[System]
Gender: Female
Appearance: "It's just grape juice, have a drink already."(around 5'1)
Age: 17, about the same in her avatar's appearance as well
IGN: YukiFu556
Race: Human
Avatar: "I'm not gonna show mercy to any one of you bastards."(around 5'1)
Equipment: * Gold Earrings: A pair of ordinary false gold earrings. And yet, it seems like they may reflect something about the wielder.
* Fashionable Jacket: An ordinary jacket, but the unique markings upon it speak of something more unique. It is said the original wearer showed deep inner power, but none know how this is particularly relevant.
* Fancy Vest: An appealing vest with no notable traits or characteristics.
* Pants: One of a set of items of clothing that most locations require you to wear. Alternatives include a skirt, or shorts. You are wearing something down there, right?
* Mysterious Armored Boots: A pair of armored boots found with the Fashionable Jacket. Offers a decent defense, but the real mystery is those unusual markings.
* Storage Pouch: What adventurer leaves home without some method of carrying items?
* Spark Blade: A sword created in secrecy, said to combine the ancient art of magic with the recent advances in technology. However, the systems within seem more advanced than most devices anyone has seen. It possesses multiple forms, the first of which is a fairly ordinary katana. Only by truly focusing your skills upon this weapon can you hope to understand its full capabilities. Awarded for completing the Black Cairn of Higorod below level fifteen solo.
	+ Spark Shooting: You have discovered Spark Blade can fire projectiles, waves of light from the sword. The lines in the blade flash brightly when it fires.
	+ Rend Blade: You have unlocked one of the secrets of the Spark Blade, allowing it to transform from a katana into an enormous, magically-empowered greatsword. You're certain it's longer than you are tall, and yet you can wield it without difficulty. Naturally, you can now utilize a much deadlier form of Spark Shooting. It can also charge itself to deliver devastating physical blows coursing with magic. Somehow, you feel this is not even close to the final secret Spark Blade holds.

Level: 48
Skills: * Katana Mastery S: Passive, increases proficiency when using a katana.
* Greatsword Mastery A: Passive, increases proficiency when using a greatsword.
* The Fire Within B: Calling upon your inner reserves of passion, you add thirty percent more damage to your attacks. Your soul burns with visions of victory!
* Ignition C: While you are not skilled with magic, your bullheaded determination grants you the ability to temporarily empower your body, blazing with magical power. Certainly, you cannot cast a single spell, but with this ability you can increase damage by fifteen percent and decrease incoming damage by ten percent.
* Willpower A: Passive, resist most mental debuffs.

Personality: Fujiko is notably a rather uncouth, passionate girl, with a sharp, aggressive tongue and unyielding confidence in herself. She loves a challenge, feeling that no matter how hard things can get she'll eventually break right on through and succeed. She loves a fight, as well, pretty unhesitatingly willing to clash with just about anyone over just about anything, especially if it'll come to blows. At the same time, she has rather strong morals, admitting to the fact that she 'finds it very difficult' to pick the evil option in any games she's ever played. She despises bullies, going out of her way to confront them wherever she finds them. At the same time, she's prone to mocking others herself. However, Fujiko feels she never goes beyond light teasing among friends. Fujiko has an extremely short temper, quick to anger and almost as quick to lash out due to her anger, proving herself to be quite passionate. She could easily be described as hotblooded. Fujiko cares deeply for her little sister, Kirika, who is also a fan of Untold Eternity.
History: Fujiko lives with her mother, who struggles to balance spending time at home with her two daughters, Fujiko and her younger sister Kirika, and the work she needs to sustain her family. Fujiko delved into video gaming, especially extremely difficult games. She became a huge fan of the Souls series, but expressed a great deal of distaste towards low-level trolls who preyed on new players. In real life, too, she embraced a way of life that vented stress from her lack of a family life, confronting bullies, spending late nights out, and clashing with her teachers repeatedly. Even her friends referred to her as 'kind of scary', but Fujiko was pretty sure they meant it in a good way. She was very protective of her sister, and for a long time refused to introduce her to an online game she enjoyed, Untold Eternity. However, she eventually relented, provided that Kirika let Fujiko keep an eye on her while she played. Fujiko's conduct in Untold Eternity was viewed as a "challenge run". She went to the notoriously difficult Black Cairn of Higorod(recommended level 60) at a level far beneath the recommended one, and obtained an extremely rare weapon as a result. The weapon seemed rather lame for the prize for completing an incredibly difficult dungeon at a low level, solo, but as someone in it for the challenge, Fujiko decided to try it out. When she discovered it gained more abilities as you leveled up while using it, it became her main weapon. Kirika was still new at the game, and remains a rather fresh player. But that won't be dangerous for her, right?
Pets?: N/A
Other: Notably poor at speaking English, can type it decently.

Name: Yukimura Kirika
Gender: Female
Appearance: "Did you say something about candy?"
Age: 10
IGN: MofuMofuMahouShoujo
Race: Beastkin(Dog)
Avatar: "Nee-chan told me about all the candy items in the game and I couldn't help it!"
Equipment: * Apprentice Mage's Hat: This hat is for young magi in training. Why, exactly, is anyone's guess, but some say an ancient mage wore something similar. The modern version is decidedly unremarkable.
* Apprentice Mage's Top: This vest is for young magi in training. Imbued with a minor magical enchantment, spell effectiveness is improved by three percent while wearing this outfit.
* Gauntlets of Red: These Gauntlets are commonly equipped by adventurous young magi. Created by Evalyn Cresh, they were among many of the magical creations. While they are fairly weak, a young magi can never have enough magical equipment. Reduces Mana Recharge Time by two seconds.
* Apprentice Mage's Pants/Skirt: This skirt is for young magi in training. It has no specific special attributes, aside from going rather well with the rest of the outfit.
* Apprentice Mage's Boots: These boots are for a young magi in training. They have no special abilities, but don't they look rather stylish?
* Double Storage Bag: An adventurer, especially one versed in magic, has great need of storage. Devised by Edgar the Wiser, the Double Storage bag is twice as large inside as it is outside.
* Candy: Candy is so tasty, isn't it? Restores one point of health.
* Mana Blade Staff: A short mage's staff bearing a pair of mana construct blades. Said to be based on the original tool of Red Mage Maria, it has minor defensive melee capabilities in addition to spellcasting. Aside from being striking in appearance, it has no true benefits aside from defensive melee capabilities.

Level: 8
Skills: * Ignite Scatter D: A series of mana blasts scatter across the area, fired from the mage's staff.
* Ignite Shot C: A single directed beam of mana, fired at a single target.
* Ignite Barrier E: A weak barrier spell that can defend both the caster and anyone within the scope of the shield.
* Spark Bind D: A series of mana binds wrap around the target, briefly immobilizing them.

Personality: Kirika is a friendly, outgoing little girl who wants to become friends with nearly everyone she meets. She's highly talkative and eager to learn more about new people, and is always excited for just about anything new, really. Kirika loves candy, magical girl anime and manga, and just about anything cute. She misses her mother most of the time, and tends to bury herself in anime and games when she's not allowed to go out. Kirika's desire for friends makes her extremely trusting of others, though not so much that she would do something foolish like follow a stranger. Still, she's easily lied to if she thinks that someone is her friend. Kirika is incredibly hurt if she discovers her trust has been broken, and will become withdrawn for a while as a result. Kirika looks up to her older sister Fujiko a great deal, absolutely adoring her and everything she does. ... Well, nearly everything. Kirika is a much better student then Fujiko. One of the reasons she got into Untold Eternity was purely because her older sister plays it.
History: Unlike her older sister, Kirika never knew her father. Most of her experience with her family has been rare times where her mother could spend time with them freely, or being cared for by her older sister. As such, she has become very devoted to Fujiko. Wanting to have more friends like her older sister, Kirika became quite the social butterfly, eager to meet new people and learn about them, and become their friends. Wanting to be like her older sister in everything but school, Kirika decided to get into Untold Eternity, promising Fujiko that she'd let her guide her and keep an eye on her. She even gave her a decent early game staff to keep her safer if she gets stuck in melee range.
Pets?: A small, long-eared squirrel-fox creature named Fuji, after Kirika's older sister. It sees extremely well, allowing Kirika to target better with long range spells, increasing her accuracy rating.
Other: Kirika loves candy. And magical girls. Her favorite show remains DokiDoki Precure, even if it's somewhat older by now. She can't speak English, and can only write very basic phrases learned in school.

[User]
Jethro Roranson
Interacting with: @OneStoryToMany

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Jethro smiled as Laurel accepted his friend request. He was relieved to have found an ally so soon. He truly believed what he said. If they were going to survive this crazy world they were going to need friends. Going it alone was practically suicide. Even if they do respawn after death, not having a friend there to guide you through the loss could be a burden. Jethro's mood changed when Laurel said they didn't even play MMORPGs. He smiled wide and laughed heartily. "Haha, unlucky indeed, but look at the bright side. You got sucked into a stacked character ready to do. I'm completely new, and a dwarf!" He said with a chuckle as Laurel checked her stats. When she stated her level and her rank in scythes he grinned triumpantly. "67? Ha, nailed it on the head! Mid game indeed, and not a bad rank. It means whoever had this character before you had quite recently unlocked the scythe skill. Ranks are your level with a skill. Think of it as a grading system. So a rank like C means you're adverage at the skill with plenty of room for improvement. But, don't let that get you down. At level 67 I'm sure you probably have plenty of skills to back it up. Unlike me is all I can do is swing my hammer and hope it hurts enough." He said with a hopefull smile.

