, but I couldn't make out what Josh was saying over the heat of the fight. Perhaps about Anthony being massacred if we didn't stop them, yet I knew it was too late; I sure as hell felt like an idiot not trying to block all the beams like a hero, but... well, I honestly can't remember why I didn't do it. Maybe I thought it wouldn't have mattered and that I'd just share the blow, which would at least crippled or ended us both, or that I wouldn't have been able to reach in time.

But you know what? Miracles happen, right as you screw up because life gives another chance. Sometimes Arceus knows to meet your prayers and will send you Saint Nicholas. Believe it or not (and you may ask the testimony of the others), a Pokemon with a spoon came in to save the day. He literally blinked in front of Anthony, and my goodness it makes this narration almost sound fictional. Whatever he did after involved a lot of headache-inducing purple, but at least Anthony wasn't a popsicle. I had no time to wait for the Kadabra's monologue, hovering myself steady as a bright shooting star twinkled and exploded over the unfortunate ice Pokemon. Ultimately I didn't really know how to react, perhaps a hesitant and confused grin on my eye as the Kadabra drew a look from me (and it wasn't because he could manhandle a bit of steel).

The fight certainly wasn't over though, hovering towards Anthony and trying to cover for his slimy body. "Goodness gracious Anthony!" I don't think I cried that out loud but... let's go with it. "You alright? You seen Reshiram too?" By that point... I can't actually recall seeing Reshiram. In fact, he almost disappeared from memory until I realised I lost headcount. I was still rather frantic with Anthony first however, almost ready to grasp him with my magnets though not actually doing it, considering he got knocked the hardest out of all of us.


[System]
Female
Age 24
Appearance
5'6"
Lean flexible athletic build
Light skin (Japanese)
Appears to have shoulder length jet black slightly spikey hair from the front. However her hair splits into parts, taking the longer half and tying it together at the neck into a downwards facing ponytail that reaches her middle back.
Medium sized ahoge, more of angular/rigid spike shape, changes based on their mood/emotions. And electrical charge in battle.
Dark drab blueish-gray/steel left eye.
Yellow right eye with a slit shaped pupil.
Eyebrow over her left eye has a slit break in it towards the outer middle.
Irezumi tattoos:
Right arm- Nagasode style sleeve tattoo extending down to her wrist. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a green snake with a red belly coiling down her arm with it's head ending at her outer wrist.
Left arm- Shichibu style sleeve tattoo extending down to her middle forearm. Nara black wind bars for a background, with a blue snake with a yellow belly coiling up her arm with it's head resting on the front of her upper shoulder. Kanji for Mamushi 蝮 (pit viper) tattooed in black on the inner blank space of her forearm.
Back- Her entire back is covered in large nara black ink clouds for a background. And a large tattoo of the giant 8 headed and tailed snake Yamata no Orochi, various flowers, and lightning bolts in the foreground.
Slightly elongated fang canine teeth on the top and bottom as compared to normal people. Teeth are overall sharper.
Ear piercings- Left: Two slim steel rings on their lobe. Helix cuff.
Right: Circular silver stud on their lobe. Smaller steel cuff at the middle of the outer ear/lower helix.
Black painted nails.

Customized slightly oversized black leather asymmetrical moto jacket. Worn unzipped with belt hanging loose.
Steel curb chain necklace that extends down to her chest. Medium sized silver upside down cross pendant.
Zip-up black hoodie. Worn under her jacket with the hood laid over the jackets collar. Worn unzipped often with the sleeves pulled up to her elbows.
Vintage oversized heavy metal band T-shirts, some with the sleeves cut off. Worn over fishnet shirt. (Metallica, Slayer, Iron Maiden, Led Zeppelin, Megadeth)
Long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Sleeve extends into a fishnet fingerless gloves on the left but is cut off at the wrist on the right.
Silver signet ring on right middle finger with an upside down cross engraved in it.
Mokume-gane Ouroboros shaped ring with pink jeweled eyes on left index finger.
Steel cuban link chain bracelet on right wrist.
Steel studded black leather belt.
Steel chain hanging down at her right side. One end attached to a belt loop, the other to a pocket watch manadial.
Worn/faded slim dark indigo Japanese selvage denim jeans. (Black or stonewash alt. colors)
Black with white accents Onitsuka Tiger Mexico 66 running shoes.
Black calf length open toe and heel socks.

