[System]
Character Sheet:
Nickname/Alias:
Butcher

Gender:
Female

Age:
19

Appearance:

Hqir: Silver with red highlight infront
Left eye: Blue
Right eye: Silver
Pale very lightly tanned skin
Thin body type
167 lbs
6'0"

Personality:
Aleksi is a very... unstable girl, one minute she will be happy and laughing (All-bet a bit crazily) with others around her, but when she sees violence she can't help but reciprocate the the feeling to major degree. She loves to hum tunes through her face mask and is also an excellent cook.

She really doesn't have a bad record with others per say but she is a loose cannon ever since she left the imperial army. Her fighting style is to slash her enemies as quickly and as painfully as possible which is easy with her weapons that she had obtained from her time in the army. This fact has made her well know but she enjoys the attention saying that it's just "free publicity and advertisement". Aleksi likes to walk around in an easily releasable black and blue strait jacket as she feels safer in it and in a lot calmer when it's clasped since she had been in it for so long while she was in the army even though it doesn't do its job very well.

History/Bio:
Aleksi was born to a poor family who didn't have a lot going for them and to add onto their woes the Army began taking children to try and turn them into killers. Her family had no choice but to give her up and they dragged Aleksi away to be subjected to a training program that was designed to break her spirits and train her body but it only accomplished the later in the intended way while the former took an unintended turn.

Aleksi was basically a living weapon for the Imperial Army by the time she was 16 years old but part of her mind had also slipped away at that point in time. During the time Aleksi was in the Imperial Army they broke down her senses of fear and caused her to only fear not completing a mission and losing which both became the equivalent to death. She was one of the more dangerous soldiers in the Army since they dropped her into enemy territories from above and at that point the blood lust in her would be in full swing and her weapon would be right next to her just begging for her to start the butchering, after a few hours the deed would be done and Aleksi would fall asleep before being picked up.

Her life in the Imperial Army consisted of sitting in a hidden room with most things she wanted, away from other soldiers since she was dubbed "Dangerous" or "Unstable" but this left her wanting attention from those other than her superiors, so she would take walks into the city but would have to be accompanied by a guard or two. Aleksi was given a wide breadth whenever she was out and about, even when she tried to be nice to the civilians they looked at her with fear or in some cases ran from her. Was it because she looked scary? Was it because she was part of the army? At that time she didn't care as much because there was no real point, that and she didn't care about them.

After 2 years of this process being repeated... she got bored of it and broke out of the Army. The way she broke out was very bloody and Aleksi stole her weapon before running out into the wilderness. She was dubbed as a psycho in the capitol and can't show her face there without heavy disguise. She had lived in a run down shack and stayed there until she was found by Xerxes and was almost killed but had ended up convencing him that she would join the resistance, and she did.

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Weapons/Items:
x2 of these

Armor:
Armored Straitjacket
Steel Mouth Cover

Imperial Arms:
weapons abilities:

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Combat Specialty:
Close to Mid range with swords and tonfas

Other Talents:
Cooking, Singing, Hunting

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Other:
She is ambidextrous

On the inside of Aleksi's sleeves are strings that when pulled by her either restrain or release her her arms.

She eats through the mask and keeps it in pristine condition.

[User]
The world was a large place filled with dangers and destruction beyond anyone's imagination. Ancient creatures lurked in the dark shadows of caves and forests and prayed on the weak and helpless citizens of The Empire. The Young Emperor Maxim on his thrones does what he can to elevate the suffering of the people but his efforts are hindered by corrupted officials who either block or even modified the words of the Emperor himself. The Empire itself contending with these beasts has increased the need for an army which have only helped further corrupted and or sociopathic generals who feed on war. Though the Empire had many good men and women in it there is no escaping the fear in the hearts of those who do of those with the need to murder, maim, torture, exploit, and dominate them. The Empire needed a savior...or group of saviors...

Night Raid...They seek to help the masses...they seek to kill those in power...overthrow the Empire...install a new order that caters to the people, made for the people, and for the people. And it will be GOVERNED by the people. It's the assassinations that feed their growing rebellion. Many flock to their righteous banner in need and seek their help and call them heroes. The Empire calls them traitors and beasts who would kill any innocent man or woman to fit their own needs. And in reality they are a group of misfits who seek to simply change things. For their own reasons they will cause a revolution they will save the people...and they will be heroes. But can a government run by the people itself truly thrive? Can Night Raid truly say they are able to change everything and wipe away the hatred?

Salvation...Salvation is what the people need. They don't need a new government they need one that works. One that doesn't thrive on benevolent hog wash and or continue on people who seek to live in their own decadence. Formed twenty some years ago in secret by a group of intellectuals and experienced generals. Their goals are different their end games varied their but one thing was for certain. These men didn't want to kill the Empire...they wanted to reform it with a new hierarchy. Leadership was needed. Solid, unwavering, and temperant leadership devoid of corruption and selfish intentions. These men wanted a home for the citizens. One of these men were one of the most dangerous men in the entire Empire. Xerxes. Xerxes promised his comrades he'd get rid of the belligerents of chaos and pave a way for the others to fix the Empire. Be it with rebels or with the people inside of the government. He formed a group initially consisting of just him. Then came two more people then more and more until it grew into what it is today. The group took the name of their end goal...Salvation...

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Today is a bright shining day in the middle of the mountains where Salvation calls home. An ancient monastery rebuilt by Xerxes now serves as the home of operations for Salvation as they go about their lives. From all walks of lives and from various groups and organizations comes the members of Salvation. From the Empire to the Rebellion come many different and highly talented people. Some have Imperial Arms some are simply extremely deadly warriors and poets. The Temple itself consists of a large courtyard in front and a meditation garden with a small alter in the back. A three story high tower in the middle and four other smaller one story towers to the left and right corners of the square compound. It has underground highways and prisons made by Xerxes and more than enough room for a small army.

Heavily fortified and protected by heavy iron walls and gates the temple stands as a monument to the willpower of the Salvation group. Xerxes is planning a small time assassination plan on two individuals today but he needs to finalize the information before sending out his men so he has given them free time to spend as they will.

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In the back towards the meditation garden sits Natsuo Phoenix. He sits underneath a tree his silvery hair blowing in the wind as his emerald eyes gaze through the pages of a book. It is a book about a family who travels all around the world doing all sorts of things and in the current chapter they are going around a fair talking and having an overall amazing time with their friends. Natsuo wished he could have had that life but in the end he knew he never could and probably never would. And that was fine with him. How many people had he killed in his life so far? Tens, hundreds possibly? It didn't matter to him especially he liked a good challenge.

He flipped through the pages gently as he hummed a sweet little tune to himself; a smile graced his lips. He couldn't help but wonder...what were the others up to? There were quite the number of people here but there were others in Salvation...The Lone Spirit, Hardin, Shinto to name a few. They were probably off doing their duties or gathering allies or info. It didn't really matter to Natsuo but still he couldn't help but wonder.

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Other than Natsuo there were at least two others doing their usual routines. Nako Homura was in front of the pond dancing around practicing her absolutely gorgeous moves by herself. Her pink dressed flowing in the wind as she twirled and spun on her heels and did all various movements each as elaborate as the last. Some were simple but each were practiced and each had their own dedicated part in Nako's movements.

Kotaro meanwhile sat by himself in front of the main gate whiddling away at a wooden box with a knife. He had been making wooden dolls, and other mundane objects in his alone time. He found it boring but it gave him something to do and that was all that mattered to him. Not enjoying the company of others was one thing but he found talking to the crazed people Xerxes and others had recruited to their cause to be even harder to get along with. In a compound full of the crazed he found it more comforting to talk and sit alone by himself just him and his thoughts.

[Assistant]
When she was a bodyguard, there was a clear order. There was a master, a charge or a client to protect and she either stuck by their side and scared away everyone from potential harassers to possible assassins. Here, however, she was surrounded by equals - theoretically - and that thought made her feel strange.

Hiding her discomfort, however, Halia was in her room within the complex, examining herself in a mirror and making sure that her appearance was up to the standard she demanded of herself. Her clothes were clean and neatly ironed, her hair was not a mess and her knives were polished to a sheen - not that anyone would see that, but it would still have been improper for her to have her knives rusty. The things that blood did to a blade.

Checking the pocket watch that was her imperial arm, Halia figured that she had spent enough time in her room. Closing the watch and pocketing it, she headed out and prepared to head throughout the entire monastary, in the order of the laundry river, the kitchens and the general cleaning to see if there was anything she could pitch an extra hand to. Anything she could do to keep herself busy.

Patience may be a virtue, but idleness bred weakness.


[System]
Slick Drake

Basics
Epithet: "Oilburn" Slick

Race: Human

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Slick is 5'5 with green hair and green eyes, typically wears simple single color shirts along with a green jacket over it, black pants, fingerless gloves, and black boots when on deck. When fighting in enclosed quarters he wears a gas mask on top of all this so he doesn't inhale smog from his fires, otherwise he just keeps it clipped to the waist of his pants. Somewhat pale, has lots of burn scars on his hands.

Position: Cook and Weapon Repairsman.

