[System]
Sephie's Characters~
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Creature: Cat Demon
Powers: Turning into a cat, summoning vines, reading Kiroketsu's thoughts through their link, has 9 lives
Description: Sephie is a average height girl who has shoulder-length brown hair, blue cat eyes, black cat ears, and a tail to match. Because of her creature species, she also has black paws, instead of hands and feet. The outfit she is usually seen wearing is the traditional female outfit of her demon species (a dress cut off just above the ankles with jagged sleeves and fur trim at the bottom and collar) in a purple color. She also has a pair of purple demon wings, and has a bag strapped around her waist. The bag can carry almost anything, despite it's size, and she keeps her weapon collection in it (it also happens to be where Kiroketsu lives). Sephie boasts a violent, energetic, and usually cheery personality, although she can get serious when it is needed.
Main Theme Song: Within Temptation - Iron

Name: Felixter
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Creature: Cat Demon
Powers: Turning into a cat, summoning vines, the power of his "Demon's Eye", has 9 lives
Description: Felixter is Sephie's twin brother. He has long-ish hair, with the bangs combed over to cover his left eye for reasons of safety. He also has the same kinds of ears, paws, wings, and tail as his sister (of course). He usually wears the traditional male outfit of his demon species (a suit similar to a tux with jagged sleeves, and fur trim at the bottom of the pants and on the collar). Felixter is seen as the smarter, more quiet of the twins. He runs his own lab, has created his own monster, and is a genius mechanic. He is quite protective of his sister, and refuses to let harm come to her if he can help it.

Name: Meora
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Creature: Neko
Powers: Turning into a cat
Description: Meora is a girl of average size with long dark brown hair and green eyes. She's usually wearing what looks similar to a Japanese school girl's uniform. She's a trained assassin who specializes in guns. She's the close friend of Sephie and Felixter, as she saved them from certain death in their homeland, the Demon Highlands, when they were young. They trained as assassins together, but Meora was shipped off to Japan for 5 years. As a result, she often uses Japanese in her conversations.
Main Theme Song: Gumi - Panda Hero

Name: Kiroketsu
Age: Around 20
Gender: Male
Creature: Bag Guardian Spirit
Powers: Changing color, flight, reading Sephie's thoughts through their link
Description: Kiroketsu used to be a regular demon, but he was killed for the crime of theft from the grand castle at the Demon Highlands after attempting to get a golden ring to propose to his one true love. He woke up finally when Sephie got the bag she keeps around her waist at the age of 8. Now, he is a nearly 10-ft purple spirit creature with bright green eyes, a large grin, a tail, cat-like pointed ears, and claws. He also has a particularly long tongue, which he often uses as an extra limp for carrying things. Or to annoy people. Be warned: Kiroketsu is a bit...perverted.
Main Theme Song: Miku (Or the Glutamine Cover :3) - When Crooks Laugh

Name: Amarasuru (Ammi)
Age: ???
Gender: Female
Creature: Fiery Cat Goddess
Powers: Manipulating golden flames for healing or combat purposes.
Description: Ammi is a grizzly bear-sized black house cat with silver spots, sapphire-blue eyes, and wings made up of golden flame. She is the goddess of motherly prowess and healing. Before she was a goddess, she was mostly the same, minus the flaming wings. She worked as a nurse for Sephie's friends, but spiraled into depression after all 3 of her children, and her love, were steadily killed off. Eventually, she lost her life fighting off the very person that killed her family, but was reborn as a goddess. Though her flames usually heal most ailments, she still carries the same medical pack that she strapped around her waist when still alive. Ammi loves children, and considers almost everyone she cares about to be one of her own.

Name: Amber
Age: Around 16?
Gender: Female
Creature: Living Shadow (used to be a wolf demon)
Powers: Melting into any dark place, shapeshifting
Description: Amber is an entity made up of shadow, therefore her skin and outfit are black, with some variations of gray in certain parts. She wears a crazy, cartoonish-looking dress with bows, a belt, and striped tights. Her eyes are a glowing yellow with no pupils, and she has claws, wolf ears, and a wolf tail. Her hair is curled up at the ends, and goes down to her shoulders. Amber used to be a regular wolf demon girl in the Demon highlands, but after she tried to attack and eat Sephie, she ended up dead. As a ghost, she haunted Clancy for awhile, until he was killed, and the two of them became insane, laughing, murderous shadows together. The pair should NEVER be separated by force...
Main Theme Song: Rin & Len - Trick and Treat

Name: Clancy
Age: Maybe 16?
Gender: Male
Creature: Living Shadow (used to be a cat demon)
Powers: Shapeshifting, melting into any dark place
Description: Clancy is an entity made up of shadow, so his skin and clothes are all black, or variations of gray for some places. He wears a crazy, cartoonish-looking suit with buttons, a bow tie, clownish shoes, and outlandish patterns. His eyes are a glowing yellow with no pupils, and he has claws, cat ears, and a cat tail. Clancy used to be a famous assassin working for the ultimate ruler of the Demon Highlands, but after he was given Sephie as a target, he was doomed. After his first failed attempt, Amber started haunting him, but they got along quite well. The second attempt at killing Sephie ended up in Clancy dying, where he then joined Amber and became a murderous, insane, and laughing shadow with her. The pair should NEVER be separated by force...
Main Theme Song: Rin & Len - Trick and Treat

Name: Kayori
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Creature: Half werewolf, half living shadow.
Powers: Sort of controlling her shadow arm (still learning), turning into a shadow wolf cub or beast
Description: Kayori is a smaller girl with short black hair, silver eyes, and a black birthmark vertically running across her right one. She wears a red and gold kimono with an odd design, and a matching gold headband with a bow on top. Her left arm, instead of being normal, is a huge shadow arm, which drags along on the ground behind her when she walks. Kayori came from the year 8012, to escape the horrific splitting of the world, which would release underworld demons and unlimited living shadows onto the surface. Her mother only married a living shadow because she was threatened, then gave her life to distract the authorities, and send Kayori into one of the remaining time machines. Kayori is Felixter's girlfriend, and lab assistant. She can also be a bit...stalker-ish of him...
Main Theme Song: Vocaloids - Near Future City

Name: Mirui
Age: Looks about 16 or 17, but is really only a couple years
Gender: Female
Creature: Monster Girl (Felixter hasn't given the species a name yet)
Powers: Controlling animals, growing out her fangs and claws, coloring things through her own inner magic using her tail and fingertips.
Description: Mirui was a monster created by Felixter in a bout of dangerous insanity. She's tall girl, around 7 feet or so, with bluish-green skin, long fangs that stick out of her mouth, long black claws for nails, and short-ish, messy dark blue hair. She has a very long cream-colored tail with reddish rings around it, like a lemur's, and tall, cat-like, pointy black ears. Uncovering her hair for a full view of her neck reveals fish fins also, and her eyes are a bright yellow. She wears a golden brown dress with a darker brown collar, ribbon, and details. To create her, Felixter went out and slaughtered different animals and people, taking parts back to the lab and combining them into a machine he made. By the time he snapped out of it, it was already too late. Most people run at the sight of Mirui, if they don't know her, but she's actually one of the nicest people in Sephie's group. Though her eyes are yellow, Mirui's trigger color is yellow, and she becomes extremely upset upon seeing large quantities of the color for some unknown reason...
Main Theme Song: Miku - Ronde of Possible World

Name: Ryoku
Age: A few years technically, but died young
Gender: Male
Creature: Little Fox Angel
Powers: Black smoke manipulation
Description: Ryoku was Ammi's first child, but he didn't live long enough to age much, or learn to speak. He in a bear cub-sized black fox kit with silver at the tip of his tail, and grayish-blue eyes. He's also got a pair of smoke-colored angel wings coming from his back. Ryoku was born to Ammi and her first love, Korumatsu, years ago. They wanted to keep it a surprise for their friends, so they planned to wait a week after having the baby to tell Sephie or any others. However...the night before they were going to, an evil force (later discovered to be Nimika) broke in and killed the week-old infant, despite Ammi's efforts. Ryoku can't speak, but he can write, so he takes a dry erase board and blue marker around with him.
Main Theme Song: Miku - Don't Look at Me in That Way

Name: Cloudessa (Cloudy)
Age: A few years technically, but was killed young
Gender: Female
Creature: Little Cat Angel
Powers: Summoning storm clouds
Description: Cloudessa is Ammi's third child, and her youngest daughter. She's a small, bear cub-sized gray tabby kitten with a white belly, muzzle, and big, shining green eyes. She's got a pair of white angel wings coming from her back as well. CLoudy's fur is unusually soft, and she loves to cuddle. She's a cheerful, caring little soul, who cares deeply for her friends and mother. The day that Cloudy was killed by Jackal and she was forced up into the Heavens, it was said to have sprinkled, because of her tears. She was reunited with her mother and friends as soon as the Celestial Bird granted her permission to travel the surface world.
Main Theme Song: Miku - We Should Not do Bad Things

Name: Maverick
Age: Less than a year
Gender: Male
Creature: Young Cat God of Blades
Powers: Turning into a huge monster version of himself, turning parts of himself into metal blades.
Description: Maverick is Ammi's fourth child, and the only child she's had while a Goddess. He's sized even bigger than a bear cub, though he's technically the youngest of her children. His fur is completely white, and his demon-like eyes are blood red with darker flecks surrounding the orange pupils. He also has scarier fangs, sharp-edged purple demon's wings, and claws made of large metal blades. Maverick started out as the Master's test of a way to make himself into a god. He created the child, but it needed to be implanted into a mother for it to grow. Ammi never intended to take that position, but one of her own friends ended up backstabbing her (quite literally) with the syringe. It was fast growing, and but a day or two later, Maverick was born.
Main Theme Song:

[User]
Joe: "So no drinks for anyone. You know I challenge everyone here to a drinking contest first one to one hundred or the last one standing wins. Srg grab the other keg." He pulls out a second keg and hands it to Srg who puts at the other end of the table.
Srg: "Ok but I am not drinking."
Star: "All though I may look like a ten year old I am actually old enough to drink but I will not." he goes over to the dinosaur an rubs it's neck.

