[System]
Appearance: "What, can't you just look at me and take some notes? No? Alright fine. Reptilian, green scales, spikes trailing from the top of the head down to the end of the tail. Usual outfit of a hooded long-sleeve shirt, pants with a hole for the tail, no shoes. That good enough for ya?"

Species Name & Description: "Last I heard the going name for us was 'Reptiloids.' There's a bunch of us out here, enough to have several different factions. Not sure most of us came from the same planet originally, actually.

Favourite Side Dish: "I..uhh..whaddaya call the little yellow sweet bits? Starts with a C...cake? No...car? No, that ain't it...Corn! Yeah, corn!"

Useful Skills & Abilities: "I'm a pretty decent pilot. Used to run cargo for a bigger shipping company, before they got bought out. Had to sell my ship recently to get some cash flowing again, but my skills still hold up."

Membership Number: "%XYN)p(Xf@vlv)fL. Yes, I know there's no actual numbers in it. Don't ask me, I just read it off the back o' this badge.

An Inspirational Quote That Sums Up The Character's Personality: "A wise, long-dead human once said 'Life is like a sewer… what you get out of it depends on what you put into it.' I gotta say that you humans sure know how to make a guy laugh."

History: "Oh, you want my story? My WHOLE story? Well sit back, and get comfortable, cause its gonna be a long one..."

[User]
Joining a crew! Going on adventures! Being in confined spaces! Spaaaaaace! These things were fun. Vanessa enjoyed things that were fun. Though certainly her fun could be considered different from other versions of fun. Eating here was pretty decent, though the most fun was had when the fights broke out. Vanessa was usually found not far away with a bucket of popcorn coated eagerly with her unique sauce. Vanessa had been such a regular at Hendersons's Ribs that she had her own sauce to suit her particular tastes. The interesting thing about Vanessa was that she could frequently be found eating food, or drinking tea. This was all well and good for humans, but Vanessa wasn't quite a human. Vanessa, being a vampire, required blood for substance. Drinking blood was like taking nutrient supplements. It provided her with quite literally everything she needed in a day in a small, convenient package.

Unfortunately for everyone, Vanessa wasn't at the table. Her rifle was missing too, and a the only evidence that Vanessa had been there in the first place being a small napkin with a note scribbled upon it in what was clearly not an intentional ink that stated the prompt return of the writer. Vanessa had arrived earlier, and had actually eaten before everyone, since the consumption of something steeped with her unique sauce was frequently considered off putting to those not accustomed to the wet and coppery smell of blood, much less the consumption of it.

Vanessa gently hummed to herself as she held her hands beneath the cool, fast flowing water. Checking over them with a keen eye Vanessa held them under a bit longer before shutting the water off and pulling paper towels, one of the many inventions to stand the test of time, to dry her hands. Looking into the mirror Vanessa adjusted her glasses so that they framed her eyes neatly and rubbed her hair down into place, holding her hands aloft only for it to spring back out sporadically after a few moments. Adjusting her tie, Vanessa pulled her gloves back on and gave them a few tugs to ensure that they were taut across her hands.

Picking up her rifle from the corner, Vanessa looked one last time to the mirror and gave herself a brief smile, her fangs aligned perfectly with the rest of her teeth. Nodding at her appearance Vanessa switched off the light and stepped out of the ladies room. With a surprisingly abundant amount of space open to her, Vanessa gave her rifle a rapid twirl as she walked back towards the booth. It spun as if hovering above her left hand, before a quick swing of the arm saw it spinning just as fast above her right. In a display of her flexibility Vanessa, having planted her left foot upon the floor, raised her right foot behind her and leaned forward, using the momentum of her lean to completely raise her right foot over her head, before completing her acrobatic display by planting her right foot upon the ground in the exact spot where it would have been had Vanessa remained walking normally.

To top off this display, Vanessa kept her rifle spinning all the while. Deciding to be truly daring, Vanessa vanished with a puff of smoke when her foot hit the ground with her next step. A swift and slight breeze was felt before Vanessa reappeared where she had previously been sitting within the booth. This had been alone, right where the napkin-note Vanessa had left had indicated she had been sitting.

Vanessa's rifle sat comfortably within the crook of her arm. It lay there gently, like a date assured they weren't on the menu at a fine dinner. Vanessa gave a quick once-over to anyone currently present at the table, and gave a gentle close-lipped smile to the lot of them. Vanessa rested with her fingers woven together and legs crossed, and a polite greeting spilled from her mouth shortly after her appearance. "Guten Tag! How are vee today companions?"

Vanessa did indeed notice that Fiddlesticks was drooling a bit at the thought of his food, but she was simply too polite to mention it at this time. Vanessa's suit held her body well, and gave her an almost male appearance, though the sound of her voice and the length of her hair gave away her status as a female pretty easily, even though her slender appearance didn't lend itself to overt femininity. Vanessa didn't mind the look, though. It allowed her to be extensively flexible, which was something that Vanessa frequently took advantage of, like her acrobatics earlier.

All in all, Vanessa was quite the interesting lady, and she was likely going to go upon an interesting trip. with an interesting crew and have an interesting time along the way. It was always pleasant when things were interesting, as mundane and routine quickly drew out the devious roots of boredom and stagnation.

[Assistant]
Mmm... Adventures in space! It sounded like a fun time, especially with this crew. Toony was relatively new, having only met most of them the day before. Something about a giant spider and a swarm of bees was interesting when compared to the relatively humanoids next to them. Toony was the only robot of the crew, but at least she had learned to cooperate with the organics relatively well as to not be treated like some other robots shes seen. An example came to the table the crew was sitting at was the water bot. She figured that the poor thing probably didn't do much else other than wait tables. But if he wanted to do anything else, it was his choice, not hers. Besides, it was time for food!

"Oh, you can get me one of everything!" Toony replied at the robot waiter, the waiter a bit puzzled as to why a robot would need to eat organic food but made note of her order all the same. Being made of nanobots, she could do whatever she wanted with the food she ate, although it was mostly made into either energy, replacing spent nanobots, or probably ship parts. She figured that she'd probably be the one to repair the ship, thats usually what people had her do in the past anyway, even if she really didn't want to besides making the parts.

She gave the indication of a wide smile to the rest of the group at her order, noting that fiddlesticks was drooling over the idea of his order. She wasn't the only one to notice this, as Vanessa who came out of nowhere looked at him too.
"Hello Vanessa, I'm good. Dunno about everyone else."
Toony herself wasn't too familiar with the crew who had been around each other a bit more. It was clear in the fact that the other organics didn't run for the hills when they saw the giant spider lady. From what she had seen of most organics, they tended to be terrified of spiders.

[User]
At the table with the others were 25 small humanoids with bee wings and antennae. 2 where wearing miniature captains hats who were attempting to look as dignified as possible, 3 where dressed in with a shirt and tie and where there to do accounting for when they paid as well as to remember the new recruit's CVs. The remaining 20 were there to make up the numbers so that they actually had a presence of a swarm rather than a few small individuals that could be ignored and where dressed in the standard red jacket of The Bees. The numbers were also important so that they could activate automatic doors or make rope teams to pull open manual ones and other size reliant tasks. The Bees were either sitting on the chair, on the table or hovering between those two groups, all but the captains buzzing excitedly at being brought along. The Will was effectively popping in and out of the group, the present bee's antennae occasionally lighting up as it made sure they and the solos of the crew were OK before going back to managing the bulk takeout order operation currently being undertaken by the rest of the swarm. There would have been a mass riot if only the 25 at the table where to get those succulent ribs.

As it was the majority of the bees were currently engaged in a mass transport operation from the joints drive through to the ship, which was parked some way off as Elarin(very sensibly) wouldn't let The Bees drive, using a system of ropes, pallets and those trolley things you get at airports. Imaging the massive limestone blocks being dragged to build the pyramids except instead of slaves it's tiny bee people, instead of limestone its delicious ribs, instead of dragging it along the ground they had to contend with the uncontrollable wonky wheels on the trolleys, instead of slave drivers with whips there were angry drivers who couldn't use the drive through because of the operation shouting at them and finally that they were building a giant banquet instead of a tomb. All of this was watched in horrified fascination by the acne ridden teenagers manning the drive through. Currently things were going smoothly and casualty rates were at an acceptable level, they all knew the party they were going to throw was going to be worth it.

The Mind, having gotten the external operation into a relatively self sustaining state after much prodding and macro-management of The Bees, finally settled into the 25 just in time to watch Vanessa's theatrics. The Bees gave her a round of applause while The Mind added 'Show off' to their data on her after which The bees got down to arguing about what to order.

"Everything is going well so far miss Kiyvana."

The Bees then inform the waiter that they want Ribs coated with honey, fries with honey on the side, tomatoes, an entire lettuce, lemon sorbet, Jub Jub juice, coconuts, grubs of a scarab beetle, more honey and...

All these and more are shouted over each other in an incomprehensible mess before the mind drowns them out.

"Ignore everything the Bees just said, they will have 3 child portions of ribs, a large basket of fries, a mixed salad, a plate of Venusian sour spheres and four bowls of honey."