Bounty: 5,000,000 Beris, wanted for Serial Arson

Jolly Roger: A charred skull dripping oil with green flames surrounding it in a circle.

Background
Ambition: To find the gun and sword of Gol D. Roger.

Likes:* Fire
* Weapons
* Cooking
* Gol D Roger
* Money

Dislikes:* Marines
* Wasting Food
* Bees

Quirks: Slick regularly obsesses over any new weapon he may come across, studying the weapon and taking notes immediately upon seeing it even if the user is in the middle talking. His unique laugh is "Kekekekekek!" Slick is also a bit of a kleptomaniac and will regularly steal stuff just to see if he can get away with it.he has actually built up a small hoard for himself. If he thinks something would be interesting to light on fire he will try to light that thing on fire with the matches he always carries with him. He also believes his fires are works of art.

Personality: Slick is a pretty jovial guy, rarely in a bad mood unless something actually bad is happening. Tends to laze about when there's nothing important to be done or he'll go through his stash of stolen items to make sure everything is in good condition. He is afraid of drowning as most Devil Fruit users are, but his more prominent fear is of bees. If he sees a beehive or a swarm of bees he will likely go for his flamethrower immediately. Slick is also a very curious person, whether it be how flammable something is or how a device works. He likes helping people out but he won't go out of his way to help others if it's gonna be a long arduous task, not unless everyone else decides to. And the most important thing of all, Slick loves fire. He loves fire so much, fire is one of his favorite things ever really, which is why he always carries matches with him.

History: Slick grew up on a small island in the South Blue, born to a pair of blacksmiths and repairmen. He was raised on learning how gun barrels were made and how to clean a cannon, basically everything a child should never know. One day when he was 6 a group of drunk pirates had come to his parents to have their guns and swords repaired after a hard battle with the Marines, when they left they forgot some of their treasure on the island, the most important one being a mysterious Devil Fruit they had planned on selling. Now Slick was a hungry 6 year old, not knowing how valuable it was he took a bite of it. It was absolutely disgusting, it tasted like gasoline (not that he knew what that was) but he had already taken a bite of it and he had been taught to never waste food so he swallowed it down like a champ.

This was a horrible idea, for this was the Oiru Oiru Fruit, a Logia type Devil Fruit that turned you into an Oil man. Slick began to melt into a puddle of oil immediately, which was quite terrifying for a 6 year old. As he panicked and flailed his arms about he splashed highly flammable oil everywhere and knocked over a lantern, setting his home on fire. He struggled to maintain his human form and ran outside, his parents did not make it out with him. Orphaned at the age of 6 he was horribly traumatised by the whole incident, mentally locking away the ability to physically become oil so he could never kill someone close to him like he killed his parents. Instead he sought to control what killed them, fire.

He spent the next 13 years of his life tinkering with various ideas and mastering the use of his powers in conjunction with fire, he also rebuilt his parents business and began repairing weapons for pirates. Over the years he became enamored by tales of Gol D Roger and his prowess in battle, some stories had him destroying entire armies with one placed bullet while others would make him out to be a master swordsman. Either way, Slick wanted these legendary weapons, he wanted to be just as strong as Gol D Roger was. but to do that he needed to get a hold of his weapons. So he set off on his journey at the age of 19.

Combat Specialties

Skills and Abilities: Talented repairsman in regards to all different types of weapons, is somewhat skilled in the art of inventing new weapons. Great cook, spent a lot of his life learning to cook for himself. Very fast and somewhat strong, he built up muscles from hammering metal.
Devil Fruit: Oiru Oiru Fruit (Oil Oil Fruit): A Logia with the ability to let the user turn into oil and endlessly produce oil, Slick has currently mentally handicapped himself so he can only use it like a Paramecia.

Haki: N/A

Gear: Custom Flamethrower, built to be fueled directly by Slick even in the middle of combat.

Fighting Style: Slick likes to stay away from his opponent and control the battlefield, either by covering it in oil or covering it in oil and the lighting said oil on fire.

Techniques: Oil Oil Skate: Slick covers the bottom of his shoes in oil and skates around the battlefield at high speeds, leaving a trail of oil behind him as he does so.
Oil Oil Getaway: Slick covers the ground in oil and then lights it on fire, leaving no way for the opponent to reach Slick as he runs away. Also applicable to deadly effect in sea battles, pouring oil into the ocean, waiting for the enemy ship to sail through the oil and then lighting it all on fire.

Nakama
Crewmate Name:
Captain Boone - Slick only kinda respects Boone, sure he's the captain but he hasn't done anything quite memorable enough for him to be truly worth respect. They get along pretty well, but Slick doesn't quite respect Boone despite his status as captain. If it really came down to it, Slick would actually take his position in a heartbeat. He does enjoy his stories though and likes to ask several questions to get details.

Caesar Inu - Caesar and Slick get along, mainly because Slick likes to talk about fire during his therapy sessions and Caesar appreciates that Slick knows how to relax unlike most members of the crew.

Bonesword - Slick likes Bonesword for 3 reasons. One he can make a lot of flammable stuff which is super great, he can make ingredients for cooking which is nice, and he really wants to see how milk affects a living skeleton. Whenever someone is arguing about stuff with Bonesword he'll generally take Bonesword's side, something about the little dude is endearing to him.

Lily Merrycure - Slick gets annoyed with her occasionally when she offers to take over cooking, but does his best to remember that she's just trying to help. He was talking about fire once and she mentioned lighting the fires in people's hearts, Slick took this a little too literally and now thinks she wants him to light people's hearts on fire. Not that he has a problem with that, he quite likes the idea. He finds it a little weird that she tries to mother him considering they're only two years apart, but he takes it in stride. He's very interested in her strange symbiote and wonders how flammable it is. Final note, Slick bugs her from time to time about creating more flammable oils and compounds for him to use. When she doesn't he will either back off for the day or just try and swipe some stuff from her to try and figure it out himself. He has caused more than one explosion on the ship.

Feya - Slick hates hearing about the food pyramid so much, he occasionally sees the food pyramid chasing him in his nightmares. Slick tries to avoid her as much as humanly possible, not out of hate but out of pure unadulterated fear. No human should eat so much every single day. Occasionally he steals from her but after the 3rd time he found his door broken down and the protein powder gone he stopped. Now he just lays down oil in front of her door every now and then. Whenever she starts nagging Bonesword about working out he'll side with Bonesword, but is strangely silent when milk gets brought up. He really wants to see Bonesword drink milk.

Dirk - Slick is kinda indifferent to Dirk, he recognizes the guy doesn't like him too much but doesn't mind. Dirk likes his cooking so he's alright in Slick's book.

[User]
Meeting the New Crew
Bonekid fell backwards onto the deck as he 'took a breath', using the opportunity to try and regain his stamina as he raised his arm into the air for a thumbs-up towards Captain Boone. "I'll be heading over shortly, Cap. I just need a minute."

Laying on the deck of the ship, Bonekid turned his head to Wafer, giving the man commencement for his work as well as an order. "Solid job at that fix speed, Kite. I was a bit skeptical, but you've definitely proved your worth. Mind droppin' the anchor?" Bonekid asked as he climbed back up onto his feet, using his sword for a bit of support. "I'd do it myself, but I'm gonna let my headache settle before I try any plant stuff for a while."

Quickly grabbing his bag (which was put in a safe spot on the ship's deck), Bonekid followed the captain of the Rums as he pulled out his Devil Fruit Encyclopedia, sheathing his sword in exchange. Looking at the captain of the opposite ship, Bonekid had to ask a question to him directly. "Excuse me, Captain?! Was that a devil fruit power you had demonstrated?!" Bonekid asked while he opened the book to the Table of Contents, looking for all the fruits he could to identify what the captain had used.

[Assistant]
Dirk Messir - Hanging Out With Your COOOOL New Friends
Huzzah. Dirk has achieved it. Only Dirk. Not only me, though, Caesar helps, and probably everyone else somehow.

Good Job Dirk! You're Number One!

Caesar did everything. The fact you think you contributed only shows how deluded you are.

You are bad Loser! Go jump off the boat Fool!

...but why was also saying this? Who wanted to even do that? Where is porpoise?

...OHHHHH, so they can all get to the other slide. The ship oft the enemy mothercrab. Okay, yes, the Divine Purpose was that perfect the place to go. Yes, good plan. Good plan. Go to the sea.

'I'm going to the other boat, Caesar,' Dirk muttered, sliding out from under the furry man and then moved to the closest side of the boat, and prepared to jump into the sea to go to the other sea boat sea. This is a brilliant idea. Divine Purpose says just go up the other side once you go... oh wait, it said an even better idea now.

'Shave.' I'll walk in the air as I leap out of the side of the boat off of the rails. This is still a brilliant idea.

[User]
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Caesar laughed as the ship reached the end of Reverse Mountain, and missed the beginning exchanges between them and the other ship.

But Dirk was heading over now that they had dropped anchor, and Caesar moved to follow him as he -

"Dirk, you blasted fool!" he growled, pulling him off the railing and slinging him over his shoulder. "There's a boarding thingy. You don't have to... Do whatever you were thinking."