[Assistant] The only thing Felixter can see that gives any recognition of emotion from underneath Michael's hood is a smile. "Oh, I can definitely relate to that. One minute, you believe your friends with a group of villagers. The next, they're trying to sacrifice you to appease the wrath of an apparent god. Well, on can even go as far to say that there's never a dull moment in my life." He responds, delightful at engaging in a conversation.

[User] From the shadows behind Star another 'Pokemon' appears. "So Star have you made some friends?" "Yes Kyru I think I have".

[Assistant]
"Drinking contest, huh...?" A dangerous glint flickers across Sephie's eyes.
"NO." Both Felixter and Ammi tell her immediately.
"Wha-" Sephie begins, looking disappointed.
"Last time you tried actually getting drunk, which you're technically too young to be doing anyway, you almost killed several people! Actually, you DID!" Ammi adds.
"No, that was Felixter!" Sephie retorts.
"Because you insulted me and nagged me until you got me to participate in your stupid idea." Felixter holds his face in one of his paws. "Just no, Sephie. For everyone's sake..."
"...Fiiiine." Sephie huffs.
"I'll do the drinking contest for you!" Kiroketsu offers.
"No, don't let Kiro do it, guys." Meora warns everyone. "He's a cheater. He's a spirit, so he can drink as much as he wants and not get drunk!"
"Y-YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL THEM THAT!" Kiroketsu exclaims. Meora only snickers at his misfortune.
Felixter turns back to Michael, listening with his ears perked. "Seems like you have situations similar to ours back where you live." He smirks lightly. "My twin sister and I here ran away from our home when we were 11, and took with us the knowledge of the Demon Highlands's, our homeland's, terrible secrets. They did many things to us up until that point, changing our creature species, putting us into an orphanage by saying our mother no longer wanted us, and trying to marry my sister off to the Demon King, who still chases her to this day. We were hated from birth by the true puppet-master of that whole society, so he made our lives hell. We were supposed to die there...but then we left. No one born in the Demon Highlands is supposed to leave or see the outside world. Ever. Now we're constantly chased by that mastermind and his minions. We've lost many lives to them."
"Hai...we're hoping that none of them followed us here...but you can't be sure." Meora nods in agreement with Felixter.


[System]
Age:
20

Magic:
Drill Magic
A magic that allows the user to rapidly spin their body, or just individual parts such as limbs or digits. Drill Magic can allows the user to move quicker and even fly when used properly, as well as actually drilling through solid objects. The rapid spinning motion adds more power and speed behind attacks. Enough spin can even turn a simple attack deadly.

Magic Level:
B

History:
Beatrix Valente was born to Miguel and Janet Valente. Both Dark Mages of the guild White Hydra. Along with the title of Dark Mage, Beatrix inherited her father's Drill Magic and strength. While she was being raised and trained to be a Dark Mage, she was being raised in the guild alongside a young Maddox Colburn. The two were born several days apart and the only two children in the guild, so it was inevitable they eventually befriended each other. Only this was after Maddox was initiated as a Dark Mage, as she didn't care for him while he was still a slave child.

While Maddox only pretended to enjoy his future career, Beatrix actually did want to become a Dark Mage like her parents. Due to their similar age and their friendship, they often worked together as kids when out on illegal jobs. At ten years old, Janet Valente was ambushed by the Magic Council and was accidentally killed when she resisted. This left Beatrix with only her father as family, though she viewed the other members of White Hydra as family. As she was a few days younger than Maddox, Beatrix was more or less considered the baby of the guild, so it was clear that the others were close with her as well.

Her general life of crime and sin came to a screeching halt when she was eighteen. While out performing an assassination job with two other guild members, Maddox destroyed the entire White Hydra guild and all those inside it. Including her father. When the small team returned to find the guild hall destroyed and all the dead bodies in the ocean, they were totally shocked and blindsided. It took some time to discover the culprit was Maddox, as he was the only one unaccounted for among the dead. While the other two surviving White Hydra members decided to call it quits, having no friends or guild to turn to anymore, Beatrix decided to stay as a Dark Mage by herself and avenge her father's death.

The years after this have been spent trying to find Maddox Colburn. Of course, a life of lawlessness has led the Dark Mage to live like an outlaw. Constantly stealing things she needs to survive and simply breaking into homes to find places to sleep. Her journey to find Maddox was mostly dead ends and useless information, but several months ago she happened upon an old copy of the Weekly Sorcerer, which featured Maddox inside it. Discovering that he belonged to the famous guild Phoenix Wing, Beatrix crumpled the magazine and made her way to Magnolia.

Personality:
Full of energy and brash, even somewhat vain. And of course: highly aggressive. These are all ways to describe Beatrix. Her generally volatile behavior is perfectly accompanied by the fact she has a constant desire to break rules and laws. She is prone to do as such on mere whims, ranging from simple boredom to having one of her angry fits. While she is headstrong and not much of a thinker, she does have common sense and the capability to think before acting. This is just a rare occurrence, not a totally impossible feat. She has a soft spot for sour candies and cute animals, but not much else. Though generally despicable in her acts, she does have a strong sense of family and friendship. It's just that she has so far had family and friends of immoral aptitude, and she has thus followed suit. General anarchy is her favorite environment and she will often make the effort to change the environment around her to fit that quota.

Team Members:
None. Not like any would really want to join forces with Beatrix anyways.

Three Strengths:

1. If Beatrix has one thing going for her, it's her raw physical power. She hits like a truck.

2. The versatility of her magic allows her great ease for navigating difficult environments.

3. Quite speedy, even without her magic. Fast and agile.

Three Weaknesses:

1. Not the sharpest tool in the shed.

2. A little too quick to act. Brash.

3. A tendency to focus on only one thing at a time.

Greatest Love:
Sour Candy

Motivation:
To destroy the man that killed her father and ruined her life.

Appearance:

Beatrix stands at an unimpressive height of 5' 9", making her middle-of-the-road in stature. Her clothing choice varies often, but she typically prefers to wear a style similar to that depicted in the image above (short shorts, revealing tops, etc). She almost always wears tall, black boots with black laces and her signature greaves. She has a black guild mark on the right side of her right thigh, about midway up. While travelling or outdoors in general, she often conceals herself in a purple hooded cloak to help evade unwanted recognition.

Additional Details:
Beatrix Valente has a standing bounty of 200,000 Jewel in just one of the towns she has a bounty in, given to her by the mayor of Regala, the town that White Hydra used to bully the most before its destruction. She is wanted in several cities and towns across Fiore for infractions ranging from petty theft to aggravated assault to vandalism and even destruction of property. Regala is the only town she has charges for murder in. The Magic Council is yet to post its own warrant for her arrest. And of course: theme song.

Supplementary List of Spells
Note: All foes hit with any of her spinning attacks will also be spun themselves. The sheer power behind each blow makes blocking a difficult and painful task, but successful blocks or simply being strong enough allows a victim to resist the spinning effect.

Drill Magic: Breaker Fist - A powerful haymaker punch with the influence of her magic. Her arm spins rapidly as she makes the punch, adding to the pure power and speed behind it. Enough power, in fact, to break steel.

Drill Magic: Swiveling Blast - Similar to the above spell, only performed with a wide kick rather than a punch. Even more powerful than her Breaker Fist with slightly more reach, but also somewhat slower to perform.

Drill Magic: Spinning Propulsion - By rapidly spinning her lower body, Beatrix propels herself through the air. This allows her to move even faster than running and she can even fly like this. It must be noted that she cannot hover like this, as she always has forward momentum. This can be used to add even more force behind her attacks as well as for maneuvering around her environment. She can make her entire body spin to go even faster, though this limits her attacks to only charging directly at a foe to cause damage.

Drill Magic: Air Burst - Beatrix rapidly spins her arms after putting her hands together directly in front of herself, facing an enemy. After spinning her arms for a moment, gathering the air around her and spinning that along with her arms, she shoots the spinning, compressed air at her foe by splitting her arms apart. Her only form of ranged attack, and it retains the same power as any of her regular strikes. However, due to being a different composition, it has different ways to get around it. Moves at high speed and is actually quite wide.

Drill Magic: Burrowing Mole - By rapidly spinning either her lower body or both arms above her head, Beatrix can actually function like a drill and easily carve a path through the ground. Her drilling capability allows her to easily go through stone, and go through steel with difficulty. Hitting an opponent while using this spell has a different effect compared to the other ones. While her other attacks inflict blunt force trauma, this attack is actually "sharp" and will not only cut opponents but can completely impale them.

Supplementary Combat Details
Martial Art Style:
Beatrix doesn't use a named art as he form of melee combat. Rather, she uses her own self-developed style that is reminiscent of Western Boxing, placing an emphasis of a combination of light and quick strikes to open up an opponent to a heavy, hard-hitting blow. While her most common form of striking comes from her fists, her most powerful strikes are from her legs. Her leg power makes her sweeps highly effective when she uses them. While her martial art is unnamed and self-taught, it has been proven to be of a comparable status to the more traditional fighting styles.