The Mind had spoken and given a relatively decent order, so The Bees stopped their uproar and got back to what they were doing which was a lot of low level chatter, looking over the Space Friends Monthly(mainly a the pictures) or in the case of the two captain's hat wearing Bees a rather amateurish game of chess.

[Assistant]
The space camp councillors told him he was perfect for the role. That Fiddlesticks would be the most valuable and respected member of the crew. They told him that he was meant for great things. That he was smart and ever so handsome. Well, they didn't say that second part but Fiddlesticks suspected that they were thinking it. If only they could see him then. Drooling uncontrollably like a space poodle.

Fiddlesticks salivated so much that a stream of drool flowed it's way down his chin and onto the diner table. Only after hearing the quiet yet audible splash of saliva onto the table top did Fiddlesticks realise the error of his ways. Startled by this realisation he sat bolt upright in his seat and covered his mouth with both his hands. His huge grapefruit sized eyes have never been any bigger than they were at that moment. They darted left and right rapidly, at all the other members of the crew. He hoped against hope that the cute girl with the glasses didn't notice.

Fiddlesticks made an audible gulp then dropped his hands to his sides. He let out a sigh of resignation. He thought that those guys would consider him a dork as well. But he had duty, a most honourable and sacred one! To help spread the word of Hendersons Ribs! For deliciousness! For friendship! For adventure!

"Huzzah!" yelled Fiddlesticks.

He found himself standing on his seat with his right fist pointed straight up into the air. He wore a massive smile that stretched from ear to ear. How the heck did that happen!? He didn't even remember standing up. Fiddlesticks quickly decided to play it cool and roll with it. He held his pose and his smile. He hoped that at least one other member would join in on his style of expressing jubilation.


[System]
Character Sheet Outline
I am not one to be picky with character sheets. For the most part, you'll see that it's pretty straight forward.

Sin: (What is your character's associated sin?)
AKA: (All the characters are infamous. So what is their boisterous title?)
Power Rating: 10,000 (There is one stat to track in this RP, and since all of the main characters are so legendary, their Power Ratings are going to start at OVER 9,000!!! And they can get even stronger with time.)

Appearance: (Do your best to find a picture online. Then feel free to post a description underneath the picture. If you can't find a good picture, leave a solid description and I'll help you find one.)

Personality: (Their sin is important to their personality, but that's not all that there is to these characters. Give us one solid paragraph on their personality, or two smaller ones. We'll get a deeper feel for them through IC writing.)

Biography: (Again, their sin will probably effect their backstory, but get creative. Tell us why your character has become infamous. What made them who they are? I'm putting a minimum of three solid paragraphs on this and no maximum. However, be considerate of the fact that your character is one of seven main characters. Don't write a whole book... just the synopsis.

Weapons, Inventory, Spells, Skills, and All-That-Jazz: (This RP is more about writing than the nitty-gritty. I'd like you to include enough of these things to give your character an official feel, but don't stress out about it too much. These are the spices that flavor our soup, not the substance that fills us.)

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I'll be adding more background information about the RP later, but here are the highlights that might help you with your character sheets:

The main setting for our RP is an extremely large and slightly futuristic city (yet to be named). There are many districts throughout the city. It's not official and there are no strict borders, but the districts do divide up wealth classes and races (just like a real city). Elves, dwarves, humans, spirits, and more all live in this city, and generally keep to their own districts. But there are districts like Downtown, Midtown, and other major hubs where the races and classes mingle more than others.

Some parts of the city look very futuristic. Others are run down. In the rich parts of the city, you'll find hover cars (not flying cars). And in the poorest parts of the city, you can still find animal drawn wagons and dirt roads.

Your characters don't have to be from the city (especially the Demon and the Angel). There are lands outside the city, but this is the largest city on the planet and is, in fact, this world's official capitol.

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Final Note: Feel free to format your character sheet however you like. I am not holding anyone to an aesthetic standard, just make sure the required information is there.

[User]
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Vrathe City: The Capitol of Chronus

Vrathe City is the capitol of the world. It is the largest city on the planet, and it is filled with all walks of life. Humans, elves, orcs, gnomes, dragonborn and more, every race on the planet can be found living in this wonderful city.

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NOTE: The Dark District and other subterranean districts are not displayed on the map.

Dark District is located to the west of the Downtown District and south west of the Green District.

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From the sterile surroundings of the Governing District, elected officials create the laws that run the planet. These officials are elected by the people and represent every race and every corner of the planet. Every building in this district serves a purpose in making it all possible. Security is very high here, especially around the President's building.

In the center of Vrathe City, life is booming. During the day, the streets crawl with business men and women on their way to and from the office. Restaurants and shops are on every block, and when night falls, the bars and dance clubs turn on their lights. This district is one of the richer ones. It is ran by full blooded humans and elves, while half-breeds and those that can almost pass for human/elf tend to work in the restaurants, shops, clubs, and so on. Those with a more monstrous appearance are treated as such.

Only the richest of the rich can afford a day of luxury in the Fashion District. Even driving around here costs money, as half of all roads have tolls. The shops, restaurants, and leisure activities here are top of the line in every way. With so much money floating around, this district has more security that any other, and that's not even counting the banks. Not one terrorist attack has ever succeeded here.

The Green District lies a few districts to the west. At one point in time, it was considered the Downtown District and was inhabited by humans. But when the air around this area became too polluted, the humans began construction on present day Downtown. Unphased by the pollution, orcs, half-orcs, goblinoinds, and others of the kind remained behind. The area is now a crime ridden, concrete jungle, where humans are scarcely found and rarely welcomed. Only the strong survive here.

The Red District is one of Vrathe City's most crime ridden areas, especially in crime of trafficking and prostitution. Despite the danger, many people flock here every day to visit or work in one of the districts many night clubs and sanctioned brothels. All races/species are welcomed equally, but being an attractive and feminine member of your species or walking down the wrong alley may land you in a bad situation.

Roughly translated from an old forgotten language, 'spero' means 'hope'... a well known, ironic fact. This district is one of the oldest, a forgotten and forsaken place in the south. It is the poorest district of them all. The only bright side here is that when everyone is focused on surviving, no one is concerned with race. Hence, wretched souls of every race can be found living together here, in a depressed state of harmony.

The Old Industrial District lies on the South East edge of Vrathe City. Work conditions here are horrible, and only half of the factories and warehouses are actually operational. The other half are breeding grounds for crime and havens for the homeless. This district shares a border with the Spero District. As such, many Spero district inhabitants commute here to work, via a rusty train.

On the sunniest of days, the Dark District only receives the faintest of glows through the wide winding tunnels that eventually find their way here. Deep beneath ground, under the western part of Vrathe, the Dark District is primarily filled with Dark Elves and Dark Spirits. This district's economy centers around the rare gems that are only found at this depth. Officially, the crime rate here is low, but that is only due to a very corrupt and oppressive police force.

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[Assistant]
Jane awoke from the ashcan in the far corner of her office right below the sign above bearing the symbol for no smoking. Her hair a mess and suit with a few wrinkles she made her way over to her desk her answering machine had over thirty messages. With a soft smile she pressed the delete button. Turning to her monitor she looked at her email and started to read. They were requests for work or sick time or vacations for family. These made her happy because they were electric prayers. People hoping to her for answers and she felt it was her responsibility to answer them in the most confounding way. For those with time off she gave it to the one person she chose to be the new target in the office. This insured all their pent up angst went to them and not her. It was normally the one that did the most work and wanted the most time. After approving that one worker, Jane started to deny the others and some she asked for them to resubmit for different times knowing that they only wanted the times they asked for in the first place and would have to loose money to reschedule. As she worked to do less the phone rang she let it go to voice mail. She truly got a perverse joy out of calling them back five minutes before the close of business and playing phone tag. Never letting them get anywhere but encouraging them to try. In front of her office there was a figure at the front of her door a bout twenty minutes until she was required to see them. Jane gave a soft sigh of ecstasy watching the figure out there waiting patiently to see her. Watching to see if he gave up or stood there was better than any game show. Her heart gave a tiny flutter as Jane started to hear more flocking to her door. Two minutes until nine she looked outside to see them all in a single line down the side of the hall. Leaving the door open she turned off her computer. "Next." She said in a mono toned voice.

The first guy entered he was in a suit and well groomed. Sitting down, "Ms. Smith. I'm from the director of infrastructure and development and I have been trying to get the signature for approval on much needed transportation projects. I sent you the documents along with the required signatures and permits in tripplicate awaiting you to sent them up to get the final approval. I need them done today so we can begin. All the material was bought last month and the equipment is just sitting on site waiting for the approval to begin work and the funding for the job positions."

Jane smiled a calm smile. "I understand. I have just returned from vacation and am more than willing to accommodate you. However my computer is down and the minute I can get tech support here to fix the issue I can begin to review and approve your request. However I noticed you failed to mention the approval from the appropriations committee and it would have their signature before reaching this office."

A vein from his upper temple jumped up. "But Ms. Smith I cant get that without the approval from higher on the project as a whole!"

"I'm very sorry but this is the way it is done. If it gets a signature now then you could bypass the appropriation committee and begin work. We cant allow this."

The guy leaned forward gripping the armrests. "But the committee doesn't reconvene for another month and they are back logged two months as it is. Everything needed to begin construction is ready for my district except for payroll. My voters wanted this done over a year ago!"

