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Age: Unknown (Part of the mystery!)

Race: 'Gifted' human

A healthy, radiant complexion and brilliant emerald irises make for a pleasant first-glance at the woman. Though the lack of sun-starved, pale skin may leave one wondering if the woman isn't from some sunbathed region. The smooth accent rolling from her tongue indicates otherwise, though it is difficult to place.

Keen features add to the intensity of her gaze; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline furthering the appearance of ferocity that goes well beyond the woman's underlying wolfish nature.

Raven locks fall to her lower back--assuming the woman has actually let them loose. It's more often she's seen with her hair twisted into a careful knot or a neat ponytail.

The result of ceaseless, almost obsessive, training is difficult to conceal behind any given attire. Her thick frame is undoubtedly more muscle than fat--though it offers a contrast to the sharpness of her visage if one takes the time to note the curvature of her figure.

Few scars are visible on her form, though on the occasion they are it would seem the woman bears very few. Faint lines cross her chest diagonally, similar lines replicating the effect on her upper back. Nicks and slender markings are scattered over her flesh here or there, the lines having grown so faint it is difficult to take note of them at all.

She exudes confidence bordering on a cocky attitude. Every graceful step is taken with a sureness, a sense that the woman is never second-guessing where she's headed; even if it's simply to slip inside a tavern for an evening drink.

Elizabeth has an unusual set of powers. While she is known for her excellence in studying shadow oriented magics, her origin leaves her with the additional benefit of her God's blessing; sharp eyesight, a sensitive sense of smell, and a pair of canines that seem almost out of place though they are relatively small. Her athletic abilities are increased as a result of this blessing. (See history for further explanation!). She has training in acrobatics, necessary medicine (field medic), and maintains the ability to utilize materials to create curious little trinkets littered with magic that produced unusual results.

Throughout Elizbeth's form the glint of steel is noticeable.

- A total of 10 throwing blades rest at her thighs, three strapped to the outer thighs, two to the inner thighs. This protects those vital arteries as well as provides additional weapons!

- Two daggers are sheathed at her hips, carrying a curious, deep violet glow.

- The inside of her boots are lined with much smaller blades, far too small to be adequate weapons in combat. Each was coated with a carefully crafted poison.

- A flintlocke bearing ornate designs, elven in nature, remains holstered toward the back of her belt.

- A bag clearly impacted by magic carries far more than it should.

- Though her pauldrons are small in appearance, clever tinkering has lead to their lining... tubing that connects one pauldron to a canister concealed in the other. When activated it releases a gaseous neurotoxin.

- Hidden beneath her leather bracers is a spring activated blade (Assassin's Creed style yes, sue me!).

South of the primary human Kingdom of Peilos rests the much smaller, secluded Kingdom of Lyceum (lie-see-uhm). The walled in region is tucked away on the southern coast, buried in a sea of pines and everpresent fog. The constant rain makes it a least favorite destination on any tourists lists, and if that didn't scare off the average traveler, the stories very well might. The Lycians (lie-see-ahn) were a separate community of humans, defected from their primary peoples thousands of years prior to the culmination of the great war between the elves and the humans. Though it began as a religious community, the dedication of their priests brought them the gift of their god. He was known simply as 'the great wolf'. If he had a name, no one spoke it, and the rumors that trickled from the once open city were twisted and altered over time. The humans there had been granted exceptional strength and speed, their grace no less benefited from the blessing though they become a brutal foe. The grin of a Lycian offered a showcase of pearly white, deadly teeth. The signature of these "creatures" as they were now deemed, was the brilliant yellow coloration of their eyes.

Elizabeth overtly was nothing particularly special. With a heavy hood to hide her features, none would know she carried any such blessing. Dark leathers constantly adorned her form, the woman's choice of accessory always the glint of steel. She was but a simple traveler if she was allowed to keep that hood on. This comfort did not last.

In the beginning she was known only within the walls of her own home. An accomplished assassin, rising through the heavily corrupted ranks of her city. Having separated themselves with thick stone walls and heavy iron gates, the citizens of the region had become reclusive, and ultimately infighting had begun. Their newfound immortality (or so it is rumored) lead to the realization that none would pass on to allow another to inherit title, to work along the ladder of nobility through not only achievement but the death of others. Assassination was more than a carefully concealed profession within these walls, it was a lifeblood. The very essence of the city. It's recent history was bathed in blood.

It was no surprise then that during the war a curious letter found itself on Elizabeth's desk, a sophisticated loopy script detailing the events of the greater world beyond those gates, and the need for someone as talented as her. She left the safety of her walls, of the towering pines and constant storm clouds, only to find herself ostracized.

While her work in the war had earned her heavy praise from her allies, her enemies were far less keen, and those bright yellow eyes made it clear she was not 'pure' in her humanity. Her home likewise had turned, shutting their gates in the interest of maintaining their reclusive status, naming Elizabeth nothing short of a traitor to their tiny nation.

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Thortan heard the booming echo of Liz's magics colliding with his, the sky darkened as the spells became intertwine. He sensed the promise of death in the new wards, his face locked in a grim position. He walked into his room, beakers filled tables, some filled with fluid, others waiting for use. Along the walls were books filled with every subject imaginable. He got to the last shelf and pulled out several rolls of parchment. Walked back to a semi clear table and began to lay them out. Maps of the surrounding area decorated the scrolls, the dark elf had surveyed the land himself.

"I would hazard a guess that they sent a runner to the king, from this distance it would take a week at a good pace to reach Valsera, maybe two days to condense his main army, a month to return with that many men. I am sure the natural dangers of the forest would prevent them from entering the rear side. But just in case, I must warn the hidden denizens all the same. I should have Liz lay traps through the front of the forest, to slow and thin the men. Lias training will have to accelerate if she is to help more efficiently. And I should begin brewing my potions. There just isn't enough time!!" Thortan flipped the table angrily. Than he threw a ball of darkness at some of his science supplies, the glass shattering as it came into contact with the spell.

"This is ridiculous, if I was at full strength none of this would matter!! The war would be over in days!! I just want this to end." He said to himself. "Is this what you wanted you old crone's?? Just sitting up there, looking in your pensive, weaving your bloody tapestry!! Lap it up while you can, have your fun, we will figure this out. And we won't need your help this time!!" He smashed an other vial in anger, than he sat in his bed, the energy leaving him.

[Assistant] Lia exhaled slowly, her task given to her by Thornton done. She trudged into the house with Aziza by her side. She heard crashed coming from deeper into the house. She let Aziza run ahead to check out the noise, watching from within Aziza's jagged amber eyes as her feline body wound its way down a small staircase. Aziza peered through the bars of the stairs to watch Thornton overcome and heaving himself onto a massive bed. Lia gasped softly, not understanding the depths of emotions she was unwittingly watching. Aziza retreated slowly, knowing without a doubt that Thornton knew Aziza had seen him. She retreated, letting him bring it up should he want to. She would pretend she didn't see this private moment if that's what he desired. Lia began looking for a bedroom to bring her things to. She searched upwards, being drawn to the west tower, up a black spiral staircase to a suite of rooms that were separated by landings on the spiral stair, each landing a different room. The first, a greeting room and foyer. The second landing she came upon was a small dark wood library. Recessed book shelves graced the walls and large windows flooded the space, contrasting with the dark wood to create a cozy reading area. The third landing was a work room, daggers and broadswords dotted the walls along with wicked looking spears and blades she had no names for. Her breath was stolen from her as her eyes ate up the well lit workout space, lined with mirrors and a springy mat floor. In the corner of the room a smaller set of spiral staircase led her to the final floor, a modest bedroom tucked into a loft, brightly colored wall tapestries hung from the ceiling and cascaded down the walls, giving the room a cozy vibrant nod to her home. The pillows on the bed were trimmed with delicate gold and silver thread that shimmied in the light of the room, and the dressers were painted a bright orange gold and blue dizzying patterns sliding over rough hewn wood, a modest dresser with an immodest soul. Vibrancy and love drifted from the room, calling Lia. Aziza bounded onto the bed, her tummy turned upward as she began to wriggle and scratch her back on the bed. Lia's mouth perked up. " You like it too, huh?" Lia put her hand on the panthers belly and pet her strong stomach and sides. Her mind had drifted to Samir briefly, knowing he would love this room when he got here. A noise from the lowest staircase alerted both to someone entering her rooms. The stood still as they waited for the intruder to come further...be them sinister or friend.


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"I'm just following orders. Sorry about this."
Race: Human (hunter)
Age: 24
Elemental Power or Weapons:
Weaknesses: He's only human- he might be able to take a hit better than the average joe, but a fireball spell or something else of sufficient power will put him down as easily as anyone else. Dimitri holds a lot of doubt about his work which can occasionally cause him to hesitate on the field of battle.