Aside from the basic striking plan mentioned before, Beatrix's body actually has a lot of motion in her fighting stance. This allows her to bob and weave around attacks with greater ease, allowing follow-up strikes and counters. When it comes to defense, her preference is to dodge rather than to block. But she keeps her arms in and will block attacks that are aimed toward her face/head and attacks aimed toward her center of mass (with her legs more so than her arms). The general rule of her combat style: quick upper-body movements and strikes, strong lower body blocks and strikes. Due to her natural strength, and especially when amplified by her Drill Magic, even her light jabs have respectable power. Much how her style is unnamed, she has no named techniques to attribute to her martial art.

Supplementary Records
Criminal Record:
Her rap sheet has no shortage of marks. Cities and towns all over Fiore have her name on file for various crimes committed in their territories by Beatrix. The most common crimes being theft, aggravated assault, and vandalism, though she has committed far more than just those. It should be noted that she does have several murder charges related to assassination jobs of the past, though those are few and far between. Different cities have different bounties for her capture, with the highest being 200,000 Jewel in the town of Regala, and a cumulative bounty of 376,000 Jewel. Despite her "impressive" records, no actions have been taken against her by the Magic Council.

The Weekly Sorcerer:
Beatrix was featured in a brief article on up-and-coming Dark Mages that are potential threats to how magic is perceived but also don't belong to a guild. She was only mentioned by name without listing any deeds or providing any pictures.

[User]
The purr grew slightly louder as he was picked up and gently scratched by the ears. Surprisingly, this armored fellow was quite gentle, especially after having seemed quite annoyed. The orange feline's guess was spot on as the man asked about if the cat knew anything. Karn didn't know if the man meant it to ask absently, not expecting a answer, or actually knew he was holding and Transformation Mage, but either way Karn decided to answer the poor fellow. After all, the handsome gentleman had apparently been annoyed with the ruckus and wanted to know what exactly was going on. Plus, by the armor, Karn guessed this man was part of Phoenix Wing so he had a right to know.

**"Yup!"** Karn mewed cheerfully. **"A Sound Mage was playing some jokes by using his magic to break glasses of water of some members of Phoenix Wing. Their was some bickering, one of the Guild Members freaking out, which lead the Sound Mage freaking out and destroying the train cart they were in. The Guild Master is talking to him now."** Karn explained happily, pointing with a small paw back towards the direction he came from where the chaos was.

[Assistant]
[James]

James almost dropped the little orange cat in surprise when it spoke and pointed back towards another part of the car. But his mind quickly did the math and thought it might be a transformation mage. "That so? And how well did all that go over?"

[User]
Paws flailing a little as he was nearly dropped from the knight's surprise, the feline gave a sigh of relief as his carrier caught himself before dropping the orange cat. Ears perking at the question, Karn hummed as he played over the situation in his mind before giving a voice impression of the Sound Mage.

**"This Foo."** he mimicked kinda soft but clear but then switched to being at regular volume. **"I hear you. On my keister Mister. Imma walk away now uncaringly."** Karn mimicked, adding the last bit of what happened.

**"Then the Guild Master trapped him in a inviso box and is scolding him. He.. She currently is pretty scary when irritated."** The feline pointed out, lightly pawing the pretty shiny armor on the arms.

[Assistant]
The relative silence was broken by an approaching girl. Maddox looked up to Sayuri as she sat down across from him. For a moment he was confused how she would know about him, but after a quick glance down he remembered that he removed his coat. So it was easy to see his guild mark. "Your eyes don't fail you," Maddox confirmed with a friendly smile. "Been in the guild for over two years. It was smaller then. By the way, you sure picked an interesting day to join Phoenix Wing."

He brought his arms behind his head now, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "The name's Maddox Colburn. Welcome to Phoenix Wing. I'm gonna go out on a limb here and guess that all the ruckus in the back made you decide to sit up here where it's a bit more... calm?" A chuckle escaped him as he brought his eyes back to Sayuri. "So what's your story? What's brought you to Phoenix Wing? Oh. I almost forgot. It'd also be good to get your name." Maddox chuckled again before adjusting in his seat once again to find the most comfortable angle to lean.

[User]
Sayuri's mouth twitches slightly at Maddox's 'interesting day' comment, "You have no idea how 'interesting' this is for me," she turns and leans against the wall proping her feet across the seat, "Thats only part of the reason I came in here. The other is that there is now a large hole in the wall."

She slides down a little, "My name is Sayuri. I joined the guild because I felt my training wasn't increasing my strength anymore and joining a guild would help with that. As for why Pheonix Wing specifically, what I've heard piqued my intrest," Sayuri starts staring off into the distance, "I think my sister would like it in a guild... Not that being anywhere would change anything, she could fit in anywhere."

[Assistant]
The look on Maddox's face suggested one of both disbelief and confusion. "A hole in the..." he muttered to himself before shaking his head. After giving up on trying to guess what was going on in the other cart the friendly grin returned to his lips. "So you joined hoping to progress as a mage. A lot of people seem to join guilds for that. You sure picked a fine one for that. Not trying to gloat but Phoenix Wing may very well be the strongest guild in all of Fiore."

After his obligatory statement of pride, Maddox let his smile fade into a serious expression. He hadn't missed the last thing that Sayuri said. It was obvious that the sister she mentioned wasn't alive, judging by the tone. "But one thing I've learned, through my years of interacting with people, is that _growing stronger_ is never the _true_ reason they join," Maddox spoke up. "If what everyone said upon joining was true, Phoenix Wing would be nothing more than a dojo with optional work." He shrugged his shoulders and closed his eyes with that last statement.

"Whatever the case, I advise you learn how to relax." A grin formed on his face now. "It is something that most people in Phoenix Wing cannot do. But what you see before you is one of the few men that wear the mark that can also chill." His red eyes opened now. It took him a moment but now Maddox realized that Sayuri had a very similar hair color and eye color to himself. "It may sound mundane but I think you'll understand with time."


[System]
Gale has a red ribbon wrapped around the base of his left ear.

"You're still out there, right Breeze...?"

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Species:
Minun

Sex:
♂

Age:
Adolescent

Ability:
Minus

Moves:
Quick Attack
Growl
Tearful Look

Guild Rank:
Recruit

Equipment:
Gale carries around a scrapbook, filled with memories of him and Breeze. The pages are filled with little glued-in trinkets, doodles, and even a picture of the two of them with their adoptive parent, Hurricane.

Personality:
Far meeker than his twin sister, Breeze. Gale isn't short on courage, but he does lack a certain decisiveness. He tends to waffle and mull things over before jumping into action, which can make him come across as a bit of a coward. Gale's also a bit one-track minded, hyper-focused on whatever goal he does eventually settle on. Still, this doesn't mean Gale is completely alien to the world around him- he's a pretty good listener, all things considered, and very determined. If push came to shove, Gale pushes.

Bio:
'Gale' and 'Breeze'- an odd pair of names for a Minun and a Plusle. If they'd ever known their real parents, maybe they'd have wound up with different names. As it stands, though, the one who raised and cared for the two of them was their adoptive father, a Staraptor named Hurricane. Hurricane is a veteran of the Oblivion war, sure, but hardly enough to be called a legendary hero. No, he ended up retiring before the war had even ended, retiring after making a snap judgment to bring back two abandoned pokemon eggs to his home.

One hatched first- a girl, and a Plusle, given the name 'Breeze'. Even when she was very very young, not knowing what she was doing, Breeze would spend a lot of time near the other egg. Not long after it, too, hatched. That egg turned out to be a boy this time, the Minun that'd be called Gale. Gale and Breeze would be inseparable, doing anything and everything together, much to the dismay of their adoptive father. He wanted to teach them independence, to have each be on their own two feet. His pride, and his being a different species, made him not understand the siblings' magnetic attitude towards each-other.

Still, for a while, they didn't live a bad life, the three of them. Hurricane clearly cared for his children, adopted they may be. Thinking it was best for them, he decided to split the pair up. He made Breeze go out into the world when she was old enough to take care of herself and forced Gale to stay behind. To comfort Gale, Breeze left him their scrapbook, as well as tying a ribbon around his ear. Breeze had both a red and a blue one, so she'd take the blue one. This way, both of them had something as a reminder of the other.

Hurricane took care of Gale on his own for a little bit longer, until Gale got fed up and set out on his own as well. He wanted to find Breeze again, not be separated like they were, and so began an adventure to find her. A solitary, rough journey across a slowly healing world. He didn't have much money, or many personal belongings, but he made do, somehow. Taking an odd job here, doing a favor there. The wanderer's life wasn't much sustainable in a land as broken as this one, though. That, and no matter who he asked, nobody seemed to have a clue on who or where Breeze was. At some point, after having taken on a job, Gale heard about these "Rescue teams" being a thing. Pokemon who form teams to aid those in need, travelling all around the world to do so. Given that he needed both a steady line of work and some manner to search for his sister, Gale figured it might be something for him. So he sauntered off to Mandalay, the place he heard had the organisation's guild hall, to apply and become part of one such rescue team.

Secret:
?

[User]
"Are you sure, Fio?" Gale would ask of her, considering she turned down Gale's intended offer of joining them in shopping. He wasn't aware himself that he'd made it sound otherwise. "Hm... if you think you can handle it, then I'll leave it to you two."

Gale gave both Ting and Fio a nod. He scanned the guild hall, trying to find the exit. "Hm... I think we should meet up right on the exit of town when we're done. Then we can depart for the orchards after."

It felt a little weird to the Minun to be giving out orders like that, but the party had been held up long enough. "I'll see you two later then," Gale said, gave his team a goodbye wave and made his way down to the barracks to go see Pandora.

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Songstream Hall, Main Hall --> Mandalay, Cloud Street

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"Well, I guess that solves that. Come on, Fio, Cloud Street can't be too far. Hopefully at this time of day they'll have lots of stuff to sell, and will give us some good deals." Ting watched as Gale headed towards the barracks, and he began to waddle towards the exit of Songstream Hall. There wasn't anyone in the problem center or at the front gate yet, though Ting guessed that would probably change very soon.