Secondary hairstyle reference (Somewhere in between the two)

Close type of ponytail style reference

Raiya specializes in destructive magic. She is a master of electrical spells, and ruinous spells. She has a great foundation in most all Catholic magics as well as some Japanese Zen Buddhist/Shinto magic. As with her fascination of Japan, she also has a great fascination with snakes and has developed snake themed fighting style and magic. Every so often she sheds her skin, this makes her immune to aging. With her magic powers, she also has the ability to control certain light metals.

Raiya's parents, Japanese immigrants, owned a successful Japanese cuisine restaurant chain in New York City. Both parents died in a burglary gone wrong leaving Raiya orphaned in infancy. With a large mana constitution, Raiya was immediately adopted by the Catholic cathedral and put into mage training. Growing up in the New York Cathedral, she always shadowed Felix and thought of him as her older brother. Raiya was always proficient in magic, and her studies reflected that. Raiya achieved the rank Grand-Mage at the age of seventeen. At the age of twenty she was sent with two other grand-magi to investigate the sudden disappearance of a remote village in Italy. The village was razed, not so much as a 2x4 left standing upright. Investigating the trace of mana waves left by the spell she made her way to a nearby mountain where she found on a cliff-side the definite point of origin of the spell. Looking around the point of origin she found footprints. The foot prints looked exactly like the sole tread of a typical Catholic Magi officer. The level of destruction and the fact that the mana waves left by the spell accounted for only one spell, coupled with the footprint meant the evidence pointed toward an Arch-mage or higher to be the cause of the destruction. Once she returned to the Vatican, she provided the evidence in a council meeting. The council thanked her for the evidence provided but stated that they would be conducting the investigation from then on. Even though the council told her to no longer investigate this issue, Raiya continued the investigation on her own. Looking into the records of those who were gone the night of the destruction of the remote village, she narrowed it down to two, Arch-mage Thadeus and Arch-mage Felix. After obtaining this information, Raiya investigated both Thadues and Felix's living quarters. She discovered that Felix had never even worn his uniform boots, as he wore his own more comfortable combat boots. Thadeus, on the other hand, did not have any other pairs of footwear besides the ones on his feet, which were the uniform boots. Learning of this information but knowing the Vatican council would never listen to her, she approached Felix whom she knew was innocent. She told Felix all of the information she had obtained, but Felix brushed her aside saying that the Vatican was conducting their own investigation and to go against their demands to keep the investigation within their selected team would mean excommunication, even if the information was correct. Felix told her that he would not tell anyone about her own investigation, but pleaded with her to keep quiet about the issue until the Vatican completed their investigation. Raiya couldn't believe what she was hearing, that her cold hard evidence was being brushed aside because of protocol. But what's more, that the investigation team was comprised with Thadeus's brother as a member meant surely that Thadeus would never be convicted of this crime. All of this put into perspective Raiya's membership with the magi, and soon after she left the magi and Catholicism altogether. When she left two others left with her, the other two grand-magi that were on her initial investigation team with her. Soon after they left, they returned to NYC. Because the Vatican saw them as Apostates, they froze all their accounts and social security information, forcing them to make money through means less savory. Instead of falling into despair, Raiya and her two peers adopted the shady lifestyle altogether. Through their magic abilities, it wasn't long before they were running the biggest criminal organization in NYC. Raiya still resides to this day in NYC with the other two magi as her right hand women.