[Assistant]
Amelia

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After listening to the beastkin girl, apparently called Kirika, Amelia gives a nod of understanding. So, the little one is called Kirika, while her sister is Fujiko. If Kirika is hanging out around here, then she's probably a fairly low level. Fortunately, the towns that recruit fresh adventurers are just to the North of here, conveniently on the way to my original destination. As Amelia plans out her next move, the howls of far off wolves start filling the air. It seems that here's not such a safe place to be thinking of such things. We should start moving.
They are currently in a plain just North of Araldyne. Amelia had actually stopped following her Trusted Mentor's Warg's tracks when she saw the chaotic riot going on in town, and decided to go around before heading further North once more, leading to where she and her little companion are now. Looking towards the girl, Kirika, once more, and motions for her to follow with a smile.
"I. Help. You. Follow." Kirika seems to know a fair amount more English than she gives herself credit for, so Amelia doesn't bother trying to waste any more time than neccessary trying to explain things in Japanese, and starts heading North.

[User]
Lorand

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Lorand, who had been riding for a good couple of minutes now, looked at his map one more time. He was extremely close to the Amelia and the young girl's location, and was still riding with the speed of a mad man. No matter how silly his concern was, Lorand was still fearful of what he might find when he arrived.

"I swear if she has done anything to that girl, I am going to dropkick Amelia at least a mile away from here. Actually, make that two miles."

Lorand muttered this to himself as he came upon the scene at hand. Amelia was standing there talking to the girl, and it seemed like no harm had been done. However, looks could be deceiving, so Lorand leaped off of Rummahl and began to approach the pair, eyes fixed on Amelia. He walked towards them with a calm demeanor, even though he definitely was not calm.

"What's going on here Amelia, and what have you been doing since I left?"

He asked as he turned to inspect the young girl who was next to Amelia. She was a low-level wizard beastkin, something that seemed like a somewhat strange character combination to him, but he payed that no mind. He just wanted to make sure Amelia hadn't done anything to the girl, or anyone for that matter. Lorand could see that she was at least she was not harmed, so he was hopeful nothing bad had happened.

[Assistant]
Yukimura Fujiko, Formerly in Flight

The flight was, well... Fujiko had never exactly flown before. Especially not on a horse. So, to say the least, that experience was quite... impactful. Fujiko found herself indeed holding on, though more or less looking irritated about it the whole time. She probably would have enjoyed it more if not for the fact that her little sister was out there and potentially in danger. So, when the wolf came to a stop and they eventually landed, finally giving Fujiko the view of what she was instantly able to recognize as Kirika... admittedly, Kirika with white hair and animal features, but Kirika nonetheless, there was only one response.

The dark-haired girl lept off of the pegasus, ran over to her little sister, and abruptly hugged her, to the surprised greeting of "Onee-san!"


[System]
Characters:

Age: 17

Arcana: Chariot Arcana

Personality: Despite being a bit tomboyish and being a bit stubborn, she goes out of her way to help others and defend those who are otherwise defenseless. No matter if the situation seems hopeless she never backs away and willingly throws herself in danger if its to help another. After finally obtaining freedom in Warakuma, her actions are seen as crazy or a bit eccentric but is generally well-liked amongst the students, especially the girls, some of which see her as their one true 'Prince' for how she would 'swoop' in and save people from unruly situations and managing to keep her cool is stressful situations. Though, in normal situations, she'd occasionally let her true feelings show and drop her facade.

While she enjoys fighting, she'll rarely instigate a fight, choosing instead to come in the defense of others. She is quite the Otaku, despite being strictly watched, she used to sneak in mangas behind her fathers back (with the help of her brother) and watching whatever she could. She'll do whatever it takes to live life the way she wants it and won't let others dictate her life for her.

Equipment/Skills:* Mangaka
* Brawling
* Affinity with swords, especially the Katana

Background:
Hailing from the Ikebukuro area, Akane is the daughter of the Saito Group's head, Akihiko Saito, a crime boss. While she was pampered and spoiled, in a way, like you'd expect of a daughter of a crime boss or anyone who had it big, she never got it easy despite being the youngest, she has an older brother who is 7 years older. From the moment she turned 6 her father took it upon himself to 'toughen' her up by always putting her through rigorous training, regardless of whether she wanted it or not, with good intentions of course (not matter how cruel it seemed at the time). Like his father and his father's before him, it was tradition to have the 'family' involved in the family's line of work but that wasn't the only reason. Knowing the target that'll most likely be on her head once she got older, because of him, he wanted Akane to be able to defend herself in case anything were to happen to her.

Of course, She didn't see it that way and, naturally, slowly started developing an intense hate for him. In her junior high years, she held high marks, and was quite popular among the other kids in the school, as she was always surrounded by a 'flock' of people. Though 'popular', she drew the scorn of many who believed she was stuck-up, selfish, a thug and a matter of labels, mainly stemming for the fact of who her father was, despite showing otherwise. Regardless of how she was seen, she'd go out of her way to help others whenever she could, whether it was stopping thugs, giving others food or helping with small things. Though, no matter her intent, people would often run in haste from her after words or react harshly to her help but she resolved to help anyways despite this.

By the time it was her third year of junior high, her father, despite the training, tried to interfere more in her life, trying to stop her actions and get her to focus more on the 'family' and control her actions. Having enough, without his knowledge, she applied to various schools a good distance away from Ikebukuro hoping to get a fresh start. It didn't take long before she was found out and, of course, her father was furious, intending to enroll her in an elite school and groom her, with the intention to marry her off. However, as she neared her 15th birthday, those 'plans' came to a screeching halt when things went seriously wrong in a 'rescue' of one of her friends.

Before things could get worse, her Akito intervened and whisked her away to an lesser known location. Relocated to Warakuma, in an apartment building owned by her older brother, she was now living alone, and to dissociate her from the Saito Group, she adopted her mothers Maiden name of 'Hanazawa' while also dying her hair a purplish black.

Persona: Setanta

Appearance:

Cú Chulainn or known in his childhood as 'Sétanta' is an Irish Demi-God, the offspring of a mortal woman, Deichtine, the younger sister of King Conchobar mac Nessa, and the deity, Lugh, the god who governed over the sun and a member of the Danann divine family in Celtic Mythology. Deichtine, the daughter of a druid, Conchobar's father, and Maga, the widow of Ross the Red, disappeared in the Land of the Young without marrying anyone. There, she bore Sétanta , the child of the sun god. He took up the name Cú Chulainn after accidentally killing the guard dog protecting the house of master blacksmith Culann. After which he uttered, ""Does this dog have children? If he does, could you allow me to take care of them? I will raise them to be guard dogs just as strong as their father. Until then, I will be your guard dog."

It was prophesied that "this child will live as a hero" at a young age by the Chief Druid, Cathbad. Cathbad was powerful, with his divinations being strong enough to "determine the future" rather than simply "see the future." Not knowing how to handle the situation, he decided that he would tell it to only those who would take up arms on that day. The divination was bad enough that none of them attempted to go through the rites of warriorhood, though Cú Chulainn was fishing while leaning against a hazel tree due to his disinterest. He went through the rites of warriorhood on that same day, and received the prophecy that said "in exchange for glorious deeds of valor, his life would be short." He readily accepted such a fate, smiling and laughing.

Command Skills

Kill Rush (2)
Vile Assault (3)
Matarukaja (2)
Rakukaja (1)

Passive Skills

Resist Physical (1)
Firm Stance (2)
Apt. Pupil (1)

[User]
Ayano Wakahisa: Corporate War Zone
18/6/2015, Thursday

Ayano's eyes lit up when she saw the overflow of soldiers rushed in on to the party with guns blazing, if the rest of the party weren't in any life-threatening danger right now, it'd be just like watching an action movie. Casting her thoughts aside, she was glad to see that Rui and the others were able to pave a path with brute force and eventually made their way to the door. As they entered, the girl's screen was immediately greeted by a slate gray color, it looked unimaginative to say the least. The color almost made her feel dull and lifeless just by looking at her screens, the cells in the area made it clear as to what area they were in right now; a prison. She wouldn't be surprised if the words she were hearing prisoners or just mad ravings of the owner of this dungeon, but who or WHAT was crying in the distance?

The brunette nodded at the leader's orders, keeping an open eye on all of her screens just in case the prisoners decide to pile-on them this time or some sort of Silent Hill-esque abomination decides to make itself welcome to the group. As they traversed the prison, there were numerous Shadow Soldiers that just looked sad and frightened, and for a moment the girl couldn't believe that of all the things to make her feel sad it was a shadow. That sadness came to an end with anxiety overcame her when a cell labelled with "Solitary" was met by the party, beyond the door Ayano could feel a presence, one that was filled with malice and power...She wasn't sure if it was THE shadow already but judging from their time in the dungeon, it would be a far cry from it. When the door opened, the only thing that Ayano's screens picked up were pitch black. For a moment she thinks that it was an error or fault of her Persona, but no, it was something more terrible than that...

The lights flickered on to reveal towering shadow in the usual prison wear, similar to the ones they saw before. Despite its restrained state she could feel that this thing was not to be underestimated. With Rui giving orders, Ayano quickly began to scan the giant, tapping her keys
One of her screens showed the back of the giant, a red reticle pointing directly at it and beeping. Her left screen displayed that it was the glaring weak point of the monster, but how can the party strike it when it keeps darting and weaving? She looked back at the center screen, clicking at the image of the shadow and analyzing it carefully, the girl noticed a distinct key that could be struck and the loose shackles of the boss. With a grin, Ayano immediately relayed the information to the party.

"The giant's weak point is its back. It's moving a lot so I think you should restrain it with its own shackles! I'm not sure about the key though..."

[Assistant]
Corporate War Zone - Solitary
21/6/2015 Sunday

The battle progressed with a stalemate for awhile, but soon as Ayano's scan was done, what they were seeing made more sense. The key was... Well, the key. It looked a little loose, but with a few hits it might lock the restraints. It was a pretty strange kind of handcuff honestly, but it looks like it worked like that.