Bio: Dimitri comes from a long family line of hunters who's roots can be tracked as far back as the Salem witch trials. What sets the Cromwell family apart from other hunting families however is the fact that they refuse to do their work for the church, God, or any sort of belief in the greater good. The only thing that spurs the Cromwell family on is money. They have ended many family lines all in the name currency, be it coin or cash. Dimitri's father was no exception to this rule, something Dimitri figured out early on when he was pulled into the family business. Throughout his youth Dimitri was armed and trained for the task, even going so far as to go out with his father on hunts for more hands on experience. At first Dimitri's childish innocence and complete trust in his father led him to view the hunts as something that was no different than the hunting of vermin, but as time went on Dimitri began to actually question some of the things he did, though he never could find the will power to actually resist his father's wishes. After moving out, Dimitri took to hunting less and less, only picking up his activity when his father was in town. He would eventually be approached by representatives of the Homeland ruler after being recommended to them by his father.

Personality: A mellow if not somewhat pessimistic fellow, Dimitri tends to be the guy that, if dragged to a party, would much rather stick to a corner and mutter about how he'd rather be at home watching television in his recliner with a cold beer. This isn't to say that Dimitri is timid, rather he's simply not the most sociable of people. This is especially true when it comes to his hunts, as he'll often avoid working with others, especially those that take joy in their actions. Dimitri views witch hunting not as a hobby or duty, but as an unsavory job that he only keeps to make his family happy. Dimitri holds no animosity towards the magically inclined, and while he is still willing to hunt and combat witches and wizards of a violent nature, Dimitri will occasionally turn his head the other way and allow the more lax ones to get away provided that he's met his quota and they agree to stay under the radar.
Appearance:
Other: He keeps a three year old Rhodesian ridgeback named Brutus that he uses to scent track witches and wizards.

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Being too close to actually avoid the fire thrown his way Dimitri was forced to sacrifice a sizable chunk of skin on his right forearm to protect his face and throat from the lethal flames. A few sparks ignited his shirt, forcing the hunter to tear it away to reveal a chiseled body covered with scars from training and hunts alike. The pain in Dimitri's arm was almost too much to bear as his skin blistered and cracked from the extreme heat, he nearly bit his tongue off to avoid screaming out. An animalistic fury welled up in Dimitri's gut with a heat to rival the flames around him, however he quashed it, refusing to give in to his base urges. He was taught better than that, he fought with his brain, not his emotions. Dimitri locked eyes with the molten visage before him, exuding fury that was cold, laser like, and extremely focused to make up for the fact that he hadn't gone savage with rage and pain, "I'll split you open." he hissed coldly.

Dimitri lunged again, holding his breath as he closed the gap between himself and Trick with alarming speed, though leaving enough space to avoid the range of the sword. This was where his weapon shined, it's range allowed Dimitri to control his opponent's central line if he chose to do so. Dimitri crouched and slashed upwards to split the wizard from his groin to his scalp, leaving Trick with precious few options and seconds for a reaction. The weapon continued to crackle and shoot off small arcs of electricity. The burn that such spark would give more than likely would do nothing to the wizard, but even still, getting zapped with electricity wasn't exactly pleasant unless you were a lightning wielder.

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Aidon couldn't bare to see his fellow hunter and friend be burned alive. Damn me if there is another.. he thought. He lunged forward and down onto the molten ground slowing his fall with his dark cloak. As he landed he re extended his Scythe and a burst of dark wind flew around him. Aidon nodded at Dimitri showing him that he was joining the fight. Aidon closed in on the Wizards back "Tred carefully Wizard" He hissed and clenched his jaw swinging his Scythe along his side. He knew that his threat was weak seeing how this Wizard showed power more than any he had seen.

Aidon looked at Dimitri for a sign of attack or strategy at all. As he looked he watched the Wizard closely for him to move.

[User] The hunter dashed toward him, weapon ready. Trick weaved to the side, lightning arcing from the blade to him, stinging. Trick dodged the blade and dashed back in, getting cut across his right arm. He dashed forward, ducking low and slicing upward, his blade hissing as it went. Trick aimed not for the hunter but the weapon he held. His blade soared up, smoke slithering behind as the fire roared. "By fire be purged."

[Assistant] Dimitri smirked as he noticed Aidon join the fray out of the corner of his eye. His relief was short lived as Trick dodged his attack and retaliated with a blow of his own. The cut on his arm burn horribly as the fire served to cauterize his flesh. While this meant that his wounds would not bleed, Dimitri also knew that this meant that there was a high probability of infection if he didn't tend to his arm soon. He snapped back to avoid receiving another blow, but he quickly darted forward again, refusing to give Trick any other openings. This time rather than going for the linear attacks Dimitri went for the unorthodox and frankly downright dirty. Dimitri shot his arm forward, sending the weapon, though his target was not actually flesh. Instead Dimitri stabbed at the open air directly between Trick's legs, then with both hands he yanked upwards sharply to send the flat of the blade into the wizard's groin. Even though he didn't actually attack with the sharp portion of the blade Dimitri knew that what he was doing was petty, cruel, and violated the most sacred of the unspoken rules of male combat, but it was something that needed to be done. "DON'T GIVE HIM AN OPENING!" Dimitri barked to Aidon as he swung he weapon upwards.

[User] "Eye for an eye, ball for a ball, bitch." Trick said through gritted teeth, he kicked upwards the metal reinforced tip raising toward the hunters genitals. His book covered in flame, he kicked with all his might. The boot only inches away from it's target, a pained smile stretched across Trick's face at the thought of the hunters soon to be lost children. The collective pained gasps signified both attacks had hit, leaving both the hunter and Trick dazed and in pain.

[Assistant]
Theodora heard a blast come from the alley as she walked away. She whipped around only to find a hunter chasing after a witch or wizard she couldn't see. Theodora, as she was turning back around she saw a a male figure walk out of the alley way, but he didn't seem hurt. Nooooo... I can't get caught!! Theodora ducked into an underground sub way, only to walk into the middle of what looked like a Wizard and two hunters fighting. Jesus!! They are all over the place!! The girl picked up her cat and stood in the entrance way of the subway, hoping to stay out of sight until the fight ended.
She watched as the fire wizard attacked hunter, seemingly without reason. After awhile, the second hunter disappeared and the larger hunter and the fire wizard continued to fight it out. Theodora watched with horror as the fire wizard attacked ruthlessly, singing the hunter's flesh, creating some harsh burns on the wizards arm. When the fight finally seemed to come to a halt, Theodora rushed out into the subway. "Stop!!" She waved her arm lifting the stray grains of dirt off of the ground. She created a barrier around herself so she could walk through the fire without burning herself. She crossed to the hunter and knelt down beside him.
"Please, let me heal your arm. It will get infected if you don't take care of it properly. A magical wound can more difficult to heal..." She didn't look the hunter in the eye, she only looked at the burn. She reached for the hunter's arm, glancing every now and then at the other hunter, hoping he wouldn't attack her.

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Maxi was walking with the little ice witch when he told her that he would take her in for the night. First thing's first, Maxi needed to make it home so they could have a faster ride. "hey...we will be taking the subway home ok? it's faster than just walking back." the little ice witch nodded as they went down a couple blocks until reaching the entrance towards the station and made their way down.

Something seemed strange when Maxi could smell something burning and kept the girl behind him to check what was going on only to find a fight between two hunters and a wizard....and he caught the sight of another young woman there as well looking to tend to one of the people there. Maxi stared at them, getting the drift and had the notion to want to leave and just walk home instead of finding trouble again. "Look...um...let's just turn and leave ok?" Maxi said to the little ice witch as she nodded as well. Both started to back away.

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Bastian just came back from bringing in another wizard who was hiding in a church and decided that it would be time to retire for the day after an intense investigation that lasted 20 hours involving the last wizard. Strapping his special crossbow, Bastian walked down the sidewalk as people who recognized what he was, gave his either a dirty look or a smile seeing that the profession he's under were mixed in view at best. Bastian didn't care though because his very purpose were to stop any and all potential threats that wizards and witches bring. Bastian thought about his ultimate goal of capturing Cain, the crime lord who burned his house down, killing his wife and unborn child. That was the very reason he joined in the first place because he had more freedom as a hunter than he did as a police officer worrying about jurisdictions and what laws he could not bend. hunting a wizard allowed him to do whatever the fuck he wanted no matter how cruel and no matter how unreasonable.

Continuing his stroll, Bastian looked out the corner of his eyes to witness some guy jumping out the window and creating a pillar under him. At first, Bastian though that from the long hours of working, he was just seeing things but he gave a double take and realized that the pillar the individual used, disappeared. This gave a confirmation that this is another wizard and should not pass up the opportunity to capture him. It's the organization's motto to attack these magical freaks on sight so...with that. Bastian stopped to observe this man to see what he was going to do but Bastian blended in with the pedestrians so to not alarm the guy and slowly started to draw out his crossbow.

[Assistant]
Tai

Logan watched as the man pulled back his crossbow ever so carefully and he let out a brusque breath, Again? I thought I had dealt with these jerks. He threw up a carbon wall before he could shoot, and he ran behind him, quickly jumping a fence that was in the alleyway and briskly dodging all of the garbage thrown on the ground by bums. He pulled out the prototype "fire extinguisher" and thought about using it. Too overkill. Logan had decided and threw it backward, hoping that the hunter chasing him would trip over it. After doing so he continued sprinting, but hoped it exploded a tiny bit. The destruction would be glorious, you could almost see the fire burning in his eyes. Logan jumped into the air and made a carbon pillar shoot from the ground under him, extending his jump height tremendously. He landed on a rooftop of an apartment and let out a breath. I don't want to deal with this right now. I have to try and fit in, not get noticed like that...