Raiya is seemingly devoid of any positive emotion. Her normal demeanor could be described as aloof. She is seen as a hard nosed, unwavering leader. This makes her well respected by her subordinates in the gang she runs. Though, to those who know her well enough she can be lighthearted. She has a short temper and a low tolerance for annoyances. In her annoyed state she has no problem threatening her friends with one of her sushi knives she keeps in her inner coat pocket, or electrocuting them with her magic. She loves Japan, even though she wasn't raised there herself. Her fanaticism for Japan runs so deep that she has Japanese tattoos, and has even taught herself the language perfectly. She is an excellent chef and specializes in Japanese cuisine. Even though she isn't very sociable, the few friends she does have are kept close to her and she protects them.

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With one his revolvers still in the holster, Nemo kept spinning his main gun until the firework blasted. Nemo abruptly stopped the spin and began to fan fire off all six shots into the target. Once it was empty, Nemo didn't despawn the gun back to his inventory, instead he tossed it high into the air like a juggling pin and drew his other pistol. Nemo proceeded to fan off the second gun's cylinder full of lead into the target as well before catching his first revolver before it hit the ground. The entire ordeal was completely in roughly three seconds. The speed which Nemo fired made the shots almost seem automatic, except for the small break as he drew his next gun.

 After Raiya was done, Nemo spun his silver gun back into it's holster and began to reload his main gun. He had no doubt won the competition, but strangely Nemo wasn't filled with the familiar sensation of accomplishment and pride that he usually felt. Nemo looked over to Raiya now, realizing why. He had always been an extremely competitive person, but in this instance he had really hoped she would win. If winning meant that she would have to lose it really left a bad taste in his mouth.

 "Well, it was a pretty good try, Raiya, but there's a reason my skills have been so highly valued in my time. I certainly paid for them myself as well." Nemo said. "But at least I know people don't call you Lightning Raiya for your gun-play now." Nemo added, putting a hand over his mouth to hold back a chuckle.

[Assistant] Raiya's jaw dropped open as she witnessed the quick speed and accuracy of the shots fired by Nemo. After a moment of silence she bowed her head and held out her hand, spawning a white headband with an imperial japanese red rising sun in the center. She tied the headband around her forehead and knelt down on the ground, sitting down on her legs. She then held out her hand and spawned a traditional wakazashi short knife and pointed it towards her abdomen. "I should have known this would be the result... Well, Nemo, it has been a fun time. Saiyonara." She said as she began inching the blade closer to her abdomen.

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Nemo smacked the blade out of Raiya's hands, emitting nervous laughter as he patted her on the back and removed the headband. "Hey, but on the bright side, I'm sure I can teach you how to carve off some seconds on that trigger finger of yours. Don't be so glum!" He assured.

 "However Raiya, a deal is a deal, winning means you'll have to do a favor for me." He noted. "I can think of a couple different ideas, how about I cash that in right now?" Nemo proposed, marking his face with a sly grin.

[Assistant] Raiya picked up the dagger and the headband and stored them back in her inventory. Standing up, she gave an uncaring smile and shrugged. "Remember what I said, though. The favor has to be within reason. If it's too out there I still have the right to refuse." Raiya answered.

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"Well, I don't think it to be too complex, but you can say no if you want. I'm sure I could come up with something else later on." Nemo started. "I want to do something I've never really done before. I've always heard it's a pleasant experience, so I've been quite curious." Nemo explained.

 Nemo extended his arms out. "My favor is I want a hug." He stated. "And not a cheap one either, at least a good ten seconds so I can really take it in." Nemo added.

[Assistant] Raiya raised her right eyebrow, "I mean, it's not too much to ask. It's a bit weird, though." Raiya replied. She stood up and stretched out her arms indicating the offering of a hug.

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Nemo stepped over and embraced Raiya. She was shorter than him, so he had to lean over a little. He gripped her with gentle pressure, and soon all of his muscles seemed to relax. He let out a sigh and rested his head on her shoulder. "You're softer than I expected, Raiya." Nemo noted. "I was scared I wouldn't feel anything, but... I do feel something. I don't really know what, but it feels nice." He spoke softly. "It's even better than I had imagined."