"I'll strike the key, the rest of you focus your attack on it's back", he ordered. With that he darted in first, with a Sukukaja, letting him swiftly dodge it's next unfocused attack, and position himself by the key. At that point he let out a barrage of attacks alternating between his own blade and Askr, before jumping again, and plunging down with his Persona's attack, Mighty Swing.

The shadow heaved and then fell, suddenly unable to properly move. It seems those restraints were connected to it's legs too, but as it fell, it began to struggle, and the key began to fiddle around.

"Quick! It looks like it might free itself if we take too long!"

Play of Control - Stage
21/6/2015 Sunday

Akane's attack did a fair bit of damage, but no elemental attack meant it stayed on it's feet. Despite how strong Vile Assault was, it wasn't enough to do any significant damage. She was going to need to follow up with someone who had struck a weakness. Meanwhile, Matthew managed to repel the dancer and cause it to fall to the ground, putting him in position to pummel it again.

Kazuki had successfully figured out the one weak to lightning and began work on it, on the other hand Noboru's attacks were missing, before he was suddenly hit by a bolt of lightning and forced on his back foot.

This seems to be a fairly simple fight, but should they focus one at a time? Or continue the way they are...? Kazuki seemed too focused to give any kind of order like that, however the shadow he was focusing was sufferring, and would soon shortly be destroyed.

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Corporate War Zone: Floor 2, Solitary | Sunday

Another thunderous crash caused yet more clouds of dust to fall from the ceiling above as the giant shadow rushed down one of the group; only for them to dodge aside at the last moment. Luckily, no one had actually taken such an attack head-on, but Kotori feared that if the fight dragged on ever longer, the fatigue would leave someone to slip up eventually - a prospect she was not very eager to see the results of. This was not exactly aided by the fact that she shadow seemed to be mostly shrugging off their attacks without much sign of wavering, as befit something of its size - at least until Ayano's voice telepathically reached them; her scans having finally detected their opponent's weakpoints.

Rui immediately put himself forward to take care of the literal key component of this fight whilst everyone else should ready themselves to exploit the opening thereafter. Though she thought that deliberately putting oneself in the path of this giant did not exactly sound very healthy, it seemed the only way - and just in case things didn't go to plan, she kept herself and Kikuri-Hime ready to cast a healing spell should the need arise. Luckily though, Rui managed to slip out of the way of the charging shadow and instead bring himself into a prime position to strike at the key. Between the strikes of both him and Askr, the key was driven into the shackles; causing the shadow to briefly tense up as the restraints tightened around its arms and legs before falling forward with yet another crash.

Rui barely even needed to call out for the rest to press their advantage before a barrage of attacks was loosed upon the prone giant as Alexei, Sato and Kotori all turned their focus on it. "Kikuri-Hime," Kotori called as she extended one arm toward the exposed back of the creature. A bright flash and roaring thundercrack immediately followed her next word as she cast what offensive magic she had: "Zionga." But despite the evident increase in strength compared to Kikuri-Hime's initial offensive capabilities, she still remained worried whether it would really be enough to put down the giant for good; readying herself to either heal any would-be retaliation or quickly vacate the path of yet another charging attack.

[Assistant]
Akane Hanazawa // Mirror World - Play of Control - Stage
Sunday, June 21st, 2015

While she was sure she did it some damage, though, her not having an elemental attack is really putting her at a disadvantage in this fight. But despite this, she couldn't help but laugh at Noboru. "Where's all that bravado from before Noboru? You need to actually hit them to damage them." she teased, referring to what he said in the previous battle.

It'd probably go much faster if we decided to focus on one at a time or focus on two by doing teams but I don't think any of them will actually listen at this point. She thought, glancing at the others, especially Kazuki who seems a bit too focused, considering he's supposed to be the leader and all. Well, it doesn't matter considering his opponent looks like it's about dead anyways.

Either way, considering this isn't the boss, and considering their opponents don't seem to be that strong and the fact these aren't the bosses, it would be awfully boring to simply gang up on them. After all, she needed to get her fill of fighting before they wrap things up with the dungeon. Though, considering they were there to save someone, she probably shouldn't voice that thought out loud.

Having Setanta with another Vile Assault, she also heads into battle with the shadow with her Katana.


[System]
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Race: Vampire
Nation: Illiserev

Appearance:
Standing at a middling height of 5' 5", she has a slim frame to match. She shies away from wearing full length garments, having a tendency to wear short dresses on most occasions. She lets her hair grow long but maintains it meticulously nonetheless. When heavier garments required, she often forgoes proper coats for a thick, long cloak, which can be easily shed when required. Has a light step.

Puts up a reasonable effort in maintaining a human appearance, to an end that she uses illusion magic to do so.

Personality:
Curious, industrious, and hardworking, Charlotte has a relaxed, but sometimes meddling personality. Having an active, eager mind with a need for fulfillment, she likes to travel and see new sights.

Despite being a vampire, she does not shy from parlaying with her fellow Illiserev countrymen, enjoying engaging strangers and striking up friendly conversation over a pint of ale or even on the street. A bit of a busybody, she is a bit invasive in privacy and sometimes even involves herself in affairs that don't concern her. Possessing high self-confidence and exceptional tolerance for embarrassment, she's willing to do many things that would make a proper lady faint at the thought of.

Her persona isn't all rosy, however; Despite her cheery, kind, and laid-back demeanor, she has no problems using slaves as sustenance or killing in cold blood. Nonetheless, she conducts herself safely within the confines of the law.

Having lived in Illiserev for so long, she has adopted much of the customs and mannerisms of its people.

She has a phobia of objects on a grand scale. Large, submerged entities make her uncomfortable, and towering, imposing mecha and rift beasts alike trigger her flight more than her fight instinct.

Biography:
* Part of a branch of vampire nobles of middling importance.
* Lived the depths of Talze Utera at the outbreak of war. Did vampire things.
* Sent to hold down the fort at a property in Illiserev, the rest of her bloodline followed the heed of the Scarlet Court into battle while she acquainted herself with the eccentric hobbies her uncle left behind.
* Found herself alone at the end of the conflict. After mourning her loss for a time, she decided to take the estate she maintained for herself and rebuilt it.
* Having finished her task, she quickly became tired of domestic life, and made it her pastime to disguise herself as a human, gallivanting the land like a vagabond tourist. She often returns to the quaint vineyard to fawn over her maids and butlers nonetheless.

Abilities:

Charlotte is well-versed in blood magic, but never had the opportunity to develop much ground in necromancy beyond its intermediate principles. Living in Illiserev, she has grown used to and prefers using a more standardized field of Sword Arts, keeping her more taboo skills in reserve.

Her Sword Arts aim to destabilize and manipulate the opponent's flow of battle.

Canter – An attack of middling speed and uneven pace that condenses and shifts the weight of her blade at the moment of impact with a depressive, backwards felt blow that is felt in the eardrums. A connecting blow dulls the senses and throws the body off balance, impairing their response time.

Depress – Charlotte slashes her sword at an arc at the enemy, channeling energy through the edges of the weapon. Magic disperses in an outward vector pattern into the atmosphere around her, giving the enemy a feeling of overbearing weight while rejuvenating herself.

Royal Set In/Set Out - A sudden crack of mana allows Charlotte to near instantly engage with an opening strike from a distance. Alternatively, she can near instantly parry and rapidly disengage, opening a wide distance between her and her opponent. Exceptionally exerting, she would be playing a defensive dance over the next few exchanges upon using this art.

Scarlet Whip – Blood magic. Charlotte draws a string from a proper blood source. She maintains its form in a razor-sharp manner to strike at the enemy as an auxiliary or primary weapon.

Blood Sphere – Blood magic. Charlotte forms a condensed sphere of blood near her body. It rotates rapidly, spinning off drops of blood that harden into sharp bullets that shoot at her targets like a Gatling weapon.

Important Items:
Talentium Side-sword – She doesn't care about the naming symbolism shit. A light, easy to handle weapon that allows for flexibility in sword techniques. Charlotte's style of attack allows it to scale up well in matching heavier weapons such as great swords and longswords.

[User]
Travel was always one of the least entertaining parts of the job. Sure, the scenery never did disappoint, if one enjoyed the beautiful but often harsh landscape of Illiserev, but packing to be out in it took a little more than just a backpack, if one intended to be there for any extended period of time. This would be one of the reasons Lillet didn't travel on foot, but on horseback. It also helped things go by quicker. At least she wasn't going it completely alone, this time.

Lillet glanced over her shoulder toward her traveling companions. A single bored eccentric and her butler hardly amounted to much of any expedition, but even a few people tagging along beat being alone. Lillet couldn't figure Charlotte out, from the short time she'd known the other woman. The blonde was warm, friendly, and outgoing, but she didn't really seem the type to be a scholar of antiquity, in any capacity. The butler was even more of a mystery, and although Lillet couldn't quite place what seemed off about the soft-featured man, she didn't worry too much about him, either. Any butler in Illiserev would certainly be capable in a fight, and an impeccable servant out of one.

Their last visit to a town had been a day or so ago, and the travel since had involve occasional consultation of a map, and wandering through the countryside, picking their way along what small paths could be found. "It'll be a day or so yet, before we get there," she called back to her companions. "At least from what information I have. Shame the weather's taking a turn for the worse. Hope your brought some gear for it." The multiple layers she was already wearing suggested she had come prepared for just about any situation.

[Assistant]
— Natala, Odile & Liza —

She hated rain. A little further north and it might have been snow but right now it was raining. Natala was wet and cold, regretting not getting a rain cloak the last time she had gone into a city. There was supposed to be some ruins or something nearby. With any luck they would be able to find some mostly dry wood nearby as well.