He walked across to the other ship, setting Dirk down once they reached the other side with a soft pat on his shoulder.

Bonekid was already asking questions to the captain. Mystery Hands Shooty Guy. Shooty McShootyhands, maybe.

Caesar looked around before he roused his confusion.

"Has anyone seen Slick?"

[Assistant]
"Tibularapier! I got the milk!" Slick's voice emanated from below deck right after people began asking where he was. A brief moment of silence passed. Then Slick made his entrance as he exploded through the deck of the ship, holding two bottles of milk and looking slightly singed. If anyone bothered looking through the hole he had just made they would notice the charred remains of a pig head and several broken bones from... something. Also several melted plates and utensils, but they had plenty more. Probably.

Slick landed on the deck gracefully, holding up the milk with a bright smile on his face and his flamethrower strapped to his back for some reason. He looked around and his smile turned into a look of confusion, why was everything broken? Slick looked at everyone else as if silently asking what was happening when he spotted the other ship right next to them. He gasped and dropped the milk, the bottles shattering as he brought his hands to his mouth with a look of... excitement? "Why didn't anyone tell me it's time for art?" Slick turned on his flamethrower and jumped off the side of the ship, flinging a whip of sticky oil towards the other crew's mast and using it as a grappling hook to pull himself the rest of the way. "WhAt ArT sHaLl I mAkE tOdAy CaPtAiN?" He called out to Boone as he helped out an injured Lilli. How long have they been fighting for! He could've made so much art by now!


[System]
"But I mean if you want to, I guess!"

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Nickname:
CJ is the nickname his friends gave him and it stuck.

Date of Birth:
September 21, 1993

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Complicated

Sexually Active:
Yes

Occupation:
Crisis Management Secretary by Day, Adult Film Star by Night

Hometown:
Atlanta, Georgia

Ethnicity:
Mixed - Puerto Rican/African-American

In Depth Appearance:
Cj takes very good care of his appearance. His hair is often times well manicured, and his eyebrows are always arched in a masculine way. He is always seen wearing a different colored tank top with a pair of jeans or sweatpants. He loves wearing sneakers and has a vast collection of them. His skin is a beautiful caramel tone, and his teeth always pass the white tissue test. He has curly hair that he has dyed a light blonde on the tips. He will wear a hat every now and then and tends to change his hair color once a month or once every two months. His body is well toned from exercise. It's more of a swimmer's build. He doesn't have a lot of hair on his body, but will grow out his facial hair which adds to his attractiveness. He's in no way perfect, he has scars from the bashing on his back where the kicks landed, and there is a very feint scar on his chin. He has a tattoo of a heart with wings and the name of his grandfather Matthew scribed in cursive within the heart on his right shoulder blade. He also has a koi fish on the inner part of his thigh extremely close to his groin. If he wears a speedo you'd be able to see it. He has two stars along the "v" cut towards the bottom point, right above his manhood.

Hobbies:
Aside from singing, dancing, and posting videos on Youtube, Caleb enjoys hiking and writing short stories in his free time. He loves to travel but rarely gets the chance to leisurely travel, as most of his traveling is for work purposes. He likes to garden as well, and cooking is one of his main hobbies. Ask him to make a dish and he'll give you something you'll never forget.

Magical Affinity:
Believe it or not Caleb has known about the world of magic since he was ten years old. He witnessed magic by accident, but he was too young to really delve into it. It was when he was a junior in high school that he was approached by a recruiter for BlackBrick. The things they told him only validated parts of his life that he questioned. He found a mentor, the Headmaster of BlackBrick Academy. The man instructed him, taught him with his parent's approval and kept him safe, even though Caleb was allowed to live his life he was warned that magic must be kept a secret. After graduating, he went on to become an adult film star, well known in the LGBTQ Adult Film Community. While pursuing his work, he also attended BlackBrick Academy, balancing a secret life of magic. He is experienced in battle magic and delves into healing. Battle Magic is touchy and is restricted in the Academy, but Caleb learns quickly and reads a lot.

Habits:
He does tend to go overboard with drinking when he is at parties. He has a habit of biting his bottom lip when he is nervous. It is rather sexual if one observes it, but to him, it's not.

Likes:
He likes having fun, reading murder mysteries, listening to music, vlogging, his job, cooking, and playing video games.

Dislikes:
He doesn't care to fondly for people who ruin the mood, drama queens, homophobes, bullies, disrespectful pricks whose only goal is to make the life of others miserable, fighting though he will do so if he has to, and insecurity.

Fears:
He has a fear of snakes. He watched a friend get attacked by one when he was growing up and he avoids them at all cost. He also has a fear of dying alone.

Personality:
Caleb is the type of guy that knows what he wants and goes after it. Caleb is very smart, but most would never know his past in the school decathlon growing up. He doesn't talk about himself, but rather enjoys listening to others talk about their life and growing up. He is the type that will open his heart to those he trusts, and if they betray him he will cut them off. He can be funny, and motivational to others. He's been through a lot and has survived. He smiles more than he frowns but there are those days that he likes to be left alone. He is an extrovert and likes crowds, but again some days he likes solidarity. Dancing and singing are hobbies for him, two that helped him overcome. Caleb is flirtatious and will openly flirt with nearly anyone, sometimes just to get a reaction. He is confident in his sexuality and knows what he likes. In other words, CJ is quite promiscuous but he's not a stereotype and hates being labeled as such. He's a gentlemen most of all, and is very caring. He puts up a block to avoid relationships after dealing with a three year bomb.

Background:
Caleb is a male model and adult film star, but when not filming he works at his parents Crisis Management Firm as a secretary. When not filming he enjoys living life to the fullest. While his parents accept him, they do not accept the side job he chose. Still, they love him and give their support when they can. Caleb was born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Aña Gonzalez and Robert Anderson. Though married, Robert was so busy being a businessman and alcoholic that he forgot to sign the birth certificate for Caleb thus leaving his last name as Gonzalez. Eventually, he came back and signed the document, and Caleb's last name was officially changed. They moved to Atlanta, Georgia shortly after his birth. His mother remarried after Robert's untimely death to Matthew Anderson, no relation to Robert Anderson.

Caleb grew up as an average guy aside from a magical experience when he was ten years old. As well off as his parents are, Cj still likes to go to the thrift shop and enjoys the complexity of life. He gives to charities, but only those that support the LGBT community or have a true purpose, and he volunteers with various LGBT organizations whenever he can. After graduating high school, he went into modeling and starring in over 100 adult scenes. Cj is accomplishing a lot in his young life. When he was 13 years old, he was gay bashed outside of a Seven Eleven up the street from his house. His parents were furious and the one responsible was eventually caught and sentenced to jail. After that Cj decided to learn how to protect himself and took up self-defense classes. It would seem fate wanted Cj to get revenge because when he turned 18 he went to a club and ran into the very man that bashed him so long ago.

Unlike others in his profession, he doesn't do drugs, but he enjoys the occasional cocktail. He hasn't tried anything else and doesn't have the drive to try anything either. The fast paced world he lives in does have its dark side, and he tries to stay out of that. Every scene he does he is well protected, and he gets tested regularly. After the bashing, he picked up a camera and started vlogging, telling his story to those who would watch. He would vlog whenever he got a chance as it was his outlet to deal with various things. Eventually, he garnered a large audience of over 3 million subscribers who watch his daily life as well as his covers of various songs.

He was on set in Orlando, FL when he received his acceptance letter to BlackBrick Academy. It was his chance to truly learn more than what the Headmaster was teaching him. He was sure the Headmaster was thrilled about his acceptance and after the test, he had to take to get into the school he figured a higher education would be great to keep his parents off his back. His parents are very accepting of magic and have kept it a secret since the Headmaster started training Caleb at age seventeen.

Caleb has had a hard past. Even though he was gay bashed, cheated on, and had to deal with an alcoholic father who beat him when he got angry at Caleb, he still managed to overcome it all. He's successful and wants to better his life. His father died when he was young. His step dad treats him as if he were his own, and cares for him deeply.

Miscellaneous:
Caleb tends to walk around either naked or with only a pair of skimpy briefs on that show a little too much when in the dorm room. He is extremely confident and has every right to be, being as gifted as he is. Caleb can speak Spanish, and English fluently. He's working on learning Latin. Caleb is not human at all but is in fact an Incyus. A being made of pure arcane power that consume life leaving worlds void. When he arrived on earth he gave up that life in pursuit of happiness. He became Caleb Anderson and has lived as a human for 23 years.

[User]
It was getting increasingly heavy in the tunnels. The last blade would prove to be the most difficult. Caleb struggled to breathe, but he pressed on because he had a duty to his friends and his school to protect, and he wouldn't let that damn Leviathan stay at large. As they neared it, his mind flashed to all the things he wanted to do when this was over. All the moments he wanted to make reality, but first, he needed to make sure they retrieved the blade and returned safely. He had to stay awake regardless of how heavy his chest was, regardless of how light-headed he felt, he owed them, they were his friends and one day he would have to tell them the truth of his origins.

