[System]
Race:
Just your average church mouse. So Neth.

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Personality:
Very mild mannered. Always calm and collected, not much can upset him. He is very kind and caring to those who are kind back to him. Overall he is a very gentle soul.
However, being as he belongs to the school of illusionment, it only makes sense that his personality is also a front. The personality described is that which he presents to the world around him. On the inside, Rykiar usually tends to be freaking out at just about everything that happens. He acts calm and stone-faced about most things because on the inside he's trying his best not to run away and hide. He learned long ago that if he pretends that everything is ok, then it usually will be. As time progressed he has been finding it harder and harder to keep his calm and has been becoming more and more daring, and has found himself filled with a longing for adventure.

Appearance:
Very plain features, he has brown fur and beady black eyes. He does make sure to keep his claws and teeth very clean, because it makes him feel happier to be clean. He is usually found wearing a beige outfit (blouse, pantaloons. You get the gist) and a leather cape, as well as an emerald green belt/sash. Shaped like a seat belt, it's a long piece of fabric that he first wraps around his wait and then diagonally over his shoulder, connecting it in the back. His tail is as long as his body and is kept as clean as the rest of him. He is fairly short and a little plump.

Height:
4 feet, 10 inches.

Weight:
140 lbs.

Magic:
Illusionism

Class:
Gentry (Wellborn and well-bred people. In England, the class below the nobility. An upper or ruling class; aristocracy. Those who are not members of the nobility but are entitled to a coat of arms, especially those owning large tracts of land. )

Weapons/Items:
A Falchion named Bhamara that was passed down to him by his Father before he died.

A small knife longer than his palm, but not by much, that he bought from a wandering enchanter he met one day while traveling back to his home from the nearby city. It is a single edged blade that is so incredibly sharp it can cut through anything with the slightest of ease.

Strengths:
Invisibility: He is rather adept at not necessarily making himself invisible, but enforcing the idea into the mind of others that he isn't there. Essentially he uses heavy magical persuasion.

Mirage: He simply has to think of an object (living or non) and it slowly starts appearing wherever he imagines it. It is not however, a tangible thing. It is simply a hologram of sorts, just without all the technology. He can not make it speak or make noise, but he can control it's actions as it is around. He has to be focusing on maintaining it and can't really do much else while he is doing this.

Weaknesses:
He is fairly slow in combat, being that he hasn't spent much time with a sword and has focused more on his magic.

He is fairly near sighted, and if it were modern times he would absolutely be required to wear glasses while driving.

Techniques:
He is slower, so he will try and get up close to them all the while using his magic to either distract his opponent with something, or make them think he is in a different spot than he by going invisible and casting an image of himself somewhere else. He can't do this for very long because it requires a lot of energy and concentration to manage both spells at the same time.

Other:
His parents have both died of illness, and he has not married nor does he have any plans to currently, simply because he'd rather not be tied down right now.

[User]
The forested area in which they traveled was peacefully quiet, aside from the rhythmic clomping that came from the Tothum's slow steady gait. Atlas was about ready to drop, but she kept pushing forward. Who knew what was hiding behind the next tree. She wasn't exactly worried for herself, the bovine was more than capable to handle the most intimidating foe. It was the little Neth she was more worried about. Knowing well that her companion was also tired, Atlas allowed Rykiar to ride along on her shoulders, also hoping his increased height would allow him to find any sign of civilization. Long story short, they were lost, tired and hungry.
"Surely we would have made it by now," wearily complained Atlas, referring to the next town over from the one they stayed at more than a week ago. The innkeeper had stated it was just a "hop, skip and jump" away, her words not theirs. She may have just been exaggerating just a bit, her rooms being a bit less than "five stars" as she had also mentioned.

Shady innkeepers aside, the pair were getting desperate, having run out of food days before as they didn't bother buying supplies while they were at the previous town. It also didn't help they didn't have a cent to their names. Atlas had hoped there'd be at least one opportunity to make some cash on the way. Maybe pull some weeds from someone's yard, or even stop some robber. Hell, Atlas would even slay a monster, and that was saying something for the lazy cow.

