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* Gender: If "Girl Queen of Darkness" didn't give it away... she's definitely a girl.
* Appearance: She might only be 4'3, but looks can be deceiving.
* Personality: As all those ominous names might suggest, Evangeline has an attitude of an unrepentant villain, evil to the core and completely irredeemable... well, so she insists, even comparing herself to RPG bosses. The truth is that, although she's cynical and has a sadistic streak, she's actually one of the relatively good guys--though not prone to altruism, given where it got her in life. Mostly, she's quite happy to keep to herself and watch how things develop. If you don't mind dealing with someone that often acts her real age and embraces her sarcastic streak quite fervently, Evangeline isn't too bad to be around.
* Brief History: Born sometime during the Hundred Years War, for the first nine years of her life, Evangeline lived about as good a life as most could hope--a member of the nobility, wealthy... and of course that all changed on her tenth birthday, as she was turned into a vampire. She found this out rather unpleasantly, since she woke up to find her entire family dead at, presumably, her hands. Her life as a vampire was off to a bad start and it only ended up getting worse once, somewhat altruistically, she killed some wizards who were controlling a town.
This turned out to be a bad idea, since they had families and friends that wanted to seek revenge. Now, normally, a person would die and that would be the end of it--but Evangeline was too strong and they died as well. Cue more people and a growing reputation as an evil monster that nonetheless encouraged more people to seek her end, until eventually the entire magical community came to see her as a boogeyman of sorts. This apparently was no barrier to travelling the world, since she not only built a castle in Africa but travelled to Japan and learned Aikido from its creator.
Then she managed to get a crush on completely the wrong person: not only one of the few people in the world that could put up a fight against her, he happened to be married anyway, and wasn't terribly into having this strange blonde following him around everywhere. In the end, a fight and some trickery allowed him to win... and seal Evangeline in, of all things, a school by using a curse meant to stop truancy. This would have been less problematic for her if the school didn't also have barriers against, say, vampires that lead to her generally having no more abilities than your average ten year old. Of course, the fact that the person who cursed her simply disappeared at one point meant she couldn't get out...
... until over fifteen years later his son arrived to be a teacher. After trying to drain him of blood to get out of the place, she somehow ended up becoming his master in order to teach him how to actually fight, and helped a lot of her classmates to do the same as well. Her involvement was generally indirect in his achievements, however, aside from the one situation involving a certain demon god. But at least she's free now...
Only to have ended up in this world, which has so little magic (of her type) that she can't utilise anything more than a complete novice's spells. Fortunately, her vampire abilities are unrelated and simply tiring, so they are still at full strength due to the lack of an oppressive barrier.
* Universe of Origin: Mahou Sensei Negima (also technically UQ Holder, but aside from some backstory details, that isn't relevant here)
* Equipment: Evangeline has an iron fan and... that's about it. Really, this is quite inconvenient for her; at least if she can get her hands on a lot of wire she can start doing puppetry again.
* Abilities: If the world had more magic, it would be quite easy for Evangeline to demonstrate why she has such a terrifying reputation. Not content with having mastered the ice and dark magic she has an affinity for, she's shown to have personal knowledge and an ability to use lightning and wind, or even create her own ice-and-lightning spells; quite likely, with her age and talents she could utilise almost any type of magic if she had a strong desire to. And where those spells aren't powerful enough, she made the dark art of Magia Erebea--essentially, absorbing your own spell for a strength boost, though nobody with a human soul can safely do this and remain human. Unfortunately for her, the rate at which she recharges is so pitifully low that there's almost no chance of being able to use the majority of these spells--she at least retains the ability to cast flight spells, not needing to rely on broomsticks or such fanciful things. The air makes quite a good seat for drinking whilst watching festivities.
It's fortunate for the world that she doesn't have these, as even demon gods are trivial obstacles, and she devised a spell specifically to incapacitate enemies that are too difficult to harm magically.
No, what Evangeline retains full access to is her lifetime of combat ability and the simple act of being a vampire. She might seem like a doll-like ten year old, but her speed and strength is inhuman--lending itself remarkably well to her default combat approach being simply brawling with a lot of experience. Those with equal abilities and weapons certainly have an advantage over her in melee, however, as her only weapon is still more suited to a battle of martial arts. Nor does being able to teleport through shadows particularly assist within a fight.
The real ability, as a vampire, that allows her to fight without magic against someone properly armed is quite simple: there is essentially nothing, short of disintegrating her entirely, that will actually kill her. Wounds heal almost immediately and simply dissolving into bats and reforming can do it even faster--though both are tiring, to a vampire on her level (amusingly noted as true ancestor), it's not too problematic. Dismemberment is a more effective method of fighting her as she needs to go reattach the other body parts. And, well, she's got no magical barriers to toughen herself up nor the magic to do anything about most forms of imprisonment, so going for knocking her out or restricting Evangeline's movement is actually a remarkably efficient means of dealing with her.
Inflicting lasting damage is just rather pointless.
* Other: As her titles indicate, the sun doesn't do anything to her beyond the fact that she is naturally pale anyway and thus burns easily. On top of that, her other weaknesses seem to include an allergy to garlics and leek, and a total inability to swim despite her age. She can also regain magical energy via drinking blood, but the general population here is hardly any more effective than the world itself...

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Emilio Michaelov

Tokyo Tower

"Hngn. Where am I? Something is wrong..." He watched the city of Tokyo from the top of the Tokyo tower, and how lively it was with all the cars driving below. Something about how peaceful it seemed bothered him.

"Is this really New York? No. Does not look like it." Emilio furrowed his eyebrows and then offered a smile as his spectral wings manifested and he leapt from the building and he began to take flight from there down towards a lower located building where he could inspect things abit closer. The building just below the tower held a sign.

"Tokyo...tower? That's right! This is then Japan? So where to go now? Heh.. Let's go and see what can be found."

Alberich

Forest north of Three Palace Sanctuaries

"What is this place? What's going on? This is not my homeland Asgard." Alberich stopped in his tracks to take some glances around, all around him were trees and none of them were snow filled. Not even the ground was covered in snow.

"Has Shiryu been able to deceive me? No this is not him. Another saint?" Alberich closed his eyes and placed his sword in front of him trying to reach out and feel any nearby cosmos. His eyes flung open. He couldn't feel anyone at all. How could this be possible? Alberich took his left hand before his mouth and pondered on other possiblities.

"Have I been sent to another dimension? A bronze saint would not be strong enough to- That means there must have been a gold saint which-" Alberich tightened his hands, one tightening around the grip of his crystal-like blade.

"You dare deceive me! I am a god warrior!" Alberich began to run forth, taking a leap up on a branch of a nearby tree, sighting a building in the distance. You will pay dearly for this... Saints of Athena. I will collect all the Odin Sapphires and defeat Hilda with the Balmung sword... then all shall bow to me in worship.

Menomaru

Gate of Daitokuin Mausoleum

Menomaru looked around himself in some confusion. "Hari. Ruri." His calls for his servants were not answered.

Tch... What has happened here? Where is the remains of the great Hyoga...? Menomaru thought to himself then began to command forth his moths and surrounding himself in them, before sending them out to spy for him.

"Find the remains of the great Hyoga. Find me the fang of destruction. Find out where we are." The moths began to scatter and fly off in all manner of directions. Some carried slightly away by the wind.

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— Yoyogi Park, Shibuya —

A lurid tear opened in the air leaking the silver fires of chaos. Out of the rent tumbled a figure that flailed in the air momentarily before impacting a body of water.

It remained still for several heartbeats as the scar in the air slowly sealed itself shut without a trace. Then it stirred, lifting itself up onto hands and knees, head just above the water.

"Ugh... Mael's Spit."

Quick Ben pushed himself back to sit in the water than only rose to midway up his chest. This wasn't a familiar location, which wasn't exactly unusual for him. Something had obviously gone wrong and the air still stank of chaos. It would be a while before he attempted to travel by warren again.

The mage stood up, dripping water as he made his way out of what turned out to be a small pond and onto shore. He stepped over a rope barrier as people on the path stared. Not wanting the attention he called upon shadow and vanished from sight as he entered the treeline and headed east.

At least that one worked properly. Now he needed to find a place to have a drink and find out where he was.


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Nickname: The Protegé, Gentleman the Eighth

Age: 17

School Year: Third

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nationality: Has passports for both England and Australia

Personality: Miles has had the brute knocked out of him. He is a gentleman, trained by one of The Gentleman in putting others first and treating them with respect. He lives by his teacher's words "Respect is not something to be earned, but to be lost". Underneath the charming gentleman, beneath years of conditioning and etiquette training is a self-confident and egotistical person who after many near death scenarios has been left slightly deluded about the durability of the human body.

Bio: Miles wasn't always called that, but he has long since forgotten his old name, however his story is easy to tell.

Most kids dream of joining the circus, Miles was born in one. He was home-schooled, trained as an acrobat and enjoyed an otherwise normal home life. His parents claimed that they were descended from some royalty from a country that no longer exists, but Miles didn't really care about that. When he turned 13 his happy home life was ruined.

When touring England after a particularly unsuccessful show a drunken crowd tried to get their money back. When they couldn't they came back at night and set fire to the tent. That in itself wasn't particularly an issue, however Miles reacted violently and the police report said that for no reason the wild child head butted the ringleader of the group, straddled the man and punched him in the face until he was unrecognisable, the man later dying on the way to the hospital.