 After a short pause Nemo spoke again. "You're a great partner Raiya. Once this mission is over I'll really miss you, but I know that's how things should be." All of the words he spoke seemed to be genuine, despite how strange they were coming from him.

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Despite Travis' mere protest, Felix still advised upon him to do what he could before they would eventually partake on their mission. After that, Felix left the hallway and presumably back where Zuri was resting. Travis took the moment to stare back at the memory case, eyeing the ebony mass coursing within it, contemplating what he was going to do.

Eventually reaching the lab again, Travis set the small crystalline cube table and lazily eased back into his chair and beamed at the ceiling. Emotions still churned within him. Guilt. Anger. Confusion. He was so sure and confident that the spell would have worked, perhaps more specifically and bluntly, what he was expecting to work. The reality of the matter was that the spell did its job correctly and was destroying the mysterious curse; the difference however was that the curse apparently served a different purpose and objective. It was the unknown element he had feared of running up against.

Travis clutched his face with his right hand and groaned. At the end of the day, despite the horrible outcome that could have manifested, this event was just another circumstance of trial and error. Now he had solve the new problem that stood before him.

"Fine then," Travis said has he quickly re-oriented himself and took hold of the memory case with both hands. Casting his light projection spell into the small box, a holographic image imitating that dark mass hovered above it. Lastly, he activated the Causality Scryer and adjusted the scheme to dissect the sample in its confines, "lets see what you're really made of."


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Personnel Dossier

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Age

27

Physical Evaluation

Standing at five-foot-seven with pink hair and cerulean eyes, Maeve would be a looker if not for her unkempt appearance and loose-fitting attire. She's been fighting and jury-rigging tech her whole life and her lack of empathy toward others comes through in her constant lack of facial expressiveness beyond a scowl or frown. She hasn't smiled in over fifteen years and it shows.

Psychological Profile

Cold
Fair
Honest
Impulsive
Lawful
Temperamental
Ruthless
Violent

Background Information

The three major factions represent at least seventy percent of the planets in the greater galaxy. Where Maeve grew up they never factored in. The Sol Union's rivalry with the Thedes Empire or its distrust with the North Star League were things you heard about on Luon Prime from people who wanted to start a new leaf, break new bread, and just get away from intergalactic geo-politics. After all, Luon Prime was basically a nowhere planet, formed by the kind of people who wanted to play by their own rules and feign responsibility.

But where the greatest freedom came, so too did the greatest trials. Snake Bigby ran his planet tightly and where freedom came so too did trouble. Brigands and slavers, marauders and thieves, hustlers and enroachers; you name the type of problem and they came to Luon Prime eventually. Maeve's father was one such person, though the details were murky and Maeve didn't ask much. All she knew is that her father came for a second chance and before she was born became one of the more successful tin stars on the planet. Maeve's mother was an engineer, a mechanic. Born on Luon and committed to never leaving Luon, and it was through her that Maeve was taught everything from tuning a good firearm to using a toolkit on a frame to make sure it could sputter through the next fight.

There were constant worries growing up. Her parents protected the sector five line on the planet from bad people and worse creatures. It was only ironic that her father was shot and killed in front of her, at dinner, when she was fourteen-years-old rather than in the field doing his job as a man of law. Maeve can't even recall much of it. 'cept the man she tracked down for years after-the-fact that did the deed.

In a normal world she would've followed in her father's footsteps, stayed on Luon after she buried the man that ruined her life. But she couldn't stomach it. Somehow she moved on and found herself a member of a crew. Gamblers of Vox Fortuna. Some of them had helped her track down who she was looking for and she owed favors and she found comforting to do something with some passive idea of purpose. This was four years—four galactic cycles—ago. She still is amongst gamblers. Might be a gambler until she's in the ground like her father is.Exoframe

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Designation

Lone Star

Weight Class

Heavy

Description

Obadiah Puckett, Maeve's paternal grandfather, was the first one to fly the Lone Star. A heavy bipedal maiden standing at about 35.6 feet willing to dish out as much damage as it can take, it has served in countless conflicts from well before Andrew Puckett arrived on Luon Prime and married an engineer who knew how to patch up two generations of damage and retrofitted outdated power capacitors with better ones. It is a exoframe meant to be a damage dealer with various slots for exterior back-mounted armaments. The armor is thick, though it is one of the slower and less versatile exoframes based on some of Maeve's contemporaries among her fellow gamblers.