[User] Pain subsiding, Trick stood up as a small girl came over, she was a witch as evident by the magic she used. He glared as she went over to help the hunter. "Stop helping him you whore." Trick roared at he girl, venom dripping from his gaze. The flames on his body changing to a deep, bright red. The heat increasing, "You have made a mistake here young witch, remember this." The fire brightened to a golden bloom, blinding those around. Trick's body crumbled to ash, carried away in the wind; leaving only his mask, half melted on the ground.

[Assistant] Aidon rushed to the hunter and witches side. Still catching his breath from the smoke that was still in the air. "I've never seen anything like him" he said directed toward Dimitri. He looked at the girl and held the hilt of his scythe. "W..why do you chose to help?" He looked at her, studying her for an answer. "Why do you not fear us?" He watched closely then looked over to the pile of ash in where the fire wizard had disappeared. An unsettling feeling came over his body. This young girl was strang indeed.


[System]
Age:
30

Sex:
Female

Race:
Half Dwarf by her mother, half Human (Rivaini) by her father.

Class:
Rogue/Duelist

Appearance:
At first glance, Feri could quite easily pass as a strangely tall Dwarf, or a very short human, what with her mixed blood giving her a strange height for both races. Her figure is less stocky than that of a female Dwarf, with a more defined waist and hips, and being generally slimmer in the arms and legs. However, in human standards, she would be considered as curvaceous and voluptuous. Her face too, is more angular than that of a dwarf, with prominent cheekbones, full lips, and green eyes.

Feri's Rivaini heritage has given her a tanned complexion, lighter than that of her Father, but enough so to indicate she is no pale-skinned Fereldan. Her skin is mostly clear around her face, barring a few freckles across her nose, which will appear when she's been in the sun too long; however, her body is littered with scars of past skirmishes. While most remain minor, the pale scar tissue stands out against her tanned skin and makes them more obvious. Not that she cares, that is – the main one she dislikes is a particularly deep one running down the length of her back. The tissue there is knotted and ugly, but as it's usually hidden by either clothes or her nearly waist-length hair, she doesn't really have issues with it. As for her hair – a black so dark it almost has tinges of blue in it – it is rarely tied up, usually with some strands plaited together to frame her face, or pushed back with a colourful scarf or bandana.

As far as her outfits go, they are as lightweight and durable as any other rogue's. Leather and fur in a theme of browns and blue's; her leather armour consists of a teal cotton undershirt with elbow-length sleeves; a brown corset and leggings along with knee-length leather boots, light leather pauldrons and gauntlets with teal fingerless gloves beneath. She also has a lightweight and tattered brown leather coat, trimed with fur along the neck and shoulders and tied with a blue sash. As for jewellery, she has seven piercings; two in each earlobe, three along the cartilage of her right ear and two along her left; she also wears her father's amulet (Medium in size, gold, and with a sapphire pendant set within), and a woven leather bracelet – a good luck token from Antiva.

Personality:
While generally a pleasant sort of individual, Feri can often come across as brusque and tactless - not caring much for whining or complaining, she prefers the philosophy of "Get over it and fix the issue." There's no point in feeling sad or angry over something you can't control - all it will do is make you feel worse and not help the situation at all. While this advice can often seem overly harsh - especially if the situation is particularly dire - Feri can be compassionate. She feels a driving need to look after the underdog, the weak or the helpless, particularly children. Because of that, she is appreciative of strength and solidarity, particularly in the face of danger.

In terms of the varying politics of the land, Feri tries to keep herself removed from it all - unless it begins to threaten herself or her morals. She will not stand for discrimination against a race or people, particularly if it is over something they cannot control. Sympathy is often shown for elves and Mages for the toils of their lives, unless they've been ungracious towards someone offering aid. While she can understand hesitancy when trusting others, she gets annoyed when someone becomes angry at everyone for what only a small group has done. To her, life is too short to remain angry for all of it.

Backstory:
Work in progress - y'all know it anyhoo!

Weapons
2 shortswords, steel.
Several steel knives of varying length and style hidden about her body.

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She couldn't stop a grin growing on her face as Rannon recounted stories from his childhood. Feri could feel the warmth and nostalgia in his voice, and it was almost infectious. What with how grim he'd looked when thinking about his past since she'd known him, she'd expected some depressing tale of slavery or abuse. A common tale for peasants, and not just in Ferelden. More than a few of the crew of her father's ship were runaways from some horrible life. She wondered then what Rannon would be like on a pirate ship; the image in her mind was both amusing and... rousing. Before her imagination ran away with her, Feri thought up a response for her friend.

"Well, you'd be surprised how much fighting and flower-picking have in common." She responded jokingly, amused at the thought of a tiny version of Rannon throwing punches at village louts while clutching onto daisies. "And it's always nice to stick up for siblings. Nice to have siblings, actually. I remember as soon as I hit the age of 6 I was begging my parents for a little brother or sister. I don't doubt they didn't try plenty of times, but I think a union between a human and dwarf was too rare to yield more than one child." She shrugged idly, gazing into the dregs of her tankard. "I had to make do with the mousers we had on board, but they soon got sick of playing soldiers and darkspawn with me." They also couldn't hold swords, or attack her when she demanded. But the yowling was a pretty good impression of a genlock, though her 6 year old self certainly didn't know that.

"How many siblings do you have then? Did they join the army like you?" She asked, realising that Rannon hadn't mentioned his family at all before now, and certainly hadn't mentioned any brothers or sisters. Glancing down at the panting Mabari, Feri also wondered how long Rannon had had Gideon. Judging by their bond, she could only guess a good few years.

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Rannon gave a small laugh, smiling at her joke and watching her eyes. Below the table his right knee bounced, and he rested his chin on one of his hands as he watched her talk. There was a warmth in his chest and a restlessness to his body, yet at the same time he was comfortable. In essence, by the maker was she cute. Her smile and her exotic eyes, and the curl of her hair waving down her shoulders. Not to mention she was funny and witty.

And of course, those thoughts led to him appreciating how...attractive her form was too, but he did his best to suppress those thoughts. She was both adorable and hot, but she wouldn't ever consider the same about him. Now wasn't the time in any rate, even though he very much would rather think of her than dwell on the burnt remains of his current life.

"You played soldiers and darkspawn?" He asked, letting out a chuckle. "You know if we weren't already doing that more than enough, I wouldn't have minded playing that with you. I love sparring, honestly." It was one reason why he was in the tournament. Or, why he didn't mind being in the tournament. He was there by necessity of their situation of course. It was just, if this was a normal day in normal circumstances, he could see himself joining recreationally too.

"How many siblings do you have then? Did they join the army like you?" She asked. He gave a softer smile this time, and his eyes traveled down to the table. "No, none of them did. Edmund's an armorer's apprentice, and Wilfred I hear is going to follow my mother's business." Rannon said, thinking inwardly. "They're both younger than me. Edmund by 2 years and Wilfred by 4. I haven't been very close to them in awhile, though. Me beating up those people who messed with them was when I was a kid." He breathed in deep. "After I joined the army, I'd only seen them a few times."

He wondered if they were ok. He knew they had to be. Ironbrook wasn't without its outposts and watch, but still... Rannon pushed those thoughts away and focused on the present. His eyes lifted back up to Feri's face. He didn't know what to say next, actually. I know this will sound weird but I like listening to you talk, can you talk more? Yeah like that'll be smooth. He paused, simply looking at her contentedly. "I think I'm kind of too tired to think of anything to say, but I also don't feel like sleeping yet." He said, hoping she caught on instead of thinking he wanted her to leave. It was nice sitting here, honestly.


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Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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First five minutes passed, then ten, then fifteen. Caspian frowned at the black screen of his phone. Iris had never been late to call him before. Every time the device blinked on, his heart jumped, and he hoped it was finally the call he'd been waiting for, only to be disappointed when he saw another text back from Jay or Miles. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, he could feel his nerves setting in the longer he went without hearing the coveted chirp of an incoming call. She had to have been mad at him. There was nothing else he could think of to explain it. She was stuck at the resort with nowhere else to go while the military was looking for her, so it wasn't like she was busy. Of course, he supposed she could have fallen asleep on him this time, but it seemed unlikely too.

Letting his breath out in a tense sigh, he drummed his fingers against his leg. He wanted to apologize to her for taking their conversations for granted recently, but if she was giving him the cold shoulder, there was nothing he could do to reach her… Aside from see her in person to have the conversation, that was. He wondered if it was even possible. Now that he was king, it felt like the royal guards were monitoring him even closer than they had been when he was just the heir to the throne. His father had never left the building without multiple escorts either, so he wasn't sure if he could get away with a trip to the Sunset Veil alone.

At this point, it seemed to be worth a shot though. He didn't want to leave things sour between himself and Iris, so, getting up from the bed, he changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, threw on a pair of shoes and headed out his bedroom door.

At first, it seemed like he would be able to get away with the impromptu trip. The guards he passed in the hallway only bowed their heads politely as he passed by. No one bothered to ask what he was doing—until he neared the door to the garage.