Fearing for their son Miles' parents gave him all the money they could afford, gave him a change of clothes and told him to run. Run he did, eventually losing himself in London's busy streets. Months passed and Miles had started earning his way through excessive force.

One day he followed a rich looking man and reached for his throat, the man span on the spot grabbed Miles' hand and asked "How many have you killed?" surprised, Miles fought against this man using the wall as a stepping stone to try and get behind him. The man however just threw Miles' to the ground and then tied Miles' hands up with a business tie. "How. Many?" was asked again more forcefully and Miles told him, he honestly didn't know, but they all made it to the ambulance. "Well, I suppose I better get deal with you then... I'm probably going to regret this" and then with a sigh the man took Miles to his house and trained him, turning a circus born street rat into an upstanding gentleman of the highest order.

Miles reacted violently to the teaching at first, but soon learned the futility of resistance as the man was able to subdue him with little effort. With the acceptance of the situation the man started teaching in a more considerate manner "You already know how to kill, I don't need to teach you that. What I'm going to teach you is how to not kill."
And so each day Miles was taught restraint, etiquette and how to be the very model of a gentleman assassin, which really meant was how to act unsurprised by anything, treat the target like they are the most important person on earth until you kill them and how to kill them while being dapper.

One lesson was at a dinner party where he was told to kill the host without leaving his seat. Miles was sat down at the far end of the table and placed a napkin on his lap. As the meal progressed Miles had to restrain himself, stop himself from just running across the table and snapping the man's neck, but he was told to never leave his chair and to wait until dessert to give the man his last meal.

When dessert came Miles waited until the target started eating before taking the fondue fork and throwing it through the target's eye, piercing the brain. Standing up, Miles took a tulip from a nearby vase and put it in the dead man's hands. Then the other members of the table turned to Miles and congratulated him on his precise throw and his courtesy to let the target have some dessert as well. It turned out that everyone at the table except the target were also considered 'Gentlemen Assassins' and although the target was real; it had all been a test of his manners more than his ability to kill.

On the last day he ever saw what he had come to think of as another father he was given a plane ticket, a passport with his new name, the location of Riddle Academy and instructions to go there and "Integrate back into society, become a good man. You're now the eighth in line, make me proud."

Weapon: Miles primarily uses a silenced Walther PPK to assassinate, but will always resort to using his hands when pressed at close range.

Equipment: A small pack of sugar-free gum, keeps a steel plate in his breast pocket which has deflected many a bullet to his heart, usually carries a bouquet of flowers that he will hand out a flower of to all the lovely ladies that he passes

Skills:

Impeccable Manners – first and foremost, Miles is a gentleman. He will hold the door open for a lady and will treat everyone with respect.

Acrobatics – not commonly shown since it doesn't fit with his gentleman training, but Miles can flip and tumble with the best of them.

Hand-to-hand combat – Miles was a natural born killer that was taught restraint and to have surgical precision when taking out a target, using only as much force as required

Improvised Weaponry – Miles was taught that it was uncouth to carry around too many weapons, but a mistake to not be prepared. So Miles is as likely to use his gun as a fork, a frypan, chair or car. He'll use whatever happens to be close at hand.

Cleaning – when he makes a mess Miles will be sure to clean up after himself, or others... or anyone really

Ballroom Dancing – a bit old fashioned, but so was his master

Violin - Miles was taught classical violin, mainly because he can hide lots of weapons in the case if needed and actually play the instrument on demand as a cover

Value Judgement – the clothes make the man and Miles knows how to value any piece of apparel

Devilish Temper – not really a skill, but as a side-effect of his conditioning Miles has been left with instincts he long since wish he had suppressed. As his clothes become damaged his demeanour starts to crumble, and Mile's hand-to-hand combat skill becomes far more unorthodox and incorporates his acrobatic skills more fully, as if the clothes maketh the man was almost literal with him. The end result is closer to a serial killer than an assassin, attacking from any angle and with anything he can find

Other:

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By the time Minako and Miles had walked off into the short girl's dorm room, Donna had already thought of several different and descriptive ways in which to murder them both. Of course, as her fellow third year student, she'd go easy on Miles. Maybe only have him conscious while she ripped his guts through his face with her teeth as opposed to something else. Minako on the other hand would pay dearly...

"Oh ho, well isn't this new," the shark-toothed girl muttered to herself. "Heh, been a while since I felt something like this. Don't tell me Calamari is actually making me jealous…maybe I can ask mom about it later. Oh well. Boss needs me, oh ho!"

Checking the reports between Kaede and Izumi, Donna saw that she was required in the nurse's office. The dummy had gotten herself killed, leaving the infirmary in a state of mass panic and hysteria. Or something like that. Shaking her head, the sharp-teethed girl was there in a blur, noting the corpse of the poor nurse. Changing back into her own outfit, she snickered as the chaos continued to ensue. Oh well. More traffic control for her.

She did notice the boss' little sister and her friends though. Apparently the shy one had a personality change and was performing what looked to amount to surgery on the mummy. It really wasn't Donna's business to meddle, and if Rei was the Head Director's sister, there was no doubt that she'd just chew her out for "helping". So for now, Donna ignored them.

It was a good thing too because then Donna would have to see the grimace on Rei's face. While she didn't particularly like Sayaka-at least not her pervy nature-she couldn't help but cringe as the mummified girl began to scream and holler as Addie unwrapped her bandages. She was even about to step in and suggest Addie try a different method of…whatever she was trying to do.

Then Sayaka mentioned the desire to see both her and her sister in the nude. Rei's eye twitched as all sympathy for the now revealed and pale girl evaporated. With a dark look, she moved aside and motioned for Addie to do her thing. Whatever it was she was doing.

"Go ahead Addie-san. I'm sure you can make her feel just right again," she said with venomous sarcasm, not really caring now that Sayaka had apparently fainted. That's when the PA began to go off and Rei looked up. She raised an eye at this…interesting new message spoken by the Head Director.

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Attention students of Riddle Academy. Due to recent events, we have a new teacher who will be joining us this semester. Please welcome with warm regards Kanzaki Itsuko as one of your new sensei.

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What? Who the hell was Kanzaki Itsuko?

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Right as Addie began to take off Sayaka's bandages she started to slowly twitch back to life, and when Addie revealed Sayaka's pale gut, Sayaka snapped awake and started to panic and scream while Addie tried to unravel her bandages, Sayaka felt a burning feeling on her pale skin, it felt like someone took a giant lighter to her skin or soaked her in kerosene for a couple days and just lit her up with a lighter, Sayaka could hear Rei and Addie, she kicked and flailed her arms around feeling the worst pain imaginable.

" STOP ! Put them back on me, put them on me, it burns ! IT Burns ! Put the Bandages on ! Put them on ! NOW !" Sayaka screamed to the top of her lungd at the two of them like she was about to die from pain, she tried to reach for more bandages as Addie put more bandages on her and Sayaka kicked at Addie but didn't hit her, just trying to scare her." Don't touch my bandages again, don't they are my skin on top of my skin and keep my wounds from burning me alive and killing me. I need them to stay alive." Sayaka told Addie feeling angry at her for taking off her bandages and revealing her skin to the air.

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Kyoko Akera

@liferusher

Kyoko had noticed that the katana-wielding girl had addressed Kyoko as senpai, well she was a third year so that would make the most sense, and the girl who addressed her kind of looked a little young in the first place. Then hell came, Kaede came rushing down the hall towards Kyoko, which would mean that her booze is going to be taken away! Kyoko grit her teeth as she was prepared to run, she wouldn't let this black class student take away her only means of delight. But in the end, she was too drunk to run, let alone even walk. Kyoko then looked up to Kaede who had been talking to her, maybe she could sweet-talk her way out of it, or maybe even blackmail her?

But to be honest, she had to material to blackmail Kaede about, and besides she was just way too drunk in the first place. She was kind of hoping that Kaede would not find her hidden booze, but she managed to, sending Kyoko into a swing of emotions, most of them being incredibly sad and angry. And besides, she is going to be taken to the head director, she knew that she was going to get the shit kicked out of her. But, she could be given a bath by the cute girl, which made Kyoko grin slightly.

This truly was the opposite of the regular and sober Kyoko, she would have been so calm and collected, she wouldn't even flirt with anybody in the first place. Kyoko stumbled up off of the ground, saddened that her booze was taken away from her.
"C'mon... I need that..." Kyoko slurred her speech, reaching for the booze but her arm swinging the opposite way from it. She could pass out just about any second now, but she would like to do it after her glorious bath.

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Miles smiled as Minako was happy to have him stay over for the night. "Very well little sister, I'll just go and get my things and some medicine, just in case alright?" with a soft kiss on her forehead and a pat on her head Miles reluctantly let go of the soft little hand still holding his he left, gently shutting the door behind him. This onii-chan stuff seems fairly straightforward.

His footsteps echoing through the silent halls Miles' demeanour was different than a lot of the younger students who joined this Academy. Being strong in his gentleman ideals he felt there was no reason he should ever have to hide or ambush from around a corner, since he believed no such attack could outright kill him. Reaching the front desk, Miles let himself in, searching for his luggage that he had left since in previous years things have been known to go missing during the introduction ceremony.