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Soothing. That was the word that Odile knew to describe the rain. He could hear each drop colliding with stone, grass, moss, dirt, and even his own flesh. Each collision was like a drum beat, carrying the rhythm of his home. The rain always reminded him of home. Too many memories to count. Without so much as getting bored of each drop trickling on his skin, he lay in the soft grass, embracing the world. It was enough to forget.

He had ran further ahead of his companion. After all, he could not resist the allure of the soft grass contorting to his whimsy.

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Rain was... an unpredictable tool that played after its own tune. It could, however, still be manipulated. While it held true that a downfall was capable of washing away the the thoughts of an Artist after she had already put her mark on the world, rain was just as much capable of being part of the craft itself.

In case of the Virtuoso however the rain was, as of right now, simply annoying. The young woman had finished her painting in the close town of Skaiskan just recently and it was simply not in her nature to bless the people of a single community with more than one artistry in such a short amount of time... not to mention the chances of being caught increased tenfold if she'd do a deed more than once at the same location.

So, in the end the robe and mask wearing light-blonde was simply enjoying the scenery. Some may call it hiding; for the traveling Artist known as 'Liza', who drew pretty much anything including scenery such as this, it was simply to stimulate her muse - or so she could explain to anyone who'd find her in a weird place like this.

Even with her garment however, Liza wasn't particularly keen on getting wet without reason and thus the young woman was simply taking cover under the remains of a stone-roof.

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Her travelling partner had run ahead again, something she was long since used to. Natala picked up the pace, eventually catching up to where Odile was sprawled out on the ground. She walked past without a word or backwards glance, well used to this sight.

Natala quickened her pace, eager to get under some sort of shelter. The less time spent out there, the better. There would be no pity for someone who apparently enjoyed being wet and miserable while she sat warm, happy and dry in front of a fire.

The ruins soon came into sight and shortly after that she ducked into cover, coming face to face with a masked figure draped in red and black. There was a moment of surprised hesitation before she grabbed the hilt of her sword and partially drew it, baring a third of it's blade.

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Odile rested rather nicely. It was comfortable to be himself, rather than wear the rags and try to adapt with all of those people. They boy laughed and smiled to himself. When Natala, reached him and walked past without saying so much as a word, Odile sat up. He stared for a brief moment and, like an animal who had just seen their master.

Rather quickly, Odile rose from the grass and began to follow Natala. He didn't want to become lost, after all. He followed her from a distance, like he usually had. He never liked walking so close to her. It was never something that he did. The two rarely spoke, despite them travelling together so often.

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Liza was more-or-less minding her own business until an Angel descended. The artists cheeks flushed upon the sight of her. Just… how? Usually, Liza's urges were sated for a good while after she had done a good deed. Usually, it took her at least a week. But this? It hadn't even been two days. Just looking at the small frame of a girl made Liza's mind explode. She couldn't quite say what it was that made the ex-slave so attracting… but the feeling was anything she had ever felt before. This… this had to be it. Liza knew it. This unknown being had the potential to outperform anything and anyone. Liza would make her great. The greatest. Yes, Liza was sure the second she had laid eyes upon this wonderful canvas, that was the one that would make her father proud.

A few long seconds passed without the masked stranger saying any word, more-or-less busy calming her aroused self down, before the artist put up her defenseless hands and began to speak. "No need for weapons. I mean no harm." Yes, Liza's appearance was unusual - not to mention her distorted indistinguishable voice. While it was meant for protection the girl was also aware that nobody deserved the ugly sight of her. After all, Liza had been a bad girl.

As for the monstrosity that was following the Angel; Liza hasn't seen him yet.

After another few seconds Natala exhaled her held breath. It was possible the... whoever was telling the truth. Aside from the mask and the weird voice they hadn't actually done anything threatening. That didn't mean that they weren't potentially dangerous, but they weren't actually being a threat.

She let the blade drop back into the sheath and looked back out into the rain. Natala didn't trust them but was done with being wet.

"I'm already soaked so I'll go find something to make a fire with."

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Odile, watching the two of them converse, was rather jealous. He couldn't speak as eloquently as them. What little murmurs came out of his mouth were garbled by the unnatural action of his voice. He was filled with frustration. He wanted to be with them, but every step he took towards them was harder and harder.

But as he slowly approached, he smelled something. Foul. That was the word to describe it. However, this was a smell that he and Natala shared. It was the smell of blood and Talze Utera. The smell was worse than both of them. Overpowering, even. Even Odile's simple mind could grasp one thing - whoever this robed figure was, they could not be trusted.

Odile walked towards the two of them. Even though he knew about the danger, Natala didn't. Closer and closer he walked until he reached them. He was in plain view by the time he stopped.


[System]
Hero Name: Steel Princess

Appearance:

Age: 15

Height: 1.56m

Weight: 170kg

Class: 1-A

Quirk: Soul-Driving Automaton - Lizzy is essentially a power core driving a mechanical body. A mechanical body that also formed because of their quirk, but they are essentially a power core. A power core that runs off food, souls, and emotion (And thusly has the power of Anime behind it.), but a power core non the less. The mechanical body is really nice too, and fully upgradable! Thankfully only Lizzy really knows this fact, and most people think she just has a quirk that turned her into a robot.

Analog Mechanical Body - Since Lizzy's body is fully mechanical, she doesn't need to breath, is immune to poisons and disease, aging to an extent, and is highly tolerant/resistant of temperature changes. Plus having a fully metal body really makes you quite durable. And since she is only made out of moving parts, IE no circuits, water doesn't bother her nor does electricity. She still needs to eat and sleep though, although not nearly as much as if she was human. Repairing her mechanical body is a bit different, as while she can heal at a slower rate than a human, its usually much faster to just undergo repairs an actual machine would go under. She can also freely detach parts form her body as she needs to, although its inadvisable to detach your head since that's where your eyes and ears are. Her mechanical body makes notable mechanical sounds as she moves, due to the shifting gears inside her. While she can upgrade herself, this is... difficult. While not impossible, all upgrades must be able to be driven by gears or her power core instead of circuitry.

Mechanical Strength - Lizzy is stronger than your average human, with her strength increasing based on her power core's energy level.

Soul Heart - Lizzy's Power Core gains more power as enemies or allies are defeated, increasing her power substantially. <Name> can feel the emotion and intent behind people she is near, and gains power from encouragement from her allies or from her own anger, but not to the extent she'd get if someone went unconscious. This is a double edged sword though, as being discouraged or made sad will weaken her power. Using more powerful abilities will also drain the power in her Core. If core energy gets too low, Lizzy can sleep to recharge it the slow way. Note that since this is technically what Lizzy is, she can talk through her core if it ever finds itself outside her mechanical body.

Beam Cannon - What robot wouldn't be complete without a cannon in their arm? Hidden inside her arm, which she needs to open up in order to use, is a massive beam cannon, one for each arm. With these, she can blast opponents with beams of energy. Of course while she has her cannons out, she can't use her hands on that arm and anything she was carrying in that hand will be dropped.

Super Beam Cannon - A more powerful version of her beam cannon, Lizzy uses stored up energy in her core to fire a massively powerful beam at an opponent. This lowers her overall core energy, and damage output, but is exceedingly powerful.

Strengths:

Very durable and strong.
Robot body, plus energy beams!
Good with machines, especially analog ones.
Knows how to work metal.

Weaknesses:

If her power core is taken out, the mechanical body shuts down and she, being the core, can be used to power other things that can run off her special energy.
Exceptionally heavy. Having a body made out of solid metal does that. This also slows her down. While her reaction time is fine, her overall travel speed is slower than most. (shes not a fast runner.)
Heals very slowly if she can't find replacement parts.
She loses a lot of power if she is sad or discouraged.
Magnets.

Personality: Lizzy is the life of the party. She likes bringing joy to others and is very outgoing because of it. She keeps good care of herself, and likes to polish and clean herself when she can, but she isn't vain to the point of being ineffective. She doesn't like inflicting pain on those who don't deserve it, due to her empathic powers, but she does get satisfaction putting down villains. Shes fairly intelligent, you gotta be to know your way around metal and machines (due to needing to know all that to keep herself from literally breaking down, but shhh.) She often doesn't think too far into the future however, which can get her into trouble.

History/Bio: Not much to say, besides the whole Lizzy is a robot part. While it took her some time to get used to being what she is, she had one of the more 'pretty' mutant type quirks, and was either left alone or was looked at with astonishment. For the most part though, since she was treated well, she treated others well and became very outgoing as a result. She is somewhat boy crazy, and will flirt quite often because of this. And this outgoing joy bringing nature lead to her sense of justice. After all, villains make people bad, which makes her soul feel bad, so why not fight against those bad guys and cleanse them with righteous justice?

[User]
Kaze's nearly closed eye cut towards the fire breathing boy. He looked a bit put out that no one had really commented on his fire breathing. "Kids today are less impressed by things due to technology, don't let it get to you." He rumbled out as the teacher entered the room. How did he know the dinosaur man was the teacher? The way he dressed, the way he held himself, and the fact that all the desks except the teachers was taken. Another yawn and then his jaw shut with a meaty snap before his eyes closed.

But just because his eyes were closed didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. His ears were cocked forward, focusing on the front of the room as the draconic teen relaxed. When the teacher ended his speech, much of which was strange philosophical stuff, Kaze uttered one word. "Rawr...." And then he was quiet as the others stood and said their peace.

Sighing, why did schools always do this, he sat up. He didn't need to stand, he was big enough as is and he was lazy. "Kaze Rin, I'm doin this cuz I feel like it. Being a Hero wouldn't be bad, we'll see if I get there." He growled out monotonously before relaxing on the desks he hoarded once more. As unenthusiastic as one could get short of being a corpse.