Ambrose had moved into the room and Caleb had stepped up watching and ready to step in if necessary. It was cold. Why was it so cold? Caleb's mind started piecing things together. It was unnaturally quiet in this place and unnaturally cold. When Ambrose grabbed the blade, Caleb's eyes widened. From the shadows, a creature with no face emerged. Reality warped around it to the point that it was hard to look at it, but he did.

"AMBROSE!" Caleb yelled indicating for him to move. "EVERYONE BACK THE WAY WE CAME!"

"Oh God, what is that?" Sam asked.

"Omnisis, a creature of dark intent. Legends surround it but I have never seen one until now," Caleb said as he ushered everyone into the tunnel. The creature's deafening screech made him clutch his ears. "Keep going," he said knowing how fast the creature of legend could be. "Ambrose, do you have it?" Caleb asked making sure Ambrose was still holding the blade as they all ran down the tunnels.

[Assistant]
Ambrose barely had time to register what Caleb had screamed until Jeremy jerked him forward. The whole group took off sprinting to the exit. The doors slammed behind them, but everyone knew that wouldn't do much against that kind of creature. Ambrose panted as they took off down the tunnels, this time they didn't worry about finding their way around. Top prioty right was putting as much distance as possible between themselves and whatever Caleb had called it. Ambrose nodded in response to Caleb's question, waving the knife slightly.

"Listen-" Ambrose panted, "Get ready to take us back, we can't stay here any longer- and god, the pressure on my chest." Ambrose winced, it was getting steadily worse the longer they stayed.

They slowed to a jog, keeping on the move, but slow enough to catch their breath for at least a moment. Ambrose clutched his chest, as well as a few others of their group. Everyone was feeling the effect of this dimension on their body. Screeches echoed through the tunnels, making it impossible to tell if the Omnisis was on their trail or not.

"I remember the spell you taught me Caleb, just hurry, whatever happens, this knife needs to get back." Ambrose flinched when he realized other hissing sounds were audible now. Sam cursed under her breath, realizing the seal on the door must have been broken. "Just keep running down the tunnels and get ready to jump through Caleb's portal." Everyone flinched when the screeches resumed, and now even the tapping of feet. "Oh god-"


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
The two mages held up their shields during Travis' barrage of gunfire, while the untalent ducked back behind cover. The shield's held up, but eventually the weaker of the duo's shield started to crack. It eventually broke after taking a shot from one of Travis' more powerful weapons, leaving him defenseless from getting cut to ribbons from the firearms.

The shotgunner was just about to pop back up to try to put an end to Travis' assault, however Zoey's attack caught him by surprise. He was blown back into the cover he was hiding behind with an audible thud from the force of the shot before falling to the ground, dead.

While still holding up his energy shield, the final remaining attacker began to sling out rapid explosive energy blasts of his own to attempt to stop the barrage. Six in total, three at Travis, two at Zuri, and one at Zoey. He then charged up a teleport, re-appearing above the trio with his shield dropped and bringing down a charged shockwave attack towards Travis with his hands. It would activate as soon as it touched something solid, be it Travis himself or the metal deck.

---

"Who would I be if I wasn't? Is it not an entertainer's job to create a spectacle?" Nemo replied as he continued on to the next room.

"We're getting close." Nemo commented as he reached another hatch-style door. He spun it unlocked with a flick of his wrist and a simple spell and let gravity ease it open, revealing a much larger room with two men standing beside each other in the middle of it. Judging by their opposite appearances this was obvious the twin swordsmen Nemo spoke about earlier Sap and Sin Tao.

Both of them seemed to be of identical height of around 5'9", asian, tanned, and wearing similar dark blue rugged militaristic uniforms. The only thing that was different between them is one brother had much longer black hair than the other, with the shorter haired brother wearing a red scarf around his neck. Both of them were wielding Thai Dha swords with runes etched into the sides of the blades.

"You know I was kinda hoping it would be them." Nemo said, leaning towards Raiya and whispering. "Do you think they'll like, both talk at the same time? In harmony? That would be really cool." He added.

"You've both come this far to die, your fate was sealed the moment you set foot on this ship uninvited." Both the brothers said in unison, causing Nemo's eyes to light up. He turned to Raiya with an excited 'Did you hear that?' look on his face. Nemo then spawned his katana, figuring the two swordsmen were the most fitting excuse he was going to get.

"Have any preference on how we handle this?" He said, still whispering. "We could fight them together, or one for each of us, or one of us could just take both of them on." Nemo asked. "If you want to do it together I hope you have a plan, because I just realized all the ones I thought of were way too complicated."

[Assistant] Zoey rolled away from the explosive blast and reached to the throwing stars at her belt, throwing one at the shockwave coming down and one at the mage, before fading to another location and firing a short burst at him. She didn't tell Travis that she was going to try to take out the shockwave that way, though she hoped he'd handle it. Relocating again, she began looking for the jammer. She had hopes the other two could take out the mage. Most of the witches she'd worked with in her time could've.

[User]
Raiya followed behind Nemo as he opened up the hatch to the next room which was much larger than the corridors that they were fighting in earlier. There in the large room, two asian looking men in uniform stood to greet them. The men were twins which Raiya was starting to feel was a bit redundant.

"Great," Raiya said sarcastically, "I just love twins. They are so rare! I've never seen a pair of twins before in real life!" She continued her sarcastic charade. Raiya rolled her eyes as they began to speak in unison as Nemo suggested they might.

Raiya looked over at Nemo who was still whispering at her, "I say we each take one, and if one of us beats their opponent first, we help the other."  Raiya suggested, "We don't have the luxury of time to play fair with these goons." Raiya said.

"I'll take the long haired one, you take the other one." She suggested.

[Assistant]
"I just hope that they'll allow us to fight separately." Nemo replied.

The two twins suddenly locked hands, the action seemed to temporarily merge their two manapools together into one, powering them up with excess energy in the process. Even if someone wasn't using manalysis to pay attention to their pools, the longer haired brother's suddenly flowing hair was enough of a visual cue to tip someone off on what was going on.

The twins suddenly let loose of their hands and began to rapidly zig zag across the room towards Raiya and Nemo with enhanced speed, making it hard to track their positions. The brothers both reached Nemo and Raiya at the same time, drawing their swords and slashing at them from the top down.

---

Nemo drew his sword and blocked the incoming attack in one fluid motion. His draw speed on the sword was just as good as his revolver's. He pushed forward to knock the short haired brother back, then issued his counter attack by spinning around and slashing at an angle from the top, whipping the sword around with one hand for extra speed. The brother blocked the attack with his blade, but it left him open for a sneak attack from Nemo's free hand. The brother took a heavy punch to the gut, causing him to retreat back to regain his composure.

[User]
Raiya didn't need to have her manalysis activated to know that these brothers were operating under aura harmonization. Although, she did briefly activate her manalysis to take a look at exactly how closely harmonized they were. Their manawaves were vibrating at almost the exact same frequency. Raiya couldn't actually tell how closely their auras were harmonized because her manalysis wasn't keen enough. But it was clearly passed the 90 percent similarity threshold. This meant their spells would be amplified at least twice as potent as they would have been normally. The mana waves resonated back and forth between each of the brothers, reverberating, creating a constructive interference.

Watching the two operate so efficiently was really a bit impressive. Aura harmonization was extremely difficult. Mainly because, if you and your partner were not on the same wavelength, the result could create a destructive interference instead of a constructive interference. Which meant for a bit, you and your synchronizing partner would have less power than you would normally have. Even after breaking harmonization, if you messed it up, your power would not return to normal until up to twenty-four hours. Aura harmonization was truly a gambit, utilizing it in battle was a matter of high-risk moderate reward.

They rushed Nemo and Raiya, zigging and zagging up to them in a flash. Luckily Raiya's heightened senses allowed for a super human reaction time. Activating her biri-biri aura briefly, she lept slightly backwards, the sword swipe narrowly passing in front of her. Immediately after she shot a quick burst of 4 rounds at the long haired brother, moving her aim with each shot. The shots were evenly spread out. The first started at the left leg/femur and the last ending at the middle of the forehead (if the shots managed to land). Reguardless, Raiya spun adding momentum to her swing, and aimed a kogatana jab right at torso of the long-haired brother.

[Assistant]
"Seriously?!" Travis turned his head to Zuri with a surprised expression on his face just as she voiced her reluctance in participating in the ensuing battle. This had nearly dumbfounded him as he recalled she and Zoey fighting Bolsan hours later in what seemed like an intense fight; surely this skirmish was no more dangerous or frightening. With a annoyed sigh, Travis quickly returned his attention to back to suppressing their attackers, "fine, just stay in cover until this is all done."

So far his strategy was in pinning down the patrol was proving effective; he watched as Zoey taking the imitative with his suggestion and successfully nailed one of the crew members as they frantically attempted to stop his attack. Not long after, one of the mages succumbed to the barrage of Travis' possessed firearms as their barrier failed to hold back the hot stream of lead. Travis was astonished as he saw the doomed mage's lifeless body convulse in a mist of red before they collapsed dead upon the metal deck.