Finding his things all in order, Miles carried his bags and made his way to the infirmary to get some common cold medicine. As he approached he heard un-earthly screams and pleas echo through the corridor. Is the nurse using a bone-saw? She has a bone-saw?! Oh I hope so! They are so useful and so very persuasive~

With a light knock on the open door to announce his presence Miles took a quick survey of the room and saw a young girl completely bandaged "Hello there, sorry to interrupt I'm just here for some... cold... medicine..." Miles had just noticed Donna in the nurse's outfit, surprisingly not covered in blood. Coughing to clear his throat and hide the slight reddening of his cheeks Miles recomposed himself and grinned
"Donna! How good to see you! Or should I say 'Helloooo Nurse'? Hmm, sorry, bad joke on my part relating to an old cartoon, it was in poor taste" entering the infirmary proper he politely bowed to each of the other young ladies in the room before turning back to Donna,
"I did not expect for us to bump into each other again today, and with you in such a fetching outfit! I'm just here for some cold medicine and maybe some painkillers if any are left after the cacophony of screams." Seeing the bandaged young lady Miles could only imagine what Donna did to her.
"Pardon the rudeness, but were you the causes of those screams? Scaring the young-blood with a bone-saw perhaps...?" an odd hopeful tone crept into his voice as he asked about the bone-saw, nearing on excitement at the idea that the school had a bone-saw.


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BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Mel
Age: 2,500 approx.
Gender: Female
Race: Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): Ehh, she's never really had an actress per se, it's a drawn picture that I found on google that I use for her but it's just perfect for her xD)
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin Tone: Quite pale-porcelain-ish
Height: 6 ft
Weight: No idea tbh XD I'm no good at working out weights lol let's just say she weighs around what she's supposed to for her height
Build: Slender and tall like all of her kin, well-muscled with a strong/sturdy frame overall
Weapons: Bow (which was once her father's, was passed on to her when she was old enough to learn to shoot), Rapier, set of elven fighting knives

Overall Appearance:
Appearance + "Casual" Clothing (ignore the sword and the magic mist stuff, she doesn't have that xD) :

Armor:

Arm guards:

Bow:

Rapier:

Daggers:

PERSONALITY

Likes: The stars/star watching, spending time with her family, killing orcs etc.
Dislikes: Orcs and other such evil beings, watching her loved ones sad/suffering
Strengths: An excellent and swift fighter with both bow and blade, fiercely loyal and devoted to her family and loved ones, will always stand up for her beliefs and friends
Weaknesses: Headstrong and stubborn, does not always listen to others' advice or orders. Often impulsive and rushes into things before thinking of consequences.
Fears: Surviving severe injury but not being able to fight or look after herself properly, losing Legolas or Thranduil, being unable to have her own children someday

Overall Personality:
(huge paragraphs oops sorry-have a basic breakdown in case you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD)
Sarcastic | Untrusting | Loyal | Sharp-tongued/snappy | Compassionate | Sensitive

Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down. To her family and close friends she is devoted and gentle, and would do anything for them. Losing someone that she cares deeply for affects her more than most perhaps, and it would take her a good few centuries on most accounts to reach the point where she can accept it fully and "move on" from it as well as she is capable. Indeed she still feels melancholy at thoughts of her passed relatives but can push it aside if the situation calls for it. Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a Warg keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.

Mel is extremely wary of dragons and would sooner attempt to kill one than converse with it, regardless of whether it approached her in a friendly manner or not. She has seen the ruin and death that dragons can bring, and indeed she will never forgive the beasts for tearing apart her family, to ask her to befriend one will be met with only contempt, bitterness and hate on her end. Other than dragons, there is very little that sparks enough fear in her to reduce her to a blubbering mess, as Mel is a particularly tenacious individual which is to be expected from someone who has grown up in a forest which has been steadily taken over by darkness and evil. Having to slay and fight with nests crawling with extremely large spiders on a daily basis means it's not exactly a "good idea" for lack of a better way to phrase it, to be afraid of them. However, anything larger than those spiders which she has experienced in Mirkwood is highly likely to leave her rather bemused and more than slightly concerned, as she has never confronted any arachnid of a larger size before in her life. In regards to how she responds to fear, even when Mel is scared to death she is not the type of individual to stand there literally quaking in her boots, whimpering and bawling. Instead she typically takes on the "rabbit in the headlights" kind of approach and tends to completely freeze up, totally unsure of whether to run away or fight whatever puts her in that position.

While she is by no means a "damsel in distress", nor does she necessarily act like a "spoilt princess", however she does occasionally act at rather 'high and mighty' as some may describe it, because of her well-off upbringing. Mel isn't a tantrum thrower by any stretch of the imagination, but she does at times react to things which displease her by pouting and/or sulking and then proceeding to make some sort of snide comment on the matter. Snide comments and sharp remarks are something Mel is never short of, which may come as a shock to some as they would expect someone of her upbringing to be "polite and lady-like", though she is far from it. She is not inherently rude all the time, and due to countless lessons from her aunt and uncle in her younger years she is perfectly capable of acting in a civil manner to form treaties, alliances and other such things, and is indeed even rather capable of sitting in on many political matters and being rather persuasive towards her own or her kingdom's need and win the opposing party over - even if it bores her to death! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her, though for the most part she tries her best to keep herself controlled and will usually just respond in turn with some other cutting remark towards the person who started the whole affair.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: I actually haven't been able to work it out exactly just yet XD it's a couple decades before Legolas', though ;)
Place of Birth: Mirkwood (well, back then it was still Greenwood but yeah XD)
Family Relations: Ardor (father, deceased) Thranduil (uncle), Legolas (cousin)

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"Thorin!" Kili shouted as he tried to push through the crowd to get to his uncle as Thorin was thrown to the ground by one of the goblin subjects, who was lining up his foul blade to cleave the dwarf prince's head off.

But at that very moment, a bright white light burst forth from behind the group and engulfed them all, making the goblins scream and drop to the floor, stunned. As the dwarves blinked and looked about them, dazed, and the light cleared, they saw Gandalf standing there.
"Take up arms!" the wizard instructed, raising his voice to shout loudly. "Fight! FIGHT!"

[Assistant] Scrambling for their weapons, the dwarves fought their way through the caves of goblin town. One by one, a goblin junped at then here and there as the Fae followed them while taking flight ahead of them, clearing the bridges by violently colliding into the small goblins off the side. Allowing them a safe passage, the last thing they wanted to see, was the king again. In the way he was, he mocked them. "What are you going to do now, wizard?", Maleficent angrily swiped out her dagger and suddenly stabbed the goblin king through the head. "That'll do it", with him dead, his weight caused the bridge to collapse.

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With shouts of surprise, the dwarves clamoured to keep hold as the entire bridge that they were standing on plummetted far below, they all landed in a pile at the bottom, with the planks of wood all on top of them. Groaning loudly, they tried to get up and brush off the debris.
"Well, that could have been worse." declared Bofur matter-of-factly and trying to make something cheerful of the matter. At least they were free of the goblins now.

However, no sooner had the dwarf said it, than the goblin king's corpse collapsed directly on top of them.
"Oh, you have got to be joking!!!" Dwalin hollered angrily as the dwarves squirmed out from underneath the body.

It was then that Kili looked back behind them as he heard the scurrying of thousands of feet heading towards them, and saw a mass of snarling, hissing goblins heading directly for them.
"Um...Gandalf...!!" he yelled to the wizard.

[Assistant] As the bridge was falling, Maleficent did lose her wind current and fell along with everyone else, but landed a few feet from the wreckage. Seeing the corpse drop, she gave a wince at the sight of them being crushed. Helping them out, she lifted some parts of the bridge that was on top of them, in order to help the squirming be easier. As she was about to move the piece that was above Kili, she couldn't but look up at the thousands of goblins running after them. "Time to go", she quickly said in a small voice as she managed to get the young dwarf out.

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"Go? What do you mean 'go'?!" Kili repeated Maleficent's instructions back at her, though ran as she had nudged him to.
"There's only one thing that will save us now," Gandalf clarified with an explanation, ushering the other dwarves towards the exit also. "daylight! Run, all of you!"

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Ushering them through the caves, Maleficent felt relieved as she finally felt the sun upon her. Running down the mountainside, she still by Kili's side, relieved that they both managed to stay through the predicament.

"Five, six, seven, eight. Bifur, Bofur, that's ten. Fili, Kili, Maleficent, that's thirteen. And Bombur, that makes fourteen. Where's Bilbo? Where is our hobbit? Where is our hobbit?!", Gandalf shouted over them as they finally came to a stop.

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The dwarves all looked to and fro in surprise, as if they had all only just realised that the hobbit wasn't with them.
"Well, I thought he was with Dori!" cried one of the dwarves. Though at that shout Dori looked rather offended.
"Don't blame me, I'm not his babysitter!" he protested.

Meanwhile, Bilbo had just managed to escape Gollum and the goblins by turning invisible when wearing the ring he had found on the floor in Gollum's cave.

[Assistant] "What happened exactly? Tell me!", the wizard demanded. "I'll tell you what happened", Thorin stepped up. "Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it! He's thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since first he stepped out of his door. We will not be seeing our hobbit again, he is long gone", Bilbo slips off his ring and steps out from behind the tree he was hiding behind. "No, he isn't", hearing this, the dwarves are surprised and look glad to see him. "Bilbo Baggins. I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life", Gandalf felt relieved at seeing the hobbit, alive and well.

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"But how on earth did you get past the goblins?!" Kili asked, astounded that the hobbit had managed to escape the tunnels alone.
"How indeed!" Dwalin echoed, wanting to know just as badly.
"Yes, well..." Bilbo cleared his throat awkwardly and slipped the ring subtly back into his pocket, hoping they wouldn't notice.