Following a few Street signs would quickly lead Ting to the area known only as Cloud Street. It was a broad, straight street, with many merchants at stalls or with caravans displaying their goods, and even more buildings, telling of sales and quality items. There were fabrics, pastries, various shining stones, boxes full of berries, there were even pokemon offering services like locksmithing and transportation. It was like a whole new world from what he had seen in Dunescar and Wude. It was kind of overwhelming for the poor Aron at first.

Usually places like this are where you'd hold on to your coin purse a little tighter in other places around the border. And brazenly displaying all your goods was a good way to get them stolen. But the pokemon here all seemed like it was just your average day. What kind of place was this?

Ting quickly snapped back to his senses as a large foot stomped in front of him. A Grotle had just run by, carrying a bag in its mouth towards one of the many buildings. He turned towards Fio. "Well, here we are. Guess we'd better watch our step, we probably don't want to get trampled. Any idea where to start? You're the one with the good fortune."

What exactly would they need? Food probably shouldn't be that big of an issue. Bread was relatively cheap, and would fill him up for the road, plus he had some iron scraps in his bag, should push come to shove. Maybe the farmers would be willing to pay them in food for their help? If it did get dark, some form of light would probably be a good idea. A lantern or something would help there. Maybe some of the shopkeepers would be feeling generous and give discounts to new recruits at the guild?

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 Interacting with/Mentioning: @The Irish Tree(Fio)

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Fio would follow after Ting, definitely of the opinion that the Aron knew his way around town a lot better than she did. Even the street signs didn't exactly prove that helpful when you weren't exactly "literate", so she was glad she had Ting to guide. But thankfully, even if she couldn't read, Fio sure could count! And wow, those were some big numbers on the signs with the two circles around the line thingie that said "hey, its cheap!". It seemed Fio's fortune had come true and there was an abundance of food that needed to leave market TODAY.

Of course, even with the good fortune of some discounts, it wasn't like they could really splurge or anything. At best, probably four berries, which would most likely last the non-plant members of the team a day's journey, while Fio was fine with her existing bottle of water. Still, she wanted to make sure she wasn't recklessly spending, and would consult Ting first. "So...I think with our money pooled together, we can get you and Gale two Oran berries each...w-would that be enough?" the grass-type asked, hoping that her friends wouldn't be upset with too little food. She knew how she felt when she didn't get enough sunshine.

Fio also seemed a bit worried being in the market, looking over her shoulder on occasion, only to have a look of relief. ...Something might be bothering her...probably something to do with her "stuffed in sacks" schtick that she'd said during her introduction.

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The barracks of Songstream Hall were pretty barebones in all honesty. Several Bunk Beds were set in rows, in varying sizes, with small bags and chests sat at the foot of each of them in a large rectangular room. Many were unclaimed, but it was easy to tell which bed belonged to whom. Whether it was the small decorations that sat on or around them, or the state of some of them, such as Squegg's unkempt blankets and crumbs of food littering his bed, or Rio's bed being surrounded by flowers and brightly colored dresses.

The barracks were empty, with the exception of one lone figure in the dim lights. It was none other than Pandora, who was busy polishing a crystal orb the size of her head to a perfect sheen. She sat near her bed on the floor, surrounded by several other strange objects. There was a deck of cards with strange pictures on them, a map of various constellations, a pair of bent copper rods, and other various fortune telling and divination paraphernalia stacked neatly on the chest by her bed.

Her being the only other Pokemon down there made it all too easy for Gale to find the Absol. One small issue still had to be overcome though; the matter of drawing Pandora's attention. She seemed preoccupied to put things mildly, as well as Gale not being the most assertive mousey creature around. A light tap probably wouldn't do; at best he'd be looked at funny, but at worst he could startle the woman. Well, she didn't look like the easily startled type, but if she WAS, then Gale had no intention of paying damages for the crystal ball he might or might not end up being the cause of breaking. In the first place, Gale would need to-

-focus, and remember why he came here rather than get lost in his musings. "Uhm, excuse me?" he'd try to reach out. "Are you Pandora, by any chance?"

The Absol flinched ever so slightly at the sound of Gale's voice and touch. She looked around, somewhat confused, before looking down at the little yellow and blue creature. She set down the cloth she was using on the chest next to her, amongst the various other tools that laid there before turning back towards Gale. "Yes, that's me, who are… " she cocked her head to the side, eyeing up the small creature in front of her, seemingly taking in every detail. "Ah, you're one of the new recruits. Gale, was it? Do you require my services? If you've lost something I might be able to help you find it. Or I may be able to illuminate what lies ahead." As if for emphasis she looked over and put her paw onto a nearby stack of cards.

Gale shot it a quick glance, then back at Pandora. "...Yeah. Gale. I've come here for…" he'd voice, his words petering out as Gale took a hard look at the reason he actually came down here for. Sure, he came to get his fortune told. And, truthfully, he'd appreciate any clues to his personal goals- to finding his sister. His first instinct was even to ask about it, just now. However… he couldn't do that, not now. Both Ting and Fio were preparing for the mission and Gale couldn't just be selfish when others were relying on him. Hurricane always did teach him to be a good brother to Breeze like that. "Actually, I'm going out on my first mission soon," he'd say, "and I'm not doing it alone. I'm going with two other recruits, Fio and Ting. I wanted to know our fortune for the road, if it's not too much to ask."

The Absol smiled gently at the seemingly shy boy's request. "Of course, of course. A little illumination for the road ahead. I'll tell you what I can. Now then…" Turning her head once more, Pandora's eyes began to glow a soft violet hue, as the cards she had her paw on began to slowly shuffle themselves, turning in various directions and rearranging their positions for but a brief moment, until the cards were once again still. "Just a little trick I picked up during my travels. Only works on light objects like cards, though."

In one swift motion, Pandora swiped the top card off of the deck and onto the floor, face down. "Let's see what fate has in store for you today." She flipped the card over. The card had a picture of a cart, pulled along by two Rapidash in full gallop, the cart containing a thin, featureless bipedal figure holding some sort of golden staff under a starry sky. Although to the young Minun, the picture was upside-down. "The Chariot, in the reverse position. The Chariot in its reversed position usually represents opposition, or roadblocks of some kind. Perhaps you will run into a 'bump in the road' as it were. Or perhaps…" the Absol's voice trailed off as she seemed to explore her thoughts momentarily. "You may encounter a problem you cannot face head on, and you may have to approach from a different angle." She looked up from the card to Gale. "If I were you, I'd be wary of trickery, and try not to focus too much on things out of your control. Focus on the how and why, as you may be focusing your efforts on the wrong problem." She picked up the card and slid it into a random spot in the deck sitting on the chest.

"I wouldn't be too worried, all things considered. If anything terrible were to happen to you, Kick would be on the hunt to bring you home safe personally. But otherwise, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Gale put his paw to his mouth. "Anything else…?" he repeated after her, pondering the offer over. The offer was tempting enough, but he felt like he shouldn't take too much of the Absol's time. "Well… maybe not now, no. I'd like it if I could come by again later, though. I might want my fortune told again for something else..."

Gale would've been lying if he said he hadn't got other things on his mind, but they could wait at least a little bit longer. He shouldn't hold up his team or his senior any longer. Further, he needed time to think about what that prediction meant. From the sounds of it, this first mission wasn't going to be nearly as routine or simple as Gale had hoped. "Thank you for your time," he said with a quick bow of respect, turning to rejoin his teammates.

"Of course," The Absol mirrored Gale's bow. "Feel free to come back any time."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
Twin Daggers - Twin daggers, they respond to aura more easily than other material, allowing him to make his imbued strikes.

Dust imbued coat - The coat creates an after-image of him whenever he uses his Semblance. It looks really cool, and can be disorientating to fight, and makes it harder to keep track of him.

Lightning Pins - Throwing knives with a unique design to attract electricity. Using these knives he can set up his Lightning Rod skill's directions, giving him more versatility of approach. They can be used as ranged weapons as well, although they are weak in that regard. Due to their small size, he can carry a large amount of them, and throw a large amount of them with relative ease, and can dash to each one mid-flight, allowing him to really mix things up.

Specialty: Fast, i
ncredibly fast, coupled with his lightning-speed semblance, Jack Orpheus is nigh impossible to hurt or catch. His speciality is in distraction work, anti-personnel and duels. His incredible speed allows him to force opponents on their toes, and eventually pressure them until even a split second opening is created, which he will exploit, or against larger opponents, he can reach harder-to-strike areas much more quickly than others. It is reported he is fast enough to assault one opponent from more than 5 directions (thanks to his Lightning Rod skill he created). Obviously, even a little bit of damage on him will hamper his mobility, so even a minor strike on him can be a big thing.

Semblance:
 Midnight Lightning - Only called so because of it's black and navy blue appearance, it appears to eat the light around it, creating an ethereal or unnatural appearance. This semblance allows Jack to zip in straight lines at lightning speed, and usually without pause. As he passes opponents with it, he is able to slash at opponents, and can even imbue his blades with his Semblance in order to make his strikes sharper and deadlier. He has a special technique with his Semblance called "Lightning Rod", allowing him to do multi-directional dashes as long as he hits a reference point, such as a tree, poles, etc. Against larger opponents, he can even use their limbs, allowing him to deal extra damage as well as maintain mobility.

Midnight Railgun - By zipping around with his semblance, he builds up his aura and eventually glows slightly. The brighter he glows, the stronger the attack. Railgun is executed as a long range rushing attack in a straight line, and it's maximum range is a sniper rifle's. He can charge it manually like a power-up stance, allowing him to prepare an entry, or charge it in the midst of battle by using his semblance.