"Your Majesty, where are you going?"

Cas cringed at the sound of Jacob's voice behind him. His hand hovered over the door knob, and he turned to see the head of security standing with his arms folded over his chest like a skeptical parent. "I wanted to go for a drive," he bluffed, shifting his weight uncomfortably. He'd never been a very good liar, especially when someone else was putting him on the spot. Still, he did his best as he offered up a fake explanation: "I need some time to myself after… you know, all the meetings and stuff I've had to go to over the last two weeks… Driving helps me clear my head."

Jacob studied him silently. It was common knowledge that Aspiria's newest monarch did enjoy driving to destress, but he was observant enough to tell that something was off with the younger man's behavior. "Why now?" he asked. "It's late, sire, and we're still inspecting the city's borders for weaknesses beyond the forest. Right now, the royal line is vulnerable, so I feel it would be better for you to stay here for the night."

Cas chewed the inside of his lip. He could tell by Jacob's tone that the guard wasn't going to budge about letting him take off alone while it was dark out. Still, he didn't want to give up when he may have lost his only form of communication with Iris. He couldn't handle the thought of making her more miserable in the capital than she already was. "What about tomorrow?" he posed, letting his hand drop from the knob. "I really need a break from everything. Can I cancel a morning appointment to go for a drive during the day?"

Jacob pursed his lips. "Are you sure that's the best idea? You have a meeting scheduled with the warden to sentence some of our war criminals. It will be an important opportunity for you to establish yourself as a strong leader."

"Push it back to the afternoon. I'll skip lunch," Cas suggested.

Jacob hesitated. He wanted to press the young king further about the matter, sensing that something wasn't right, but he didn't have the authority to disobey a direct order. So instead, he merely bowed his head, "I'll speak with your PR agent about it."

"Thanks, Jacob," Cas felt his shoulders relax.

Jacob nodded and turned to leave, then paused to add one more thing: "And Your Majesty… I hope you know that if there's anything weighing on your mind, you can talk to me about it. As a friend."

Cas blinked, caught off guard by the offer. For half a second, he was almost tempted to spill the fact that he was still seeing Iris and tell the guard that he was having a hard time fixing all the problems that were preventing them from being together. He wanted someone to talk to. However, a voice in the back of his head warned him that it might not be a good idea, so he just nodded back, "Thanks… I'll keep that in mind."

With that, the two parted ways, and the fledgling king headed back to his bedroom. He was still worried about Iris, but at least he had a plan in place to see her the next morning. It was better than nothing, so he changed back into his nightclothes and settled down in bed, hoping to get some sleep before he would make the drive to the resort the following day.

[Assistant]
Tears welled in her eyes as she began to digest everything that had just happened in that phone call. How had it come to this? Everything she loved threatened to disappear in the space of one call. Masie, her best friend. Someone she had grown up with, the one person who had gone through all the bad and disgusting parts of her life would get hurt if she didn't do something about it. The same friend who had helped her get Caspian back to the city no questions asked and no hesitation with what repercussions could happen to her if caught. Curling her hand into a fist as she felt herself tremble, unable to stop herself from crying as she was at a loss of what to do.

Then there was Caspian, someone she truly loved, and she didn't want to see any harm come to him. Ethan was now threatening him once more and all she had to do was return home to him to get him to stop? There was also doubt at the idea of Ethan knowing where to kill him, was that a lie? Would he follow through? Ethan had said exactly where she was staying, perhaps he could break into the security like that. Lifting her head up from her lap to the tossed aside phone her heart felt heavy as she hefted a sigh before running fingers through her hair. Everything felt like it was crashing down on her, drowning her as she struggled to breath wading through all the rubbish that was happening right now and she felt completely alone. There was no one here to reassure her and tell her that everything would be okay.

What does it matter, I doubt Cas would care if I go. With all our chats lately, maybe he has lost interest. It's not like we could publicly be together. I'm more work than he needs right now. As the initial thoughts and doubts started to seep in, she could feel the negative aura surround her starting the spiral of worries that she had tried to keep locked away.

For him, for his people and everything I've done. I have to go. Slowly she started to push herself from the floor, tears still falling as she focused her gaze to the sofa her usual place of comfort. How could she put herself in front of those she cared deeply for, if anything happened to Caspian or Masie because she didn't go home, she would never forgive herself and that made her no better than the rebels. It was something she had been considering anyway, slipping back to the districts as it would be better for Cas if she wasn't a part of his life. This only cemented the decision on going home, the only problem she now faced was a time limit. Three days to get back, to show Ethan she would keep her word and he would keep his in not causing any harm to Cas or Maisie.

It was high time she faced her fate; Iris knew she was on borrowed time and she would cherish the time spent here and with Cas. It would be favoured memories of hers and help see her through the disarray of the districts so at least there was that positive. Throwing herself onto the couch she settled on her side as she stared at the blank TV not even bothering to put something on to cover the silence. Lost in her own trance she found herself stuck in her thoughts of what the right thing to do would be. No matter the scenarios or the words she could only come up with one conclusion. To leave. For him.

Time didn't feel real at all for her, the hours passed without her notice as she continued to stare at the blank TV screen. There was no sleep for her that night, not with all thee thoughts she was trying to process. Even as the sun through the window she didn't move from her place on the couch just staring blankly in front of her. Trays of untouched food stacked behind neatly in the kitchen, the bed upstairs neatly made looking like she barely slept in there. All she could think of this was day one out of three to find a way home. Dark circles where evident in her tired eyes signalling just how little she had slept, but she cared little for her appearance, even if she did look like a zombie from one of those ridiculous movies she had watched. By now the tears had stopped, but the emotions hadn't and nor had her resolve to go home.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Slot, his completely ordinary revolver. A brand of revolver that could quite easily be constructed and sold right off the counter in any shop that could legally sell guns. Yep, just his not out of the ordinary gun that he carries around, nothing to really see here.

So, with that out of the way, we can get to the fun stuff! Now, there are two reasons why the gun is called slot. First, he calls his bullets coins, and pretends the 'coins' are going into the 'slot'. He likes to imagine things. Second, the orderly and simplistic design of his weapon makes it quite easy to add any attachments into his gun, thus, making it so that his gun has tons of slots for add-ons! He came up with that name all by himself. There are several variants of his weapon, all attachments are kept within his light weight pack with other things crammed inside.

The base of Valin's arsenal, carrying basic iron sights and nothing else.

If Stealth is the name, this is his main. Built to cut down on noise, reduce recoil, and no longer emit muzzle flash. No one will know what hit them if they are the target.

Sometimes, the best kill is from afar. The extended barrel allows the bullet to travel in controlled manner than before, which increases the accuracy of the gun.

Two items with the price of one! The stock combines both the reliable accuracy of the extended barrel and reduces recoil! Very handy when used in medium range, but less so in close combat.

Want to be more stealthy with a handgun? Say no more with these modification! The Silencer combined with the Stock allows for perfect accuracy and minimum recoil with the silent kill looming over the target.

Have you ever wished to be a sniper, but only have a cruddy revolver? Well... Look at these things! The combination of these add-ons make for the perfect sniper/revolver. Just one point, aim, and click from far away and the target is dead!

Want to go super commando black-ops? These are your modifications, just make sure that you have the time to put all these things on as the amount of add-ons are quite large. And if you run out of coins, use it as a club!

Whew, with so many combinations to choose from, how do you make the probability tree even larger? Why, use different coins of course! These coins will just make things more hectic also combined with dust! Just what is this boy thinking? Why does he have so many choices to choose from? Why do I keep talking when I should be explaining the types of coins and dusts? Find out, in the next hider.

FMJ - Full Metal Jacket

* They normally penetrates through flesh, not used for hunting or self-defense.

FMJRN - Full Metal Jacket Round Nose

* Used normally for handguns and rifles.

FMJBT - Full Metal Jacket Boat Tail

* More aerodynamic, long shot bullets

OTM - Open Tipped

* Better grade FMJ, only slightly better than FMJ.

HP - Hollow Point

* Default bullet. Greater impact when hitting, stops within body.

SP - Soft Point

* Alternative to HP, similar to FMJ. Weaker than HP, but still greater than FMJ.

Ballistic Tip

* Best of both worlds, better than HP and FMJ.

Frangible

* Softer than most bullets, weak enough to shatter into pieces when hitting a surface.

Steel Core

* Armor piercing, dangerous situation if ricochets.

Tracer

* Shows the pathing of the bullet, often starts fires.

* Red = Fire
* Dark Blue = Ice
* Yellow = Lightning
* Green = Wind

Wow! That is a lot of stuff to handle! Amrite!? Well, nothing that Valin can't handle. He likes being random, or make people think he is random. Either way, with all that amount of variations for guns and bullets. Can't wait to see it in action.

Specialty: Fighting style? Well, like many teenagers and young adults inside of the fine establishment, he uses a gun! Revolvers are mainly preferred to be used in short to medium distances. However, with the right set of add-ons can really change the fighting style of the boy and the field around him. So, he prefers to be close to the action, but not too close to be stabbed or slashed at from close combat range. He isn't the best at agility and stamina, but he could hold on his own if necessary. Just not for too long.