Jane looked calm. "I'm sorry there is an outline I am forced to follow and my hands are tied." She waited for him to give up and leave before asking for the next person in line.


[System]
Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 25

Title/Nickname: Sir Sinnet ; Knight Sinnet ; The Radiant.

Kingdom of birth: Silvercliff.

Worship: N/A

Magical affinity: Sun and Stone

Skills:

As a man, Adolin is quite graceful with his tongue and can be charismatic or intimidating. He's naturally fit and lean, having the body of fighter. Though not considered as a scholar by any means, he is still quite logical and is a quick-thinker.

As a seasoned adventurer, Adolin has acquired quite a variety of skills that allows him to sustain for long periods of time in the wild. He's adept at hunting and gathering, knowing where to find beneficial herbs and how to locate sources of fresh water. He's quite disciplined due to having experienced true hunger and thirst during many of his travels, allowing him to have an increased physical endurance as he learned how to manage with low resources. He's mediocre at medicine, knowing only the basics of first aid and the simplest of antidotes and rely mostly on using his Sun affinity to heal minor wounds - he knows just enough for him to get by to the next city if he were caught in a dire situation.

As an Arcane Knight, Adolin is an experienced fighter and caster. To put it simply, he's fluid with the sword and shield, as well as being adept with most weapons and hand-to-hand combat, which allows him to be versatile and adaptive to any fighting scenarios. These are the skills that truly made him into a successful adventurer, as he had gone into the depths of the hellish unknown and somehow found his way back.

Equipment:

Adolin is garbed in a light, traveler's armor that consists of highly-durable leather and cotton, and is then accentuated with steel guards located on his sword-bearing shoulder, elbows, and knees. His armor is custom made, having hidden pockets and sewn-in pouches, as well as having a traveler's hood. He also carries around a small traveler's pack that contains the essentials for his journey, ranging from medicine to seasonings, to a firestarter kit. His signature weapon is his curved, combat sword in his left hand, and a light-weight steel shield on his right - both have been tempered to be utilized with magics.

Favorite spells:

His primary affinity of the Sun allows Adolin to super-heat his blade, creating a deadly weapon that will cut metal, like parchment. His shield, on the other hand, is tempered to hold the charges of the affinity, which then in turn is able to release it as a burst of light that can stun his enemies. In combat, his magic makes it seem like he is wielding the rays of the sun itself, thus had been given the nickname of Radiant.

With his secondary and weaker affinity of the Stone, it enhances him more passively by gaining him short bursts of strength and defense during combat, and allows him to manipulate small stones as projectiles, or cause very small quakes to disrupt his enemy.

Character backround history:

Nothing special could be sead about Adolin Sinnet ; in fact, his upbringing could be compared to any ordinary middle-class citizen living within Silvercliff. He is the son to Gavin and Erma Sinnet, a small-time blacksmith and a kind tailor respectively. They had lived in a small agricultural village that was on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Silvercliff, where the boy spend his childhood years growing up with a playful and rebellious streak. Though he never meant any harm and loved the villagers just as he would his own family, Adolin had become quite an infamous troublemaker and prankster as child.

He did not know it for a long time, but the reason for his recklessness was the cause of his boredom - in truth, he did not want to pick up the forge like his father wanted, or the sickle like his peers did. No, what he sought after was excitement. He wanted to see the world, to feel the thrill that he knew would change his life forever. So when the yearly recruitment of the Order of the Arcane Knights rode through his village on his thirteenth birthday, he bid his friends and family a heartfelt farewell before venturing into the Capitol, where the story of a particular and formidable Arcane Knight began.

By my knighthood I swear: "I swear to by my life, the Knights, and my sword!"

[User]
One could hear a cracking sound as Khar smashed the head of an squire of the order on the pavement. He took a bite from the piece of chicken in his right hand while the squire moaned in pain.
"Stand up boy. If this would have been a real fight you would have been dead.", Khar had the reputation as one of the hardest trainers of the order. He never let his students catch a break or get away with failure. "In a few years you will thank me for that broken nose! Now get up!", the young squire stood up and cleaned the blood of his face with his hand. "That is the spirit! Now attack, this is no fun for both of us boy.", the only reason Khar trained squires was because he was ordered to. He hates to fight against opponents that were so much weaker than him, training against a knight however...

Just as he said that a courier ran in the trainingshall. "Sir, you are ordered to visit Grandmaster Edward!", the courier proclaimed and showed a document. Khar blocked the attack of his trainee and swiped his legs away, then he directed his attention to the courier. "And why is that errant boy? What does the Grandmaster want?", he slowly got closer to the courier and pierced him with his eyes. The courier tried to stutter something when Khar disrupted him with his laugh, "Dont worry errant boy, I will go see the old Edward immediately, you go search for the others."

Khar took his weapon and left. "Training is over for today."

[Assistant]
On the porch of one of the city's numerous taverns, Quill sat with his feet up on the railing an his hands behind his head. Presently, he sung one of the few Silvercliff tales he'd picked up from bards outside of the city. Were he in a more mischievous mood, he might have instead sung an Al Zidoan hymn and see what sort of ruckus he could stir up. But then, the tavern catered mostly to Li Lian transients anyway, so he wouldn't have much luck.

He glanced down and saw a few coins had been tossed into his upturned hat. Charity was one of the things the city had going for it, all of the noble folk held onto their spare coin like a child would their greens. If he put effort into his songs and jests, Quill rarely had to worry about paying for a place to stay out of his own pocket. However, upon a second look, he saw that coins were not the only thing filling the cap, but amidst them as well was a small piece of parchment. Sitting up, he saw the figure of a page scurrying away, and figured the boy was in enough of a hurry to warrant not presenting whatever he needed to.

The letter was plain enough, more than likely a spare ready for such instances, but the message itself was far more interesting. Sir Edward himself requesting a gathering of knights? And the man had seen fit to list his name among them? Oh, happy day indeed! Quill all but sprung from his seat, a flurry of giggles as he emptied the coins in his hat onto the ground and plopped it upon his head. The Arcane Bastion was impossible to miss, and he made quick work of navigating the streets up to its grand base. He'd never met any others of the Order, or rather, the ones he'd met had been in passing, and either wrote him off as a jester, or simply never interacted. It was a pity, really, of all the patiences in Sophitia, he was so tempted to try the knights'.

So Quill resigned to wait for a while outside of the bastion, to sit down upon its great steps and sing once again. Beneath its sanctuary he felt free to sing just about any of the melodies he could remember, and given the amount of time he still had to pass, he ran through quite a few. From tundra cantors and mockeries of the Li Lian beast folk, to ballads of past Silvercliff kings and a few hushed blasphemes from the deeper crypts in Al Zidoa. So much history, all so intricate and elegant, all of the heroes and fools that filled stories upon stories. How quaint, he thought. How quaint.

And he waited.

[User]
Lao Xijer

The sound of smacking lips, burping, and slurping could be heard throughout the Lion Fist Eatery. The culprit could be found at a table to the left of the entrance. During this time of day, the eatery was full of people, this included the young boy claded in silver, red, and yellow armor. Lao ate here regularly, so the regulars and the waiters were used to sloppy eating. Unfortunately, for those who were entering for the first time, it was extremely annoying and a nauseating experience. If they glanced at Lao's table, there would be a sea of plates, some empty, picked clean, others, filled to the brim with hot food.

A waiter claded in all white walked up to Lao's table and picked up all the empty plates. With a smile she left, she made sure to be especially generous to Lao, he always payed the bills, although he was a bit shrewd when it came to giving tips. Lao barely looked up from his plate of rice, he was engrossed in his food. Biting into the warm and juicy chicken leg, drinking the cool juice, despite his age, he abstained from ale or any form of alcohol.

The waiter walked back once again, at least when Lao had finally finished all his food. "God, that was good." He burped, placed his forehead on the table. The waiter took his now empty plates, quickly put it back, and walked back up to Lao with a bill in her hand. Before Lao could pay, a courier burst in and ran up to Lao. "Sir, you are ordered to visit Grandmaster Edward!" he breathed as he showed him the document. "Oh my, this...this." He mumbled sarcastically before quickly jumping out of his seat and storming out the door in an attempt to escape paying the bill. Before the owner of the Eatery could run outside, Lao was long gone, he had somewhere to be at the moment.

[Assistant]
The morning heat was prevalent on the main roads, a nuisance that only made walking along the dusty, uneven path that much more uncomfortable. But to the lean, sandy-haired Knight that strode along the edges of the path to make room for the various carts of merchantmen and diplomats that came to and fro, it was but a refreshing, brisk walk of relaxation. Adolin Sinnet had been on the main road for about two-and-a-half days now ; before that, he had spent several months venturing through scraggly mountain passes and abandoned villages plagued with various beasts of darkness as he tended to business directed by the Order. A little heat is nothing compared to what he had already endured, so Adolin continued his cheerful pace, a small smile hidden by the slight shadow of his traveler's hood.