Equipment and Armament

The Lone Star, as described, is about dealing damage and taking damage. It may be exactly why Maeve survived the battle with her lifelong enemy and came out on top, but a lot of the bruising the Lone Star took in a fight that it was outgunned and outnumbered still remain. The power capacitors need upgrades, the armor is in imperfect shape, and the radar system works imperfectly. But Maeve has little money to her name and is in dire need of a credit line. The systems that work efficiently can be surmised below.

* Twin-Mounted ExoStarr™ Light Guns: The twin light machineguns that sit underneath the maw of the pilot's cabin are the first line of offense for the Lone Star. Plasma-infused shells spin at a fast rate to cause integral armor damage to Maeve's enemies.

* SCORPIO™ Heavy Rockets: Largely out-paced by the competing Hornet Hunter Seeker Missles, Mbraxo's stronghold over explosive processing centers on several planets allows them to produce more of them even if they aren't as efficient. A good pilot can upgrade the targeting system, anyway, right? It's a constant thought for Maeve, but Mbraxo rockets are cheap and plentiful and they get the job done.

* Heavy Armor Plating (50% INTEGRITY): It needs a new sheet of metal, but the Lone Star's armor is one of the benefits of its model and the modifications made through three generations of pilots. Nobody has killed a pilot while they are in the machine yet.

* Silverstar Light Rail Gun (OUT OF ORDER): Technically inoperable due to a lack of maintenance and power routing, the Silverstar Light Rail Gun is almost two generations old and the last time the Lone Star used it in a fight Maeve wouldn't even born for another twelve years. She's thought about updating it and repairing it, but railguns are as expensive as they are powerful.

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Location: Hall, Fortuna | In Transit

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"What's your problem? Don't you look before you walk?"

"Well I-"

"Huh? Can't hear you. Speak up."

Shit. She was in control. How could such a lithe woman be so scary?

"S-sorry," He muttered, overly embarrassed by being flustered by the girl. "I wasn't paying attention thanks to that awful food and-" he stopped himself, realizing she really didn't give a shit. "But yeah, it's my fault. I was just heading towards the hangar."

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Meal Hall, Fortuna | In Transit
February 21st, 3061

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"Whole day's full of luxuries, doc. " Mox chimed, popping another cube into her mouth. Chewing and swallowing without pulling a face was an exercise in discipline. "It's just about jumpin' the lil' gaps between them."

Life on the Vox Fortuna could be tumultuous in the best of times, but that was the lot, right? If the worst thing that happened to her today was that her food needed more salt, well, that'd be just peachy.

It would also be a fair sight better than what William's day was shaping up to be. She listened to the doc pitch her latest medical scheme to him, and he, of course, ate it all up without a second thought, or so much as an inkling as to what it actually was. That did more to test Mox's composure than a plate full of bland gray cubes. Theirs was not a tight ship, beholden to the rules and regulations of proper civilization. No one was going to slap doc Thompson with a malpractice suit for…going a few extra miles. She was a smart woman, no doubt, and every synonym for cunning, but there was something in the way she handled herself, how she fit into the shoddy little world around them that seemed off.

It reminded Mox of people she didn't know anymore. In a way, it made her hate Andrea Thompson, deeply.

"Don't prick'im too hard, doc," Mox said with a flawless grin. "Heaven knows we need the lil' chicken-bot out there."