Semblance: Luck - Just as the name says, his semblance gives him the ability to get lucky. Now, you might be thinking, can't he use that for any type of situation? From getting the right answer on a multiple choice test to getting a girlfriend? Nah, it takes a immense amount of focus and strain to activate his semblance. Valin can maybe use it three or four times for reloading, and any further would be very dangerous for his health. So, he only uses it in life threatening situations.

Personality: Valin loves the chaotic life style that he has chosen. Disorder flows through his veins and confusion is the type of aura that he usually gives off to others. He is the type of person that likes to cause trouble for others, be they friend or foe, all are the same to him. So, with that kind of attitude towards people, he doesn't really make friends very often, and many dislike him for his reckless and negative attitude. However, he ignores this all while giving the same crooked smile and chittering chuckles.

So, the enigma of Valin can't be broken, very surprising. Or maybe, people haven't tried hard enough to break through that hard shell of his. There could be something under the vast amount of layers of cynicism, irritation, and confusion. Who knows? He might actually just be crazy, you figure it out.

Color: Ultramarine

Emblem: Placed upon the back of his clothes is the image of a skull with a cross going through the left eye socket.

Appearance:

Averaging around the height of 5'11, a decent height among growing boys, Valin is usually 5'9 when slouching and most likely very bad posturing for his back. Furthermore, his physique reaches an average of not too skinny or pudgy, he is muscular under his clothes, but most students at Beacon have to be for fighting. However, his handsome body is completely messed up by his attire and grooming which makes him look undesirable. Valin's hair is completely messed up most of the time, it looks like he woke up straight from bed and didn't do anything with it at all. Clothes are usually wrinkled and randomly thrown on, barley resembling any type of fashion. The only things that remains consistent with his appearance is the eye patch covering his left eye, his light pack, and his ammo belt that hangs loosely from his hips.

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Beacon Academy Rooftops

Shiro turned 'round and listened intently as Gren spoke. Giving him the quiet respect of speaking uninterrupted. Raising his gloved hand to his brow, he shielded his eyes from the sun as Gren stood with it to his back. Making it hard for the feline faunus and his sensitive eyes to see him.

Sitting down and crossing his legs, Shiro reached behind him and pulled his hood over his ears to help shade his vision. For a moment, Shiro mulled over his friend's words. He was right after all. Every bit of it. Now, Shiro didn't mind telling his comrade what he wanted to know about his past. As long as he didn't pry too deeply to make him uncomfortable. There were things he wanted to at least try keep under wraps, if he could. Otherwise, he trusted Gren. He could easily open up to him and Abel, at least.

"O-okay. What do you want to talk about? Shoot."

[Assistant]
Vega Venetia (VGNB) and Sarina Tala Dei (SSC)

…Really you two upstand me like that in an entire class…

Gratia walking out on her had annoyed Vega to a scathing degree. At least Napoli had the decency to decline her request but she was irked by his request. "Your choice, I will see you later!" Tsk, assholes as she walked out of the classroom and made a brisk pace to the source of the music.

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Vega had caught up with Sarina to the source of the music. Why is their large music playing at this time? Why does not the faculty know about it? "Look" Vega whispered. The pair noticed a boy who fell upon Fullbuster arms who looked to odd to be in Beacon with his tattered clothes. What the… "Let's go." Vega nodded and the two followed briskly behind the students carrying the student.

The two then arrived in front of the Infirmary, casually walking up to the three students conversing among each other. "Anything you can tell me about the individual in the infirmary?"

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The sudden arrival of Robert in Ozpin's office was an unexpected surprise, but from the boy's tone, exhaustion, and troubling words, the headmaster got the distinct impression that something was very wrong. Moving with a surprising haste given his age, Ozpin marched from his office with Robert in disorderly pursuit, and behind him the two new students. Quickly and efficiently he descended the flight of stairs, mulling over the things that the teamless leader had told him. Embodiment, did he say? Where had he heard that before...? On the way, the headmaster told the three boys to leave him and return to their business. "This is school business, no concern of yours. Return to class." His tone made it clear that he would be brooking no nonsense.

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With a loud squeal, the infirmary door was thrown open, and in marched Beacon's principle. Though normally a man to wear a look of casual curiosity, as if some great knowledge lay behind his eyes for students to discover, Ozpin now bore a visage of utter seriousness. He approached the bedside, saying in a quiet but clear manner, "Students, please leave now. Algernon, go with them and continue your class as usual; there's still at least twenty minutes before the bell. Make sure to properly penalize any absentees. Seniors, you have duties to attend to as well."

After the math instructor had left with Cobalt, Oswald, and Sapphire, Ozpin stood by the unconscious boy's shoulder. He bent to examine the stitching around the mouth and turned up a surprising conclusion. Judging by appearance alone, it was somewhat elastic, and would stretch to permit the boy to drink and make some facial expressions. As Ozpin watched, the kid turned his odd eyes to look at him. When the air around the headmaster began to move, vibrating at complex frequencies to produce sounds, he listened intently. "Thank...you. Be...ready. The Painter...follows." Through narrowed eyes, Ozpin could see that the air within the boy's mouth vibrated too. Perhaps, he reasoned coolly, whoever did this to him was trying to keep whatever singularity of sound that lay within him from bursting out when his semblance was active. This semblance, in fact, was like nothing Ozpin had ever seen. It seemed to be constantly on, and totally untied to the boy's obviously depleted aura. It was more like...hmm. Semblances derived their name from old folk tales about beings with incredible power over forces in nature, practically akin to magic. Human characters in those stories, seeing these grand magics, labored to emulate them, so producing for each a 'semblance' of the power of the gods. This ability, however, combined with the distinctive tattoo, seemed to lend itself to the idea that it was an 'embodiment' of such power—a projection far beyond that of an ordinary person. To Ozpin's immediate knowledge, this was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing. It was a matter of no small concern, especially if this hyper-powerful kid seemed to be afraid of someone -or something- called 'The Painter'. Now was not, however, a good time to delve into the hardships inflicted upon him.

"What is your name?"

The air contorted itself to sound out a melodic reply. "Jay..."

Ozpin spoke up before the boy could continue. "Don't worry any more, Jay. We will take care of you."

Abel Fulgurate

"Someone call my name?"

Without proper warning, Abel was there. He looked at Shiro, then Gren, then back again, and held up his phone needlessly "Got your message. I followed the people with the kid for a way, but I didn't want to just hang around bein' useless so I came back. I don't know what's up with him. I heard someone saying that class isn't canceled though, so we oughta head back." Shrugging, Abel waiting for one of his comrades to reply, not aware that he'd stepped into a potentially important conversation.

[Assistant]
Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse

With that said, a loud banging sound rebounded through the entire warehouse as someone kicked open the door to the warehouse. The harsh sound echoed through the spacious room, and silence soon loomed over the trio of tired soldiers yet again.

Footsteps soon echoed through the building, they were light and slow, but somehow it could be heard quite distinctly. Soon, the footsteps started to become more distinct to the ones with excellent hearing, the person filling the shoes was getting closer and closer. Who is this new recruit? How powerful are they? Is the new recruit an adorable girl? All were equally important questions, and soon, all would be answered within the next few seconds.

After several suspenseful seconds, all three would notice that the stranger was finally in view, well, at least his shoe. With another large step, the entire body was visible. And... every expectation around him was quickly knocked down. He was short compared to his peers, Violet and Akashi were both around or above six feet tall, and Amber was most likely around his height of 5'11 (5'9 while slouching). Valin also looked like he had just gotten out of bed, one side of his hair was flattened down while the other side was perked up! It actually looked like he used a ton of hair gel to get his hair looking like that. His clothes looked displeasing to the eye as well, it looked like he was working for the mafia, a very poor mafia. Everything he was wearing was wrinkled or worn without wash, was he blind? An annoyed look on his face, he pulled out his cigarette case, opening it with one hand and pulling out one with his mouth. Valin's eyes darted across the three people before lighting the cigarette.

The grimy boy pulled the haphazard stick from his mouth, and when it looked like he was going to blow the smoke, he threw burning cigarette into his mouth, and crunched into it. His eyes continued to look around, his posture still looking really relaxed, and Valin continued to chew on the cigarette. With a few more chews, he swallowed the entire stick and gave a sly smirk at the trio, "Already fighting without me?" Valin squatted onto the floor, trying to level himself face to face with the people on the floor and still had that irritating looking smile. "How are you guys and gals doing?"


[System]
Kwassi Asokho

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Character Summary
Aliases: Sparrow
Species: Humans
Powers: None
Age: 26
Nationality: African
Birthday: June 20, 1994
Birth Place: Golden City,Wakanda
Gender: Male
S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy: Sci-Tech
Qualification: PHD in Bio-Engineering
Years in the Field: New Recruit into S.H.E.I.L.D.

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Appearance
Height: 5'10
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Dark
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 3 Tattoos. Two Flowers one the collarbones and a quote across the right pec.
Personal Style: Kwassi prefers to wear loose clothing. Often times opting to have a few (or more) buttons undone to show off his body and allow for air to flow. The materials he wears are all light and breathable such as 100% cotton or linen. He wears bright colors that are sure to stand out within a crowd ranging from vibrant reds to deep teals and lush oranges. His style can be describe as fun, practical, and sophisticated to an extent.