Gandalf however it seemed had noticed, though he didn't say anything and simply shook his head.
"That doesn't matter now, what matters is he is back, and all in one piece!"
"It matters!" Thorin insisted in a growl, stepping forward. "I want to know!" turning to face the hobbit he asked. "Why did you come back?"

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"Look, I know you doubt me. I know...I know you always have. And you're right, I often think of Bag End. I miss my books, and my arm chair, and my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back, cause...you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you, but I will help you take it back if I can", Bilbo explained calmly to the group, and the fae couldn't help but curl a smile on her lips.

Azog and his warg army show up, seeing the group down the mountainside. "Run them down! Tear them to pieces!", he yelled in Black Speech to which Maleficent understood perfectly. A couple of wargs come running down the mountain, howling.

Maleficent's smile dissappeared when she saw the wargs coming. "Run. Run!", she started small until she raised her voice for them to hear. "Run with them, I'll catch up", she told the twins.

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"But..." Kili began to protest though he couldn't finish his sentence as Fili grabbed his cloak and pulled him after the others who were already running behind Gandalf down the mountain.

However, they were then put in a predicament because they found that it soon ended in a cliff, and they had nowhere left to run to. Thinking quickly, Gandalf shouted to them.
"Climb the trees, quickly!"

[Assistant] As they continued to climb the tree, Fili was helping his brother climb, but the youngest almost lost his grip as the tree began to shake. The wargs were trying to knock the tree down! That wasn't going to help them at this rate, and getting wasn't an option! A warg managed to at least climb a little up the tree, but didn't get far. A female shout of Black Speech came to the creatures, and the fae aggressively collided and toppled one of them off the cliff that was below. Knowing that it wasn't over yet, the female charged back and hit one of the riders head-on.


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Are you a boy, or a girl?: Girl

Age: 27

Personality: Diana Artemisia is the quintessential "smart kid". Cautious and always a step ahead, Diana sought to outperform her peers as she grew up. Growing up with two strict disciplinarians for parents, it's no surprise that she excelled in school as much as she did. Always striving to be the best, always stepping on the competition. That has been Diana's entire life. This doesn't mean she's heartless, though; Diana has a deep fondness for Pokemon, and she is actually very passionate about scholarly pursuits. She gives respect to those she deems worthy of it, and can be very lively despite her rigorous upbringing. Discussing topics she cares for can bring out excitement to the point of where she begins speaking faster than most can understand. Diana has a particular interest in Pokemon genetics, as well as military tactics and history; this has manifested in her having some significant battle prowess. Diana does indulge in some pride, though she knows better than to openly boast to people. Socially speaking, Diana is comfortable with people, though she would secretly rather be tending to her beloved Pokemon.

Skills: Wields a Yumi in combat, which is fitted with a Psychic gem that allows her to use ranged Psychic attacks, as well as allowing her to "aim" with her mind; while this takes more concentration, it allows for more deadly accuracy. Social skills from being raised among nobility. Intense studies have given her good knowledge of Johto history. Skill with archery while mounted.

History: Diana Artemisia grew up in a house of elite nobility. Her mother had complications giving birth, leaving Diana as her first and last child. As a result, heavy expectations were placed on Diana's shoulders from an early age as the sole heir to her parents' wealth and status. Diana's mother was more of an academic influence, while Diana's father-a general of the Johto army-introduced more military-centric interests in her. Through strict parenting, Diana became a combination of both. She excelled in school, due to the pressure she received from her parents to outshine her peers. When she wasn't studying, Diana was rigorously training under the supervision of her father. Not one for garish fighting up-close, Diana selected the Yumi as her weapon of choice. It allowed her to supervise her terrain more carefully while still damaging her opponent. Honing this skill over many years has given her great skill, increased further by her skill with Psychic-type attacks.

When she was 10, Diana's father gave her a gift: her first Pokemon, an Abra (though in the form of an egg). Part of Diana's training regimen became dedicated to caring for the egg. She was so devoted that she even took it to school with her, fearing for what might happen if she let it out of her sight. When the Abra hatched, she gave it the name Imperium, meaning power. While Diana was frustrated at first with her new Abra's lack of strength, some tough love eventually helped it become stronger. Carefully coordinated training helped the Abra evolve into a Kadabra, and eventually an Alakazam (though that came in Diana's adulthood). Upon showing that she was capable of properly tending to and caring for Pokemon, Diana's father gave her two more Pokemon to raise, descended from his own team of Pokemon: a Ghastly (that would eventually become a Gengar) and a Growlithe (that would eventually become an Arcanine).

Upon reaching the age of 18, Diana chose to follow in her father's footsteps and enter the military, though not in a typical position. She directly assisted her father, learning from him and his peers in the Johto military leadership. She rose to some prominence after her father retired, earning respect for her ability to balance military prowess and scholarly knowledge. Fiercely loyal to her home kingdom, Diana aims to serve her king as best she can. So when she was told to accompany Prince Hemlock on a conquest of Kanto, she obeyed without question, despite Prince Hemlock's...reputation for instability. Kanto was lazy; their king was on the verge of giving his land to his son, what better time to strike than now? Armed with her yumi, her Pokemon, and her wit, Diana set out to Kanto alongside the Prince and his army. This was her chance to finally exceed her parents' expectations, to cement a little place in history for herself.

Pokemon: An Alakazam named Imperium, a Gengar named Doctrina, and an Arcanine named Litera.

Equipment: A Yumi fitted with a Psychic gem that allows Diana to use ranged psychic attacks, a set of leather armor with steel plating over the chest, with a Mind Plate
at the center that creates her mental connection to her yumi. She also has a robe that she wears over her armor. 6 apriballs (only 3 are in use) and a large sum of money.

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Chiyome's eyes widened as Daiki basically announced their plans out loud, and had to restrain herself from smacking him across the face right then and there. "This is supposed to be private," she hissed under her breath, before looking around to see if anyone had heard. Nobody was paying any attention to them, so perhaps they got lucky. Chiyome sighed before turning her attention back to Prince Teal. She had to keep her composure, or somebody would start paying attention to them. The Prince seemed unperturbed despite Daiki almost blowing their cover; perhaps it was something he'd learned to do over time. She felt relieved that the Prince agreed with them, at least, given the situation they were in. Now wasn't the time to turn to the three Lords, not until things got a lot more serious. Still, Chiyome made a note to try and grab an Apriball if she ever got the chance. They just might need it at some point.

Chiyome listened carefully to the Prince's next words, nodding in agreement when he suggested that they leave. She figured that staying in one place for too long would be risky, and risk was not something they could afford to have. Though, she did wonder just how they would go about traveling, given that she usually traveled by flight with Sora. The Prince had his Rapidash, but it appeared that the "Pokemon expert" traveled mostly on foot. Sora usually had to carry Nakami and Kotsu as well as Chiyome herself, and Chiyome did not want to have to be slowed down by traveling on foot. She'd be happy to scout ahead on Sora before they went anywhere, but they could probably figure out the logistics of traveling later. For now, they should try to get out of town as quickly and quietly as possible.

"Yes, we should head to Fuchsia City as soon as possible. Having a monopoly on the Johtoan supply line will be of great benefit to us," Chiyome said before standing up out of her chair. "Kotsu, Nakami, we'll be on our way." Chiyome was grateful for the fact that, at least right now, they wouldn't have to worry too much about being followed. Not even the messengers were allowed to read the correspondences that they deliver, given the sensitivity of the information. And the existence of this meeting was definitely sensitive information. This eased Chiyome's paranoia somewhat, but she knew that once they actually started interfering with the Johtoan invasion, they would all need to be on the lookout. The Prince would easily be captured and hauled across the sea as a prisoner if they weren't careful enough. And given that she was assigned to prevent exactly that, the pressure was...almost overwhelming. After all, her failure would likely mean the downfall of her entire kingdom. She shrugged her fear off, deciding that the best way to ease that fear was to do her job well. After all, she didn't have much choice.

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Location - Off the Shore of Kanto

The prince smiled the short distance to Diana, and watched with clear interest on how the gears turned in her head. She may not approve of this strategy, but in truth if they waited to long they'd risk losing the prince's scent. Time was a finicky matter, and receiving a message from the future meant he had to act soon. The prince turned to one of the guards, who approached with a set of traveling cloaks, and masks. Of course there would be masks. If the kanto soldiers knew exactly who was chasing them that could be a danger, or they could warn others. Or worse, they could be spotted by one of the soldiers from Johto. That would put Prince Yew on the trail of Prince Teal... They couldn't have that. This was Hemlock's hunt. Taking the first cloak, and the mask of Lugia, the legendary pokemon who ruled over Johto. One day... He'd own more than just a mask in the visage of the legendary guardian. The other masks on offer were of Ho-Ho, clearly for Diana, and the three soldiers joining them would be using the legendary dog trio.

"Excellent choice." Hemlock said, once Diana had made her choice. In truth, he only ever planned to use that plan. The offerings may very well have just been a test. Maybe... She could have chosen any of them and he'd still think of it as going according to some kind of plan. Somedays he wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking. Celebi once said that it was because he was always trying to think 4th dimensionally. The fourth dimension being time. "Diana, I know you have your reservations about this kind of strategy, but if we take too long, than Prince Teal will be out of my grip. And, my future self will lose his scent." This was the important part. The future was an ever malleable mess, and unless he operated in a very specific manner he may just end up losing it. "We leave now. He leapt onto Famine, the aerodactyl hissing as the human's weight rested on its mounted back. "Diana, you will go to ground with one other soldier, and I shall be in the sky alongside the other two. We'll be utilizing the cloud-line to hide us, and we'll be waiting for your signal." He turned to the other soldier, who luckily possessed a fire pokemon capable of creating a make-shift flare that could be seen from above. This operation would rely entirely on the element of surprise. By going into the cloudline, they were avoiding detection from any surveillance, and if they had two on the ground, it'd be easier to write off as mere travelers.