The move has an insane amount of power, and when used he becomes essentially a living light-speed bullet when fully charged, but can still be used at low charges, but that would mean he would have to charge it up again once used.

Full charge is shown by a change in hair and eyes, as well as his aura becoming very visible around him.

Personality: An incredibly fast mind equipped with wit and mouth that talks fast enough to keep up with it. He is often seen as an idiot due to how he is usually unable to read atmosphere, possibly because he sets his own pace, which turns out to be faster than many can keep up with. He can be seen as tactless, but he is not without merit. He doesn't seem to mind the little things, and he is able to work together and cooperate, on the other hand, others may find him disagreeable. He handles himself and others in a largely informal way, so he also comes off as rather rude.

Appearance: I'm gonna draw a new one. You're gonna have to wait till next week though due to assignments.

Color: Midnight Blue

Emblem: Twin lightning bolts in a V shape.

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Ivan Oakley - PE

"Wounded animals are known to bite those who hurt them, Sapphy." Ivan snapped back, before nearly falling when she shoved him and took off. He grimaced, but followed even more cautiously to make sure that she wasn't going to fall over again. He slowly jogged as he came into the final stretch, keeping well away from the blue-haired girl and her rather moronic drive to constantly and completely shove way any and all help that he, in his superior morals and strength, could provide. If she was going to insist on being a horrible comrade-in-arms, then he'd have to make up the difference. Perhaps she was actually miss a few IQ points?

He stole a look at the woman, making a complicated expression as he considered the implications.

It would explain why she was acting so dumb. That meant that she wasn't being rude as much as she just didn't know any better.

The gunslinger brightened up considerably, cheered immensely by his fabricated reasoning.

The return of Ivan's pleasant mood was only hastened by the mention of more exercise. Finally, he could both show off his exemplary training and release all that stress that had built up over the periods prior. He set off on the lap nearly immediately after the professor finished speaking, keeping his breath controlled as he set off along the track at record speed, making sure to fully exert himself for the final lap before he was to get into the more physically taxing exercises.

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Esther Vanhomrigh - 5th Period, Practice Class

Esther stood by on the sidelines, observing the student's performances in silent judgement. She had half a mind to make Mr. Fallson redo the course then and there, as his performance was cringe-worthy and nearly made her sick watching him bumble through her course. She would have to request to see his previous field performances. She had a hard time believing that he had passed the initiation test. But, she wouldn't contradict Professor Iderson's decision. A vein pulsed in her temple as he butchered her name. Clenching her white gloved fist, she held herself back from throat-punching him. At least he realized his mistakes halfway through and decided on just referring to her as 'ma'am'.

Her sharp ears catching Ms. Montgomery's muttered complaints, it took all her willpower not to grab the poor girl up and toss her into the treeline. Professor Iderson saw it fit for her to immediately retry the course, saving her from Esther's wrath. Temporarily, at least. Sighing, she adjusted the brim of her cover.

"Ms. Montgomery, I strongly suggest you hold your tongue and keep your complaints to yourself. Lest I give you something to truly bitch about. If you think we're being 'mean' to you, then you're in for a very rude awakening as you and your team begin to take on missions."

She strided over to where Ms. Montgomery sat and stood looming over her. Her expression darkened as an intimidating aura emanated from her. Looking down at the girl, her eyes shaded by the brim of her cover, she continued.

"Better to ready yourself to face the world's cruelty here at Beacon and steel yourself, before you witness the true horror of the Grimm. Do you think we're being 'mean' here? You have no idea if you haven't yet laid eyes on the atrocities of those black demons."

Her white-gloved hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Priscilla's shoulder roughly, jerking her upright and onto her feet. With a single shove, she forced Priscilla towards the direction of the line in front of the obstacle course.

"Get to the back of the line. Once everyone else has run through at least once, you are going again. This time, perform a little better unless you'd enjoy doing this ten or more times."

Folding her arms behind her back, she turned and returned to her original spot. Eyes observing Mr. Fallson.

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Kuhaku Shiro - 5th Period, Practice Class

Watching the video and observing the other students run through the course, he tilted his head curiously. For some reason, his fellow comrades had trouble one way or another save for a few out of the majority. To him, the course was rather simple and straightforward enough. As his turn arrived, he removed his hooded cowl and laid it on the end of the beginning log to retrieve once he completed his runthrough. Doing a few quick stretches and warm ups, he lowered his body on all fours. Black stubby claws sticking out through his gloves, he waited for the signal to start.

Like a silvery, furry bullet, he took off. With relative ease and grace, Shiro blazed through the obstacles with little difficulty. As he got to the end of the course, climbing up the final rope and sliding down, he had barely broken a sweat. Sure, he was panting slightly, but he felt the course was little more than a warm-up for him. Walking quietly to the beginning of the course, he picked up his hooded cowl and affixed it back onto his body. Looking at the other students, he wondered if it was because they were human and he wasn't that he had a breeze of a time. To be honest, not many of them seemed to be very physically capable.

Eying the newcomer Dog Faunus girl with a little discomfort, he padded over to Professor Iderson and waited to hear his time with a bright smile. Tail wagging back and forth excitedly. To be honest, the course was rather fun. He wouldn't be too opposed to running it a few more times. He needed to stay physically active anyways to burn off his massive stores of energy. Otherwise, his team wouldn't see the end of it if he hadn't tuckered himself out by the end of the day.

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Robert Fallson - Practice

Having heard his time, Robert collapsed to the ground dramatically, landing on his back, and letting out a quiet "Nooooooo." When he was done exaggerating his contempt for going a second time on the obstacle course, Robert stood back up, brushed the dirt off, and got back in line for his hopefully more successful second attempt.

Eventually, Robert was back at the front of the line. His previous aches and pains were, for the most part, ignorable as the waiting had allowed much of the pain to subside. He positioned himself so that he could get a faster burst of speed when the signal to start was given. As soon as it was, Robert burst forward, almost jumping completely over the first obstacle. He reached the pull-up bar and, amazingly, pulled himself over it on his first try, albeit taking longer to do it then most of the other students.

Robert continued with little trouble until he stood at the top of the balance beam. As soon as he got there he stopped in his tracks, hesitating for about a second before continuing slowly across. As Robert jumped down at the end, he shouted, "Whoop!" and raised his arms in the air. He would have made a comment about his luck seemingly taking a much better turn, but he feared jinxing it. The rest of the course was completed with little difficulty, when compared to Robert's previous attempt that is, and he jumped into the air after crossing the finish line. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-" he stopped his cheers to look down at the ground, expecting to see an unavoidable banana peel or something for him to slip on. This attempt had gone way to smoothly compared to how his luck usually was, and he was expecting any moment for something bad to happen. He slowly made his way to Ms. Iderson and Ms. Vanhomrigh, paying attention to his surroundings in case his usual luck returned to him.

His nervousness and uneasiness completely obvious to anyone looking at him, he looked up to the professors. "H-how'd I do?" After asking, he quickly looked behind him again expecting to see some object to be flying at his face or something. Why was nothing bad happening? Something bad always happens. The fact that nothing bad was happening was worse then something bad actually happening.

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Victor – P.E.

Victor maintained his pace at the back of the pack for the whole 2 miles. He could have done it faster but he would have probably caused a massive crash of some sort, besides forcibly jogging slower wasn't always bad for him. Arriving back Victor payed close attention to Professor Kore and his evaluations.
Hearing he could have a short break to get a drink, Victor waited in anticipation. When Victor heard that after the break it would involve push ups he started chuckling, trying to suppress it at first, then slowly it got out of hand until he was short of breath and almost falling over.
Push ups! Of all the things! Oh god this is too funny! Robotic prosthesis certainly have their advantages...

Regaining control over himself Victor took a deep breath and sighed. Walking a short distance away he grabbed himself a drink. Once refreshed Victor made his way back and began doing the required sit-ups. Once done, Victor stood up and stretched a little before raising his right – robotic – arm and asked
"Sir? About the push ups? What should I do in my case? I only just got this thing back on so I'm a bit more inclined to keep it there… and my arm isn't just for decoration, sir." Victor figured he knew what the Professor would say, but Victor didn't like to assume.

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Priscilla Montgomery. Practice

"Come on, Priscilla... you can do it. Robert has to be watching, you need to do this for him."

Crap. She had to go something about this, she was not going to quit on herself and especially not on her professor. As Priscilla was on the ground, she noticed Rowan telling her to re-do the obstacles again. That made Priscilla want to cry but she simply nodded her head slowly and got up her feet.

Priscilla walked to the start and ran to the obstacle, first jumping the log. That was a success, now the hard part, she reached her hand up grabbing the bar and lifting herself up trying to now show off anything under her battle skirt, it was also successful. Priscilla took a deep breath, already tired as she tied her hair up into a bun, just to make herself more balanced.

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A few minutes later, Priscilla has finally done the obstacle as she rolled on the ground, stopping and looking up at the sky/ceiling.[if they were inside or outside.] She was breathing really heavily but atlas ! She was done. And accomplished. Now she was all dirtied up! Pout pout.

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Jack Orpheus | Survival

Wood, for campfire... Well, it was a good thing he decided to take Survival, because he was a city kid, he knew almost nothing about surviving in the woods. He decided not to do Practice, or Combat, because he got plenty of that already, the city terrain is possibly one of the most hazardous natural environments to run through after all. Though he has made a 'fire' before... He wasn't really well off in the city, so he can apply some of the knowledge he gained there. Usually people brought something thin and dry, so usually discarded newspapers were used to light a fire. So... Some dry bark? Was this place the kind to have dry back though? Or maybe dry leaves? Everything seemed to be teeming with life, so he suddenly felt like those weren't options. He heard someone mention small sticks too. That might work...? In any case, there were Grimm out there.