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Psychology
Playful * Curious * Intelligent * Distracted * Hardworking * Untrusting

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kwassi tends to be playful and intellectually curious. He has the habit of juggling his friends, passions, hobbies, and career all at once. He has been know to be a social butterfly in his group, being able to talk to just about anyone on anything. If ever a subject comes up that he doesn't know, his curiosity tends to pick up on it and he brings it forth later to study when alone so that the next time conversation is struck he will surely be able to follow along and add in his own opinion. This coupled with his dashing good looks makes him a center at almost any party and allows him to blend in easily in such social scenery.

His curiosity however comes with a bit of a price. As he is want to do, Kwassi can tend to lose interest in certain subjects fast and thus become bored. It is this boredom that helped him become who he is today, and who ue was in thr past as well. It strives him to move forward and learn new and exciting things to help keep his mind active as well as his body. These traits are often times boiled down by some as him being characteristically a Gemini through and through. He supposes that this 'two faced' sign can only be a boon now that he works in the field of espionage.

Habits: Whistling, Snapping
Hobbies: Swimming, Tech building, and Chem work
Fears:
* Hornets
* Snall Spaces
* Lobotomie

Likes:
* Ice Cream
* Wildlife
* Gaming
* Running
* Swimming
* Iced Chais

Dislikes:
* Boredom
* Monotony
* Chick Fil A
* Drinking
* Drugs
* Pitch Darkness

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Photographic Memory
* Driving a Car
* Trivia Knowledge
* Mixed Martial Arts
* Acrobatics
* Escrima
* Bo Staff
* Throwing Darts
* Space Politics

Speciality Skills: Limit 7. These are skills that apply to your career path - see the suggested specialty skills box for your academy if you're stuck!
* Bio-Engineering
* Wakandan Tech
* Jack of All Trades (Science)
* Toxicology
* Nano-Technology
* Chemistry
* Anatomy

What Is On Your Person: Limited to the spots provided. This is for things like your wallet, your phone, your SHIELD ID badge, your car keys, your lucky coin...If it isn't listed, you don't have it.
* Two Hyper Magnetic Escrima sticks. (When combined together grow out to form a bo staff :Wakandan tech)
* Wallet: Credit Cards, Cash, S.H.E.I.L.D. I.D.
* Keys to Jeep wrangler
* Phone
* Empty throwing darts. (Chambers to be filled with toxins)
* Portable Chem Kit with various ingredients.
* Old Domino mask from Vigilante days
* Electric Brass Knuckles

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Keep it simple! Focus more on things that are important to them - don't put in things that are a given, like a bed. But a special photo of them and their cat? Put that here! A stolen file on someone? Include it! If you're having trouble, think of the things you'd show to someone if they came over to your room - or maybe that you DEFINITELY would not want them to see.... * Small lab with a wider range of chemicals to play with
* Collection of books on various plant life and animals that secreet or create toxins and they applications.
* Small Collapsable box full of electronics for working on tech
* Collection of Games for every gaming station.
* Gaming Stations with their controllers displayed before them. (2 of each controller for 2 player if need be)
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History
Why did you want to become an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.?: After the invasion of New York it was clear to Kwassi that there was so much more for him to know. There was life beyond theirs and technology beyond that. Wakanda was already years ahead of the others on Earth but this new tech that the Chitari had brought appeared to rival even theirs. With his curiosity peaked and his boredom in need of being satisfied he decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D. in their mission.

General History:
Kwassi Asohko grew up in Wakanda for some of his formative years. His parents helped created and engineer some of the tech used within the tribes. Repairing damage to the weapons and sheild tech that was developed by the Golden Tribe. They were brillant minds in their field and Kwassi adored to watch them work. His inquisitive mind asking questions as fast as he could think them about how and why each thing worked the way they did.
His photpgraphic mind allowing him to visualise and recall the procedures that his parents did while at home or in the lab.

When he was Ten years old his parents had accepted a job out in the United States. Their genius was a gateway to many doors and it made for a wealthy and luxurious childhood for young Kwassi. He traveled across the world meeting gurus and other masters to train from a young age in the ways of martial arts. A choice he had made when hearing of the Vigilantes that littered America and his own stories of thr Black Panther from back home.

Training and developing both his mind and both he began to take courses in Bio-Engineering. The things that living beings were able to create in order for defense fascinanted him. He wanted to learn how to create the same reactions and use those to his advantage in combat if ever need be. He learned how to replicate and fix some Wakandan technology from his parents and used that to form a protective suit for fighting as well as to help measure any weaknesses in his form while studying martial arts.

Once he had graduated and was now twenty-two years of age, he took on to the streets and was known as The Sparrow. He flitted from roof to roof as a masked Vigilante, and used his skills to bring in crime that the police simply couldn't or wouldn't do. His knowledge of acids allowed him to dissolve away any locks that may hinder him, he created his own toxins to paralyze his prey and leave them behind for the authorities to take in. When he was particularly restless he would use his martial prowess to disable his opponents before tying them up and leaving them behind with a calling card of the Sparrow. Eventually he drew the eye of a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative who asked him to join their mission in safeguarding the world. The invitation he had been waiting for.

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Extras Can i be lazy?
Character Quote: Vendi, Vidi, Vici
Theme Song: Immigrant Song
Anything Else:
Children's Crusade
Demi post

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Oliver Sullivan

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Location: Inside Presidential Suite
Skills: N/A

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 An Oli of months or even weeks ago would have shuddered at Tony's threat, but he merely exhaled and said, "Trust me. I do." Yelling at the infantile god of a man right now would only make things worse, and they had more important things to worry about than the ego of Stark being bruised from him breaking into a system in his pursuit to help save the world. On the much more important note of dealing with the skull threat, he felt iffy about trying to negotiate peace between the intergalactic Hatfields and Mccoys, but that might be the best for everyone, even if he didn't make it a top priority over the safety of the planet.

 A brief alternative plan ran through his head, instead, if they killed the queen, they could stage a fake battle with the newly allied skrulls, and make the confrontation look as close as they wanted, but then he stopped, a pause in his thoughts. He thought back to the fears he saw in the hospital, and evil Oliver, one that stopped caring about any form of greater good. It occurred to him that, being jaded, or singularly focused on goals regardless of the broader consequences was exactly the sort of thing that would lead to him becoming that. With that in mind, he nodded and said, "If we need an Earth representative, I can't think of anybody better than Steve Rogers." he suggested. He was just about the most moral man he could think of, his integrity would make him excellent for the job.

[Assistant]
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Location: Inside the Presidential Suite
Skills:

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The argument was getting pretty circular in Niah's mind. She was ready to get into action. Or at least plan. They could figure out if they were going to all the Skrulls friends later...later. She was about to say something when the Princess said something that caught her attention. Her SO was Kree. There was one Kree that Niah knew, Dr. Larson. Who had said that she had an SO that was Skrull. What were the chances that Dr. Larson and the Princess were a couple?

Just as that thought crossed her mind. Dr. Larson was there with the Flerkens. Niah's attention shot to her, then quickly to the Princess to see if there was recognition between the two. Was she right?

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Location: Inside the Presidential Suite
Skills:

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"I think it is perfectly reasonable to make it seem like a wild Flerken attack. That seems within their style from what I've seen. Goose sometimes just eats people that he doesn't like." Most of that was actually second-hand information. Matt was honestly surprised that they hadn't had more issues with the number of people that had gone missing from the team because Goose had decided he was going to eat them. Though most of those people had been Hydra agents.

It was a good thing they had had Goose with them. If it had just been Niah trying to confirm that Maria and Flynn were the real deal they might have had more issues. And the guns probably wouldn't have gone away as quickly. He glanced at Niah seeing that she was looking between Dr. Larson and the Princess like they were playing tennis. He wondered what was going through her head. Was it because they were from different sides of the war? Did she expect tension?

"I'll take one of them off your hands, Doctor." He looked up as Dr. Larson entered and offered to help bring in the other Flerkens.


[System]
Alias - Superbeast

Age - 18

Team - YJ Academy

Appearance -

Powers - Superbeast has shape-shifting abilities similar to classic Beast Boy, however he is limited to the alien wildlife in Superman's menagerie once obtained by the Preserver. This includes such alien species thought to be the last of their kind:

Thanagarian Snare Beast - Imagine a giant spider creature the size of a small house, however it doesn't spin webs.
Starro - Small amphibious starfish sized face suckers that can control any creature it attaches itself to.
Igoonian Rock Ape - As the name implies, an alien ape like creature with brute strength and rocky skin.
Tundronian Rhinosaur - A ten legged alien rhino with an even stronger plated hide, with a horn that can shoot a super acidic ooze.
'Bone Serpent' of Daxam - Largest known predator on Daxam that lives mostly underground. Can rip a humanoid in half with it's python like grip and pointed tail.
Prehistoric Conarian Bird - Think about an alien vulture, about the size of a small couch an average sized humanoid could ride on if need be.
Humatoad - Eight inch tall trouble maker. Hops around on all fours and can stick to most surfaces.
Bearcat -What looks to be a hybrid of a bear and a tiger from a planet in sector 2828. About the size of a small car, this beast is ferocious when it needs to be.
Lightning Beast of Winath -The Big Foot of it's planet, some people of Winath believe the 'Lightning Beast' to be responsible for large scale blackouts. Others believed it to be a hoax. About the size of a larger dog.
Grass Monkey of Mogo -Hailing from the sentient planet GL Mogo, this species of plant creature occupied Mogo's forests for a time. Can regenerate and elongate limbs, agile like a monkey and similar in size.
T-Rex - Prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex originating from Earth. Massive jaws can rip through anything they bite down on.
Dodo Bird -Small, fast, and flightless bird that defends itself by stabbing at enemies with it's beak. About three feet tall and roughly fifty pounds.