The last man and mage of the patrol finally retaliated by unleashing a snap-shot of energy bolts at Travis' team. Zoey cleared out without issue but that only left him and Zuri to handle with the explosive bolts. With little time to respond with another spell, he quickly recalled his hijacked arsenal and hurled them at the energy attacks as desperate defense. The collective grouping of hard plastic and metal on each bolt appeared to have been enough detonate all five of the remaining explosive shots. Travis covered his face as a rush of fumes from the explosions enveloped the area.

Just as the smoke cleared up, Travis noticed that the mage had vanished, no longer in cover but he was soon found overhead already charging another spell; he could quickly tell by his mana analysis that is would be a big one. With little time to spare, Travis squeezed the capsule in his left hand, causing the grey powder to disperse through his fingers. Within his hand now was a glowing mana crystal coursing with raw mana. Travis taped into a portion of his reserves to commune with the shard before quickly channeling its mana into his right hand where three new runic circles have formed.

Travis wasted no time and discharged all three runes a split second after the mage hurled a massive energy shockwave right on top of him. The moment the runes activated, a dark cloudy mass spewed forth from them, followed by a near-blinding fulmination of surging electrons shooting up towards the mage like a lightning strike. Travis' latest spell was certainly his most vicious but also the most inconsistent when observed in earlier trials as the produced ionized streaks had the tendency of not directly hitting their targets. Luckily however, Zoey had also responded to the threat with two shurikens rapidly spinning towards the mage and their devastating attack. This unintended stroke of ingenuity guided Travis' lightning bolts right towards his targets.


[System]
Ok so... making a new guy for this:
Species: Pangoro
Gender: Male
Moves:
Counter (learned from many hours of training)
Bullet Punch
Brick Break
Crunch
Bio:
Where to begin with the story of Eralion. It would take a lot to actually say every bit of details from his life until now, but we shall go with the important parts.

Eralion was born from a Mawile father and a mother Pangoro in a forest far from Allure town. We could say it was an awkward family, but both of Eralion's parents loved each other. They worked long hours in the forest to defend the smaller creatures that would be too weak to fight, protected them from harm. Eralion look up at them, proud of having parents like these, though that was before he started to hear about guild's from some passer by. Those people talked to his parents quite some times, asking for directions to a mystery dungeon that was a bit farther north from their forest. Though a lot of times it was starting to get night and his parents usually invited them to stay for the night. Because of this, Eralion heard lots of stories of guilds, people helping out others, working side by side. When the guest left, Eralion asked lots of times to his parents about if he could go to Allure town to join a guild, though because of how far away it was, they said no, because it was too risky to move. Eralion though didn't give up. Instead of asking more and more, he started to train, fighting and punching, also learning from the old Wobbufett in the forest who gave advices to travellers. Both Eralion and the old Wobbufett got along quite fine, and it was also that way he learned to use counter, a move that normal Pancham could not learn.

After quite some training, Eralion asked his parents again if he could go to the guild now, being stronger than before. His parents said no again, though Eralion didn't give up. One day during his parents usual patrol, he followed them in secret. It was then that he saw a primeape going to hit a zigzagoon with a karate chop. His parents were about to go and help, though Eralion moved quicker. He moved in front of the zigzagoon and used counter. When the strike hit, Eralion's parents were horrified, only to have Eralion strike back the primeape full force, actually damaging him so much that he almost fainted, with Eralion holding on, giving a bit of breathing from the hit. He then quickly rushed and used Karate Chop also, finishing off the ape. His parents were surprised by this, but also mad for him to go into so much risk there. Eralion looked at them, before giving a smile, telling them he was alright. Sure he took some damage there, but he still felt like he could continue fighting. His parents looked at each other concerned.

That night his parents told him he could go to the guild after all, though that he should be careful. Eralion nodded, saying that he would. Finally he was going to have some adventure.
The next morning he packed up everything that he needed, and gave his last goodbye's to his parents. He then left his home. He wanted to return one day when he would have become much stronger and able to protect the forest, but for now the prospect of a new adventure loomed overhead.

Though his travels weren't as fun and games as he thought it would be. One of those days he was passing in large mountain territory where many old ruined buildings were. As he passed by, he heard screaming, creatures going and running away. What he saw was a granbull, attacking nearby dragon types, laughing at them. This made Eralion's blood boil. The granbull was already damaged a bit, but not enough to actually be defeated by any creatures around. Eralion rushed forth and used karate chop on the thing, only to have it turn around and then headbutt him right in the arm. This hurted Eralion a lot. The granbull moved closer and closer to Eralion.

"Well well… a little hero want to stop me… how cute…. Now where was I… oh right…." The granbull says before going to use headbutt again, though Erion resisted and used counter, striking the thing back full force, weakening him more.
"Why you little… able to use counter eh… you won't resist long though." He says. He was right. Eralion could not resist another hit. He started to run full force, going to get away from the thing. The thing started to chase after him, though weakened cause of the damage Eralion caused to him. Eralion had to find somewhere to hide… something to help him… something….

It was then that something in him just slightly broke as he heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to him. He looked to the direction of the granbull, slight energy being felt from the ground of the ruins,

"There you are… well… time to fi…" he start to say before Eralion got up, his eyes in a new rage.
"Still have so..." was the last thing before Eralion, who in a last attempt, rushed and striked the granbull right in the face, faster than anything he ever did before. He had just used bullet punch! The granbull falled on the ground, KO now. It was then that multiple dragon types walked by, looked at Eralion who was breathing deeply. He lost consciousness then.

When he got back to himself, he was in a large cave with a couple of dratini's playing in the corner. His wounds were patched with bandages. As he look up, he saw a Dragonite pass near him.
"Ah… Finally awake… Here…" she says before giving him a plate of berries.
"You should be hungry…. Eat up." She says. Eralion smiled and ate up, hungry like heck at the moment. He looked at his arm that he used bullet punch with. He saw a slight silver lining under his fur, but not much else. How did he even use that move anyway. He wasen't a steel type, and pancham could not learn such move. But also they could not learn counter. He knew he was different, but that different and able to use that attack?

After eating, he thanked the Dragonite family before going and leaving, going back on his way to Allure town. He still had a lot of road to do, and he knew his adventure wasen't over yet.
Appearance: He looks like a normal pancham, though under his fur of his left and right arm, theres is a slight silver coloring.

 Differences: He trained many hours with a Wobbufett to be able to learn counter. He will also be able to learn steel type move cause of his strange genetics, though he will retain his normal typing.

[User]
"Josh, wake up!"
Josh opened his eyes upon hearing Matt's voice. With all of the thoughts going through his head that night, he didn't get much sleep. He yawned as Matt put him in the bucket and drained the water out of the tub. "Here." Matt said, handing him a pastry.
"You eat it, Matt. I'm not hungry." Josh said, pushing it away.
"I know you're a little stressed about what happened yesterday, but you need to eat something." He split the pastry in half. "At least eat this. You need your energy today."
Josh reluctantly took the pastry, and took a bite out of it as they headed down the stairs. They waited in the lobby for Hex and Anthony, hoping they'd wake up soon.

[Assistant]
[Spruce]

The noibat gets the first attack on me, however, he wastes it on using screech... yeah, it hurt my ears, but I was otherwise okay.*What the heck is he planning with that?*I ask myself as I lash out at the thing with Void whip, obviously surprising the noibat, who, despite flinching from my attack, continued his own attack by tackling me, sending me to the back wall of the dojo. "Ugh..." I end up saying as I slide down the wall. I get back up, however, not to be defeated so easily, and leer at the noibat, as well as secretly prepare for another tackle attack... which comes shortly after. This time, I was prepared enough to dodge the attack, and counter with another Void whip. The thing was nearly beaten, and I was ready to finish him off when he shouts "ENOUGH!" He then retreats, and Gabe tosses me an oran berry to heal up the wounds that I have taken. I quickly eat the thing, and my next opponent, the dratini, slithers forwards, while the noibat quickly eats his own oran berry. "Alright, let's make this quick," the dratini says to me before Gabe says "Fight two... begin!" I manage to attack with Void Whip before the dratini could do anything, which the thing wasn't expecting one bit. He tried to counter with the move wrap, however, I was able to dodge the move, and continue on, this time with leer... a move that I feel as though I should replace ASAP. Another wrap, but, this time, I wasn't so lucky.... this... wasn't the best thing in the world, and I was trying to break free attacking with Void whip after Void whip, but this thing was durable, and persistent. As soon as I was freed from wrap, I managed a powerful, well-aimed void whip right to the thing's face, knocking him out. As soon as he woke back up, he said "E-enough... ow..." and slithered back to his position. My next opponent would be the axew, and I knew I had to come prepared.