Within the hour, the Knight had finally made it to the grand gates of the Capitol, finding it to be completely packed with horses, carts, and people alike. Li Lian Beastmen could be seen interacting with Silvercliff merchants as they waited their turn to be approved into the city, and one could also spot out several robed strangers bearing the marks of Al Zidoan diplomats through the dense crowd. The Knight took his time as he politely pushed his way through the masses, though he had no trouble of doing so when the people around him recognize the insignia displayed on his polished arm band. One should know better than to hinder an Arcane Knight's way. Still, Adolin smiled genuinely at those who greeted him, giving small waves here and there as he reached the captain of the guard who stood stern and fierce while overseeing the entry process.

When the man saw Adolin approaching, a light of recognition flared within his hawk-like eyes. Turning a stoic face to the men manning the huge gates, he immediately barked an order for them to be open. As the monstrous machinery groaned to life, the captain turned back to Adolin and stepped forward with a salute.

"Sir! Glad to see you back and out of harm's way. The citizens of Silvercliff thank you for yours and the Order's service of keeping the populace safe."

Adolin grinned as he reached up and pulled down his traveler's hood, revealing his tanned, angular face. "Awh, c'mon now. No need for that. I'm just doing my job, as you are doing yours."

The captain nodded in response, his face still not showing any emotion even to the compliment. Adolin tried his hardest not to chuckle. Thankfully, the guard still had more to say. "Sir, a courier of the Arcane Knights came not too long ago. He came to instruct me to direct any of those within the Order coming back into the city, to meet up at war room for an obligatory meeting. He is the copy of the summons."

Intrigued, Adolin tilted his head as he grabbed the letter and read it to himself. The Knight perked his eyebrows, giving an amused whistle. "Well, this is surprising. There's no break for me, huh?" Adolin folded the parchment, tucking it between his belt as he saluted the captain. "Thank you for informing me, Captain. I shall be on my way then - keep up the good work."

Both men nodded respectfully at each other before Adolin made his way through the opened, grand gates of the Capitol.

So far, coming back home from his travels has proved to be more exciting than any of his journeys.


[System]
Age: 27

Birthday: unknown

Magic: Magnetic Manipulation. With his magic he is able to alter the repulsive and attractive capabilities of magnetism in various ways. This magic can be used in battle offensively and defensively, he can also use it outside of battle for things such as travel.

Magic Level: B

History: He lived his life traveling from place to place doing various odd jobs here and there. He never really settled down in one place for more than a month, with one exception, when he was 19 he stayed in a small town helping a family get settled in to their new environment and helping them build a home.

He doesn't remember anything before the age of five when he woke up in the middle of a forest alone, he spent most of his childhood homeless fending for himself. He eventually met a man who took him in for three years before setting off to travel, which is the reason Robin travels now.

Personality: He seems cold at first but in reality he's a very kind and friendly person. He never does anything he sees as wrong and always helps those in need. When the time comes for it he can be very serious and quick thinking, in combat for example he is calculated, more of a strategist than anything. In certain situations he turns from his usual demeanor into that of a heartless cold blooded killer who would strike someone down without a second thought.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing mark is on his back between his shoulder blades.

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. He's kind to a fault
2. He can quickly adapt to nearly any situation.
3. He's a decent negotiator

Three Weaknesses:
1. He's quite gullible
2. He's a bit too honest
3. He's a sucker for strawberries

Greatest Love: Adventure and strawberries

Motivation: He simply wishes to get stronger and help as many people as he can.

Appearance: Usually wears a large robe. Attached to the underside of the robe are nine metal blades varying from large to small in size. He always has on black leather gloves with large wristbands, a pair of drivers goggles with a brown hue to them, a skin tight black silk shirt with long sleaves that tuck into his gloves and pants, and a pair baggy blue, slightly cut up, jeans that are snug around the waist but sort of flair out near the bottom. He's a medium builf with bright green eyes and green hair that's usually down with one stand hanging slightly over his left eye.

Additional Details: He usually only fights as a last resort, he can quickly change his style to match the situation and he fight more defensively on most occasions but if he needs to go all out he will. He's not usually one to strike up conversation. Usually he's quite nice and seen as what would be considered by most a "good guy" but his personality and motives are near impossible to pin down.

[User]
Joshua Tamashii, Amelia Averyonna, and Jack, the Maiden of the Mist
@Caits @Zarkun @Jangel13

"She stays. Passing her off to another guild will result in nothing more then her coming back here to try and attack us again. Keeping her with us will allow us to keep an eye on her without having to worry about her escaping from another guild. Plus, if you keep claims she is my family, wouldn't it make more sense to keep her around so we can find out if that's true or not? As for your question Master Jamie, The answer lies in these." Jackie said before holding up the headphones she had taken from the girl. "My father told me these were special to the Mirror Maiden and a way to keep her calm and near emotionless. Take them away and she reverts to being a child. At least, that's what father told me, incase I ever had to deal with her."

Noticing Angelo staring at her, she turned to face the lightning mage.
"What do you want? Do we have some sort of business?"

Amelia looked up at Jamie, managing a small smile as she squeezed her mother's hand before looking at Aria.
"Family should stick together... shouldn't they?" She asked

Joshua sighed in relief once Amaya was healed up. He helped her up before looking at everyone. He said nothing on the issue, as this really wasn't his problem and he had no connection to the girl who attacked them. Instead, he turned to Amaya.
"You sure you're going to be okay? I know how much you hate fire, so being hit by it must've been a nightmare." He said to her gently.

[Assistant]
Tamashii
Angelo sighed a little at least get got one of then to acknowledge his apology.  nah, just sorry for hurting you do badly. If you ever want to meet me for that coffee just use a Lacrima. Get well soon Angelo said with a smile as he turned around and started to head back to the guild making sure mark was with him and not with master Jamie...

[User]
FERRIS

It seemed like he didn't have much of a say in the matter. Jess dragged him over to a table were they had a clear view of the kitchen area, for better or for worse. One of the screaming demon heads was staring at Ferris calmly, silently...It was really creepy. Ferris in turn stared back at it uncomfortably, a minute of silence passed between them. Then the head randomly began to ear piercingly loud again, causing Ferris to scream in terror and fall out of his seat. "I'm fine, I'm fine!" Ferris stood up and sat back in his seat and saw that the demon head had its mouth held wide open by the pig man yokai. With swift cuts with the pig man's human-like hands, the cheek meat and tongue were cut right out, rendering it silent.

Walking over was a very beautiful woman with long black hair, wearing an orange kimono with a red autumn leaf pattern sewed into it. The most noticeable feature however was the giant, fanged mouth on the back of her head. "Hello, I'll be your server today. I take it by the shocked look on your face young man that this is your first time here?"

Ferris cleared his throat and said, "Um, er, yeah. It's our first time here and we don't really know what exactly to get. Can we just get whatever is popular?"

"Right away." The woman walked away back to the stand.

NOLAN and DALTON

The God Slayer's eyes widened at Jane's words and would've outright intentionally attack her if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to show some self-control or else he would get disqualified from the games. "That fucking bitch..." Nolan said through gritted teeth as he watched her enter the crowd.

"H-hey, it's for the best, ya know?" Dalton said with a sheepish grin though his cheerful disposition didn't help his partner, who had now had gone off to the Phoenix Wing stands in a huff.

[Assistant]
Sayatachhi Nijiko

"Uh, nothing much, just, you know, kinda bored." Argus ran his hand through his hair for a bit, trying to appear more aloof and non-chalant, putting his other hand in his pocket as he proceeded to let out yawn of feigned disinterest. "My guild went off to the Stadium for the games, but I'm not really into that kind of thing, so I stayed behind. Been driving myself up the wall with boredom and the only person to talk to is a moody, teenage girl who has a bit of a grudge against me. SO, with that in mind, I decided to wonder the city . . . which I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be doing but hey, I'll be back before they even now I'm gone."

So that was why his aura was so thick and musty. He gotten into a fight. In fact, Sayatachi could've sworn she felt a similar aura yesterday, along with a faint rumble as if a blast hit somewhere nearby. Could this be the one that caused it? After all, his magic must surely have the capability to do so anyways. She puts a finger on her chin as she listens, making a soft chuckle once he finished. In addition, she also noticed a girl stuck in a cage, a mage, for some reason. Then she senses a slight aggressive feeling coming from the guy, who seems kinda itchy for a fight. She pretended not to notice, until she sees that he's trying to calm himself down.

"By the way, my name's Argus Leandros, and is there any other reason a fine lady sich as yourself saw fit to speak to me? My appearances tends to turn most people off from casual conversation." He said, drawing more attention to the marking on his neck, unusually blood-red hair, and demonic black and crimson eyes. "Not exactly in the running for Fiore's most eligible bachelor here, am I?"

Sayatachi chuckled at that statement.

"I just happened to sense that your aura happened to be illuminating a foul mood." she answers, "So I decided to see how you were doing. And your appearance doesn't faze me at all, in case you happened to be insecure about it."

"I'm Sayatachi Nijiko." she then introduces herse;f, "Member of the newly reformed Magic Council. Pleased to meet you."


[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]
Truth be told, Ben Lloyd was almost happy the Manticore hadn't decided to run. He wanted to get the mission done as soon as possible, he was more than ready to be done for the day, and he didn't want the massive Grimm on the ground with his teammate. But despite all of that, despite his desire to get the mission done, one little thing had been nagging him.