Gar also possesses enhanced speed, strength, agility, and senses. All feral in nature, nothing too superhuman. He can run a mile in about three minutes maybe, like Olympic level strength and speed. Later on he will learn to imprint DNA from new animals to add to his arsenal.

Weaknesses - Same fleshy weaknesses as humans, just with durable skin/fur about as strong as kevlar. Heavy arms fire, energy attacks, mental attacks, etc all work on Superbeast unless countered specifically by an alien creature. For example, you couldn't telepathically hurt his mind if he shifted into the Starro.

Personality - Gar tries to be funny, has a big heart, and is a bit bi-polar. He'll go feral on your ass at the drop of a dime if you piss him off.

Bio - It began with Clark Kent writing a story for the Daily Planet about his 'exclusive' trip to the Fortress of Solitude. The mention of an interplanetary habitat and housing the last of several alien species intrigued the big wigs at National Geographic and the Discovery Network. The cosmic zoo was once the collection of an alien called the Preserver who tried capturing Superman and Lobo for his gallery of exotic alien wild life. It included a somehow preserved prehistoric tyrannosaurus rex and the last Dodo Bird. Meetings were made between Superman and several biologists and xenobiologists and Superman received many letters addressed to Daily Planet editorial.

Enter Mark and Marie Logan, both biologists, who were chosen by Superman himself for the tour of the interplanetary habitat. Their twelve year old son Garfield was also asked to join them at the insistence of Superman. As fate would have it, an emergency pulled Superman away from the Fortress, whom Superman left in the care of his robot assistants while the husband and wife collected data and photos of the remaining species of the zoo. Superman hadn't known of the Starro's abilities when it attached itself to the Logan's son. While trying to escape the Fortress the mind-controlled boy was bitten and scratched by several of the creatures and bugs in the habitat before the Starro latched onto Mark Logan.

Superman returned and put the KO on the Starro, but had no idea what sort of anti-venom to give the boy who was already turning red. Choosing a combination of two or three antidotes the boy seemed to stabilize after several seizures. However, his red skin remained. His bi-polar mother blamed herself. She began to work less and sunk into a depression. Over the years Garfield's mother home schooled him as he randomly shifted into the alien creatures seen in the interplanetary habitat. Even a Starro! When Superman learned of his abilities he recommended Garfield join the Young Justice Academy right around the time of his seventeenth birthday. Garfield then took up a costume of his own and trimmed his chest fur into a Superman pentagon shape. Now, with a years experience under his belt, he calls himself... SUPERBEAST.

Notes - I guess this makes him similar to Ben10, but I've got the extra two creatures in the T-Rex and Dodo Bird.

~KL~

[User]
The Prince's eyes wandered about his surroundings as Batman spoke. He was taking in as much visual information as he could; information about people, their surroundings, level of technology, weapons at their disposal.

While not quite at the level of superstitious natives hurling fire-hardened sticks at thunder in hopes of frightening away the evil spirits therein, their tech had not advanced at a rate with which he felt fully comfortable. It seemed that lovely grey area where it was not so primitive as to be useless to him, but yet not advanced enough that he could recognize the function of most devices without explanation.

The people looked very much like refugees. A mismatched bundle of differences thrown together by desperation and fear. Yet hope persisted, like a nagging cough you just couldn't clear. He had to hand it to these people, whatever the dire emergency was that beat them bloody and threatened to do so again, they stubbornly stood against it, waving rude gestures in its face. They were fighters.

In his mind, while surveying the landscape, Batman's voice sounded much like this:

"Blah blah, blahbidy blah blah. Blah blargh, yakity fahrvergnügen, blah blah father has been compromised by Braniac."

Wait.

His eyes darted directly back to the Dark Knight, narrowing. The cowled Terran now had his full, undivided attention. His reason for even being on this rock just evaporated. Perhaps a new one took its place. He didn't know his father personally, but it was his entire goal to come to this place, meet the man, and learn from him.

He had zero love for Brainiac - the bastard was responsible for so much death on his homeworld, Almerac, weakening it to a point that it could be shattered utterly by another. The Empire stood, such as it was, its capitol planet replaced by a flotilla of Imperial vessels: flagships and worldships, luxury vacation liners replacing cities, mining and processing vessels filling the manufacturing needs of the new Capitol Fleet. The survivors of their people, in that time of extreme strife, turned back to the single strongest and most militarily inclined entity to lead them: The House of the Blood Royale. Still, the powerful youth stood to inherit a target, still weakened and rebuilding, if Brainiac was allowed to use Earth the way he used Warworld and tried to use Almerac.

"Brainiac... is here." he stated flatly. That certainly explained a lot. The Almeracian kept his posture dignified and face as neutral as he could, despite growing anger that peeked out irregularly. "I have abilities most similar to Mother's, though they present differently. I am not as powerful as she, yet. Still I may be of use in your endeavor. Tell me everything you know, then advise me of where I shall be most useful."

[Assistant]
At Batman's command, Bluebird began lowering her rifle. The more allies, the better, she supposed. Besides, this one looked like it could take a beating.

"Show yourself!", Batman suddenly bellowed, tossing a series of batarangs into the air.

"Oh for fu-", Xiu muttered to herself, raising her rifle once again, her eyes darting around the area.

"Surely you're not dumb enough to face the Justice League alone!", the old man continued.

Xiu continued scanning the horizon. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the batarangs draw blood from the air. Immediately, her hyper-sensitive reflexes kicked in. Eyes bulging, she swung her gun around and fired a single shot at where the batarangs had struck. Suddenly a man appeared, as though he stumbled into existence for the first time, just as the round clipped his right ear. The man tumbled to the ground with a grunt. The Chinese gunner kept her sights locked on the man's head all the way down.

"Damn it, mate!", the stranger groaned, before climbing to his feet again. "Jaysus, man, you trying to put my eye out or something?... Oh don't you even start with me!"

He seemed to have some sort of mental illness. Not a risk worth taking. Xiu's trigger finger tightened, ready for the intruder to make a move.

"Look, I'm not your enemy!", the man pleaded, angrily. "In fact I came to offer my help!".

This guy was unconfirmed, and potentially dangerous. She wondered what other powers he might have, on top of invisibility. They couldn't afford to take any chances. Even Batman was surprised this time. Bluebird took charge, marching toward the man, gun still trained on his head.

"Wo-hui-da-si-ni-lao-wai!", she hissed in her native tongue, attempting to be as intimidating as possible. "Who are you, and why should we trust you? Speak or die, hun-dan!"


[System]
Age: 22
Spirit Guardian: Peace
Markings: Ally has no tribal markings, having never earned them.

Personality: Alliminum is a dreamer. She looks at the world differently than everyone else. What her tribe sees as landscape she see the "Old Ones". She sees where they walk. She sees the beauty hidden in monsters. And monsters hidden in beauty. But no one else sees as she does. They all whisper behind her back. Calling her names. Things like useless, a drain of the tribe, touched. They asked her why couldn't she be like Taellana? Why did she have to be difficult?

They couldn't see it. Couldn't see the souls in the machines they hunted. They called it survival. But there was so much waste. Some hunters killed more than the tribe needed. How was that survival? So Ally ignored the admonitions of her family and tribe and continued to walk the path of the Old Ones. Maybe her heads are stick in dreams, but maybe she was the only one looking toward the future.

[User]
Alliminum, pronounced Ally-min-um, worried the string of her bow with wax. The metal monstrosity was death incarnate. Yet it also gave life. The young girl frowned at her hands and tucked the wax away into one of the various pockets she had on her person. The endless plains that stretched forth were warm. Warmer than the forests her tribe had just gone through. Ally lifted an arm to shield her eyes from the sun.

The finger guards, lifted into her vision, made her even more unhappy. Her golden eyes narrowed at the offending hand guard before focusing back on the landscape in front of her. This was no ordinary hunt. Ally had been roped in because the machines and animals were mingling. Which meant there was more danger. Which meant Ally was here to help even though she had been labelled as useless.

Ally pulled back her lips in a feral smile. If their definition of useless was refusing to commit murder, than she was quite useless. Ahead the grazers where contently munching on the long grass. To the left there were the Watchers. The sun glinted off their blue eye giving away their position. The Tribe covered all their metal so the sun would never betray them. And everyone knew that somewhere there was a Thunderjaw. They always lurked around herd animals, or machines. A protector and a predator. A wall that occasionally ate you.