Taking into the sky, it wouldn't be too long of a trip. Diana would most likely be flying alongside them, for the first part of the plan of course. Pidgeottos were known for their legendary speed, and most of all, this operation worked best as a get in and go out. And if that failed, even being able to identify Prince Teal and his troops would be infinitely useful in the long run if the short run wasn't an option.

"Diana... I want you to know, I have faith in your abilities." Hemlock said, only looking ahead. Aerodactyl managed to keep pace with the bird pokemon, though it was clear the others had to move just a tad slower for his sake. "You see, the reason I am coming with you on this, is because I need to see this prince with my own two eyes. It is the only way I can absolutely assure the future is safe." In the distance, the town was coming into sight, and the Prince felt his heart race. Here. Here was were he would become king again. "Follow the plan. Don't draw attention until you're ready. The prince will be operating with a great deal of pokemon out in the open, since they don't have the ability to store them like we do."


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Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

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Matilda was glad that her helmet was blocking out the smell of horse dung and mold. Scanning the area where she should go next, heading towards the middle door. Treading carefully as she made her way further into the fortress. The sounds of water drops and other strange sounds did not help with her paranoia. But she assumed that she could be heard, because of her heavy armour. Stopping to check her surroundings, making sure there was no one waiting to ambush her. After a few silent moments, she could see the mark on her shoulder plate starting to glow red hot. Signifying that the others had arrived, walking further out towards what she presumed was the commander's office.

The large orc was searching everywhere for any kind of clue, it didn't matter if it was some sort of paperwork. What would be even better if she could find one of the kidnappers to interrogate. She hoped that the culprits were here, just so she could give them a well deserved beating.

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Shaking off the last bits of muck before heading through the widened wall opening, cedar wished he hadn't. The interior was rank with the stink of horse manure and urine. In the foul deposits on the floor, he spotted the recent footprints of who was most certainly Matilda, if Henri's report was accurate.

He traced them deeper into the compound and found his mark.

She was quite edgy, and rounded on him before scowling and hissing under her breath not to sneak up on her like that. He just dropped his ears a little and frowned at her, but got the hint about staying quiet for the moment, instead just shadowing her discretely. If there WERE any assholes in here, he would back her up with the little surprises he had sewn all over outside.

In fact, he paused a moment to help grow the root system deeper inside, through the gap in the wall, just to be on the safe side.

So far though, the search had turned up no sign of recent habitation besides their own presence there.

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[GM Post]

Beyond the barren hall-turned-stables was the two sets of staircase, as well as what must've been the lavatory. The path down was filled with water after the third step, but the way up remained open with some bats scattering away upon sensing movement nearby. If one were to investigate the lavatory, they'd find a recent trace of use - all dried by now, but the stench was still present.

In the current floor the only trace of metal was the band around the barrel and Matilda's equipment. There's various presence above, small things roughly gathered on one side of the room. So far nothing moved beside the orc knight.

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"Am I the only one who can explore this...?" Henri stared at the water-logged stairs to the lower floors. There's probably nothing to explore in there, unless the kidnappers were a certain breed of mermen... It wouldn't hurt to explore later.

 He sees Cedar and Matilda convene, and chooses to merely pass by the room they were in silently. It's good that Cedar's boots don't make even a quarter of the sound that Henri's shoes with bronze soles would be making.

 Right now, he'd rather climb the stairs above. He chose the closest one where he could sense the most metal objects.

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They reconvened at... well, the name sounds like a brothel, the decoration looked like a brothel, and the way it's all closed up kinda feels like a brothel, but Sparky said it's an inn. The elf ignored the closed sign and went in, true to her words it was actually an inn in there. Hmm. Quite fancy one, if Yvonne had to say. None of those garishly pompous decor in an attempt to pander to nobility, but it's comfy and quiet and most importantly it's absurdly clean. Cant see a speck of dust or a drop of stain anywhere. As a frequent visitor to inns, the mercenary can confidently say that if the owner somehow managed to keep the common room spotless it's definitely a pleasant place to stay at.

"Food and cold drink, for starter. What you got?" Yvonne glanced around the room, considering potential defensible point and escape path should Delving try something stupid. For a moment her eyes stopped at a particular calendar, before she turned around to Sparky nearby and back at the calendar. This time she didn't hold back from cackling as she took a seat by the table, right feet almost naturally raised to rest on her left knee. "Why, I never took you for a daring sort there Sparky."

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[GM Post]

The upper level was somewhat more intact. The yawning hole in the wall from below continued up here, but the collapsed section was decidedly smaller. They layout was roughly the same with the stairs continuing upward toward the battlement and there's better lighting with several holes on the ceiling. A marked difference, however, was the fact that this place showed sign of being lived on. Bedrolls were strewn on one side while several rolls of tools and backpacks sat against the wall next to it. One of the backpacks was on the floor, right next to what seemed to be the spot dedicated for cooking, with its content strewn all over the place. The cookpot had also been summarily kicked aside, where a pile of ashes mixed with tiny scraps of miraculously unburnt paper now sat.

None of the above was the most notable thing in the room, though. A stiff corpse laid face-down in the center amidst a dark pool of dried blood, a feast for flies and several crows. The clothing looked to be some leather tunic, a very common outfit among the peasants, an unstrung bow abandoned not far from the body.

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[NPC Post]

"What the- ah, Ser Cedrick. You're here very early." Anderson reacted just as a normal person would when a bear stampeded straight into their direction, though he remembered soon enough that he did in fact had a bear-man investigator. The squire wasn't sure why Cedrick was naked, but he's disinclined to comment on it. "Your lead brought you to this general area, I assume. Is there any new discovery?"

He spared a glance at the ancient architechture, still steadfast despite gradually losing ground against nature itself.

"I have no idea this place existed."

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A dead person...

 Well. He won't need his stuff anymore. Henri willed the corpse's pockets to unfurl, revealing some spoiled berries that contaminated the hardtack in the same pocket, a few copper coins, and a spool of bowstring. Additionally, on his belt, a small dirk. Partially rusted. He dropped it with a metallic clang. There's nothing good.
 The unstrung hunting bow looks decent. He could probably fix the bow with that string, but bringing arrows is a hassle.

 Arrows.
 This must be one of the kidnappers... Then, the blood on the tracks... He must've offered to stay, then died after the kidnappers were long gone. No, he wouldn't be face-down if that was the case. Was he betrayed, stabbed in the back?

 Henri walked towards the center of the room, willing the backpacks to release everything they held inside them, all neatly sorted on the floor. Then, he yanked upward gently at Matilda's shoulderplate with his Telekinesis. The cyan marking on it faded entirely.

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[GM Post]

The backpack vomited numerous clothing article of varying stench, from shirt to pants and extra socks and underwears. Alongside was a few more personal articles, notably soaps, towels, a few razor, some water canteen, a compass, two deck of cards, a nail clipper, and small bottle of bug repellant. One bag was particularly loud as it disgorged a number of tin pots, pans, plates and cups alongside the cutlery and two wooden spatula. There's a sack of preserved food, enough to feed half a dozen men for at least two weeks.

The rolls of tools, meanwhile, was categorized by purpose. One looked to be a mix of outdoor tools and horse maintenance. Another was filled with medical kit. Finally, the last seemed to be nothing but torture tools.

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"Food and cold drink, for starter. What you got?"

The bartender eyed one of the thermoses on the counter and smiled with subtle pride. "That will be our specialty, fresh iced lemon te--"

The noblewoman's nose wrinkled. "Do I look like a waif to you? None of those pompous leaf juice! I'm talking alcohol, yeah? What's in those kegs, huh?"

The bartender sighed. Already two people rejected his carefully blended iced tea today, and one of the rejections came from a tea drinker herself. In resignation, he just shrugged. If this lady didn't like tea, that wasn't his's lookout.

"That would be corn whiskey—-fresh batch made last month. For the food, we have deep-fried chicken in batter."

"Sold!" The noblewoman smacked her hand on the wooden surface, disturbing Jazdia who sat on the other side of the table.

As the bartender skipped to fetch the order, Jazdia beckoned Kaito and Chounan to sit at the same table. She had finished one letter and had it compactly rolled into a small tube. Leaving them for a while, she saddled that tiny burden on a pigeon's back and walked toward the door.

"Rata forod meglin pad óurqu, noro lim meldë!"

Just to make sure, she had shown the bird the mug sketches of Cedar before letting the flying critter fly to the northern horizon.
Then she returned to the table. Might sound presumptuous, but the elf looked far more relaxed now. Maybe because of the tea.

Without preamble, she began. "Before I... my company took over this establishment, we conducted some research regarding potential competitors and other disruptive entities. One of these entities is The Black Serpent Guild. But our intel on them was sufficient for business purposes only."

There was a long pause.

"All we know about them is they are a prominent spices importer on the black market. Keito, Mr. Chounan, as someone who understands the street of Rascade, I would like to hear your input on this matter."


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NICKNAME: Lila, DC

AGE(19-25): 22

GENDER: Female

EX: Jareth Wells

FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B

FAVORITE COLOR: Turquoise, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue, Hot Pink

HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling

ANIMALS:
PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Flirtatious.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior

OTHER: Comes from a privileged family and is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.