The Manticore was still alive. As long as that was true, he hadn't proven his point yet.

So when Goodwitch gave her orders, Ben didn't hesitate to dive head first back into the fray. Literally. Backing up a few steps from the end of the ramp, Ben took a running start and dove off of the ramp towards the Manticore below. The attack began before he ever reached the beast below, letting loose with his shotguns as he dropped towards the Manticore. Each Dust round, fire from the left and lightning from the right, served both to attack and to slow his fall. Ben was a little too eager to get back into the fight, sure, but he wasn't eager to be paste on the ground. He counted each shot, waiting until there was only a single shot left in each tonfa, before flipping them into a reverse grip.

Just in time, too. The wind whipped against his face, eyes protected only by his BaSTEELs, while he inched closer and closer to terminal velocity and the vast black expanse of the Grimm's back loomed before him. A grin stretched across his face mere instants before impact, the force gravity had imparted used to drive the two tonfa's blades deep into the Manticore's back. Deep by his standards, at least, less so for the titanic Grimm. Though his shotguns had slowed him down he nevertheless watched as the impact cut the Aura reserves indicated by his BaSTEELs from almost 300% down to 279%.

What a shame. Guess he'd have to make do with that paltry amount.

Ben let the remainder of his momentum carry his legs down from his impromptu handstand, boots impacting with the Grimm's back as his torso righted itself and pulled the blades from the beast's back in the process. That pinprick wasn't the true aim of his attack, however, it was just the vehicle of his arrival. Now things got fun. The chaingun had helpfully stripped most of the armor from the Grimm's back, making his run up its spine its spine one over uneven terrain rather than one over a mass of spikes. Deinamig ensured, though he watched his Aura levels drop a few points more, that the trip was quick enough to keep he Grimm from shaking him off. Not that he expected it to; in fact, he would be surprised if it had even noticed him. Cian's assault and its rage at Goodwitch's strike occupied most of its attention. Long enough for him to reach his destination, at least.

The chaingun had done one more helpfully thing, too; it had stripped a large swathe of the beast's mane from the back of its neck. The toxic spines within would have been an issue if it hadn't. As it was Ben reached the base of its neck a few seconds after landing with only five percent less Aura.

With a flick of the button, Ben's ears were treated to the music of clicking metal while Artorius and Lawnslot reoriented themselves and extended their blades to give him the right tool for the job. The Manticore was immense, many times taller than Ben himself, with a similarly massive neck. At its widest point the beast's neck was half again as wide as Ben was tall, easily. Not something a creature he could just decapitate.

But, then again, Caletfwlch was almost as big as he was. He could make a damn good try at it.

Ben brought the sword back over his shoulder, grin widening as he watched his Aura gauge plummet from 274% all the way down to 70 and strength filling his arms. A boost big enough to fill his Aura gauge two times over, and just enough left over to be ready for any trouble that might come up.

When Caletfwlch swung down, poised to cleave through more than half the diameter of the neck beneath him, the force from the recoil the last shot in Artorius' chamber provided was a drop in the ocean compared to Deinamig.

[Assistant]
"Lube's a sweeeeeetheaaaaaart," Lauren sang, stopping to stroke the ahoge of her adopted little brother before kicking another two drums onto the lift. Between the three of them, they'd moved about half of the drums so far in seemingly no time at all, and Luke Schwarz's ability to monologue and talk at the same time made him hella more productive. Having Sangue here was convenient. Luke's body always seemed to function without his tacit approval around cute girls.

He and Cap probably have a lot of war stories to share...

Maybe there was a reason all the guys in her life seemed to have sexual harassment stories.

...

They all need confidence!

By the time the one-time carjacker's rare moment of self-awareness had ended, she had gotten to the remaining baker's dozen of chemical drums. Staring at them for a couple seconds, she slowly looked all the way down to the end of the hallway where Sangue and Luke were talking, then back to the drums. An idea struck her.

What the fuck, Negasi?

Work smart, not hard.

"Coming your way, babe!"

By the time Sangue and Luke looked up at Lauren, a drum was rolling down the hallway towards them, leisurely paced thanks to a keen shove from one of Lauren's feet. A second joined it in short order. Then a third.

Soon, they had a neat little production line going. Had to be easier than going two at a time.

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He really did have a soft heart, she thought as Luke shared his own thoughts with her. It felt oddly strange to hear others talk about the well-being of those close to them; she had heard such things from her own team, but never with others. Perhaps she simply needed time to realize that many were willing to protect- even if some desired to hurt those who harmed their friends rather than protect said friends first. It was a reasonable way of protecting to some, and Sangue herself knew that much from personal experience before she entered the academy.

But it certainly conflicted with her slowly shaping moral.

"I think the... same," she spoke softly, her tone slightly more tender than before at the thought of those who were beloved to her. "I... think the same," she repeated.

All she had was her team, really. Her family was off on an unknown journey to survive and perhaps fulfill a mission, but at the cost of leaving Sangue in her untimely darkest times- her days as a child. Although she took it in well due to accepting the cold of fending off an unknown hostility in her home, she preferred the warmth of eating with those who laughed and dragged her into conversations rather than eating in the wilderness. She could live with the wild, but her newfound emotions made it hard to do so now.

If anything, she was living a completely new life. And she knew she had to be grateful for it.

"I..."

Pushing her second barrel a bit deeper into the lift, she turned to Luke with a rare expression. It was not a smile, but her eyes fixated on the boy with a softer gaze. It was rare for her to talk with students outside of her team aside from classes, and in classes, she was usually occupied with work or trying to stay awake due to a sleeping pattern left in shambles.

"I like... the way you think," she admitted, admiring his view on helping others. He was caring, yes, but that seemed to be an understatement. The care he held for those around him was far less selfish than her own. For while she cared about those close to her, it was mostly to relieve her own emotions that she helped others for.

It felt like she learned about a way to improve herself a bit. Just a bit. She still had numerous flaws, and only a small handful of talents that sometimes overshadowed said flaws.

"I like... people... who think that way," she stated honestly, almost repeating what she said earlier. "You're not... a nice... guy."

"You're... a great guy. A... cool guy. That's... how people refer to... people like... you. I think. The way you think- you should not let... go of it."

This was the most she had said to someone outside of her team. But this person named Luke seemed like someone she would respect, no matter what he really thought of her. Even if he found her to be odd, she found his own ideals to be simplistic, but oddly intriguing to someone like her.

"It's nice to know... there are... people like you. It really... is."

"I... want to be friends... with those kinds of people. They make... me feel... special. More than what I... should normally feel."

It really helped her to know that some people were nicer than her. So she did not find it a waste of time to talk with him. She hoped that she was not wasting his time.

Turning to Lauren, a light bulb brightened in Sangue's head as she moved over from the line of barrels that formed. Lauren was a genius! At least, to Sangue, she was. Or maybe the brawler was just clever, but cleverness was far more useful than the level of gullibility Sangue had.

Still, her own accuracy with the barrels was more inaccurate than a toddler throwing a softball. That could potentially waste time if Sangue kept missing the lift. With that in mind, the swordswoman decided to use the original method they used to move the barrels and rolled two barrels down to the lift.

[Assistant]
Having finished preparing in team SASG's room, which culminated in the somewhat-ceremonial donning of his favorite blue jacket, Abel felt at peace. As mundane as his actions over the past few hours had been, they truly did take the edge of the concerns that prodded him, and now, with all of his ducks in a row, he could depart for an evening in Vale with a mind unclouded. Before he left, though, he made his way to a cage situated on one of the cabinets. Several feet wide and only a little less deep, the enclosure contained all sorts of toys and terrain. Upon a grassy knoll slumbered Scoot the ferret, and the city of the little critter curled up and fidgeting in his dreams brought a warm smile to Abel's face. He dared not pet the small dude for fear it might awaken him, but he badly wanted to. An ethereal sigh escaped from his lips, and he turned toward the door.

With his left hand in his pocket, he strode through the silent corridors toward the airship docks. Despite the plan seemingly in order, he moved rather hesitantly. His teammates had yet, after all, to reply to the group text message to which Abel had most recently responded. Though not obsessive, the guardian absolutely preferred to have a plan agreed upon before taking any significant action. Deprived of such organization, any kind of group venture could only end in disaster: boredom, frustration, and regret. Abel knew that he could not let that happen. His team needed no more divisions.

A few moments passed while he read a poster advertizing for some sort of Beacon robotics club attached to the wall. The flier did not really pique his interest, but he felt it necessary to while away a little time in the hopes that his scroll would buzz from a newly-received message telling him what exactly to do. After all, if he hopped on an airship to Vale and it turned out Gren was making his own dinner while Shiro changed his mind, he'd be all alone in a big, crowded city. His patience was rewarded—a vibration in his pocket prompted him to produce the scroll and view the new revelation. What he saw, however, made him frown.

"Hey, y'all want to come out to Vale and hang out or something? Y'all don't have to if you don't want. Just an idea." What? Hadn't Shiro gotten confirmation just a little while ago that both Gren and Abel would be happy enough to accompany him to a pizzeria in Vale? Maybe the faunus forgot. Abel, remembering his comrade's issues with memory in the past, felt sadness pour over him. Dealing with an amnesiac reminded him too closely of dealing with a relative with Alzheimer's. Memories made people who they were; interacting with someone, knowing that their memories might slip away at any time, filled him with helplessness and sorrow. Carefully, Abel's fingers moved across the touchscreen. As per usual, his large digits sometimes pressed more than one letter key at once, and sometimes one he didn't mean to at all, but this time he kept these little accidents to a minimum.