[Assistant]
Benny gulped quietly to himself, swallowing the nerves that began to twist his stomach uncomfortably; That was just about everyone else to declare their intentions. Or so he thought, he wasn't exactly keeping track. The last to speak was Scaley McDragonface, or as he might prefer 'Kaze'. It was a short silence after Kaze spoke, mentally checking if everyone except him had spoken; the ones still standing unknowingly helped him whittle down the list. Benny was the only one left.

With a confidence building breath Benny pushed himself to his feet, standing as proudly as he could before the rest of his class mates. He then reached up to his half mask and pulled it free of his face. Displaying his absurdly wide mouth with jagged lips and large fang like teeth, a soft smoke faintly billowing out between his fangs from his stomach acid.

"Benikuro Ayame. But you can call me Benny." He began in his guttural and gravely tone, a faux confidence attached.

"I want to rise above what people perceive me and my quirk as being villainous and horrifying. I want to be a beacon of hope for those who think they should remain unseen. That they don't need to hide themselves away in their homes and parents don't need to toss aside their children if they were born different. Because despite their appearance they too can become something greater, a force for good."

Utterly horrified at his weird declaration Benny casually placed his half mask back over his mouth and returned to his seat. Not trying to display how nervous he was for the barrage of questions coming his way later in the day about his appearance, questions he was all too familiar with.

[User]
Rokkaku stood up next, sensing that the allocated time for such fanciful introductions was coming to an end. A couple seats in the room remained empty, and not everyone had opted to stand up in the end either, but homeroom time was limited. With a cough, the raven-haired youth stood up, his back straight and his eyes grinding into Mr. Suika's own. The student with the big mouth had set a high standard for introductions, all things considered. Concise and idealistic, with the dragon-boy's lazy answer serving as a foil. But where Benikuro had his ideals and Kisame had her enthusiasm, Rokkaku had something far more concrete.

He took a breath and said, in a voice gravelly and hard, "I will place first in the Sports Festival."

With that, he sat down once more, hands set flat against the desk. The first of many goals. Maybe he should have gone for something softer though.

Kyou swept his gaze over the students, waiting for anyone else to step up. It was certainly a straightforward class, if nothing else, the majority of them appearing to be relatively normal kids with a healthy appetite for do-gooding. Kaze in the back row appeared lazy, but that was expected of children whose quirks allowed them to stay on top during junior high. Kisame appeared to, at a glance, have some anxiety and self-esteem issues, but it wasn't crippling, if nothing else. The rest were what one'd expect. Akeno seemed prime class-rep material, Lizzy had the childish optimism that grew more endearing when one was old and tired of cynicism, and Yuno...well, Yuno knew to sit afterwards.

"Well, then, with all that out of the way, if everyone can rise?" the scaled teacher said, a glint of merriment directed towards Akeno before he waved at the others to get up. "We'll be moving towards the training fields for a quick physical exam to start off your day."

Honestly, if he had it his way, the class would have just met on the fields to begin with, rather than doing this whole awkward 'in-and-out' maneveur, but, alas, administrative shenanigans. There was almost a shrug as Kyou slapped his hat back on his head, before he strode out, his tail curled into itself to save space.

A couple minutes later, Class 1A was outside. UA as a whole had facilities larger than what such a small student population would require, and the vastness of the fitness field was a bit humbling. Gravel served as the base for the area they were currently in, and it was the size of a football field, open space all around. Spring sunlight shone warmly but not oppressively, and the sky itself was a blue that appeared to have no end, stretching endlessly in all directions. Shoes crunched against the terrain before the class reached their destination: a polished square plate, five centimeters thick and one meter long, with a metal frame and chains suspending it in the air. In the open field, it certainly looked out of place, but, well, it also didn't matter. They weren't going to be doing sports here, that was clear, and the electronics attached to the frame made clear the function.

Standing beside it, Kyou tapped the plate with his knuckles lightly, causing it to beep and punch out a number. "Well then, class, to begin with, I'd like you all to take turns hitting this plate with all your quirk has. This plate's sturdy enough to more or less withstand whatever you throw at it, and can calculate voltage and temperature as well, in cause some of you are elemental Emitter-types too. I will record your maximum output, and from there, will be collaborating with other teachers to form a curriculum that will maximize the growth of each one of you here, individually. Due to that, please hold nothing back so that you may receive the best education possible."

There was a slight pause, a tilt of the head.

"I'd personally recommend you unleash an attack that doesn't leave you exhausted afterwards though. A hero that can't protect themselves is just a liability, after all. Do your best, within reasonable limits. Treat it as your high school debut. And if you're worried about injuring your knuckles, I've got gloves too."

[Assistant]
Apparently Lizzy's other classmates were a bit... apathetic? Well, the dragon boy in the back sure looked it. But a few of the other students had fire in them like Lizzy did. Although that one trying to get first in the sports tournament...

Lizzy didn't have much time to think about it though as he was the last student to stand up and make his declaration, and when he was done the teacher started to usher everyone outside for an aptitude test. Lizzy listened as the teacher explained the first test, a plate punching bag sort of thing to determine strength. As the teacher explained how it could measure both emitter type things and physical strength Lizzy had to debate with herself a bit to decide what would be better. She concluded that since she used her lasers more than punching things, thats what she'd do. Seeing an opportunity to go first, Lizzy jumped up and down, waving her hand at the teacher. "Oh, oh, I'll go first, I'll go first!" Since she was outside, her weight only rumbled the area a little bit as she jumped.

"Hard as I can right? Ok!" Lizzy said as she approached the plate, getting clarifiaction from the teacher. Standing back a bit, she opened up her arm to reveal her laser cannon. With a short charge up, as she gathered energy, Lizzy fired a large pink beam at the plate as she used her more powerful Super Beam Cannon. It was far more destructive than her normal beams, but drained her core energy to use. The beam hit true, the destructive power of her beam causing an explosion as it hit the plate due to its high energy levels. As she finished her beam, Lizzy's body drooped for a few seconds before she booted back up and made her way back to the group.

"Hehe, beat that!" Lizzy said triumphantly. Sadly no one cheered her on, so her beam wasn't as strong as it could've been, but no one knew that bit about how she worked so it made sense.


[System]
Callsign: Bastion
Age: 67
Species: Uplift- Wolf/"Retired" Pilot
Appearance: Rex is very physically imposing, even by the standards of other lupine uplifts and Pilots. He has the appearance of a man half his age, nearly unchanged since he volunteered for the Pilot Program at its very inception. Nearly seven feet tall, and three hundred pounds of muscle, implants, and fur. His eyes are bright red and glowing, a stark contrast to the black-and-grey fur that covers his body. His left arm up to the shoulder is entirely sleek black metal, due to an incident involving his Dragon.
Personality: On the surface, Rex is a very serious man. He takes the duty of leading his pack with the utmost responsibility. He's a born leader, seemingly unfazed by anything the war might throw at him. Underneath that facade, however, is a simmering cauldron of conflicting emotions, just waiting to jet forth. Anger at the Shard and the war in general. Fear and apprehension of being so near to his Dragon again. Guilt toward that same Dragon, for blaming it for circumstances beyond its control. Guilt again, for the ones who died while he was safe in the core. And... however small, there is anticipation, even excitement, to finally back in the thick of things once again.
Biography: Rex was once an average fighter pilot, somehow lucky enough to survive engagement after engagement against the Shard, even as he and his fellows were pushed back from the Red Line, time and again. His frustrations with Origin's repeated failures to conquer this new invader is what led him to the first whispers of a project called "Batch One-" a radical new weapon against the Shard. Rex, desperate for a victory against the enemy, volunteered almost immediately. Through the pain and suffering, mental and physical, Rex endured, earning his place in the legendary First Squadron; the first Pilots, the first Dragons, able to be fielded in active combat.

His luck did not hold as well, after that success. Even as armed as they were, even with his beloved Sakura Blossom, the fight was far from easy. Death was commonplace, daily even. Even as they finally began to push back, finally started to win, the meat grinder feeling of the front lines did not dissipate. Over a decade, these feelings ate away at Rex, even through his facade of professionalism. Until the unthinkable happened: at the Battle of Sundowner, one of the last, worst failures of the Red Line, the First Squadron's leader, Haruka Koda, was killed in battle along with her Dragon. And something in Rex Serrano snapped- he saw red, and went out for blood. He pushed himself farther than he ever had before. Farther than was considered safe. And even when he and his Dragon were literally dragged back bodily from the carnage, it was too late; he was paying the price for his anger and hubris. His integration rate had reached critical, and was approaching terminal. Try as they might, his support crew could not stop his Dragon from consuming him- he had mere seconds before he was a part of his machine forever.

In a moment of desperation, Rex decided that he'd rather live, and pulled a knife from one of his crew members' belts. And swung.

Rex has never been quite the same since that day, seeming a shell of his former glory. The loss of his beloved commander, and the trauma of his Dragon- intentionally or not- turning on him, let him broken in comparison to how he was before. He allowed himself to be coaxed into a desk job, doing his best to fight from behind the scenes, with strategy rather than his claws and teeth. And for a while, this was enough. But as the years went on, and the war showed no signs of ending, complacency gave way to anger once again. He yearned to do more, feeling guilt for surviving when so many others would never be returning home. Even though he still feared what had happened, he felt worse through his inaction.