"Hmmmm... Should I get a partner? Or rely on speed? I don't think I can carry much if I rely on speed though...", he contemplated. If he had a partner, this would be quite simple.


[System]
Age: 23

Race: Oni

Appearance: That one took a while...
Standing at about 6' tall, Masaru's build still only somehow manages to show a fraction of the power that he's able to put out. While not training his body or taking the occasional small drink, he usually dons a red haori over his upper body. He generally retains the shorts, though. He's not quite stocky, but not quite lean, either. What he IS, though, is well-built. When in 'demon mode', Masaru gains a pair of black horns, about an inch in height, that protrude from the top of his head, and his skin turns a shade of red that his race is most known for. During the colder months, steam may also become visible upon and during activation, though to no extreme extent.

Personality: While it would be apt to call Masaru a bit of a musclehead, that term doesn't quite do him justice. While he DOES love to train and fight, those terms do not define him as a whole. While he may be incredibly hotblooded at times and jump into action at the drop of a hat, he is also a generally jovial guy who can relax just as well as he can work. The influx of humans around the time he was born also led to him picking a few more tricks on the side. While he is honest and loyal and generally doesn't like being tricked (or tricking others, for that matter), he's not unwilling to outwit an opponent in the style of a famous Hamon user if it comes down to it. Honestly, though, at the end of the day he really just wants a good fight.
Given the nature of oni and his upbringing, Masaru also has a tendency to make random small talk if he's bored out of his mind. He also loves tests of strength, but he's not a complete idiot and won't go into something that is clearly out to get him. That isn't to say, though, that he isn't curious at times...

Abilities: As an oni, Masaru has strength that transcends that of most humans, and is able to do things that seem absurd to most (for example, punching boulders into rubble). He also has an increased regenerative capability, but depending on the wound(s) and his condition this may diminish over time. There's also that classic oni alcohol tolerance, but with a lack of alcohol that's not going to be relevant any time soon. As an oni, he also has what he calls 'demon mode' (though the name varies among the race as a whole); when active, Masaru seems to grow a pair of horns from his head and his skin seems to tinge itself a shade of red and become increasingly heated the longer it remains active. During this time, Masaru has increased strength and agility, at the cost of a 'cooldown period' during which his stamina and strength are reduced. He does retain his sanity during this time, though, at the very least.
Outside of that, Masaru is also well-versed in having to fight in hand-to-hand combat, often matching a few of the more experienced fighters blow-for-blow (though he also loses, more often than not). He has also dabbled slightly in the ways of blacksmithing, though he grew tired of it in about a half a year or so. At the very least, he knows the bare basics of the craft, but cannot forge anything particularly noteworthy.

Salvaged Item: A pair of steel knuckles, rounded off at the ends.

History: Masaru comes from a long line of oni, who have themselves had a pretty love/hate relationship with humans... And well, pretty much every race they come into contact with. Though born in the era of peace, the young oni never really found any 'peace' at home. An influx of people from all over the continent began to mingle about every which way, tinging Masaru's ideals with a sense of wonder and creativity. He was still raised in classic oni fashion, though; alcohol, brawls, and healthy competition made up a good chunk of his childhood, and even as a child he could match the strength of a fully grown human. This strength was honed further as the concept of 'training regimens' became spread throughout the town he was born in, and so he began to build his strength.
His efforts came to fruition one day when he entered the most prestigious annual fighting tournament of Shoushu at age 22. Seen as the 'dark horse' of the tournament, Masaru came in fifth place by the end of it all, which was notable considering how many of his opponents were more experienced than he. This prowess at his age was what caused him to be chosen to be among the representatives of his nation, a fact that he has since held with honor in his heart... Regardless of the circumstances he now finds himself in.

Nation of Origin: Shoushu, a land of both men and oni.

Nation Lore: As mentioned prior, humans and oni did not have... The best of relationships. Or the worst, actually. Shoushu, as a whole, is fairly mountainous, which leads to a strange bit of convenience for both sides; the humans, more often than not, lived on the arable land down below, while the oni staked their claim in the mountains above. Humans were often fearful of the strength of the oni, who always lived so close that it probably wouldn't take more than a day to make a trip up and down any specific mountain from its base. This, of course, led to war.
Fighting was... On and off. On some occasions, the humans would win and take some land, while on others, the oni would win and push the humans back. It was, in the strangest sense, a perpetual stalemate.
This was before any of the other nations came into play, though. Once humans began to travel throughout the land, they found others like themselves, and so they traded. They gained technology, arms, and most importantly: magic. From then on, the tides of war slowly shifted in favor of the humans, who were rapidly descending upon the oni and methodically taking them out. Unwilling to go down without a fight, though, the oni sent out envoys to seek help from other races; it wasn't long after until both sides of the nation were involved in the political turmoil that had consumed the continent.
When every other nation fell to peace, the residents of Shoushu had to uneasily lay down their arms. Animosity remained high, however, until the king of Tawken forcefully intervened (citing it to be 'within the nation's best interests') and assigned a group of advisors to each side to attempt to broker a peace deal from which everyone benefitted.
As things turned out, the oni were absolutely AMAZING at brewing alcohol, on par with that of the dwarves (the two races still compete every so often) and found friends in the ogres and orcs (who also turned out to love strength). Because of these quick-forming alliances, the humans of the nation had little choice but to accept one of the most valuable economic resources there. From then on, the relationship between the two races began to defrost (though once again with a bit of force thanks to the efforts of the king of Tawken) and we are left with what we have today.
As a nation, Shoushu is well known for their metalworking and alcohol production, which often puts them in competition with the dwarves, who take pride in their work just as much as the oni do in theirs. Every other race loves the competition, though, because it means higher quality products and cheaper prices. What sets them apart is the metal that they use, though; while dwarves have access to and can make outstanding works with mythril and oricalcum that can pierce the strongest defenses, the oni have access to what they call 'star steel' (which is not, in fact, found in meteorites as people so often claim it to be). Rather than the ultimate offensive metal, it would be more apt to call it the ultimate defensive metal; when the armor of the oni meets the weaponry of the dwarves, only the skill of the smiths and the strength of the wielders can determine the outcome. 'Star steel' has the ability to mitigate even the strongest of blows otherwise, though it is still prone to the regular faults of the designs of the armor itself.

Other: Actually couldn't care less about alcohol, but admits it is occasionally enjoyable. Prefers to eat a balanced diet if possible.

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~Charlotte Lachance~

Charlotte simply pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to contain a headache. She was failing pretty miserably. Goddamn it Gabriel. Why the hell was he always such a pain to deal with? At least he sounded somewhat concerned for her safety, but that that was nullified by the fact she was pretty sure he was 'checking her out' as they might say. "I'm fine, really! Swallowing a gallon of sea water is great for someones health!" She grunted in reply as he...did whatever it was he was doing. "Go help them move stuff for camp, will you? Make yourself useful and quit undressing me with your eyes, creep."

With that, she sighed, shaking her head and turning to the Oni.

"Sorry about him. The deacon insisted he come with me." Not important though, she had been asked a question. "And yes, Charlotte LaChance. Alchemist from Astril. To answer your question - unfortunately, no. I was more interested in seeing if I could find any useful herbs or berries here. It'd be bad if someone tried to eat something poisonous. Found some berries and some nuts that seemed edible, though so that's a good thing." She sighed. "So we're going to have to look deeper if we're going to find a good place to camp. Or at least better than I did."

[Assistant]
~Yukine Aroi~

Yukine gave a toothy grin when Gabriel addressed her as a beast-folk. Some kitsune would have found that offensive, as it was often used as a derogatory term that lumped them in with other animals and made them seem like lawless beasts. Yukine, however, could tell that there was no condescension in the man's voice, so she decided to politely correct him instead of taking offense. "I'm a kitsune, actually," she said, her voice friendly, but serious. She hoped that he would realize that she didn't like being called a "beast" without spelling it out for him. "And most of the people back home didn't care that I decided to go, but Ayato-sama says it's important to keep up with the other races, so I volunteered."

Yukine then giggled as Gabriel began to check out Charlotte's body. In Ayabukuro, people were not subtle about expressing interest in one another, but she found the way he used fake concern to look at parts of her that clearly weren't injured to be quite funny. Charlotte apparently found it substantially less amusing. Then her ears perked up when Charlotte introduced herself as the alchemist. "Oh! You're the bottle lady!" She quickly reached into her robes and pulled out her memento from the serpent battle. "I found a snake head!" She thrust it forward, beaming as if she was presenting the alchemist with the philosopher's stone, and gave no further explanation. It seemed obvious to the kitsune that Charlotte would be able to make use of it in her "science stuff."

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-Lilita-

As the peppy girl slowed her pace to keep the others ahead of her - she figured Masaru was leading them, or someone else back there at least - she started to pay more attention to the scraggy-kept man, who started checking the alchemist out. Lilita gave a nervous giggle, subtly hoping he wouldn't start looking around herself. While she didn't want to be rude, the alchemist's chest was rather...flat compared to her's, and Lilita didn't have the strength or the heart to ward him off if he did. So, she instead simply watched on as the Kitsune extended her hand outward to give a snake-head to the alchemist, trying to stay a small distance, but close enough to still be a part of their lives.

The box she was carrying still felt rather light, and her worries intensified with each step. I don't want to be known as the girl who brought nothing to camp... She thought to herself, clutching the box like it was her lifeline.

[Assistant]
Turk was lost.

Bugger.

It'd been a while since he'd seen any of the group, after he went looking for something in the woods. Why had he even gone in here, again? It was pointless. The people back on the beach could have built a new ship and sailed for home by now. He was just about to give up hope, to go native and become a scary lizard man in the woods, when he suddenly went through a bush and was back on the beach, only a few meters away from everyone else.