And in all that there was a herd of normal animals, deer. Deer that would provide meat and leather and bones, and well, you got the picture. The trick was to scatter the to herd different directions while not startling the Grazers or deer which would alert the Thunderjaw and then they'd have the run of their lives. Running and probably dying was not something Ally was prepared to do. So the girl stayed put and did what she was told, to watch the Watchers who had moved closer to her.

Ally lowered her hand and ducked back down into the grass and shifted another few feet before peering back over. Now there was a good gap between her and the machines. Perfect. She checked the knife in her boot and the tie around her hair before settling back in. Soon her twin, Taellana, and the other hunters would initiate their coordinated attack, driving the two herd different directions and allowing them to grab a few deer and return to the tribe. Who knew, maybe they'd even gather a few other essential resources.

[Assistant]
The thrill of the hunt. It never grew old. Never grew stale. In this world where survival was of the fittest, few luxuries were afforded to those that survived and co-existed with the creatures that roamed the lands. Taellana accepted that simple truth and lived by it. However, the hunt was not a chore for her. Not some obligation due to her being a hunter. She loved it. While many questioned her balance of the harmony between the self and mother nature, she knew where she stood. She was a hunter blessed by the Paragon of the Hunt to provide for the tribe. What others thought was inconsequential.

Every kill was a celebration of life. An brutal contradiction Taellana admitted. Taking a life was never easy in the beginning; however as Taellana grew older, her opinion of the act changed. She didn't hunt for the simple pleasure of taking a life. That was the sign of simple madness. She killed to survive, to take the technology that each living game had and use it in a productive manner. While she took life, she celebrated the game's life by using everything from it. From meat to technology. Every part was honored by finding purpose by the tribe. It was this way of thinking that allowed Taellana to shrug off the gossip concerning her. However, those voices - as foolish as they were - resided in the minority. All in the tribe were prepared to do whatever it took to ensure the tribe's survival.

Hearing a cry from the distance, Taellana responded with a response of her own. She crept closer to the mixed herd as she clutched her bow. It was almost time. In a matter of moments, explosive powder that the shaman created would send the docile creatures into a frenzy. The catch was that the explosives meant for the grazers, watchers, and thunder jaws needed to go first before the explosives intended from the organic grazers went off. From there, it was the usual hunt.

Another cry from afar filled the air. Taellana inhaled then exhaled. Seconds later, sulfur saturated her sense of smell as her body shook. Hearing shrieks from the machines, Taellana watched as they scattered towards the direction the hunters had intended them to go. Ducking even lower into the tall grass, the heavy footfalls from the thunder jaws shook the ground as several followed the mechanical herd. Before the deer could follow, another explosion went off from afar.

When she heard the next signal, Taellana shot out from her hiding spot after the deers. The other hunters followed suit. Her legs pumped harder and harder as Taellana made it to her top speed. Her responsibility wasn't to kill the game but to herd them. There was another group of hunters waiting for them. The twin silently prayed that her twin was in position. Alliminum and a few hunters were providing overwatch for the hunters on the ground. Taellana hoped her sister could at least do that job. She was useless as a hunter.

Nearing the killzone, Taellana signaled to the other hunters as her group separated to the far sides of the herd's path and eventually disappeared into the nearby foliage. They continued pursuit in case there were any stragglers.

Before the deer could get too much further, a volley of arrows flew out from the trees as several deer cried out and fell to the ground. The barrage continued until the bulk of the herd disappeared leaving their wounded brethren to die.

Breathing hard, Taellana came out from the forest foliage and quickly made her way to one of the animals and gave it mercy. The other hunters started to emerge and dealt the same mercy.

"Not every day a plan like this goes well," said Kolton. A senior hunter. "The other group should be back soon. Spirits, I hope they didn't have any trouble with the jaws."

Taellana grunted as she cleaned off her knife and placed it back in its sheath. "Veteran hunters were tasked to this hunt," she said. "They'll be fine."

Kolton grunted. "Let's hope so. Signal the overwatch to bring the carts. The village will eat well tonight."

Walking towards the edge of the killzone, Taellana signaled to the overwatch group as she looked around the clearing. Something didn't sit well with her at all. A shudder traveled down Taellana's spine. That was always an ill omen. She pushed the thoughts away though her vigilance never wavered. She respected the forest and creatures too much to not fear them. Those who lacked that respect died first.

[User]
Ally fingered her dagger as a Watcher neared. Her heart wasn't in her actions, but if it came to it, Ally didn't know what she would do. One creature over his tribe?

Ally listened to the hunting calls of the tribe's hunters. Ally could have sworn one of the voices she heard was her sister's. But in all actuality there was no way to tell. She let one bare knee drop to the ground to support her crouch. She wasn't wearing much apart from a fine layer of dirt. Just a pair of shorts, bindings across her breasts, various pouches, and arrows.

Another cry came from the hunters just before an explosion rocked the ground. The Watcher nearing Ally made a small startled cry. It felt from the noise, nearly bolting over her crouched figure. Luck was with her that she was already further down in preparation. Else she might have gotten more than even she wanted from the Watcher in a full on collision.

Once the Watcher was over her, Ally was up and moving. The Grazers were running. Already she could hear them coming her way, set to pass by her with more than enough room to spare. Ally didn't approve of wholesale slaughter and she dreaded returning to see the dead deer. Their lifeless eyes echoing their fear. Just a few minutes earlier they had been contently munching on the grass. Now they were dead. It wasn't fair.

Ally slowed to a trot and slung her bow over her shoulder. Now that she didn't have to worry about hiding she could easily see the hunting party standing tall against the waist high grass. The girl slowed even more and let loose an explosive sigh. She could almost feel the presence of her paragon, peace, with her. But she couldn't. Hadn't been able to since she had awoken. Death always made it go away.

Ally wiggled her bare toes in the dirt and looked back over at where the Grazers had stopped. They were barely dots now. The herd happily content once more. Simple minds they were, but it didn't condone mass slaughter. Her lips pressed into a thin line. With the bounty, it would take the tribe a few hours to be ready to move again. At which point it would be dark. Which meant they'd leave tomorrow morning. There was no reason for Ally to return so soon. No one would miss her. In fact they might be happy to see less of her for an afternoon.

Mind made up, Ally turned away from her tribe and back over the grassy field. She picked a cluster of rocks at random and began to venture over to them. It wasn't a fast journey. Ally kept getting side tracked by interesting plants which she tucked into her pouches before she continued.

[Assistant]
The over watch team arrived quickly. Regardless of which group each hunter was in, speed was of the essence. While the thunder jaws were busy following the herd, who knew when they'd come back? The machine and organics were creatures of habit. Once they found a grazing ground, they always came back until it was freshly cleaned out. From Taellana's experience, this was the conclusion she came to. However, she had no desire to test that hypothesis. Get in and out quickly. That was the name of the game.

Helping the others load the game into the carts, Taellana looked around. It didn't take her long to notice what was missing from the gathering of hunters. Her mirror self. Alliminum. Where was she? Was she okay? Did she get separated? Numerous thoughts and scenarios played through her mind as she found the nearest over watch hunter. "Where's Ally? She was with you, right?"

The woman shrugged as she looked around. "Last time I saw her, she was watching a watcher," the hunter said. "Not sure why the elder wanted her to come along. In insult intended."

Taellana shook her head as she walked over to Kolton. "Ally's missing. I need to go look for her," she said. She checked her supplies. "I'll meet you all back at the village. Think you can manage a hunter down?"

Kolton scoffed as he nodded to the group. "We'll manage. There's extra jerky and water in my bag. Help yourself."

"I won't be gone for long."

The veteran hunter frowned. "No matter how trivial your outing, never underestimate the forest. When one drops their guard is when she'll lash out."

Taellana should've known that. She sighed as she reached into Kolton's bag and retrieved the provisions. "My sister. My worry for her trumps reason," she said. "I tried to get her out of this hunt. Unsuccessful as you can see."

"We do what we must for the village."

Taellana nodded. Checking over things, she began to head towards the over watch area. "May we meet again."

"May we meet again," Kolton said. "Come back safe. The two of you."

Taellana smiled. "We will."

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It didn't take long for Taellana to reach the position the over watch team took. Seeing a number of tracks, she looked around until she saw foot depressions in the grass leading away. The hunter sighed to herself. Ally wasn't her, she just wandered off like a stupid putz.

Following the footsteps, it didn't take too long for Taellana to find her twin looking at plants and what not. Trying to reign in her temper - failing miserably - she approached her twin. "By the Paragons! Ally. Really?" Taellana walked up to her twin and turned her around to face her. "Wandering off to look at plants? Wandering off while the others are working to get the game back to the village? Do you want people to starve, sister? Our harvest wasn't good this year! And wandering off by yourself? Ally, you know what lurks out here. Dangerous things! What if a thunder jaw came back? What would you do?"

Releasing her grip from her sister, Taellana took a deep breath as she looked around. "I hope your little nature walk was enjoyable," she said. "We've leaving. Now. We hurry along, we can catch up with the others. Paragons, Ally! Honestly."