With his recent promotion to Admiral, he intends to rectify his previous passiveness. Even if he's still unsure of ever stepping foot in a cockpit again, he feels better about being on the front lines again, with Operation Checkmate, where his actions might actually mean something again.
Favors:
* A good fight
* His Dragon
* His crew
* His ship
* Victory

Disfavors:
* Shard
* His Dragon (it's complicated)
* Losing control
* Death
* Being afraid

Affinities: Rex's strength, both of body and will, is top-notch. His courage is unflinching in most situations, making him ideal for leadership in high-stress scenarios.
Faults: Rex's temper is legendary, and while he usually has a handle on it, once it's unleashed, there's little to no chance of stopping it until it's burnt out. Furthermore, once he's set on something, Rex is extremely stubborn toward changing. He's single-minded and determined, and his strong emotions can make it difficult to shake off a potentially destructive course.
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Name: Sakura Blossom
Appearance: Strangely humanoid, for a Dragon, being taller and more graceful-looking than most of its kind. It is constantly floating, the bladed tips of its feet never touching the ground, even at rest. It has four long, slender arms, ending in three-clawed hands. Its head is the most inhuman part, even then resembling a draconic helmet rather than an actual organism. Its colors are deep, blood-red, except for its six wings, which fade to pale, cherry-blossom pink at the tips, which appear to be flaky and brittle, despite their solidity.
Personality: Nurturing and caring, especially of other Dragons. Has an extremely strong protective instinct in battle. A long period of isolation from its Pilot has left it far more quiet and reserved than before, however.
Classification: Joker
Capabilities: Sakura Blossom is, at its most basic, a healer. Dragon metalflesh regenerates extremely fast in its presence, healing "injuries" in mere hours that would otherwise take days or even weeks to heal. This is only the most basic application of its abilities, however, as its regeneration applies to its wings, as well, giving it an almost unlimited supply of metalflesh shrapnel and flechettes to use as weaponry. With concentration, Sakura Blossom can manipulate Shard units' flesh, as well, twisting and crushing them with their own bodies, though this is very taxing to both Dragon and Pilot.

[User]
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Before all the debriefing, Copper nodded a simple nod towards Sunni with a simple smile on his face. Yeah, it wasn't the terrifying monster of a creation that Papa Bear truly was, but it was the closest thing he could find that could give him a good hot drink.

Damn, the crew was really past the Red Line, huh. Copper wasn't surprised by that, since he figured the group had to be somewhat past it by now since they wasted so much time checking up on their Dragons and such (honestly, he didn't know why. Most dragons should've been in tip top shape from the get go, since the crews knew about this mission for like a good month or so... at least he did). All the Uplift could do was sit back and listen to the debriefing.

He quietly sipped his coffee as he listened to each step, getting every detail in about it and memorizing it. From the Graveyard with vessel wreckage acting as cover, to hitting the Shard in their blind spot and setting up a Phase Gate in order to heavily contribute to a war effort, making the Shard split their offenses towards two sides and eventually choking out every little resource they had until they were gone. It was a pretty straightforward plan, verbally speaking. The matter of how much had to go right, though, was far more threatening.

Still, Copper didn't focus on what could go wrong. He knew things were able to go right, so long as everyone played their part. That, plus the idea of a suicide mission interested him. He'd certainly be remembered and honored if he died here, which would be nice.

As the briefing concluded, several people were already bugging the Admiral with questions. Hell, even Maye bluntly said that this was reckless and dumb, and he couldn't agree more. He also couldn't agree more with how she felt. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. Of course, some others had their own say in the situation, with Meryl being downright appalled by the suggestion of the idea. She had her own ground to stand on, sure, but Copper wasn't super fond of what she had to say, specifically with what she said at the very end.

"With respect, Meryl, not doing this also could mean we actually lose the war." Copper put his mug down for a moment. "The chances are risky, and the payout isn't guaranteed, but this isn't the worst idea the higher-ups could've had. We've gotta take this chance, it's just way too beneficial for the war effort to pass up, not to mention we've been fighting for too long to let an opportunity like this just be thrown to the wayside."

Copper looked towards Maye and the Admiral. "You two have me and Papa Bear, for sure. We'll keep your asses safe until we can get that warp gate set up."

[Assistant]
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Everyone is speaking their piece. Unfortunately, it is coming as a form of debate. She listens intently to everyone's words, to each thought of confidence and fear. Their stress is valid, after all. A risk not simply of their lives as pilots, but to the possibility of backfire with horrendous potential. She nods, however, when Copper offers his more positive perspective.

"And you've got Wednesday and me, too." Sunni speaks up, her eyes having watched everyone as they spoke and allowed their passions to start getting the better of themselves. "I know the whole crew is in this operation one-hundred percent. Don't forget, y'all, we have been trainin' for missions like this. The Admiral wouldn't send us in to die. He believes we can do it, so I do too."

Sunni nervously takes a sip from her cup. Not one for doing speeches or trying to be in the spotlight, she slowly takes a seat. There were hopes her words could put the questions and worries at bay for a time. The mission would launch in hour, after all. As much as Sunni would love to ensure that everyone gets all the answers they want, they don't have the time for it. There's even a chance that their leader wouldn't give the right answers to their concerns. For now they should fight, then they could debrief as their possibilities lay before them in a more clear fashion.

"Just tell me what to do, Admiral, sir. Would you like me to be a part of Phase One with the scoutin' and raids, or hang back until Phase Two?"

[User]
Crevix looked at the youth who liked the reckless route. He looked at her with pass, thinking her comments foolish. "You do remember how old I am correct? I have more experience with the Hive than you, and have skills more challenging than playing a simulation for entertainment. If my concerns are not wanted, then I will give you my all my leave." He walked past all of them and waited by the door, listening to the situation to be convened.
 He took a careful look at King. Synthetic? What plan does higher side have for that one? I'm sure they don't plan on her surviving, and if they do, then she would still have a very short existence. Curious. He listened further, hearing the arguments they have presented. Sunni seemed the least responsive to the obviously suicidal mission. Such innocence. I wonder how long it will take for her to eventually break? He immediately turned on a timer in his mind.
 "This will be interesting."

[Assistant]
"Holy sh*t," Carvis muttered to himself under his breath- once the Admiral was silent, of course.

 His head was swimming a bit, so he only caught the other conversation in half-phrases and vague concepts. But this mission, holy sh*t. Posting up in a ship graveyard. Hijacking a whole planet. Ripping down a hive. And to top it all off, rebuilding a Phase gate- having the entire backed-up fleet come in?
 How did he get mixed up in all of this. The technical details and long hours that must have gone into this plan made him feel like he was way over his head. Carvis was honored. He had joined the military- become a Pilot- to defend the Origin system, but to actually have a hand in such a maneuver- one that could turn the tide of the war? For once, Carvis was actually speechless.


[System]
Age: 16

Sex: Female

Race: Elf

Appearance: She is 5'1.

Occupation: Miner/Blacksmith/Owner of a Forge/Shop.

Skills: Sarah is an expert both in mining and in blacksmithing, there isn't much she can't forge as long as she has the materials.

Powers:

Insight: By simply glancing at an object Sarah can find out almost everything there is to know about it. Estimated value, materials used, hints towards what magical properties it possesses, past owners, etc.

Inventory: A reinforced steel pickaxe, a blacksmiths hammer, and tongs.

History: Sarah doesn't remember much o her past prior to being found abandoned in the village by the local miner. Though, she's always wondered about her past, she never let it affect her much.

Once she was old enough helped her adoptive father out in the mines and his shop, and she enjoyed doing so. As soon as she was old enough she opened up her own shop and took up the art of blacksmithing, getting supplies from both her fathers shop and mining herself.

Point of Interest: Her forge/shop, The Steel Axe. She also lives in the floor above the lobby and main shop area. She sells everything from trinkets to hulking suits of armor.

[User] Cia took a deep breath after returning to her cloths again. She turned to see the doctor the town near by. She walked by him with her cart behind her. "You liked that didn't you?" Cia said to him with an innocent smile on her face. She wasn't really embarrassed by getting naked or anything. Honestly it was the whole people seeing her transform into a bear that would have embarrassed her more if it weren't for her secret being even worse. "If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it." Cia added to him, now standing right infront of him. Truth was she had always felt a slight interest in the man. She never quite knew why, maybe it was due to him being half vampire, while she was a werebear. She never did quite understand it.

[Assistant]
Kresnik glanced at Cia as she appeared, his violet eyes now guarded with suspicion. Her innocent smile gnawed at him, the feeling dwelling within his chest vexing him. However, the dhampir shoved it all aside, keeping his expression stoic and stern. Despite his aloof demeanor, he did appreciate the sight of her and even enjoyed her presence, dressed or not. Nevertheless, he did not appreciate such thoughts or feelings, and discarded them without a second thought. Korvania taught him that such emotions were a weakness for a warrior; Tanjozo taught him detachment in the pursuit of healing. It didn't take Cia long to intercept his path to fully garner his attention, though.

"If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it."

It took Kresnik a moment to see her generous offer. Though the village was rife with business, the Sunrise Clinic rarely received much attention aside from a few medicines here and there, and very rarely medical attention that didn't involve a scrape or shallow cut. His funds were low and his food mainly came in donations from those unable to afford his medicines and practice. Even his stores of medicine were slipping below a comfortable number. He often toyed with the idea of becoming a part-time Sentinel in order to continue making medications and even keep his food stores high. The dhampir discarded the idea as often as it came, reminding himself constantly that he wanted peace and that he did not want to engage in any more combat or needless wandering.

"I appreciate your offer," Kresnik began, his rich baritone losing some of its usual frigidity. "If I ever get any in-patients, I'm sure I could make a soup from my homeland that could improve their health." The doctor looked around, then sighed. "Would you like some help with your wares? It appears I will not be needed today."