[System]
Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American

Description:
Standing at about 6 foot even, Murphy is not much of an imposing figure. His weight bounces around 165 to 170 pounds, mostly extra fat coming and going. That being said, he is in pretty good shape. Murphy does not have an Olympian body, but he was a High School athlete and has maintained his physique since then. Sparse dark brown hairs cover his arms and legs, not too much and it is not too thick, but it is there. His head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. It is cut nicely with shorter sides and a top that is only a little bit thicker. Murphy has deep, sometimes piercing, blue eyes. His facial hair is a thick, short cut, brown beard and mustache. On his right forearm, down the side, Murphy has a scar from when he broke his arm and the bone pierced the skin. As far as tattoos and piercings, he has none.

Generally speaking, Murphy's attire consists of basketball shorts and T-shirts in the spring, fall, and summer. And sweats, jeans, and hoodies in the winter. On the day that Murphy decided to fly to Minnesota with the mysterious airline ticket, he was wearing black basketball shorts and a gray Adidas T-shirt with aviator sun glasses. As well as a backpack filled with some backup clothing, toothbrush, toothpaste, and some other essentials.

Hometown:
Ocala, Florida.

Occupation:
Enforcer for a Meth dealer.

Biography:
Murphy was born and raised in the decently sized town of Ocala, Florida. His mother was a nurse at the local hospital and his father was a police officer. There are no other children in the O'Connor family besides Murphy but his father had five brothers who had multiple children and for awhile they all lived in Ocala with Murphy and his parents. Growing up Murphy was very close to his cousins, they were one big clique. As a group, they stayed together while in school and often backed each other up if there was a fight or dispute. That being said, they did not fight others often. Murphy was closest to his cousins Daina and Cory. Daina and Cory were brother and sister, and growing up, Murphy felt as if he was the third child in that group. His parents were very close with Daina and Cory's parents.

School was simple for Murphy. He was not the brightest lightbulb but he was not the dimmest one either. He happily lazed around average for all 12 years of school. Murphy was a B student. That being said, he did excel in sports, namely Football. He played for his High School team all four years and made varsity his Junior year. After High School, Murphy fell in with a group of delinquents. This happened because his cousins, all of them, and their families, moved across the US to different states. After a few months, Murphy was hanging around Meth dealers. Murphy's father lost his life to brain cancer when Murphy was 19 and his mother became severely depressed. Murphy moved out into the home of his dealer friend. Before long, Murphy was the enforcer. He would beat up on junkies who owed the dealer money and also jump other dealers who were trying to move in on his territory. Murphy received the letter and decided that it was time for a change.

Other:

[User]
Three more people showed up. Regular people, from the looks of it. The first just simply sat down across from Murphy. The strong silent type apparently. Then came another gentleman. He did not seem like the type to appear to random meetings. In fact, he did not look like the type to get out of his house that much. Murphy let a smile slowly cross his face. Then he spoke. "Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me?" He asked. Murphy had heard some of the question, enough to give an answer. Murphy removed one of the ear buds from his ear, then the other. He paused the music then placed his whole musical setup in his pocket. "Not me and I doubt Mendez here" Murphy was now just being racially insensitive and an asshole, "is the one we're meeting either." Murphy chuckled a bit. "Sorry" he apologized, not really meaning it, to the South American man sitting across from him. Then the girl arrived. Murphy saw it as a chance to break up the 'sausage fest' that had become the terminal that was 'under construction'. She also had a question.

"Uhm. Hi. Is this...um...under construction?" She asked. "Barely. Look at this place. The only 'construction' here would be the tarps in front of the entrance and the cones and tape. Look at this place" he stood up and waved his arms around. "There is no construction" he looked down at his phone. "It's noon and not a single sign of anyone other than ourselves. God did I honestly just waste a day flying up to Minnesota" Murphy shook his head. "Thank God I brought cash to buy a ticket home. What a joke" he said, turning to leave. Murphy tossed his bag over his shoulder and began to walk away.

"Not so fast Mr. O'Connor. I'm sure that the Ocala authorities would love to apprehend you once you get back from the Orlando airport." A voice said. Murphy turned quickly, curiosity and shock on his face. An older man was standing near the elevator. His attire consisted of a nice, expensive looking, suit and some glasses. "Mr. Garcia, Mr. Caster, and Ms. Glaindale. I am glad that the four of you were able to arrive on time, unlike some of the group" the man looked down at his watch. "I shall send for someone to wait here for them." He said, retrieving his phone. The man did not place a call, just a text. A few minutes of silence passed and the elevator opened. Another, younger man, in a suit walked out and stood silently away from the group.

"Now you are probably wondering what you are doing here and who I am. Well I am Mr. Lancaster. And to be frank, I know almost everything there is to know about all of you. That being said, I'll keep most of it private. Sorry for outing your enterprises Mr. O'Connor" he said, looking at Murphy before turning back to the rest of the group. "If you would gather your belongings we can head downstairs" he said, calmly, motioning towards the elevator. Murphy shrugged and entered the elevator. "Enthusiasm Mr. O'Connor. That'll get you places".

[Assistant]
Emma blinked and furrowed her brows, following after the guys, her jaw slightly unhinged.

"You know our names? I don't know you. I literally picked up this letter to come here and I don't know you. How...?" Her sentence trailed off as she realised that no one really cared, everyone was just moving.

"Fine, but uhm...this might have to be explained later."

Great confident way of speaking, Emma. Not.

She moved with them, her eyes wandering to the other guys, all seeming to be around her age or in their 20's. She didn't know that there was only males here. If she did, she would of classified it as a dick party and thrown the letter out. Oh well, she was here now, so it was too late. Her only hope was to not get kidnapped. Or was that happening right now? Oh god. She stopped in her tracks, watching all of them. Was this ok?

[User]
Raul was assessing the man across from him. He looked kind of athletic, but also like a pretty average guy outside of a gnarly scar. The thought that this might be a sting operation certainly had crossed his mind, but this guy just didn't look like some kind of major player in the criminal underworld.

Of course maybe I don't either

And he wasn't. Sure, he may have been poised to take over his father's position but he was by no means a kingpin to be toppled. And besides, even with that rationale, why the United States? He knew they enjoyed meddling in his country's affairs, and well really the affairs of every place in South America, but still, it would seem far fetched.

Perhaps we're being recruited?

Some kind of criminal mastermind might see potential in us, and want us for some kind of bigger, grander exploits. He hoped that wasn't the case, because he wanted to be done with all of that. Is there any chance one of you is waiting for me interrupted his train of thought. He turned to look, and a lot of the thoughts of some kind of master criminal organization went out the window. This dude kind of looked like a dork. He reminded him of the clueless tourists him and his brothers would rip off if they were dumb enough to stray far from their resorts. He cut off his own harsh judgement and began to stray to a different line of thought.

He looks kind of nerdy, maybe he does some kind of hacking type shit

He didn't know much about news in the states, but apparently these Anonymous guys were hacking everything or whatever. Maybe they wanted him? Raul didn't know shit about computers, but perhaps they needed guys with street smarts to enforce for them or something? He didn't really get how the Anonymous thing worked, it had been a passing conversation topic between him and his father at one point, but not much more.

Raul was taken aback by the other man's racially charged comment, and stood up before the man quickly apologized with a chuckle. He might have started a fight if he was back in Venezuela, but he was trying to be a new person, not one who started shit over everything. Still, he didn't want to let the comment go unchallenged, so he let out a "Hey man watch it" before a pale redheaded girl interrupted with an awkward greeting.

Alright, I legitimately have no clue whats going on

There didn't really seem to be any connection between the four of them. He truly was in the middle of a band of misfits. When the first man spoke of wasted time and began to walk off, Raul thought to do the same, before a strong voice made him turn to look. Him and his younger companion both looked more like what he had expected. Suits, a professional demeanor, the kind of guys who wheel and deal in the high levels of the cartels and crime rings in his area. The comment the newcomer made about the man about to leave did not go unnoticed either.

So this O'Connor guy has been in the game at least

He felt a little bit better. Whatever this was, he wasn't the only one with a past. And even though the fact that this man seemed to know about his was concerning, at least he seemed to plan on keeping it a secret.

Well I'd probably get a similar threat if I don't play along

And so knowing he had little choice in the matter at the stage he took a few pensive steps onto the elevator. He had been stewing in questions all day, and the new developments had only given him more. He had been hesitant to say much of anything, but he just had to know.

"Are you cops? Crime bosses? Those Anonymous hacker guys? Why me... or I mean us?"

He realized asking why he was chosen might reveal things he wasn't ready for just anyone to know. He only hoped that the man was bluffing when he said he knew everything about his past, because there were dark corners of it that he wanted to remain buried.