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There were no warnings for that, no proper responses for when someone dumps a pile of bricks on you. He thought he might drown right there. Pregnant? How was that even possible? They were usually so careful. She was on the pill and everything. But, a miracle happened, and then the Gods saw it fit to take away their precious gift. Maybe... maybe that was for the better? Jareth had no parental love growing up, he would have made a shit father.

Shit father, shit boyfriend, shit person.

But if he really felt that way, then why did her words of hurt him so, was it the empathetic pain of seeing her hurting? Or was it pain of losing a future that he didn't even realise he wanted? He wasn't sure if his knees gave out, or if the news had physically punched him back, but he was suddenly seated on the bed. He had no words, he simply sat and stared at the wall, as if trapped in some awful silent movie.

Surely the director would step from behind the camera and clack his clapperboard now. "Great scene, very moving, time for a lunch break!" he would say. But no, Jareth was a musician, not an actor, and for once... the poet was at a loss for words.

Delilah collapsed into a sobbing mess beside him. She told him her story, pouring her heart out to him. But he didn't deserve her honesty, not when he was the biggest cause of all her pain. Jareth reached his arm around her, trying to comfort her in any way. It was probably the wrong thing to do, but he had to stop the sobbing. He had to fix the mess he made, he never thought he could fuck something up so royally. And then her final word pierced his heart like a splintered stake.

Worthless.

That troublesome, devil of a feeling. Jareth had danced with that particular devil for many years. That internal nagging that pushed many to drugs, self harm... suicide... He hoped she didn't mean it, oh gods, please don't let her mean it.

"No." it was the first word that he had managed to croak out the entire time. Jareth used his right hand to guide her face to look at him. With both hands, he softly held her face, making eye contact unavoidable. He wanted it that way, so the conviction would ring loud and clear when he said "You are not worthless."

The rest of the sentiment finished in his head alone: "I am. I was. I always will be."

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Adelisa sat up and decided to go looking for Grant. They needed to talk, whether it was a good idea or not; because Adelisa could not feel this way anymore. It was a horrible feeling and she didn't want to it to continue. She got up and left her room, walking to the hallway with a sigh. She was nervous, but who wouldn't be in her situation? She opened the door and popped her head out, looking around.

She wondered where he would be, so she took her phone out and texted him hey, it's Adelisa… can we talk?  She quickly made her way back to her room and threw her make up out onto the bed. Even if Grant said no, she wanted to look good in case she bumped into him. Of course she needed to look good for the possibility of bumping into an ex. That's just a girl thing.

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As Grant headed back to his room, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Taking it out to look at the message, his heart started racing. The first thing he saw was Addie's name at the top of the message, and he didn't even read the rest. Just stared at her name for a while, before finally reading the text. It was short. She wanted to talk. Grant froze, excited and paralyzed with fear all at once. He wanted to say so many things to her- she was beautiful, she was perfect, he didn't deserve her- but most of all, he wanted to say he was sorry for not treating her like the goddess she was.

He considered his next course of action. He was sweaty from his intense exercise, but he couldn't wait to talk to her and she'd seen him like that countless times. He was nearly at his door, so he just walked across to the girls' condo and knocked loudly. His heart was pounding, and his throat felt so constricted he doubted he could get the words he wanted out. Grant just hoped it was Adelisa that answered and not any of her friends.

[Assistant]
The gentle touch of his hand wiping the tears from her face made Amelia lean into his touch- longing for more. Longing for him to hold her close, to kiss her neck, and whisper how much he loved her with his soft lips against her skin- just once more she longed for that feeling. Amelia looked away, because she knew what was coming next. She knew this could never go back to normal with Hunter possibly becoming a father soon. The thought made anger flash through her eyes. That night hurt her worse than any physical pain she had ever felt. To have that girl show up at her work and confess that she was pregnant with Hunter's child? It took her breath away- she thought she was going to have to catch the pieces of her broken heart as it fell into her stomach. And when she told Hunter that she knew about his one night stand- that look in his eyes. It made her want to forgive him, to just kiss him passionately and pretend they were in their own little world. But it wasn't just a one night stand, she was pregnant. The girl was going to have Hunter's baby. It killed Amelia, she would have rather been slapped in the face. How could he have let that happen! Amelia furrowed her eyebrows and startled to ball her hands into tight fists. But the anger washed away when his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and slowly her head laid on his shoulder as her arms wrapped around his torso in a tight embrace.

The words stung like ice to her already frozen heart. Hunter was ready and prepared to move on, while Amelia clung to the wish that he still loved her and they could make this work. As much as Amelia knew that was a ridiculous wish, she held onto the false hope because that was all she had left. But as he pulled away and opened that door, Anelia felt the coldness overwhelm her once again. She had fought so hard not to turn into a cold-hearted bitch. After all, it was so much easier to be angry then to cry yourself to sleep every night.

Amelia watched him disappear into the hotel room, standing alone in the hallway of a multi million dollar condo. She grasped the locket around her neck, and with no more tears left to cry she walked away. She left the condo and walked onto the now sunset lit beach. It was already time for the sun to go down? Amelia sighed and pulled off her cover up, pushing her shorts off, and throwing her sunglasses off he head into the pile of clothes she just shed. Amelia walked toward the water in her tight deep purple bikini, watching the seagulls fly overhead. The water was getting colder as the sun went down over the horizon, but not as cold as her heart felt. With a leap into a wave she was off, swimming through the cold salty water with all the strength she had left.

[User] Adelisa walked up to the door and opened it to see Grant sweating intensely. He looked like he worked out and was honestly drool-worthy. She opened the door wider to invite him in. She said softly "I think we should talk about… this." She walked over to the couch and sat down, hoping Grant would follow suit. She looked at him, hoping her eyeliner covered her reddened gaze. She had been crying, but showing that to someone else? Especially Grant? That would make the entire situation worse.

[Assistant]
Grant followed Adelisa to the couch and sat down beside her, looking at her closely. She looked beautiful like she always did, but two years of dating meant that he knew when she'd been crying. He decided to pretend she hadn't been, just to prevent her feeling worse. "Addie..." He started softly, looking at her. He wanted to hold her so badly before he apologized, but kept his hands down at his side. "I'm sorry. That's mostly it. I know you hate it when I sound like a lawyer," his lips quirked up a little in a weak smile at the memories, "so I'm not going to use any pretty words. I just want to say I'm sorry. I... I treated you like less than you are. You're a beautiful, amazing girl that anyone would want to have as their girlfriend, and I've been so caught up in projecting my idea of perfection that I forgot to make you feel perfect, too." He looked down at his lap, then back up at her.

"I'm not going to lie, I miss you like crazy. I'm pretty boring without you, huh?" He offered her a weak smile before continuing. "But I know you've probably moved on," he said, thinking of the tattooed guy on the beach. "I just wanted to apologize. And if you can stand having my gorgeous self around, I'd still like us to be friends." Grant joked, trying to lighten the mood. He hated serious and emotional conversations. He knew they were necessary, but it was force of habit that made him try to lighten them however he could.

[User]
Adelisa smiled at him, but frowned in confusion at the moved on part of his apology. She shook her head and said "I'm not sure what you mean. I haven't even had a date since we broke up." She looked down at her hands and said "I miss you too, but it really hurt. Feeling like I'm not good enough for someone? It tore me up." She clutched her hands into fists and she said "I almost committed suicide, but Delilah and Amelia caught me and stopped me before I could. I was in the hospital for a week and… all I thought about was you."

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over, but a soft smile on her face. "I thought about all the fun we had. That was what has been keeping me afloat." She reached out to softly place her hand on his cheek. "In a way, you were kinda a blessing and a curse, huh?" She smiled crookedly.

[Assistant]
Jareth reached his arm around her, trying to comfort her. Lila rested her head into his shoulder, now crying silently, salty tears like dew rolling down her pink cheeks.

"No." Lila heard Jareth croak out a while after she'd declared herself worthless, putting and end on the painful silence. Jareth used his right hand to guide her face to look at him, then he softly held her face with both hands. making eye contact unavoidable. He wanted it that way, so the conviction would ring loud and clear when he said "You are not worthless."

Lila's eyes filled with tears again. "But I couldn't make you happy. I couldn't even keep our baby safe.

Lila lied her head on Jareth's lap until there were no more tears left in her. After what seemed like hours, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and sniffed, finally gaining control over herself. She was quiet for a few minutes, thinking about what she could do to ease the pain. Her wandering eyes fell onto the prescription bottle, then turned to Jar. "Let's just get high and wasted and make lots of love, baby. I want us forget to all the pain we've been through." It was a fucked-up idea, but she'd do anything to stop their torture.

Her sudden desire to try drugs was proof of how emotionally distressed she was. Delilah had been raised as a goody two shoes by her well-to-do family; her parents were on a somewhat prominent position in their town, and so they were constantly worried about appearances, portraying their family as the example of perfection, and expecting and demanding that their only daughter be on par with that image. So, imagine their surprise when their daughter brought home a 'satanist, druggie, overly-tattooed, washed-up loser that seems like a real bum' (her parent's words) for Christmas. Her mother had nearly fainted, her father had treated them coolly all throughout their stay, and they'd warned Delilah that she'd lose their financial support if she remained with Jareth. In her first act of defiance, Lila had stayed with Jar, making her relationship with her parents strained and risking losing everything except him. And for what? To have been dumped on Valentine's Day Eve. Her parents had nearly cried with joy at the news.