---

[Bonnie]

I finally found a mission that didn't look too difficult or nightmare-inducing. Apparently, some mother Pyroar lost her son in sunnyside plains, which meant that I got to head back to that place, and perhaps even meet my friends again... of course, I would be helping out a cat... I'd just have to try my hardest not to run away this time, as it could have led to someone's death last time I did that.*I'll just have to be braver... and this is the best mission on here... the only one for us, at least.*I think as I take the mission off of the board and look around for my teammates. I heard both William and Samuel here earlier when I was trying to pick out a mission, but I was a little too focused to respond... thankfully, it seemed as though William was still here, and I quickly showed him the mission, and asked "Hey, do you know where Samuel went? We should try to find him before we head off," that voice almost didn't seem like my own... after such a nice rest, I didn't sound as though I was constantly fighting back tears and pain... I almost sounded normal, for some reason, and that much was apparent to a nearby bellsprout who was carrying some odd, unidentifiable item. "Hm? You sound different today, Bonnie," he responded... though, why or how he knew me by name was beyond me, given that I have never met a bellsprout before. He then continued with "...uh, Bonnie? Why are you giving me that confused look?" After a bit of thinking, he simply continued on with "Oh, right, the name part... I kinda overheard you introducing yourself to your team. Congrats on joining, by the way," I then turn my attention back towards William, though, I was slightly annoyed with that bellsprout for eavesdropping on me.

[User]
-William-
I yawn a bit, and grab the slip of paper. "Hm... I guess... ugh..." I say. I say "I think we should get a little more rest, I'm not awake at all yet..." and I suddenly hear some weird chanting down-ladder. I jump at the sudden, random loudness, and hear "ONE! DON'T SHIRK WORK!" and I rub my eyes as I go invisible for a second to see what was happening. "TWO! RUN AWAY AND PAY!" I hear, and the sheer loudness makes me fall. It kicks up some dust, and I lie still, and there's silence. Everyone seemed confused, since they couldn't see a thing, but something made the dirt and rock shift. After about a minute of random chatting, Chatot says "Well, then, back to the morning chant!" and I hear "THREE! SMILES GO FOR MILES!" and then the group is released. "I wonder where that new team went... I was going to introduce them," Chatot grumbles. I climb up the ladder as fast as possible and go back to normal. "Ow... my ears hurt after that..." I whine, rubbing my head. "I don't know where Sam went, I think he's in Treasure Town somewhere." I climb up the ladder and walk down the hill, and hear a scrafty yelling something, and I walk in that direction. He seemed to be far away, but he was loud.

-Samuel-
I slouch as I walk back to the guild, after scaring off a pretty lady. I made sure my dimples showed and everything! Ugh. I hear some stomps behind me, and I look back and see a Scrafty, and that same Kirlia. The scrafty walk over to me, pulling up his pants every two steps. He growls at me, and says "You hit on my girl, and then you make her cry, bro!" and he pushes me. I begin sweating and he pushes me again. I say "Stop! I didn't mean to," and he pushes me a third time. His pants almost fall from him not pulling them up, again. "You might want to get smaller pants," I say and he glares at me. He pushes me to the ground and spits on me. The acid lands right on my stomach, and I squeal like a wild spoink as it begins burning me. He then picks me up and throws me to the ground and when I get up, he continues shoving me. Bloody tears were flowing down my face and I begin to feel dizzy. The Kirlia runs up and says "Stop! Stop, I think he knows! Please, stop..." and the Scrafty continues beating me up and taunting me. I had a sense that he was holding back on beating down on me because of my small size, but that thought was diminished after he picks me up and slams me against a wall, really hard. "I-I'm--" I say before he stops me and says "YOU'RE WHAT, HUH? WELL SAY IT, SHRIMP!"

[Assistant] As Shadowlight looked at her wounds, she though a bit. She had been training quite a lot lately with this whole superhero role thing. It felt good to let out some anger on those criminals. At least she was doing something good. She waited on a building near the dojo, waiting for Spruce, hiding, observing. Might as well rest up a bit before continuing. It will probably take time before Spruce is finish with the dojo anyway. Well, best to just wait. She breath in deeply, and observed the place around. People were walking around, talking, some talking about weather, some about the whole fact that she was beating down criminals around town. At least this would make the crime rate drop a bit. Though it mght make the guild have less work. Bah... With the usual number of missions, it would probably not bother that much. So she waited. When will Spruce go and beat those criminals down?


[System]
Current EXP: 0

Inventory:

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

Weapons: Bite, Sharp Claws,

Acquired Skills: Beast Tamer: See Character.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stone Skin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection.

Dead whispers: a special ability only given to those that are inclined towards death. He is now able to hear the calls of those that are long dead and can learn ancient knowledge, can be upgraded to allow for full conversations.

Deathly movements: the user is now able to dodge movements that would otherwise harm him. He is able to evade blows much easier and with much greater flexibility than his hobgoblin counterparts.

Stone Wind Stance: this stance allowed him to move with fluid motions while still having a strong defence to handle any blows that tried to hit him.

Titles:

Blessings:

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

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

Curses:

Current Evolution: Ghoul - Day 6

Past evolutions and xp:
Hobgoblin - Day 5 (1x demon spider, 1x troll, 1x alpha troll, = 152 xp)
Goblin - Day 0 (1x horned bunny, 2x alpha horned bunny, 11x lesser Skeleton's = 460 xp)

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

Appearance:
Ghoul - Hobgoblin Gird had accepted the chance to evolve and as such when he woke up he would see that he wasn't that much taller then he was before. He only reached as high as 5 feet which was the size of an average human. What changed, however, was not his size but his appearance, his body that was once pale now had rotting parts that looked like his body was ready to fall off at any given moment and he could even look down and see the bone of his arm! He grew hair over his head that was as black as ebony and reached down to his shoulders and his eyes now looked eternally bloodshot. He looked like he was a rotting corpse which would explain a lot. However all is not negative, Now it seemed as though he could see in the dark. Now when he got close to the bones of the dead from a few nights back it seemed as though they could speak to him in some language he couldn't understand. While his body might look ready to fall apart at the seams in truth this meant he was much faster than when he was a hobgoblin. Now it seemed like his body was light as a feather and moved with the air around him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Goblin Zats

Gina's offer to make shields for them all sounded good but Zats decided to use the one Shirila had given him because he was gonna have to get used it. "Thanks but I'm gonna use the Everoak shield, it was given to me so I could protect you after all." Arch's comment about the spears was true and he wondered what he could do about it. Suddenly he remembered that his role in the battle was simply to block, so he might not even need his shield and besides maybe the heavy shield would be easier to handle with two hands. As he moved to the benches where Gina placed it to test his theory he noticed the bookcase and wondered if he could find some useful info there.

After he spent a few minutes getting used to wielding the shield two-handed he headed straight for the books and looked for one that he could read and hopefully learn something from. He really wanted to find one about magic, but knew that was unlikely and probably too advanced for him at that point.

EXP: 4

Inventory:

* Rabbit-spear,
* Rabbit hide-loincloth,
* Sharp bone,
* Everoak Shield

Acquired Skills:

* crush,
* knowledge of the three,
* pole arm combat beginner

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Goblin Gina

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 As she asked and heard the various different suggestions of the two, she agreed as each was sound and valid to their quest in combating the undead. Remembering what happened last night. Taking out one of them last night with a blunt weapon quite easily. So she started working, bending one of the benches upside down and taking alook for loose and easily removable part. Using her chair leg to pry it open the parts like an crowbar. She quickly went on to work with the mace that Arch asked for while using the leftovers to make a small shield for herself just large enough to shield her arms.

 She quickly grabs a piece of cloth and straps it onto the shield so that she can grip it and hold the shield easily. What's left of the cloth, she used to attach and tie it around a few of the wooden scraps onto the tip to make a mace like weapon for Arch. Satisfied and left with no more things to use and above all tools to property make them, she finally gives the mace to Arch hoping that it was good enough for him to use.

 She then turns her attention towards Zat. Which was training, After a while he sits down and looks at the book case and seeing that he wanted to read something but, was contemplating if it he can or should. She decided to help him as she grabs a book that she knows that can help him understand the writings in the books [color=red] "Next time you better pray like you mean it." She says with a small blush in her cheeks as she puts the book to him going back and searching the area for anything she could use for purging the skeletons.

EXP: 44

Companions:
pet rabbit, the rabbit is now tamed and will help the goblin and comfort the goblin whenever needed. If trained can become a great attack rabbit or guardian.

Inventory:
Makeshift net

Ancient sword.

Acquired Skills:
Ancient script: this goblin now knows the ancient language of humans past allowing her to more easily read and write things in such a language.

Amateur carpenter: This goblin has learned the basics in the art of carpentry, she can now understand how to make simple contraptions with wood as its base like a table or chair, more knowledge of the subject will allow the goblin to create much more complex items like siege weapons

Claw Climbing:

Devastating double strike: devastating double strike allows the user to quickly make a direct strike and follow up with a second strike just as quickly. The strike when used properly can create an opening wound and the follow up can destroy the internal organs or bones

Capture:

Titles:
Bunny Catcher,

Blessings:
Blessing of the eternal mother (Shirila): The goddess of earth has given the first blessing in decades to her newest priest. She has been given strengthening muscles and bones to handle more damage and a now eternal connection to the earth (now easier to evolve into earth-based creatures)

Curses:


[System]
Age: 25
Gender: Orc

Species: The great orc like beast stands 8 feet tall, and has thick green skin. Most Orcs tend to be dumb and agressive creatures, always fighting for their own survival without regards for others. But Corc is one of the exceptions.