[Assistant]
Emma walked into the elevator with the men after shaking off the thought of being kidnapped. They seemed legit enough. She shuffled in, standing in the far corner, arms folded. She tried to keep her eyes fixed to the wall of the elevator, but her eyes wandered to the people. She studied the lines of the faces, the colours, everything about them. She was an artist, and this was a habit. She then let her eyes trail over the men in suits, her lips parting slightly as she let her mind drift of into questions again.

Where were they going?

Did she really have to be the only girl here?

Did those men know everything about them?

It couldn't be too bad, but...wait...everything?

Emma had never truly believed her mothers death was a car crash, it couldn't of ended that...suddenly. Maybe they knew what happened to her? Maybe it was just something in her mind making her delusional, but she had an option. Whatever they were here for, whatever they were going to be told to do, to be in trouble for, she had a chance. A chance to unravel the truth. It may of been with a few hipsters, a person as short as her and some men in suits, in a little elevator, but she would ask when she got the chance, away from all the others.

She didn't think it was the right time to ask names, so she kept herself quiet, arm folded slightly, leaning on the wall of the Elevator and keeping her gaze fixed on anything but anyone.


[System]
Username: Night_Star
Species: Whiptail dragon
Age: Just entered the Adult stage
Personality: Energy Twinkle is just like her name - she has so much energy, she's usually gone in the twinkle of an eye! She's very friendly and she just cannot sit still. Exploring new places is her thing, especially places that have a sense of mystery and adventure about them. Energy tends to easily get over-excited about something and she can get so hyped about something, it's almost heart-breaking to see her reaction when things don't turn out the way she expects them to. She has a stubborn streak when the situation calls for it. When there's a fight, she never backs down, no matter how fragile her Whiptail body might be.
Appearance:

She'll look like an average seventeen-year old teenage girl, with slightly tan skin and dark brown hair that reaches past her shoulder blades. Her eyes would be sky blue, turning a vivid deep blue if she uses her telekinesis. Instead of normal human ears, she would retain her scaly, pointed brown dragon ears. They're not very noticeable, as they blend in with her hair. Her long tail will remain, minus the blue stripes.
Abilities/Powers: She's slightly faster than most other Whiptails and has some experience with magic, being able to use moderate telekinesis from pushing a candle over to lifting up another dragon. However, she does not use magic much as it takes a toll on her fragile body.
Other: Running around is one of the things she does best - and she likes it! While using telekinesis, her blue stripes will glow. Like other Whiptails, she is physically weak but her acute speed and agility more than makes up for it.

[User]
Rhys

 A sigh escaped his mouth and his eyelids fell close as he shifted his position. "That is no excuse," he spat out. Despite the mood change, he knew she'd regain her enthusiasm in a second. Instantly after the brief moment of hesitation, En began her energetically-executed explanation, to which Rhys was solicitous to. He kept his mouth shut the whole time hers was running off. The Royal Crimson noted the circumstances they were in: very very dire, because En could open that scroll any second now. Then it must be a spell-containing scroll holding an enchantment enabling camouflage among humans... He's heard of the magic before. If he recalled correctly, then it was one that could disguise dragons as the humans themselves.

 Right after En stopped verbalizing her thoughts, which was well reflected in her eyes, Rhys bluntly told her, "No. It would not be great. What do you think will happen if we screw up and the humans come to know of the existence of dragons? Do you not realize that going out there is a dangerous task for those without the training and knowledge? Which is the very reason why dragons are chosen for it. You think you know humanity?" He seethed, trying to make her give in, albeit knowing her stubborn personality. "Now give me that scroll. This is going over the line, En. Do not try me." His frown deepened.

 Of course he was curious. Of course he wanted to escape the cage he was in. To venture into the world. To explore at the 'seas' and 'glaciers' he's heard of, the ground made of sand. It seemed extremely exhilarating, something different for a change. However, he dared not defy the clan in such serious matter. He was meant to fulfill the clan's expectations, for he was of a high, noble status. His pride would not let his reputation be shattered. The Royal Crimson was well aware of the repercussions, and thus had forcibly pushed his unsatiated need aside. He was meant to follow orders.

 Meant to be caged.

 Speaking of which, they really should return to the clan now. Perhaps he should hone his magic and stock up on knowledge of the humans after this issue is resolved.

[Assistant]
Energy Twinkle

 Slightly put off by her friend's negative response, Energy pouted, her tail that clutched the scroll subconsciously retracting further behind her.

 "Well, duh, of course I don't. But I would if we went out there, wouldn't I?" Her grin only seemed to widen, a teasing edge to her voice.

 "Humans discovering our existence would be bad," she nodded, tapping a claw against her chin before calmly (or as calm as she could be) putting it back down, "So we just can't screw up, then!" Her eyes darted back to the scroll, which hung limply from her tail. She could sense the magic from it, the complexity of the spell it contained. Yes, she'd heard that it was meant to camouflage dragons as the humans but she had a feeling that it was more than a simple camouflage. Which made her all the more curious. The magical seal on the scroll itself was simple. Normally, they'd be more complicated but she had a feeling that the Elders had entrusted her father with the scroll, thus simplifying the seal.

 At that particular thought, guilt jabbed suddenly into her heart and she wondered if she really should have taken it in the first place. However, upon remembering her very reason for taking it in the first place, her wish to do something in her boredo-err, to explore the unknown world that lay beyond the ancient trees that made up their home, she shook off the thought.

 At Rhys' request on returning the scroll, Energy merely stuck out her tongue playfully and leapt backwards, landing on top of one of the humongous roots that supported the massive tree she had buried the scroll by. Her wings were now half stretched out, ready to take flight if Rhys were to give chase - which she didn't doubt he would indeed do. Though since she wasn't actually running away at the moment, she would consider herself safe for now.

 "Come on, Rhys, it's just for a little while! What could a teensy weensy venture out in the open possibly do to harm any dragon?" she pleaded, her ever cheery grin never leaving her face.

[User]
Rhys

 His snout twitched hearing her answers. Every single one of them irked him, increasing his impatience. His tail swished in annoyance. Oh how he wanted to hunt down that cheeky little Whiptail. Instead, the male gave off a low snarl, "No. And don't you dare take flight. Have you forgotten that we aren't within the perimeters of the barrier?" He paused to shift to a standing position--realizing that he had sat somewhere before--before continuing, "If you aren't getting down from there, I'm leaving you here." And with that, he turned his head away, tail following the action, trotting off regally to the direction of the clan.

[Assistant]
Energy Twinkle

 Energy rolled her eyes, as a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth, unconcerned about the Royal Crimson's actions. She knew precisely what to do to get his attention.

 "That's alright, go on ahead!" she called after him, her voice the very sound of sweet innocence. "I'll join you in a bit - I just want to take a peek at the spell first." It wasn't just meant to attract his attention. She really did want to look at the spell. Maybe she wouldn't cast it on herself right away, but she was curious to see what made it so different from other camouflaging spells. Lowering her tail, she used her telekinesis to direct the scroll to levitate in front of her. Narrowing her eyes, she focused her magic on breaking the seal.

 The seal broke easily enough. With bated breath, Energy unrolled the scroll with anticipation, her eyes scanning it for the spell it contained. Now that it was unlocked, she could feel the strong magic now flowing out of it, surrounding her. Words were written carefully on the fragile parchment paper.
 "What one will be,
What one will see,
True souls be free,
Body and mind,
With change in thee..."
 Energy read aloud to herself the spell, well aware of the build-up of magic that was now coursing around her. The spell was initiating itself now that she had opened the scroll and read out its contents but she wasn't too worried. After all-

 "Wait. Where's the reverse spell?!" Indeed, there was no sign of another spell that would reverse the one she had just cast. She blinked, her grin now nervous instead of cheery.

 "Oops?"

[User]
Rhys

 At the Whiptail's call, the Royal Crimson abruptly stopped. Oohh she did just get the full entirety of his attention, his ears perking up and senses heightened. By the lords, is she--

 But she did. Yes. As soon as he had swiftly turned his whole body around, his ears picked up the familiar voice of his friend mumbling words he assumed were the spell, and he sensed the rapid build-up of magic surrounding her frail frame. On impulse, his hind leg muscles contracted enough only to be released in a leap to the Whiptail, forepaws outstretched to grab the levitating scrap of paper. Yes, on impulse. You just witnessed the mighty Royal Crimson dragon acting on impulse to save his dear friend. And he succeeded in covering the large distance with that leap due to his already massive body size.

 To no avail though, because by the time he had clutched the opened scroll--even ripping holes in it because of his retracted claws--, the intensity of the magic was at a peak familiar to him--that is, when a spell is performed correctly. The momentum of his leap, however, also caused him to crash into En, knocking her down. He felt the strong magic coursing through him due to his aerial attack.

 "THERE IS NO REVERSE SPELL, YOU IDIOT!! EACH SCROLL ONLY CONTAINS ONE SPELL!" Rhys firmly growled at the...unfamiliar creature he was pinning down, whom he thought was his friend. His draconic eyes widened at the realization of the success of the spell. Or not..? He got off of his four limbs, freeing the unrecognizable human, attempting to balance on his hind legs. He teetered around and wobbled for a while, before supporting himself by pressing his right wrist against the nearby tree, which seems way taller and thicker than he remembered.