Lila had remained a faithful believer that drugs were 'bad and harmful and something she'd never try in her life'; even when she'd gotten to know her beloved Jar's dirty little secret, and even when she'd had the substances at arm's reached, she'd remained firm on her word. Hell, she'd even tried to get Jar into rehab. His use had also been a cause of their many arguments near the end, given the fact that Lila had found out by accident instead of her then boyfriend having told her.

Another reason to stay away, but she simply couldn't bear to part with her bittersweet love.

Lila got up from Jareth's lap, grabbed the Xanax bottle, opened it and shook two pills onto her open palm. She offered them to Jareth, locking her eyes onto his, full of determination. "Here you go, JarBear. You give me mine and I give you yours. I promise it won't hurt us. We're both too screwed up anyway."


[System]
UserName: Sep, cause Fallen is boring.
Age: Unknown

Mageblood type: Lues

Favoured Magic Class: Runework

Previous Magic training: Studied at the college of Aerta,

Race: Originally? Human. Now, he's missing everything that makes a human human. He's just a Skeleton.

Appearance:

6"1

Short Bio: Arcadius, who cannot remember his family crest. He fought in the Dark Wars, however he can't remember what side he fought for completely. He only recalls how he fought and used runic objects to bring death to other people under orders. Before the war broke out he had been a detective and he remembered more of that than he did off anything else, he remembers being trusted with information and secrets and trying to find solutions to things, and he remembers the fight and losing.

He doesn't remember how he lost he just remembers the pain. Something stabbing through his chest, held by someone he knew and that was the annoying thing. He didn't even know who this person was let alone how he knew them. They had been important, and he had trusted them. That was all he remembered. The next thing he had woken up in a coffin hearing the sound of dirt being piled on top of him. Above him were strange runes which he had cursed himself for not knowing them even though they were his art. Despite this the coffin must have been bound, meaning that no magic could be used on it or inside of it which was bad for him. He tried shouting, the person on the outside either did not hear him or did not care.

Searching his surroundings he found a cane, touching it had been the biggest mistake he had ever made. The power of the cane infused him with Arcanite and infused his bones with everlasting life, however sadly the power of Duuri didn't mention the life including his flesh and blood. It was excruciatingly painful for him as his flesh and organs began to burn away from him, like being dipped in acid or being burned slowly. When it passed he could see as if it was light, it was one of the bonuses of not being flesh and bone and not having actual eyes.

Then began his torture, years passed. Or days, or eons. He didn't know. He just lay there. Occasionally testing out his body. He appeared to always retain his strength despite his lack of muscle or lack of activity for years at a time. What did pain him though was the fact his bones broke easily. Something he had to keep in mind with all the times he became frustrated and tried to assault the coffin, fruitlessly of course. As it was bound it could only be opened from the outside. All he had was the cane. He held it for years at a time, tapping it off the coffin as if pretending to walk, not even weathering the cane down. Though the top decoration began to form a groove in it till it have a grove that perfectly fit his right hand.

Eventually, he didn't know when he was dug up. Of course no point in shouting if they even spoke the same language as him. He was moved around a lot, he didn't know why and he got quite cross at none of them for being curious enough to open the lid of the Coffin. It would have been a simple task that enslaved him.

This went on, and on, and on. He merely resided himself to his torture for eternity spent in this box with himself.

Good Attributes:
- Keen detectives eyes.
- Has no muscles - so doesn't get tired from running etc.
- No lungs so does not run out of breathe from physical activities/being underwater.
- Versed in Martial Arts.
- Good historical knowledge.
- Light does not affect his sight, he can see just as well in the dark as he can in the light.
- Due to nothing present to cushion the impact even though he can't hit too hard without breaking himself he also does not need to hit as hard to cause pain.

Bad Attributes: - Wise Crack, likes to talk and crack jokes that can seem an annoyance to people.
- Despite his condition he still feels pain as if he had flesh. Set on fire? It'll burn etc.
- Due to his extended… isolation it is likely he will have issues getting to grips with interaction again.
- He can be quick to anger, and if he becomes truly angry he will enter a state where he cannot use magic and has to resort to physical violence.
- He can't die by normal means(Which is a curse believe it or not).
- He is hard to hide in a crowd.
- He isn't very stealthy…
- He isn't up to date on current history since before the war that lead to his death.
- His bones are slightly weakened meaning they can be broken easier than normal.
- In cold weather his bones become more brittle, meaning they break easier.
- Dislocating a bone is just the equivalent of taking it off. Causing extreme pain in the process.

Secret Word: Rebirth, ironic, huh?

The Curse/Blessing:

Basically what it did was preserve his mind and his body, however it didn't preserve his body properly. Part of the cane that resurrected him was missing, the decorative end had been replaced with something new. Whoever killed him basically didn't like him very much. Wanting to kill him but also wanting to make him suffer, binding the coffin he placed the cane inside knowing at some point he would touch it. The canes decorative jewel on the top which gave it additional power (It had enough residual power for one use after it was removed) was replaced with a new decorative top. This top had runes engraved on it(That he couldn't see and didn't have the ability to read anyway) these runes were designed to rot flesh.

So at the same time the cane tried to revive him it also decayed all off his flesh. The magic bounded him together so it was as if his muscles, voice box and everything else still existed. It is why he can still feel pain. However the fact it does not exist is what gives him the whole "undead" and "dead" aspect. If you stab his heart it will hurt, however it won't actually kill him. Breaking bones are the most damaging you can go, break all of them and he'll die as he will be nothing.

While the Cane was designed to bring everlasting natural life however for him it brought him back, it was also designed to make a more powerful mage by infusing the mages bone with arcanite. Naturally for Arcadius all it did was allow him to retain some magical control, rather than making him more powerful. He is a living Paradox, the more powerful magic of Duuri kept his soul alive infused within his very bones (technically) while the runes by his enemy rotted everything else away.

He retains magic through the field that holds him together and also through the Arcanite in himself. If he uses to much magic he begins drawing it from the field that holds him together and is the very reason he exists and the bonds that hold everything he is starts to fall apart, and he begins to turn to dust. This dust turning into cannot be reversed, he very slowlyregrows as the magic field has to re-expand to do so. Broken bones heal at a normal rate however. If someone somehow has a way to regrow their own bones it occurs slightly faster at whatever rate they can do it but then his magic tolerance is lower as the field holding him together has to hold everything together but with less available until it manages to replenish itself through him. Of course during this time he cannot cast any magic without risking losing more of himself.

He keeps the cane as a link to his former self however without the power source it cannot be used again to revive anybody and as it was the only object he had he has worn the runes from the top of the cane into a hand groove that fits his skeletal hand perfectly.

[User]
Alaira Taenn

When Alaira rushed the man, he seemed to somehow miraculously avoid the attack. Even though he saw her coming, her speed was such that to avoid the attack without throwing yourself to the ground was an impressive feat, but not impressive enough. She skid to a halt just after, using her forward momentum to whip around and aim another blow at his skull... And nothing, it didn't connect. She continued this pattern, desperately trying to kill the man before her mind gave out and she was at his mercy.

Finally, she managed to land a blow on his midsection... or did she? He had just... vanished without a trace as soon as she struck. The screaming in her head had finally stopped as she stood there, huffing and puffing. She fell to her knees, her mace clattering to the ground as she fell a little ways forward, managing to stop herself from hitting her head on the cold stones as she caught her breath...

[Assistant]
Collab-Luna and Lucius

A shout echoed through the forest. It was muffled due to the distance and the forest, but sure enough it was from Annabeth. This shout was heard all the way to Colette at the wagon.

Colette jumped and tensed looking in the direction of the shout. "Annabeth!" she shouted as she took off to save her only friend. Her blood rushing through her veins and arteries as it was responding the adrenaline that was pumping through, her blocking the pain as the branches of trees that she pasted cut into her exposed skin drawing blood which healed up instantly. "ANNABETH WHERE ARE YOU!?" She shouted trying to find her with her nose but it wasn't working with her mind full of panic. She strained to hear around her hoping she would call out to her. She continued to run in the direction she was going when she finally got to where her friend was. "ANNABETH!" she shouted so much that if she was human, her throat would be sore from it.

Annabeth turned to the sound of shouting. She couldn't make it out at first, and worried that it was an enemy she drew her sword. But soon Colette crashed into the forest, her clothes torn and her skin a bit bloodied. "Colette? What happened?" Annabeth forgot about Arcadius and went to see to her friend. She sheathed her sword as she made her way to Colette. "What's wrong? Did something happen at the wagon?"

"I...I hear you scream and I got scared." she said her body trembling and now glisening with sweat and blood that mixed together as she tried to catch her breath, her maroon red eyes relaxing when she saw no danger. "Why did you scream?" she asked looking at her friend.

Annabeth couldn't believe it at first, but then she smiled. Mainly because she was a bit glad that Colette would worry about her so much, though at the same time she was a bit sorry for making her worry. Taking out a cloth Annabeth wiped away some blood on Colette's cheek. She must have gotten cut while she ran here. "Well, you see I was just startled. The skull we found a while back is magical and can talk! He says he'll be able to help us though."

She nodded in understanding as she flushed a little embarrassed but managed to shake it off. "I am glad you are ok, I don't want to lose you if I would have handled it if I lost my only friend." she said sincerely her eyes flashing with sadness as her past filled her head before she mentally shook it off. 'Its in the past, they are gone and there is no way of changing that.' she thought before turning her attention back to her.