Appearance:

Corc is completely bald, and wears thick leather armour that covers his upper body. He wears brown pants, which have been tattered and damaged somewhat from below. He has a big scar on his chest area, which is covered up by his armour. He also carries a thick, two horned helmet on his back, which is tied firmly to his neck. He also wears dark brown shoes and spiked gauntlets.

Abilities: Corc has great strength and durability, but his speed is lacking. Despite being an orc, he can be surprisingly intelligent during battle sometimes, assuming he's serious.

Special Weaknesses: Magic and focused piercing attacks. If the same part of his body is targeted repeatedly, he will eventually take severe damage.

Weapons: A massive mace, a large helmet, spiked gauntlets.

Items: Corc carries a healing salve with him, which can slowly heal wounds after a long period of time.

Backstory: For the last ten years, Corc has been working for the Stormpeak Empire in order to make a living. He would often travel the world, not quite living in one place for long for good reason. Many people do not enjoy the company of orcs, as they often break into violent fits and destroy everything and everyone around them, including their own allies. Corc, however, had learned discipline during his many missions. He can still be consumed by his anger, but he has learned how to control it for the most part.

The Stormpeak Empire, however, values the great strength that Orcs possess. As such, many of them were allowed to live in the mountains. Corc himself grew up on one of those mountains, with his father and mother.

Other: Corc often does whacky things to please himself and those he considers his allies, either just to have fun or because he's bored. He is unusually kind and understanding, unlike most of his race. He is kind-hearted, and would risk his life to protect his friends if need be.

[User]
....

 Fauve had to laugh when the runner ran right into Gabriel, nothing like a moronic incident to get a giggle out of her. Cheap thrills, that's about the sum of her life. The incident did ring true from one perspective though, this running bookworm had some important matter going on to be in such a hurry, especially at this time of night. Honestly, she didn't give two damns about what important matters the guy had going on, but since Fauve, as usual, had little better to do, she leaned in against Jack to view the map.

The map wasn't really anything special, and resembled one made by those dumbass pirate types who were stupid enough to mark off the location of their treasure on a piece of parchment. Nothing like being so blatantly dumb that you need to make a drawing to remember where you hid your wealth. That of course didn't mean this was a treasure map of any kind, especially since crossing off an entire town and circling a nearby forest didn't exactly mark a specific spot, but it did amuse Fauve's mind just a little to entertain the thought of it for a passing minute.

"You are right about one thing, Gabe," She said, taking her weight off Jack and looking in direction the runner had gone, "this map could mean anything, and it's because of that I'm not too overly keen on traipsing after the guy. Hell, he might have just been running because he's late getting to bed with a whore for the night, and the map could be no more than his recently expired travel plans. Nadska's been done and done, so to speak."

She reached up and plucked a small twig from the tree, stuck one end in her mouth to chew it while mulling the situation over a tad more. She looked up the road. She looked down the road. She looked back at the tavern. She spat the twig from her mouth.

"You know what?' She said, gave her crotch another hefty scratch. "I don't really give a shit either way, but I haven't got nothing better to do either. That's my life in a nutshell, to be perfectly honest, so I'm up for a little mosey around if you two are. Might even turn out to be a bit of fun."

She chugs back a few swallows of wine and tosses the empty bottle aside.

 ....

[Assistant]
A tinge of dread shot through Ren upon catching sight of the bumbling thief who managed to bump into another person before vanishing into the shadows of the village outskirts. Anything that went out of Nadska's routine almost always spelled disaster for more than just one reason. There was something sacred with the daily rote of everyone's task in the village: the bakers heated their ovens at five in the morning; the guards changed their shifts at six; and the monks chanted their Reshud at seven. This synchrony of activities meant that everything was going fine, that nothing was wrong. Thus, once something is out of place, like random theft at dawn, meant that everything else in the town was going to follow (like the murder committed in the tavern, for one). With the guards too busy investigating the tavern, no one was there to catch the thief, and it was only a matter of time before this things escalated.

However, all of these doubts somewhat melted when the woman beside him held his arm and met his gaze with hers. At that moment, Ren wondered how can pale lavenders be so comforting when there were so many questions dangling in the air with regard to the future of his village. When the jolt of purple electricity ran through the nerves of his skin, Ren's eyes widened as his mouth opened in a look of pleasant of surprise. The tiny violent fork mesmerized the musician who began to laugh in a voiceless fascination before looking at the woman again.

She had already begun talking about the town hall, and Ren only nodded in agreement. The town hall stored a lot of information with regard to the village's status. If anything, they might contain records of any sightings in the area. But, Ren gulped in doubt when he realized that Devlin had the social communication skill of a babe. Her choice of words were not exactly friendly or... normal, should he dare place it. She also had that righteous temper she needed to keep track of. Diplomacy was important in the field of politics, and, perhaps, he can help her out in that area should she decide on it. After all, he certainly did not want her reducing another person to an ashen heap with those purple electric surges of hers.

But, that can be topic for another day (or, a few hours later).

He placed a reassuring hand on top of hers which gripped his forearm. He then began to weave a series of signs which expressed the message of 'you can always expect my help; and this church will be your home as well'. A heavy silence already curtained the temple which served as the sign that the monks of Heren already slumbered on after an exhaustive night of prayers.

When Devlin expressed her intention to rest as well, Ren lit up as he began to lead her down the stairs where they could retire to his quarters for some well-earned rest. But, the dreary quiet made the surroundings of the village all the more clearer. The winds carried with them an ominous sound, almost like a cacophony of roars reverberating in the forest opposite of Nadska. Another breach of routine. Ren's neck snapped in the seeming direction of the noise like a prey sensing a predator. His gaze hardened as it swept over the blanket of darkness shrouding the woodlands, and his teeth bit at his bottom lip in worry.

He opted to turn his sights on Devlin before giving her a worried smile. He began to create his signs again.

'Did you hear that, too? I heard a roar.'

The musician turned his sights up to the night sky slowly being pierced with dawn's light. The red streaks of the sun forking out in wispy streams as it illuminated the shadows. He breathed in a fresh scent of air as if relishing the last few sights and scents of normalcy before everything goes into madness. He really wished that he was wrong, but with the trend of things, the world just wanted to keep proving him wrong.

'That is not what you are looking for, right?' Ren signed.

After a moment, Ren shook his head before offering a weak grin. He raised his hands again.

'My apologies-- burdening you with such thoughts when we should be resting, right?'

[User]
Corc began to step out of the forest, hoping to be able to spend the night in a tavern. More loud thumps could be heard throughout the forest from behind, causing the orc to stop immediately. He turned around to see what it was, but he was unable too. A load roar suddenly echoed throughout the forest, making Corc raise his guard. The darkness of the night made it difficult for him to see what was coming, and whatever it was had chosen to take caution in it's approach. The orc seemed confuzzled for a moment. "Corc no longer roaring and stomping...IS CORC HAVING DEJA VU?!" He muttered to himself.

That's when Foeldar appeared from the darkness of the night, his arms raised. The orc rose his arms immediately in response, catching Foeldar's arms firmly right before they smashed into his head. Despite catching it, the orc began to slide back further and further from the sheer force of Foeldar's strike. Corc seemed surprised and seemed to be having some trouble. "Urk...!" He'd fought many enemies in the past, but only very few had enough physical strength to push him back. The orc dug his feet slightly into the dirt, taking a more sturdy stance. He stopped sliding backwards. He began to use the strength of his own arms to try to push both his and Foeldar's arms towards their side. Corc frowned. "Why do trees keep attacking Corc?...Corc did nothing wrong!" He blurted out in response.

Both Corc and Foeldar's physical strength seemed on par with one another, causing it to essentially turn out into a power struggle between the two monstrosities. Corc had no intention of losing! He'd show this new tree opponent what for, too! "Corc will SMASH..." He huffed angrily, but then another roar emerged. But this time, it did not come from Corc or Foeldar's mouths, but from below. "CORC HUNGRY..." He muttered in a sad tone, as his stomach continued to growl. Corc had been travelling for several hours without eating.

[Assistant]
A low growl emanated from Foeldar's throat as Corc caught both of his mighty arms in it's hands. Foeldar pressed down with all of his might, but to no avail, as the orc had found its footing. Weakling. The growl became a low roar, building with his frustration at the orc's refusal to die. A rumble from below, and the orc kept yelling. The colossus took a deep breath and forced himself down upon the resilient creature with all the strength he could spare. Make it squeal. Foeldar's mouth shot wide open and released a raspy howl. A thick, cyan cloud poured out from within, the hallucinogenic spores quickly infiltrating Corc's lungs with every breath. It would only take a few spores, a few seconds to take hold.

The low roar slowly began to shift into a devilish chuckle as Foeldar retrieved his arms from the hands of his foe and delivered a swift but shallow kick to push the orc away, backing off slowly and watching intently for signs that the spores had fulfilled their purpose. Lily watched as the once gentle giant donned the face of an expectant murderer, standing emotionless by a distant tree. You're having too much fun. Foeldar's eyes drifted to her, attracted to the light glinting from her eyes. She was never there. He turned his head slowly back to Corc, expecting to see the orc struggling to comprehend the hallucinations that should've already begun. Foeldar had been holding back for as long as he could remember, but now he found an enemy worthy of his full might. Tonight was a night for fun. And he would have his fill.