Turk was completely baffled, but he didn't want to tell anyone he was just wasting his time, and got lost, so he just slunk back into the group and began some busy work. He inwardly wondered how long it was until night fall.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The Ampere, a unique polearm with a wide, flat blade rather than a spearhead along with a gray steel pole. It has both range and lethality, keeping most melee fighters at a range safe for Abel but devastating to them with a tempered steel point, as well as channeling Abel's natural aura far better than he can do by himself (Inside the the Ampere's pole is a thick mesh of silver and copper wire). The Ampere has a single alternate mode that splits the wide blade into four parts and reverses their direction, creating a vaguely mace shape. In this mode, the Ampere can release bolts of lightening that travel impressive distances instantly.

Specialty: Abel fits best into the role of guardian, fittingly enough. His size, range, and defensive characteristics make him good at intercepting danger coming for his teammates, and he can certainly throw his strength around at close range, armed or not. Using his lightening bolts, he is able to paralyze if not flash-fry a single opponent at long range.

Semblance: Surge - This ability allows him to project electricity that can manipulate the Ampere at short range without touching it and summon it back to his hand when disarmed, as well as channel electricity to shock anything the weapon touches. By using Surge to rotate his staff quickly at very close range, he can create a sort of shield. When he focuses his power sufficiently through the Ampere in staff mode, he is able to fire a bolt of lightening that takes several minutes to recharge.

Personality: Abel is proud and gruff, very serious and totally without humor. For someone who appreciates the creativity and technique of both weapons and battle so thoroughly, he ironically is without creativity. Instead, he tend to go about his business by the book, a principled young man of habit and routine with little to no capability to think outside the box. While he is dependable, he is not flexible, and can respond to bullying, injustice, or even plain teasing with sudden anger. While not antisocial, he sticks with only a few friends at any given time, concentrating on strong bonds rather than many bonds. He loathes popular culture and those who overtly subscribe to it. The Grimm mask he carries makes him upset and angry, more at himself than anything else, but as it reminds him of his brother he cannot let it go. Deep down, Abel is a severe defeatist.

Color: Azure

Emblem: An azure lightening bolt, naturally.

Appearance:
When reading, he is forced to put on glasses.

[User]
At last! Abel's solemn heart practically soared to see his humble bundle of twigs and branches finally go up in flames. After taking ten minutes or so to fully conclude that his semblance was utterly useless when it came to starting fires, the guardian had managed another way. Upon wishing internally for flint and steel to get the blaze started, his mind fixated on that word steel. With enough steel on him in the form of armor to forge an entire weapon, Abel was quick to put the idea to use. By rubbing the metal knuckle-caps in his gloves roughly against his greaves, the guardian finally succeeded in getting a spark, and the rest, as they say, was history.

Now having a merry little campfire going, Abel set off to look for more wood, leaving the Ampere behind so that he could ferry more fuel in a single trip. Abel guessed that, with his classmates' fires also in the process of converting dead plant matter to ash, more fuel would be a fairly scant resource. A quick foray into the surrounding trees confirmed his fears: all the easy pickings were gone. Of course, there was now only one action to take, and without a moment's hesitation Abel advanced deeper into the forest.

Thirty seconds of sustained walking later, the guardian happened upon a felled tree, much of it lying in splinters on the leaf loam. Luckily for him, a formerly-nice tree reduced to kindling was exactly what Abel needed. He had already gathered a heap of wood when the hairs on the back of his neck bristled like the hackles of a dog. An uneasy feeling settled over him, and on instinct Abel bolted upright and looked around. He caught sight of a pair of red eyes perched in the fork of a nearby tree, and at that moment decided that disarming himself in favor of hastening the work load had been one of his dumbest plans in weeks. Abel took off running, and the Grimm, knowing that it had been spotted, pounced down from its roost and shot after the hunter-in-training as if it had been fired from a cannon.

Mere moments later Abel burst into the clearing. "I've got wood!" He announced, tossing said branches onto the grass. Flinging out a hand, he summoned the Ampere back to him, just as the sound of crashing could be heard in the vegetation. "And something else!"

Into the tranquil clearing burst a young Ankou, half running and half flying. It spewed a burst of fire in Abel's direction, out of the way of which he jumped. It screeched, realizing it had been led into an ambush but unwilling to allow the humans' greater numbers to intimidate it. With little else in the way of ceremony, it launched the entirety of its bulk at the two nearest students--Gren and Daniel.

[Assistant]
Oswald Connoly- Survival

As most of the students went off on their own, Oswald nodded towards Ineko, hoping the suited boy would follow him. "I'll get the wood, you watch our surroundings. I don't like to be caught off guard by Grimm." With his temporary partner hopefully covering him, Oswald made his way around the river, taking care to observe the life in the water. He noticed a few fish, as well as a few patches of moss, and some aquatic plants, filing away the information in his mind.

When he had gotten sufficiently into the forest, Oswald set about collecting fuel for their campfire. Making sure to gather enough small sticks and twigs to start the fire, he found a spot near the other students to start piling his collection. He cleared a radius around his pile to make sure the fire didn't spread, and made a circle using some nearby rocks before making a quick second trip to gather larger logs of wood as major fuel sources once the fire had started.

When he had gathered a sufficient amount of wood to keep a fire going for at least a small time, Oswald got to the dirty work. Looking at his hands, he sighed and chuckled. He could always wash them off later. Digging a small pit into the ground with his bare hands, Oswald tossed the tinder in first. He followed his tinder with the smaller branches, forming a pyramid with the wood before stepping back and drawing his sword. Carefully grabbing a red dust crystal from his pocket, he loaded it into the hilt of his weapon, pointing the sword at his pile of wood. Pressing a small button hidden on the side of his handguard with his thumb, Oswald smirked as a beam of energy instantly set the wood ablaze.

After returning the dust crystal to his pouch and sheathing his sword, Oswald took a moment to relax and look around when Abel burst into the clearing, a Grimm following shortly thereafter. Oswald's eyes widened a bit as he realized that he was looking at an Ankou. What in the hell kind of place where they that such a monster would just casually come across a group of students making campfires? Well...this certainly isn't boring.

The firey breath was enough to terrify most civilians, and he'd known plenty of trainees who shuddered at the mere description of the creatures. Oswald was among those people, he was ashamed to admit. Taking a deep breath as he moved into a combat stance and drew his sword, Oswald cursed when he realized he'd already put his dust away. Gren and Daniel were already under attack, and he was in no position to get between the Ankou and his fellow students with his broken wrist. Instead, he hoped to distract it, instantly transporting himself to its side and taking a wide slash at its flank, which was deflected by the Grimm's scaled arm. Leaping a few feet backwards, Oswald tried to grab his enemy's attention, his eyes narrowing and a guttural growl coming from deep in his chest.

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Gren Orchid

Gren had managed to gather some more tinder for himself after finding some logs to dry. He had formed it into a quaint teepee and had a nice fire going. He was thinking that he should try to find some mushrooms to roast, or maybe even forest creatures. Surely the God Eater was a bit too... Much to do something like that. He may need to resort to trapping. Looking around Gren wondered where Abel had went. He figured he could work with his teammate to hunt or gather food. He wasn't here however, and Gren figured he had simply went to gather more wood himself. Fine by him, there were plenty of others to work with.

His eyes fell on a girl named Sangue Naga. He wasn't sure what about her caught his attention. Perhaps it was because her hair glowed with the same radiance of her flame. Either way Gren went over to her. "Excuse me, do you have a moment? My name is Gren Orchid. I was thinking that, now that we have a fire going, we should see about collecting some supplies. I'm fairly decent at identifying wild plants and fungi. However I feel that my weapons are also inappropriate to hunt. I was thinking you and I should work together to hunt and gather food. What do you think?"

Gren didn't get his answer however. Soon Abel came back with a guest: a young Ankou. Gren cursed under his breath: He didn't have his weapon. But he couldn't let this thing cause too much trouble. He had no doubts that everyone here could easily slay this grimm, but they worked so hard making their fire! Gren decided it was time he showed the fire within him. And that wouldn't have been hard since the creature charged at him. ""Hmm! Looks like the prey has come to me!"

Bracing himself Gren was steadfast as the massive beast plowed into him. His feet dragged against the dirt but he did not falter. Nay, instead he had grab hold of the beast, wrapping his arms around it's maw so that it could not breath fire all over the forest. It's own smaller arms clawed at Gren's arm, but could hardly put a scratch on him. And as it reared it's front arms to thrash Gren, he grabbed hold of it's head to assist in throwing the beast over his shoulder, on it's back, and onto the ground before Sangue. He continued to keep the grimm pinned, to allow other hunters to finish it off.

[Assistant]
Sangue Naga - Survival

The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid.

"...Sangue," she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her.

Actually, something interrupted her.

An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature.

Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade.

With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it.

Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done.

"..."

Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.


[System]
Appearance:
Quote: "Shorty Squad reporting!"

Gender:
Is a female or takes the form of one.

Age:
???

Series:
Steven Universe

Species:
Gem

Role/Occupation:
She likes to believe that she's the defender of the town from all the dangers that may come, seeing that it suits her as she was made for battle. Sans asked her to be the deputy, and while she wasn't exactly sure at first, she eventually decided for it. After all, he didn't seem that strong.
Skills:
Summon Whip: Like all gems, Amethyst has a weapon that she can summon from her gem, which is located on her chest. She is proficient in using them, whether it's to grab something or simply lash out.