He began inspecting his new human body by pulling up his left sleeve. Where was his thick, crimson hide? His strong, sharp claws? He now possessed fair human skin that could stretch a little when he pinched it. The outer area of his arm had soft little hairs growing on it, making its texture rather soft at his touch. His new skin was way too fragile--palpable when he tried poking it with his dull nails. And his claws...unfortunately, were now pinkish nails that bent easily at the end. He did seem to have retained some of his scales at the sides of his torso though, once he lifted the orange garment he was wearing.

Speaking of which, he donned on the inside an orange shirt with a grey tie, and on the outside an unbuttoned royal crimson trench coat, with black outlines. Covering his human legs were baggy grey trousers and black boots.

How odd that humans stood on their hind legs. He was adapting to standing on them as the clock ticks by, though. When he bent down a little to inspect them, movement from it made him aware of the crimson fringe that shielded his vision a little. Reaching out to touch his tresses, Rhys found their softness. And he investigated his head further. Horns? None. Human ears? Bendable and soft. Snout? Nose. Mouth? Soft, stretchy, pinkish lips. Canines? Dull teeth.

...Weak. How pitiful human bodies are.

[Assistant]
 She had been prepared for him to come after the scroll floating in front of her. What she hadn't expected was for him to crash into her as well, causing the both of them to land in a heap on the forest floor.

 "Gah-ow!" Oh, she was going to feel that one tomorrow. Apparently, shifting into a human didn't do her fragility any good. She stopped at that thought. "Shifting into a human"?

 Widening her eyes, she sat up as Rhys stumbled off her. The spell must have affected him too, her mind numbly noted. Right now, though, she was concerned about herself. She was smaller in size, that was for sure as the trees around them were noticeably larger than before. What was strange was that her entire physique had changed.

 Her skin was way paler than her usual colour but they still retained a brown-ish hue. However, she knew that the humans tended to come in few different colours in so many different shades and she had often wondered why when her own kind was limitless in terms of colours. And...it was her skin. She didn't have scales anymore. Just soft, squishy, vulnerable skin. Energy poked her hands a few times before sighing. "Way to increase my frailty," she thought wryly. Her limbs were different too. Her claws were gone, replaced by pink nails. She had ten fingers and probably ten toes on her feet. She couldn't really count because she had odd, cloth thingies that were grey and had blue strings knotted on top of them covering her feet. Shoes, she recalled them to be. She had on other human accessories on her too. A soft, thin light brown long-sleeved shirt with familiar diamond blue stripes running across its front. A glance at her back showed that there were stripes too, at the back of her shirt, though not connected to the ones in front. The stripes on both sides had spiky ends. A pair of black slacks went all the way down her legs.

 Something soft brushed her cheek. Mildly irritated, she swatted it away, only for it to fall back against her face. With a slight frown, she grabbed it and tugged, only to realise that she also had hair now. Fascinated, she brought it to her front, inspecting the strands that now brushed against her back and shoulders, covering her neck. It was dark brown, the same colour as the scales she used to have. With a slight grin, she instinctively got onto her hands and knees before remembering that humans were supposed to be bipedal. Huffing, she got up slowly, first on one knee, then her own two feet. Unused to her new centre of balance, she stumbled, before steadying herself with the huge root protruding from the ground. Due to her new small size, calling the root a towering wooden wall was more apt.

 Her legs were trembling, she realised. She wasn't used to this new form and so, her new limbs weren't used to carrying around her weight either, it seemed. Thinking back on the spell, Energy had also now discovered the difference between it and a regular camouflage spell. It didn't just camouflage the caster, it completely changed their physiology altogether. Technically, it was her fault that they both had changed so she supposed she deserved the consequences of this incident.

 One thing she was glad for, though, was that she wasn't completely human. She could feel her dragon ears hidden within her long straight hair - and she reached up with a hand to affirm this - and look at that! Her long tail had stuck with her!

 "Oh my faithful tail! I wouldn't know what I'd do without you!" she cried happily, snuggling her tail against her cheek with her hands. Which required taking a hand off the root so she promptly fell on her butt.

 "Oomph!" Wincing, she rubbed her bottom before noticing that her tail was stripeless. It was just a plain brown tail now. "Huh."


[System]
(Normal Form coming soon)

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A strange creature - a Chupacabra, from the strange new world that immigrated to Europe. After being saved by a tier one engineer, he has since renounced any lackluster traits and has taken a new form, as well as a new role in society as a nurse working for Kantus. In his efforts he has arisen in society's social pecking order, and has been invited to become a hand.

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Nessa Lockhelme

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A young a surprisingly restrained and powerful Succubus hailing from god knows where that has landed herself a job as a waitress at The Pale Horse. She is very good friends with Martin, maybe even more so. She dreams of becoming a Hand herself one day. She is deviously intelligent and often puts this natural born gift to good use. She will also woo men and women both monster and man to do her bidding. But as a Succubus, she has a natural affinity to manipulate the male gender over the other. Due to her intelligence she has a curious natural which has often led to her getting herself in trouble as often as it gets her out of it. She is an inventor in her spare time and collects small glass figurines.

[User]
Kaja

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November 18, 4:02 PM
Market

This was by far the strangest thing Kaja had ever stolen. He didn't even know who the client was, the job was given to him by his father, head of there clan. The mark had a stall set up on the other side of the square, a small animal store, selling both pets and potential main courses. Not all were of flesh and blood though, many were clockwork, steam-driven, or otherwise manufactured in the various factories and workshops in the city. The item in question was at once marvelous yet still mundane compared to the other wares surrounding it.

"Alright i just have to keep him talking for three minutes" Kaja reminded himself. If done right this would be a clean and perfect job. He stood confidently forward casually observing the market stalls and pretended to grow interested in the animal pens. He approached the owner who appeared to be a molding vulture hunched over and staring. "Excuse me. But do you have a turkey in stock. I've had mad cravings for the bird and frankly i'm growing a little sick of ambrosia." The merchant said he had none but complimented his customer on his tastes. They rambled back and fourth on alternatives or where he might find one. About three minutes in Kaja shook the man's talons and said as if on cue "Well i might try the meat markets over in the East Commons, typically they just sell just rat and wild dog but i might get lucky."

At that moment a large rabbit came charging down the streets in a mad panic. The buzzard saw the creature and immediately charged after it. Whether it ended up in a little girls bedroom or a werewolf's stomach he would make a fine profit. After a breath once the owner was gone Kaja turned and casual as breathing undid the rope around a live tiger's neck and walked the groggy beast away as if he were walking a dog.

To a casual observer it would seem as if he were just finishing a business deal, one would need to be listening very carefully to realize otherwise. And so another job well done Kaja walked the tiger all the way to the Clans apartment in the East Commons.

[Assistant]
Thomas Marborough

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November 18, 3:45 PM
West Commons
"Will it be alright?"

Thomas turned and lowered his head at the sound of the voice. He looked down at the… at the doll that had just questioned the flesh golem's future health. His eyes widened a bit, and his lips pursed in slight confusion. Yes, the moth-man was a sight, but… this was a manmade entity.

"Ahhh…" Thomas said, turning his gaze back towards the flesh golem. Oh, he was certain it would be back upright once the leg was fixed, but the whole doll thing was still strange to him. "Yes, he'll… he'll be back in working condition, once we repair his leg." He took another gander at the overall damage, wondering just what caused it. From what he could see, it simply looked like the flesh golem had tripped and hit its leg against a hard surface. Fence or wall, maybe. Couldn't have been deterioration, the parts all looked to be in good condition.

His mind wandered back from those thoughts as he redirected his head towards the doll. And, out of the blue, he inquired, "Who… I'm terribly sorry for asking but, who are you?"

[User]
Tauro

November 18, 3:42 pm

West Commons

Tauro's massive head moved toward the voice, it being a familiar one. He sees Cotton Aries standing next to him, a crisp and rushed being that didn't take much time to appreciate the gift of life or this city. Tauro decided he will change that. Too many beings ran through their lives with hurry and ambition, often missing the little things. Cotton Aries would not be one of them. "God-den, Cotton Aries, how lovely 'tis to see thou again. Come and sit with me and enjoy the children playing and breathe in the crisp air of this wonderful city." He moves over slightly, grabbing his staff, which was as tall as Cotton, and moves it to his other side; making a space for Cotton.

[Assistant]
Grob

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November 18, 3:46 PM
West Commons

Grob was outside the front of his shop under a bridge at the west commons. It was nice for him. He could hear the surge of the market above him, and he didn't mind this at all. Anyone that needed to buy something from him knows where he is. His shop was more like a stall but there was what looked like piles of junk either side and it was rickety with nailed together wood and crudely drawn writing. Grob also put a small sign on the bridge pointing downwards to draw attention, see if anyone wanted to buy his wares. A loud clattering took his attention and he saw one of his four Gremlin servants dropping a bunch of stuff. "You idiot!" Grob shouted as he stormed torwards him. "You coulda blown this place sky high!" He complained. The gremlin started scraping all the dropped junk back into his arms. "Sorry boss! I'll put it down right away." He said, scurrying along. Grob simply wore brown trousers held by suspenders over his shoulders. He also had a pair of goggles on his head. "What do I pay ya for, ya git? Get goin'" Grob ordered.