[System]
Nickname(Optional): Pfft, no.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Of Average build with short dark hair, Neil isn't exactly the most unique specimen. He is fit but not noticeably so. He isn't big at all, but he is also not small. He has a face girls can find cute, but not exactly dreamy. Tanned skin and a ruddy complexion from all of the machine's he's worked on, coupled with the calluses on his hands gives him an experienced look despite the very youthful appearance he has. All in all, other than the twinkling of his eyes and the trademark grin, he is essentially average. He has dark eyes and very dark brown hair, enough to be considered black under most light. He's about 5'10 and 165 pounds.
Clothing: He often wears baggy pants, mostly military cargo. He likes to wear single colored T-Shirts. Usually he wears red.
Personality: Oh, now that is a question. To say Neil is eccentric is...well, that hits the nail on the head. Very good with hand-eye coordination, competent combatant, good engineer, and a daring pilot. But prone to sarcasm, snide remarks, unorthodox behavior, and just good old fashioned explosions. He's a born jokester, though behind his charming yet insufferable demeanor belies a certain intelligence, and to those he enjoys, he does tend to have a big heart.

[User]
Prince Aiden didn't know how to respond to this level of betrayal. "Wel- What can I do then?"

"Well I mean, the only thing that we can do now is kill your brother." Neil replied flippantly, talking out of his ass as he usually did in hairy situations. It usually worked, oddly enough. This time was no exception.

"I can't kill him." Aiden said, defeated. While the prince was in a downward spiral, Neil's brain was working a mile a minute. He approached the prince. "You're going to need to start thinking about this whole thing differently. Why do you wear dress uniform if you've never been in combat?"

"I have been in combat." Aiden said, though halfway through his sentence Neil started talking again, interrupting the prince. "Didn't he kill your father? Have you forgotten that you're now an orphan?" He let the words sink in. "Because of him? The brother you're trying to protect so much. Killed your father then your sister. He tried to duel you to the death when we were visiting and now he's framed you in front of the entire planet and it's put us in jeopardy too. You know usually I don't mind jeopardy-"

"Enough!"

"Unless it's the vidcaster game show-"

"I said shut up."

"We're in his compound now." Neil pressed. "I'm no assassin but if we don't do this, your father's murderer will win and I don't know about you but your dad seemed like a cool guy. You know maybe you were so far up your own ass you never noticed."

Aiden punched Neil in the face, staggering the Pilot. Taya's jaw dropped, her gasp audible. Neil caught himself as Aiden grabbed his bruised fist and rubbed it, looking at Neil in anger. The young pilot rebounded quickly, with only a split lip. But he didn't strike the prince back. Instead he tongued behind his gums, and then spat out a small bit of blood. "Was wondering if you had it in you." Neil said.

The Prince breathed heavily, but his eyes met those of Neil and they seemed to have a brief understanding. Neil had purposely goaded Aiden into rash action to prove he had the capability of not simply being a negotiator. Taya walked up and grabbed Neil's face, looking at his lip as she asked. "So what do we do?"

[Assistant]
unebug's mouth flattened into a hard line of disapproval as the brief scuffle unfolded. She glanced at Taya's screen as the girl moved to interpose herself between the two men. Most of it was nonsense to her, save for the running video of a news cast discussing the video of 'Aiden' killing his sister.

"How do we know he is even still here?" Aiden asked pointedly refusing to look at Neil.

"He probably is, down with the command group of this little coup," Sayeeda replied, running a hand through her slightly too long hair. She made a mental note never to leave the Highlander without her armor again and then mentally chided herself for it. You couldn't be on all the time, not and still be human at any rate.

"Besides he dosen't strike me as the kind to leave his hot little piece here..." she nodded at the trussed woman. She was awake now and gared at Sayeeda with impotent fury, unable to speak for the cargo tape over her mouth.

"... all alone," Sayeeda concluded and winked suggestively at the bound woman. Spots of color appeared on the other womans cheeks, making her look lovely rather than the enraged she was probably going for.

"What are our options then, go down their shooting? Surely it has to be more complicated than that."

"People always seem to think going in shooting is uncomplicated," Junebug complained philosophically.

"But he has already spread the video that shows you killing your sister," Taya interjected, "Will the people still support you?"

"I had enjoyed fairly broad based support, this conspiracy is based on whipping up uncertainty rather than any love for Alexander," Aiden said looking uncomortable.

"We can release the unedited footage," Taya said, "It might take a while but people will accept the …"

"Yeah yeah," Junebug interjected, "all very interesting points to consider after the usurper is dead. Taya get into the video feeds and find out where they are." The girl leaped to the console and began typing furiously.

The bound woman's eyes flicked to the door, beacuse Junebug was looking at her she caught the motion. The indicator had gone green, someone was in the hall. She lifted her weapon just as the door hissed open.

[User]
Senator Giaus entered the room, in the middle of reciting an oration he was to give soon before he realized that he stared down the barrel of a machine gun. He froze two steps in, gathering his wits to process just what had happened. Behind him four armed men held their weapons at the ready.

"Wait!" Giaus ordered his men, keeping them from unloading into the room. Neil had his gun aimed at Giaus's calm visage. The man wasn't elderly yet, but he was definitely aged, with a well groomed light grey beard and close cropped hair. His blue eyes were sharp and intelligent, and he would appear kindly if not for the circumstances that were transpiring at the moment. Giaus's eyes went to the gorgeous woman on the ground, and then back to Prince Aiden, and then to his companions.

Once the senator realized he was still alive, he began to speak. "I see you're resourceful," he said, and if Neil didn't know better, he could swear there was admiration in his voice. The men behind him wore tactical helms, darkened visors obscuring their faces. Giaus drew himself up, his arms and hands now firmly rested within the arms of his robes. "Come now, what do you hope to accomplish?" He asked. "Dar'mond is the mob. Even if you somehow succeeded here, Prince Aiden would need to convince millions he was innocent."

"I think you should be focusing more on how you're getting out of this mess," Neil said. Taya had already hidden herself behind the couch. "See we tend to shoot first and think strategic politics later, and as of this moment you're not giving us a lot of incentive to hold back."

[Assistant]
Gaius stiffend in fear but his face looked resolved. Junebug recognized the expression from the faces of rookie troopers about to run a gauntlet of enemy fire. The man clearly figured that so long as he held firm and survived he would be victorious. That didn't stop him from being afraid, but he probably didn't think Aiden would kill him out of hand. It as poor judgment indeed if the senator thought Aiden was even the second biggest threat in the room right now.

"Taya, can you pull up holocam footage from the security system?" Junebug asked as an idea crawled into her mind. Taya made a vexed sound from her monitor, artfully experessing how limited she judged Junebugs understanding of technical matters.

"Yes, but there are thousands of cameras in the palace, even sorting by confernce rooms or something it could take…"

"Can you back track from this stiff's arrival, I'm willing to bet he came from wherever they were holed up." The speculation as immediately borne out by a look of panic on Gaius' face. Taya spun back to the console and began furiously tapping buttons. It would take her a minute or so but using the sophisticated holo editing software it was at least possible.

"Did you know that they were going to kill my father," Aiden asked quietly. Gaius stiffened at the question and cast a sidelong look at the prince, his face becoming a mask of false disgust.

"You mean did I know that YOU were going to kill your father" the senator mocked. Aiden's eyes blazed with fury and he took a step closer to Gaius. The man must have known Aiden as a gentleman, or else his contempt for the prince overmastered his reason.

"For generation we have made do licking your family's boots for what scraps you give us, well from now on its going to be different, Alexander was so desperate that his handsome big brother not ascend to the throne 'he' was destined for. We wil supplant him within a year. I think we proved that your family is just as mortal as the rest of us when we killed dear old dad…"

Aiden made a growl of inarticulate rage and lunged at the seator. Junebug realised to late he was going for a pistol and leaped for the prince. Aiden smashed the butt of the weapon into the old man's nose with a sickening crunch that sent him staggering back. The big pistol went off just as Junebug grabbed Aiden's arm. The boom was deafening in the high ceilinged chamber. Gaius screamed and pitched back against a wall, clutching his hip where blood welled between his fingers.

"You idiot!" Junebug snapped as she pulled the pistol from the prince's hand.

"He killed my father, I have every right…" The palace alarm began to sound, a high warbling sound.

"You had the right?!" She pointed her assault rifle at the moaning senator offhanded and squeezed the trigger. A half dozen rounds stuttered out, jerking the man spasmodically and spraying blood and brain matter against one of the expensively polished walls.

"Who gives a fuck about your rights? Now the whole fucking palace knows we are here!" she snarled, thrusting the pistol back into Aiden's hand and springing for the door to the patio. It as securely locked barring retreat to the air car, not that it would have been a great option with the anti-air defences alerted. She put three rounds into the reinforced glass, resulting in little more than a scratch.

"Looks like the only way out is through," she said, her voice growing calmer as her options narrowed and there was nothing left to do but actually act.

"Taya feed as the route as you decode it, Neil, lets go," she commanded, leaping over the remains of the senator and racing deeper into the palace.