Poof!: Gems are, in a sense, the physical manifestation of the gem that is located on them, which said gem can be considered the brain. Their bodies are, in simple terms, a hologram with mass, and when taking damage that would normally be considered fatal to said hologram, they instead lose their form and retreat into their gem to regenerate. However, this solely leaves behind a defenseless, vulnerable gem, which if broken or shattered will permanently kill said gem. For Amethyst, said regeneration can take from either a minute to several hours.

Shapeshifting: Due to their bodies being a projection with mass, they can shift it around into different forms such as animals, tools, or just a different person. However, they always stay the same color and a gem is always located in the general area of where it would be. It is also very hard to stay shapeshifted for long periods of time, and is generally only meant for a small duration.

Fusion: While something she can't do with humans, gems do have the ability to fuse with other gems through a fusion dance, which synchronizes them and would create a larger, more powerful being. An example is this short clip of Amethyst's dancing… just look at that butt, she isn't nearly as crazy or wild here.
Home:
Amethyst has taken a liking to one of the small, beaten down houses that reside within the village. While some may find it a bit lackluster, she felt it suited her the most, and immediately she began to gather whatever she could just to clutter the place like she had her old room, effectively creating several junk piles where who knows what you may find in it.

Personality:
Amethyst is very carefree and fun loving to a fault, along with being impulsive and rash. She can often be bad-mannered and untidy, but she is definitely protective and almost always had good intentions. She is somewhat of a hoarder, but she isn't really bothered by that.
Originally intended for fighting, Amethyst does love a good brawl, even if she isn't involved. She'll egg people on and cheer very loudly if conflict occurs.

However, she is very observant of other people's feelings, and it is very easy to tell when Amethyst gets upset. For instance, she can easily understand why one may do something foolish or selfish or how a relationship may be fixed, but will begin to get sarcastic and angered if she is insulted about her insecurities or pushed.

In fact, she herself hates herself due to where she was made, the fact she wasn't made right due to being in the ground too long, and how she is weaker than the other gems. She hides this behind a boisterous persona.

Backstory:
Amethyst was created in the Gem Kindergarten, a place that would suck the nutrients of Earth and effectively using said energy into creating new gems, in this case, Quartz soldiers. However, due to Homeworld having to flee due to a rebellion caused by the Crystal Gems, not much is known about why Amethyst stayed in the ground longer than expected. All we know is that she is, in a sense, "overcooked", thus being small and weaker than a regular quartz soldier, who is tall and strong. She spent a long time there, lost and confused, and worst of all, isolated, having named two rocks based off of what she would do with them; sit and climb. Eventually, Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, stumbled upon her, and for many years afterward she stayed with her, and eventually her son, learning more about herself, and forming some pretty great bonds. However, on a simple mission that she went alone on, she managed to stumble across something that she, at first, thought was a corrupted gem, but upon closer inspection, she soon found herself in the village. Confused, angered, but relatively calm, she knows the gems will save her eventually… right?

Life in the Town:
(Your characters have lived in this village for a whole year now. Explain what they've been up to in this time! Have some fun with it.)
At first, Amethyst tried everything to get out. She ran every which way, explored every inch that she could, but always found herself back in the same area where she started. Eventually, when she realized there wasn't a way out, she seemingly got lazy with it, lounging around all day as she saw no further point in trying to escape. To her now, this was just an amusing experience that she would eventually find herself out of.

However, whenever something that could threaten the others comes, she is one of the first on the scene. While her methods may seem a bit brash, she is very easy to get along with. She hasn't mentioned much about her past, and she often pulls pranks on the other villagers through her shapeshifting just to amuse herself as she see's the situation as boring. Often Sans would scold her for her behavior, but she simply takes it with a grain of salt, having been used to such scoldings from one of her previous friends.

Though, she always wanted to check out the tower that they had seen, and was waiting for the day she could do so. She had an eternity to wait.

Prized Possession:
She has a photo of all the Crystal Gems, something that, despite the mess of her house, is always easily found and taken care of. It gives her hope that she'll make it back to them again, and that they too are looking for her.

[User]
Mr L - Off of the roofs and onto the streets
Mr L made his way across a couple roofs before wall-jumping his way down to ground-level. Sure he had a better vantage point up there but all it takes is one idiot looking up at the wrong time to call attention to him. Tch. Whatever about this place that has the Flip magic on the fritz needs a good kick in the rear. With his luck it's probably that really conspicuous tower but sometimes an ominous tower is just a creepy Boo-infested joint or just a distraction from the real problem.

His thoughts drift back to Castle Bleck. Who knows what the grinning freak told everyone? And so, he fled, like a chicken that has lost his head. My my my, so much for the greatest thief. ... Nah. Odds are Dimented told everyone that Mr L arrived too early at the Sammer Realm and his employee membership got Voided or the Mushroom Dimension idiots managed to croak him. But what's worst is that it has been months and this place is still standing. No signs of impending doom or even a hint of the Void in the sky. As long as the Dark Prognosticus is in his possession Count Bleck would be set on his path. Miss Nastasia, although she might offer suggestions and alternate paths, would follow their leader's... well, lead. Barring temporal shenanigans with this place being ultra slow compared to the rest of the multiverse it is possible that the Count might have (probably not) called it quits.

The thought rattles him. Worse is the idea that Fatass, King Incompetent, and Damsel-Always-In-Distress managed to kick the Count's floating keister. Beating O'Chunks is no big deal. The guy's a loonie. Mimi's a fashionable little nut that flips out and becomes something utterly demonic when she doesn't get her way. Dimentio's a loser. He's... admittedly not sure why he lost to them and then Dimented. Maybe he didn't calibrate Bro-Bot right? Maybe sabotage? (He wouldn't put it past the clown to set him up to fail.) And he was distracted... Yeah. Dimentio saw an opening and took it. The 'why' is gonna keep bugging Mr L for a while yet.

He needs to take his mind off of that. Bro-Bot. Yeah, that's something much more important than purple and yellow nutjobs. He's missing a lot of parts and a lot of useful tools to continue working on him. Most people in town aren't exactly masters of engineering or robotics (or even brobotics). There's that one actual robot but... uh... Mr L is a bit concerned about those giant fists.

"Tch. Useless." the thief mutters to himself, rubbing his temples a little as a familiar annoyance can be seen from the edge of his sight. Great. He had to jinx himself thinking about useless or irritating people. When they first met face-to-face she kept calling him by some stupid name. Luigi. Luigi Mario. Sure his name is L but it ain't Luigi. Eluh, not Looo. How hard is it to keep straight? "Hey there Little Miss Egghead. Or should it be Chestnuts-For-Brains?" It's a bit petty that he keeps shifting around different insults for her but no one ever said he was a nice guy.

[Assistant]
Jibanyan – En Route to Hanawa

Pacing down the empty streets, Jibanyan occasionally glanced at the empty houses along the road. Back home, a place like this would be teeming with Youkai, living their merry life however they choose, but the deserted village had its own charm here; that was, when it wasn't under assault from the strange creatures. At the very least, it wasn't teeming with Oni, so that was a good way of looking at his current situation. There were also no trucks as well, so he didn't have to worry about getting hit, something that happened in an alarming frequency in his home world.

A short distance later, Jibanyan caught the sight of red hair. To his best knowledge, only two people in the village had red hair and one of them was a tad too trigger-happy most of the time. However, it was easy to tell apart one from the other from how they wore their hair. Plus, this redhead had a sword by his side and a taiko drum on his back. "Fuma-san!" Jibanyan quickened his jog to a run to meet him.

Having gotten to know Fuma over the year, Jibanyan found his demeanor to be rather similar to that of his legendary ancestor, though he was less manic about cutting things down. The armor he often wore, on the other hand, gave him the creeps, especially when its face came out. Not even the Oni was that scary when he's on a prowl. Still, Fuma was a good person and it was thanks to him that the village often had steady supply of provision to go around.

Once he finally saw him, Jibanyan smiled and stopped to greet him. "Good morning, Fuma-san!" The cat Youkai then rummaged through his haramaki and pulled out a tiny pouch filled with an assortments of seeds. He normally kept his favorite chocolate bar inside his haramaki through some unexplained magic, but since he had no chocolate bar, he used it to keep small items close by instead. "I found these seeds while going near the edge of the forest, nyan. I don't know what kind of seeds they are, but maybe they're useful, nyan!"

Jinx – On The Streets of Home

While taking a stroll down the road of Home, a lame name for a village in her opinion, Jinx, now wearing a simple set of black tank top, short jeans and red sneakers, looked up and happened to notice Amethyst lounging on the roof of her home, though she called it a scrapyard more than anything else. She often worked together with the purple deputy due to their shared role of keeping peace in the village, though Jinx could admittedly go a bit 'further' than Amethyst. Kuro and Shiro seemed to have taken a liking to her though. Apparently, she reminded them of her fellow Star Guardian Lulu, only less prone to have her mind wander off into the unknown.

"Hey, Amethyst! Rise and shine!" Jinx had a hunch that she was actually wide awake, but it wouldn't hurt to be sure. Taking their own initiatives, Kuro and Shiro flew up and hovered above the purple lady's face, chattering cheerfully as they tried to ascertain for their red-headed partner whether or not she was actually awake. However, Kuro was promptly distracted by Amethyst's purple gem, located on her chest and just visible above her shirt, and tried to touch it, which Jinx noticed straight away. "Ah, ah, ah! Kuro, paws off the shiny!" she called out with a reprimanding tone and a side-to-side wag of her finger. Amethyst had told her about how important that purple gem was for her and, though they had their disagreement sometimes, Jinx could at least respect that sense of importance.

With a sad chatter, Kuro flew away from the gem and back towards Amethyst, Shiro having taken the time to gently play with her lavender hair instead. Jinx's long red pigtails were fun to play with, but Amethyst's hair was thicker and looked more lustrous to the white familiar's eyes.