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 Yalta Station Airlock | In Orbit over Arish IV
February 14th, 3061

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Captain Deckard Jones leaned against the hexagonal wall of the umbilical cord connecting the Fortuna to Yalta Station. If things had gone how he'd hoped the station's crew would've been using it to shuttle N-1 fuel cells to his ship's depleted engine. Instead the cord was empty, save for himself and his irate first officer. Madeline Lyon hadn't said a word since the two of them left Mr. Ducaine's office, but she didn't have to. Deck had learned to read Lyon's catalog of scowls through thirty-odd years together. And this? This was her angry scowl.

Deck cleared his throat to break the silence. "I don't like it any more than you do," he began, refusing to make eye contact. "But you heard the man: we don't refuel if we don't do this job."

Mads kept her lips pursed as she stared daggers into her captain's skull. The heat of embarrassment built up in his face, as if her gaze had stripped him down to his skivvies. He huffed, pushing off the wall to pace from one side of the corridor to the other. "Five million credits and a full tank, Mads. That contract with AM Ventures we're chasin' pays the same over three months. And this'll take us, what, a day? We're practically robbin' this guy!" He threw his hands up, risking a peek over his shoulder at Lyons' expression. It hadn't changed.

With a sigh, Jones' arms dropped back down to his side. He wished they could've just docked with the station, filled up the tank and gone on their merry way. He wished that Ducaine asshole hadn't declined their purchase and dragged Deck over to his office on Yalta Station with his 'humble proposal.' The man was a slimeball, that much was obvious. He wrapped himself in extravagance and spoke with a practiced swagger. Jones was a wheeler and dealer himself, in a way- he could recognize one of his ilk in an instant. Still, what else could he do? Ducaine had all the cards.

"Say something, damn it!" He yelled.

"He's lying." She replied, her tone even and restrained. "The situation's more complicated than he's making it out to be."

The captain put on his best grin. "We'll play this careful like, Mads, I swear. you know me: I always got somethin' up my sleeve." When her expression finally wavered Jones knew he had her beat. He turned away, then, and started up the umbillical cord toward the Fortuna. He lifted a finger to his ear to activate his ship-wide comlink. "Captain to exo-pilots, assemble in the hangar and prep your Frames for deployment. We got ourselves a contract. Will debrief you all when I get there."

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Cafeteria, Fortuna | In Orbit over Arish IV
February 21st, 3061

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"A lovely viewpoint, Ms. Holliday. I wish I was still as young and—"

Captain to exo-pilots, assemble in the hangar and prep your Frames for deployment. We got ourselves a contract. Will debrief you all when I get there.

She took a long, deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh, a small smile plastering itself to her face. "I would love to continue this conversation, truly. Perhaps later?" Then, shoving her tray to the side—she really didn't know how many nutrient cubes she'd eaten at this point but she really, genuinely didn't care—she shoved her chair back and stood, giving Mox a nod and then turning to William, the smile on her face growing just a little wider. "Tomorrow then, little prince!" Turning her back on them, she quickstepped over to the cafeteria door and rammed it open. The smile on her face stayed.

Inasmuch as she could really feel emotions, there was one pumping through her right now: anticipation. She hadn't been on a battlefield—a real, military battlefield (she'd been a Major, right? It was sometimes hard to remember)—in quite a long time. But still, every time she headed to where her beloved was resting, she felt her pulse quicken at the thought of mounting up again.

It wasn't long until she made it to the hangar. She'd almost run there, after all, and it was still mostly empty. Finally she reached her goal: on the far left side, two from the edge, was a monolithic beast of metal and bad news. She stroked it gently. "The joints are looking decent," she muttered to herself. "Hopefully decent enough." Last time she'd taken Perses out for a spin, she'd ended up raining hellfire with her induction cannon, missile pods, machine guns and retrofitted plasma cannon all at the same time, and the left ankle joint had broken loose. It had been unusable since. But now? Good as...well, not good as new, but good enough. Her eyes flicked up to the barrel of the Thanatos folded up on its back. "Good. Excellent."

Now all she needed to do was wait for Captain Deckard and the other pilots to get down here for briefing.

Well, that and get in the thing.

Where's that ladder gone off to?