Annabeth could tell there was some sadness in Colette. Annabeth made a mental note to talk to her about it some more later. Turning back to Liam and Arcadius Annabeth decided to advance their plans a bit. "Well with you here I suppose we can just get our work done even faster." Walking over to Arcadius, Annabeth picked him up and tied him to a piece of rope. This time let rested him against her chest so he could see what Annabeth could, sort of.

"Now that we're all here, let's hurry this along. It's getting dark and I don't want us to be out here when night falls. Colette, keep an eye out for any long logs and such. And collect any vines and plant fibers you find that aren't poisonous. If you don't know what is and isn't, don't worry about it. Now let's hurry before the sun goes down. We need to act quickly once the moon is out."

Colette nodded and went to do so sniffing at each vine picking everything that wasn't poisonous humming an old lullaby to herself as she felt her body calming down from the earlier panic. She looked up at the colorful sky holding onto the plants and other things she found close to her chest. She smiled a little after a while of standing there looking up at sky, her thoughts around how much her life has changed ever since she was found and was taken to a better place where she finally had a friend she had been longing for ever since her parents mysteriously vanished and all the servants left her behind in fear she would kill them. She looked back towards where the others were and she smiled feeling really blessed and went back to doing what she was doing.


[System]
SPECIES: Voidhanger

AGE: 23 in appearance, 85 in real time

FACTION ALIGNMENT:

Before being incorporated by the GES he worked for an independent owner of a Mega-Corporation. He has no ties to any governments and is disinterested in each faction's games.

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6'2, 120kg's (accounting for cybernetic parts)

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

BACKGROUND PRIOR TO BEING SELECTED FOR THE MISSION:

Silver was born in the Void, though where, when or to what family within the mysterious race he does not know.

During a run through the edges of Pact space, his ship ran too close to a patrol for their liking. In the ensuing engagement Silver's ship was destroyed, along with a decent portion of his natural born body. Whether it was through some series of luck, ether or natural ability, Silver clung to life and was picked up by a large time scavenging corporation.

Recognising the value in even a partially intact Voidhanger, they stabilised Silver and kept him alive long enough to put him on the black market. There he was bought by parties unknown with the intention to sell him as an exotic trophy in order to seal an upcoming corporate merger. The majority shareholder of the mega-corporation was known to be an eccentric trillionaire, Nolan Grimes.

Though instead of adding Silver to his xenogenic collection, Nolon saw a different kind of purpose. He had heard the rumors of the Voidhangers and was well aware of their strange connection to the Ether (a subject that fascinated him more so). As a result, Silver was imbued with cybernetics, redesigning his internal structure, parts of his arms, part of his skull and completely rebuilding the lower half of his body.

Why Silver was able to retain his own mind and not be constrained in any manner is a question that the Voidhanger still asks himself even today. Regardless he was brought back better and stronger than ever. He spent the next several years training and actively engaging in corporate espionage and assassinations. Always corporate and never political, Silver (Nicknamed Silvershot), stayed out of the limelight creating an infamous name for himself.

Though he has never met any Voidhangers, he has grown not to care for the galaxy's politics or wars, he simply exists for the function he was brought back to do. For the longest time Silver believed himself to be without attachment and even without feeling, allowing himself to get lost in the cold calculation and logic needed to be an assassin.

This was until his contract was sold. It was an odd mission, his employer tasked him with stealing documents from the GES. What the documents contained Silver didn't ask, he never did, but he infiltrated the black site with success. Not saying it was easy but he pulled it off without the operation going south, retrieving the documents and relaying them back to Nolan.

It was only when Nolan's deal with unknown parties went south that the GES came knocking. Though instead of vengeful reprimand, they brought a deal, access to information about certain Archaeotech projects in exchange for Silver's contract. Nolan didn't even blink before signing him over. And there began a new life for the assassin, though how long it would last is anyone's best guess.

REASON FOR MISSION RECRUITMENT:

Even before his heist at the Gnosis black site, Silver's infamous reputation was well known within the corporate and even political world. Rumours swelled throughout the communities with some stating the man glides through the thickest of walls and others believing he can morph into existence through any shadow cast.

In reality the Voidhanger has honed his ability to slip into the Ether and is now attempting to learn how to blink,. His preferred method of assassination is ship to ship, piloting a small stealth craft and pulling off otherwise impossible maneuvers to be able to reach his targets in the black of space using his natural space immunities.

Though considering how this mission is shaping up, maybe the GES were still sore about the heist and that's why he's here. Regardless, nothing matters, not to Silver, the goals haven't changed, only the path to get there.

WEAKNESSES:

Unknowingly to Silver, his biggest weakness is actually psychological. Not knowing his kind, years upon years of shutting down his emotions and a final betrayal of the only father figure he ever knew has left him rattled. Everything is starting to bubble to the surface leading to a potential explosion or collapse.

This, in turn, is affecting his ethereal abilities. The rush of emotion causes him to lose focus and make mistakes, either leading him to spend too long in the sub-dimension or causing real world consequences.

Another weakness is working within a team. Silver has never had to co-exist or work alongside anyone, he has no experience in this area and is not overly fond of the idea. The work he produces is like an operation or a delicate artform, others detract from this.

Combat wise, Silver is not built for frontal assaults or dug in grunt warfare. His armour is light and built with stealth in mind. He can slip in and through enemy lines but leading a charge across no man's land is basically suicide.

Finally his immune system on planets is still subpar, though his cybernetic enhancements overcome the most severe repercussions, his natural born immunity deficiencies (planet side) still come into play now and then. If unfocused and untreated, they can become a real problem.

SKILLS AND TRAINING:
Silver has excellent knowledge in the following areas:

Long range sniper
Hand to hand combat
Swordsmanship/daggers
Throwing knives (and variations of)
Deception skills/lying
Natural born ethereal abilities

He also has a decent knowledge in the following:

Explosives
Tracking
Languages of the UCL
Healing/repairing himself (and himself only)
Cybernetics/robotics
Programming
Piloting small ships

LOADOUT:

Camouflage ability "invisibility cloak" more like translucent, so still partially visible
Suit is solar powered
AI scout drone (in built into the suit, can help with repairs to suit/cybernetics)
Silenced High Impact Sniper
Silenced pistol
Small Ammo pack with 3 mags for the rifle and 4 mags for the pistol

AUGMENTATIONS:

Shoulder mounted darts (stun and poison)
Cybernetic filter system
"Hidden blade" wrists that can be removed and thrown, suit can manufacture more from scrap metal
Right hand has an EMP charge, not powerful enough to take down full power armour but can fry vital circuits if placed in the correct spot, or override door panels etc.
Knock out gas left hand
HUD interface
Powerful legs
Thrusters for jumps or movement in space, cannot fly

ETHEREOLOGY:

Silver, although he had no training from other Voidhangers, has honed his natural abilities over a much longer time period. He is able to heal his flesh and fade out of existence in the physical plane. He can reach the full minute before needing to return.

He's also pushing himself to learn how to blink. He has learned to do it over less than a meter but struggles to move further.

PERKS:

Silver has the Unearthly Resilience and Traveller of Outer Realms abilities. He has also kept a hold of his defence shield, not needing to improve it in any way.

[User]
"Gnosis Eaters? Well, that's better than shit-eating troglodyte insurgents." Rho-Hux was interrupted by explosions and a voice coming from the strangers' coms. "Speaking of which! I think a little bloodshed is in order."

In one of his four arms, he pulled out one of his Earth-based swords. In another, he pulled out a las-pistol. "All the matters in terms of allegiances is that as of right now I am your friend. I know can help you find the base of the insurgents but first I think we better disarm these trigger-happy terrorists before they start to improve their aim."

Rho-Hux used his grapple hook gun to people himself deeper into the woods. He soon felt the need to return to the group to say one last crucial detail.

"Just to be clear, when I say disarm, I mean cut off their arms and show it to them before you further torture them for information. Professionals have standers and traitors need to be reminded about what happens to dishonorable deserters."

[Assistant]
Through the undergrowth

Sounds and images flashed as Zsresrinn refocused her senses through the cycle of disruptions that came with the destruction of a number of her drones. Normally this would not have been very taxing, but the sharp bursts of sensation from the void-howitzer's shots gave her perception a slight pause as it was inundated by the blinding surges from several angles at once. In a moment, however, her briefly scrambled strands of mental input were cleared up again. She began to make her way towards the mouth of the path.

"Caution," she hissed at Rho-Hux as he leapt into the thick of the jungle ahead of the group. It would have been false to say that she cared much about what happened to the gealtirocht, but, like it or not, for now they shared a common enemy. She would have to make the best of it. Perhaps more importantly, if he went in swinging he would stir up both the militias and the local fauna, which from what she had glimpsed was already dangerously agitated. Those creatures looked dangerously agile, and it was hard to tell how many of them there could be lurking around nearby. "Insurgents on alert, beasts prowling. Camouflage if you can. Direction is known."

She gave a mental tug at one of the remaining symbiotes, and the eye-like drone rose into the air to indicate the way where the howitzer seemed to lie before ducking back into the undergrowth. It was best not to expose them too much as long as they were her only link to the deeper paths.

As she began to make her way through the brush, trying to step carefully on the tips of her legs but still making an unavoidable amount of noise, she glanced up with a row of eyes at Rho-Hux's last words.

"Interrogation not my specialty. Will disarm as I can." She brought her upper limbs forward, and wide recurve blades quietly extended from the shell along their length like unfolding palm leaves. Shooting where the trees grew so thick would be difficult, and if some feral creature decided to ambush them, she had best be ready to fight it off on its own terms.