[User] Nila laughed at the thought of teaching Elvish, remembering when she was growing up how annoying it was to properly speak the tongue. "I'd love to, it's the least I can do", Nila replied. When it came to the question asking, the elf had some difficulty organizing her thoughts. Questions like: What's the local game? Where is the Sentinel HQ? Did she know the area around the village? And things of such nature. Instead she decided to keep things simple and say, "Nothing comes to mind at the moment though I'd love to get a proper tour, I've had the pleasure of exploring Tanjozo earlier today but I'm afraid I hadn't learned much". Nila began to think back at the mess she was earlier today but such memories were halted by the realization once again that Sarah was not a clan elf. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you end up being a city elf? Forgive me if I intrude, I've never encountered people outside the clanfolk", Nila immediately regret that asking as she felt that perhaps Sarah was in the same situation as her. If that's the case, she probably brought up a few painful memories.

[Assistant]
The waiter dropped off two plates of baked potatoes steaming with blobs of butter that was melting into yellow goo making the brown peel slick and shiny. "That'll be nine guilders." he said before leaving to attend to others.

Back at the ranch the embarrassed and stunned kid was well obviously embarrassed and stunned. A scare utterance of, "Y-you too." was all that escaped from his lips. He then rode away to the cattle pen to make sure the gate was locked before hurrying inside home to marinate in his shame.

Pisco was rather unaffected by what happened. Sure it was something not expected but other than that it was briefly disruptive. He merely waited until the crowd began to circle around again. Time passed and he was getting annoyed his various alcohols weren't selling as fast as he wanted. He had no intention of having to haul back his product home. Sacrificing better profits to laziness he reduced his prices by half and began yelling, "AYYY I GOT A SPECIAL END OF DAY SALE HERE! HALF OFF PRICES, YOU PICK IT'S HALF OFF!" He then sat down and waited for the people to come in.

[User]
@Jerkchicken

Cia gave a sweet smile to Kresnick when he offered to help her. In truth she didn't really need any help with moving around her cart. She had unnatural strength thanks to her being a werebear. "I don't need any help with the heavy lifting, but if your willing I could use some help selling." Cia said, she still had a good amount of veggies left having only sold half her stock.

At this point Cia heard about a sale on alcohol. That was something she couldn't pass up. "If you do this for me I'll give you a box of veggies along with a bottle of brandy I'm about to buy." Cia said wanting to get to the sale before everyone else bought whatever was left.

Cia ran off after that leaving Kresnick next to her cart as she went to go and buy herself some of the half off alcohol. "I'll take two bottles of brandy and a bottle of vodka!" Cia said taking out some money to pay for the drinks.

[Assistant]
After sending the girl off satisfied with her sheep doll, and securing the few coins it cost, Belle spotted a boy a little older than the first kid looking at her. To this boy, she repeated her oft-used tagline, who approached warily before looking over her wares. Predictably, woven items failed to snare his imagination. He shifted from one foot to the other, not wanting to speak up either to request something or to admit his disinterest. Belle thought a moment before shifting her foot beneath one of the wicker baskets. In a swift motion, she flipped the basket onto its side, then picked it up with a pale hand and held it up. "Look." She placed it on her head, covering hood, hair, and face alike. From within her muffled voice explained, "It's a helmet. You wanna join the Sentinels, you gotta practice wearin' armor." Apparently uncaring whether or not anyone thought she looked silly, Belle removed the wicker helmet and held it out. Though she did not smile, she nevertheless felt gratification when the kid thumbed through some coins in his pocket and produced the money for it. Only a few moments later, he could be seen running through the craft show with the basket on his head, bumping into things occasionally but forgivable in his joy. Belle slipped the coins into her woven satchel, unconcerned that he hadn't paid the full price. The woven items were all very cheap.

The fierce afternoon sunbeams and the sudden lack of wind made Belle very comfortable, and as the seconds stretched into minutes it felt to the farm hand like hours. A few more purchases went through, but nothing notable happened until a cry went up from another stall. Her eyes barely open, Belle breathed deeply and pulled herself up from the stool. At an utterly leisurely pace she made her way to Pisco's stand, for his lay just across from hers, meaning that she needn't worry about anything being stolen. Belle found herself standing in line behind the bear girl from earlier. The two young women couldn't be more different: where Belle was tall, thin, pale, and introverted, Cia was more normal, more attractive, and more outgoing. These weren't why Belle resented her, however. She disliked the extravagance with which Cia acted, using incredible power without deliberation or responsibility—like it was nothing. Belle waited for Cia to get her extravagant amount of alcohol and then stepped up to Pisco. "Wine. One skin." It would last her weeks; she never took more than a single sip for the taste. "Please," she added, as an afterthought.

[User]
Kresnik stared incredulously at Cia, unsure as to how to decline her request for him to help sell her crop. Never before did the dhampir enter the world of merchants, nor did he have the patience to act the fool and shout unnecessarily about sales and deals. He felt flustered, his alabaster face growing pink with embarrassment at the very thought. Before he could say anything, Cia ran off to the man selling his fine liquors, with her promising him some brandy.

He enjoyed brandy.

With a sigh of resignation, he closed the distance between himself and the cart and grabbed a head of lettuce and a beet. Swallowing his pride, he began to juggle the lettuce and beet, using his reflexes to his advantage, his warrior discipline to keep a rhythm, and his years of training for precise dexterity to never falter. After getting a rhythm down, he continued to toss the lettuce and beet in high arcs as he grabbed another beet and to add to the juggle. "Come one, come all!" He shouted, his face still stern and his eyes alight with an inner flame of determination. "I have beets and lettuce for sale!" Kresnik felt like an utter fool, but he was willing to put up with the idiocy in order to get some brandy and some extra food for his private stores. "For a modest sum, I'll throw in a recipe for Korvani Beet Stew!"

[Assistant] It looked like his desperate sales attempt paid off as there managed to be a handful of people that came to buy his products. Business was good and he was getting ready leave once he dealt with all the stragglers coming in. Some woman came asking for brandy and vodka. "I only got wines, beer, and maybe some mead shoved back. Now if you want that other stuff I believe there's a bar nearby. I'll let you decide but feel free to poke in the back for something that catches your eye." He then beckoned to another woman who came up and with a whisper soft tone asked for a skin of wine. He knew her type and wordlessly went to fetch a bottle of table wine. No pitch for a certain project or asking about what type he merely fetched a bottle. "Fifteen guilders." was all he said.


[System]
Aurora: 14
Halander: 13
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Jub: 10
Tsak: 9

Passive Investigation

Aurora: 15
Jub: 12
Zavakri: 12
Gabriel: 12
Halander: 11
Tsak: 11
Brutrumukk: 10
Feras: 10

Passive Insight

Halander: 13
Aurora: 12
Jub: 12
Gabriel: 12
Feras: 12
Brutrumukk: 11
Zavakri: 11
Tsak: 9

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[User] [oops]

[Assistant]
Zavakri & Miizel
& The Dungeon Master

As Zavakri and Miizel make their way to the Hall of Illusions, they notice that the air around them seem brighter than before. The stars above them twinkle a little more so, and the people around them seem happier. When they reach the Hall of Illusions, they see that this large tent is painted with a mural of shifting images that show grinning faeries diving into pools of color. The helical stripes of the tent's pointed canopies rotate in spirals, and the whole display seems designed to befuddle onlookers.

Near the Hall of Illusions, there is a wooden mannequin of a grinning, raven-haired young woman in witch's attire and a green flowing cape hovers inside a glass cabinet. At the top of the cabinet, a sign reads "Tasha the Wizard—Known for Her Hideous Laughter."

Right now, a human witchlight hand stands near the entrance of the attraction with a ticket puncher ready.

Miizel approaches the witchlight hand and presents his ticket.

"I've been told that a certain bugbear was last seen here." Miizel casually mentions. "Was it inside the Hall or the general area around it?"

The Witchlight Hand tilts her head and she answers, clearly confused, "I'm...sorry? I'm a new Witchlight Hand, so I'm afraid I'm not sure what you're talking about. I'm just holding the fort here until Candlefoot comes back,"

She then asks, "Oh! Are you here for the Hall of Illusions? Well, step right up and I'll punch your tickets for the attraction!"

Zavakri frowns slightly. Then severely. And finally she tilts her head a bit.

"Do people truly enjoy...Illusions? I can't fathom it, honestly. Willingly allowing yourself to be deceived? That's so mind boggling, that'd be like leaving the kettle on to boil then starting a chore only to forget that you had the kettle on in the first place and having to run back across the house to get at it as it screams at you the whole time. I like my world to be the way it's supposed to be, thank you very much!"

She extends her ticket all the while, offering it to the attendant despite her diatribe.

"Candlefoot? New Witchlight Hand? This is all so very interesting- who's Candlefoot?"

The new Witchlight Hand tilts her head as she listens to Zavakri's biting words regarding illusions. She shrugs as she answers, "I mean...I guess it depends on the person? Plus, if you're told up front that you're about to see illusions, then is it really deception to begin with? In the kettle context, by informing fairgoers that they're going to see illusions, we'd be telling them to keep an eye on the kettle, right?"

She then shrugs at her own questions, her own mood cheerful despite Zavakri's words. The mood is too good for anyone to take offense.

The Witchlight Hand punches Miizel's and Zavakri's tickets as she answers, "Oh! Candlefoot is the mime. He was here earlier, but then he took off running when he got his voice back! No doubt to see Palasha,"

Miizel looks up at Zavakri with a puzzled expression, as if just now realizing that his companion is a little bit stuck up. He then turns back to the Witchlight Hand and says. "Bah, don't worry about it. Come on let's go."

As they enter he's going to say to Zavakri. "You don't have to think too much about the logic of a carnival attraction. Not everything needs to be philosophical."

As Miizel and Zavakri enter the Hall of Illusions, they see tall mirrors line the interior walls of the tent. The mirrors near the entrance reflect onlookers in their youth; the images grow steadily older, until the mirrors deep within the hall reflect onlookers in their twilight years.

Miizel begins to look distracted as he stares into the interior of the Hall of Illusions. His brows furrow in confusion, trying to make sense of the memories, or lack thereof. It seemed like the Hall held answers to questions he didn't know he had. Miizel begins to enter the Hall without waiting for Zavakri.

"It's not about the philosophy it's about-"

She watches, briefly surprised by Miizel's sudden departure. She raises a hand as if her solitary source of stability in this uncertain world were slipping away, then rushes herself along with him.

"I take it you're fond of illusions then." She chimes.

Miizel doesn't hear what Zavakri says and instead takes a step forward. Then another, and another, and before long he was winding down the Hall. Each step and turn had purpose in them, as if he knew this place like the back of his hand. It even surprised him.

As he passes by the mirrors, he could see a younger version of himself. Dozens upon dozens of reflections of a gnome child walking through these halls. He wasn't even looking at where he was going anymore, his focus was on the reflection of a childhood long gone.

Suddenly his feet came to an abrupt stop and looking forward he could see another mirror. Those around him still showed his younger self but the one in front was different. He couldn't quite make out what it is but that it tugged at something on the furthest reaches of his memory. His heart was pounding and a cold sweat began to form. Miizel took several deep breaths and slowly reached out to touch it.

As he slowly reaches out to touch it, the few seconds seem to pass agonizingly slow...

His heartbeat pounds louder and louder, his hand shakes more and more, until finally....!

...

...

His hand touches the mirror. It rests on the mirror surface. Nothing happened when Miizel touched the mirror.

Confusion overtakes the gnome's face as he puts his other hand against the mirror. He taps it a few times then begins looking around and behind it.

The mirror surface remains just as solid when he places the other hand on the mirror surface. Nothing happens when he taps the mirror. He doesn't see anything odd or out of the ordinary around or behind the mirror.

Miizel shakes his head and turns to look at Zavakri, an annoyed look on his face. "Sorry. I don't know what got into me. The moment we stepped into the Hall I felt something tugging at me. Pulling me forward and leading me…well…here." He turns to motion at the mirror he was just inspecting. "I've searched the mirror and the area around it but to no avail. Sorry for wasting your time."

Miizel shakes his head and turns to look at Zavakri, an annoyed look on his face. "Sorry. I don't know what got into me. The moment we stepped into the Hall I felt something tugging at me. Pulling me forward and leading me…well…here." He turns to motion at the mirror he was just inspecting. "I've searched the mirror and the area around it but to no avail. Sorry for wasting your time."

"Eh, what?" She blinks at him, severely distracted in her own right; this current mirror was annoyingly portraying her in all her teenaged glory... And it was not very flattering to her mind, what with her gangling limbs- and, drama!, how she needed to wash her hair more! She blinks several times before tearing her eyes away and looking to Miizel. She clears her throat, her mind digesting his words.

"Oh, nonsense there chum; this place has some kind of power over us all, I'm sure of it. Each of us given a free ticket is here for a reason, though mine is plain enough. I raced off to where I felt drawn to; you did as well. To reference our conversation with Feathreen and the perceptions of time...You didn't waste my time, we're all here trying to regain some time we lost long ago."

She smiles wanly and places a hand on her hip.

"Frankly, friend, I'm terrified to go much further down this hall of mirrors. I don't think I'm ready to see myself as a crone. I already suspect I'll be needing glasses 'fore long, I'd hate to have a visual to back up that probability. We can stay here and look around as long as you need though! I'm not going anywhere." she offered supportively.

"I appreciate that. I'm good now, I'm sure it'll come back to me as we travel the carnival." He gives her a smile and puts his hands on his hips. "Well, I suppose we should get going then."

As Miizel and Zavakri head out of the Hall of Illusions, they hear the joyful sounds of the crowd bustling about outside. The carnival outside of this Hall seems to have become a much more welcoming place compared to this Hall...

When they reach the outside, they see that a lot of the customers are heading for the Big Top! The next event is apparently taking place there.

Within the hall, something lurks in the shadows, watching them leave before it vanishes.


[System]
Appearance:

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Gender: Female

Nation: Gardo

Class: Lord

Weapon Mastery: Sword E

Level: 1

Background:
Living the life of royalty was always filled with pleasures and luxuries that so few could experience. The "silver spoon" that Reina had when growing up as the daughter of the Emperor of Grado meant that there was nary a moment where she experienced hardship. Still, it was either due to the monster's, tradition, or maybe just her father's whim but Reina was exposed to a rougher education in her teenage years. Riding, tactics, combat skills and many other subjects became the core the royal daughter's instruction. It was a drastic change from Reina's earlier life that for first years, she complained and held silent protests against her father's mandated practice (with her greatest record of not talking to her father lasting six months!). She hated the hardship that it brought on and couldn't understand why she had to. In fact, it wasn't until the very day Jehanna ambitiously came knocking that Reina understood and she hated the thought of where this situation was leading.

Plot-Susceptive: Yes

Personality
It may be difficult for some to some to find an amount of patience for Reina. There is an air of childishness about her. She is noted as stubborn for getting her way and sometimes insensitive to those around her. Often times, people mistake her for being selfish but truthfully, she tries her best to make conscious attempts at being selfless. It is just that her experiences growing up have distorted her view on reality slightly. In time, she'll understand the importance of service to others and the significance of her comrades (as she will be wholly disapproving of her father's unwillingness to leave the throne room with her, leaving his guards to distract Sion.).

Equipment and Items:
* Précieuse (Unique Rapier)
* Vulnerary

Ability Assessment:
Eyra prefers a fast and light approach in terms of combat. She's small, agile, and even acrobatic capable of performing complex and surprising feats of agility. Her advantage can also be a disadvantage and while her quick moves allow for higher chances of evasion, she can be prone to being knocked off balance or injury if she is not careful in a duel. Speed+, Defense-

Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Ever since becoming comfortable with the idea of being a combatant in her teenage years, Reina really admires the Paladin Queen of Renais. Although hardened by her training, Reina still wants a Royal Wedding.

R-button Summarization:
The princess of Gardo. Appreciates the finer things in life.

Isolde= ~

[User]
Isolde

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Kergin swiftly carried his rider down the stairs towards the prison, Isolde holding lightly to the reins as he lumbered down the stairs behind the others. It wasn't a long trek, but soon their progress was halted. Confronted by an obvious enemy, Kergin growled lowly in their direction as Aldo made the situation apparent. Double checking with the shiny new magic stone she had been given, it was easy to tell what was going on.

"Eep!" Before Isolde could really gain a handle on the situation, it seemed Kergin made the decision for her. "Welp, here we go!~" She laughed in a cheery manner. The large Wyvern roared loudly, flapping his powerful wings and leaping into the air, over Titiana and landing with a heavy thud in front of her. The Wyvern barreled towards the group of soldiers, having only a little trouble turning at a sharp angle at a high speed as Isolde directed Kergin towards the lancer in the back.

Kergin didn't even halt in front of the Lancer, instead choosing to ram the knight with his head, not particularly caring for any damage he might take in the process. As soon as Kergin rammed the knight, Isolde would raise her Halberd, bringing it down in a swift, vicious vertical arc.

[Assistant]
Titania

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Titania came down the stairs only to see the passage they were to escape through already had enemies in it. Rather than gasping in surprise, the sound Titania let out was more of a growl, only enhanced by the fact that she could see a Grado Knight under attack. Titania moved towards the knight just as the whoosh of wingbeats came overhead, it seemed Isolode had the same idea, that action was to be taken. Titania ran ahead, wasting no time in switching to her more powerful Mend staff, when lives were on the line there was no time to be stingy. She aimed to get behind the knight as quickly as possible and heal any wounds they had/were about to take. "Stay strong!" she shouted to the surrounded knight, pleased to see Isolode immediately move to help by flanking the opposing forces, hopefully the others of their small group would be so action-minded.


[System]
Sex
Male

Age
35

Race
Elf

History
Arin was born into the House of Astastel, a prestigious yet mysterious family whose influence can be felt in virtually every part of the civilized world. Although they are not officially recognized as a noble House, members of the Astastel House are accustomed to a life of luxury and being treated with the uttermost respect. There are many speculations on how the Astastel House came to gain such power, but no one knows the truth: not even their own members truly know the answer.

There are only three things people know with absolute certainty. First, unless you are born a von Astastel, you either marry into or are adopted by the House. Never the other way around. Never. Second, those who claim to be a von Astastel are a von Astastel. Finally, the House of Astastel has become increasingly interested in collecting magical items and investigating places associated with magic these past few generations.

Other
* In general, something about Arin rings false.
* Arin seems to have an aptitude for magic, but non-family members have only seen him use it for minor things such as creating light or detecting magic. He does, however, practice alchemy and abjuration magic.
* Arin is by no means a specialist in combat: he can protect himself well enough against the common thug, but that is about the extent of his combat skills. He is much better at dodging attacks and escaping from dangerous situations than being an active participant of one.
* Arin's strengths lie in academia and investigation.

[User]
Elra Silverfang
Day of the Selection
Location: Eastormel Castle, Ironkeep, Ovyadell

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Elra said, "Horses don't like me much. So, I'd be willing to fly with you if that would be okay." The wolf in her did not like the thought, but she did not like the thought of the horse wanting to throw her.

[Assistant]
Ernestus Greye

"I'm not one for flying, and i'll be honest, i've never ridden a horse before. I have mostly walked." Ernestus said feeling a bit awkward, "But i'll try riding nonetheless." he then said.

He pondered for the moment on whether he could outrun a horse if they'd happen to go down the road of a forest, if he allowed himself to fully transform, but such a thought should remain such. I doubt they would be happy finding out about me. he thought to himself.