Before too long, it was her limit, the Tothlum haltingnly to immediately slump over on the ground. Rykiar of course had a bit of a tumble, brushing himself off in minor annoyance. As calm as he usually is, the Neth was also at his wit's end with the whole starving situation. He sat beside Atlas who continued being strewn out on the unexpectedly comfortable forest floor. They sat quietly, both trying to figure a game plan and how to not die an early age.

"Guess we'll have to live on dirt," the Tothum mumbled through her own mouthful from when she fell over. Sitting up, she shook her head, spitting out her bland meal of soil. She huffed, looking around the empty forest for a solution, although if the answer she wanted was [i]tree[/], it seemed they were doomed.

Above the sounds of their stomachs eating themselves, there was a sudden sign of commotion. Ears perking to try to deceiver whatever was going on, Atlas guessed it was some sort f battle, or some wild party. It seemed like there were several people, and from her experience that usually meant trouble. Looking over at Rykiar, he obviously heard it as well. Hopping to his feet and staring almost longingly toward the disturbance. Atlas took this as a sign that her relaxing time was over and it was time to go. Without warning, she gently picked up her friend and placed him on her shoulders once more and uncertainly continued on.

It was most certainly the sounds of battle that echoed as they approached quietly, well at least the tail end of it. There was no way she'd have the energy to fight at the moment, the same going for the mouse. As much as they should really avoid any sort of conflict, they were still drawn to the others, out of curiosity if anything. But as the saying goes, curiosity did kill the Lah'na, right?

They hid from a good distance that allowed them to watch and listen, but still not attract attention. In the center of a clearing was a various group of people, a Shael, two Lah'na, as well as a Vulpine. As normal as it is to see others, Atlas more so focused on the giant ass wurm lying dead. "Did they kill that?" Atlas whispered in shock. She wondered if they should even cross paths with this group if they act like kill such a monster was nothing, at least from what she assumed from where they watched.

Looking down, at her friend, he was gazing at the fallen creature, and Atlas could almost hear the gears turning in his head. For a brief second, the Tothum wondered what he could possibly want to do with the monster, but her eyes widened as she figured it out. They suddenly shared the same idea, keeping their eyes on the prize: the wurm. Atlas wouldn't call herself a criminal mastermind, or even a thief, but it may as well be their only means of survival for the pair, so they had nothing much to lose. Well aside from their lives of course.

Even on his good day, Rykiar wouldn't be much help moving the wurm. The cow knew she'd be doing the literal heavy lifting, that wasn't much of an issue. Her main concern, however, was the group they'd have to take the monster from. Atlas was sure they intended to make a decent coin on that thing from the way they began to skin it. But their strategy would most likely work. I mean who would expect someone to steal a monster? Atlas thought, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement and probably on the delusional side in her exhausted state.

This was it, they were ready. Climbing on her back once more, Rykiar gave a nod toward Atlas. She then used her transformation magic, growing into what she calls her Beast form. As the title suggests, her body was now double her already large size, matched with deadly horns, hooves becoming sharp talons, and a pair of large wings to help with get away. Her transformation was quick and successful, but was limited.

Rykiar clung on tight, all the while he concentrated. With his Illusion abilities, he created a distraction, the newly formed creature appearing out of nowhere on the farther side of the clearing, letting out a terrible roar loud enough for Atlas to crash through the trees. Moving fast before they both pass out from the overuse of their abilities, the extra-large Tothum, ripped off a good sized chunk of the dead creature, careful of its sharp hide, and picked it up with a bit of difficulty.

With a meaty beat of her large wings, they were off in the skies, the illusion monster dissolved. Wurm being dragged along precariously, they looked for the nearest town to cash in their prize.

[Assistant]
Erion stayed quiet as he heard the lion say his name, as well as ask if they wanted to travel together. He though about it a bit. Maybe that could help, but he was worried about what they would think of him. Well, it didn't seem like they were attacking him at least. So there was that. He breath deeply.
"Could be good for a while." he then says. Although some spirits were yelling at him.
"Don't do it, they will kill you!" One said. A paranoid one we could say.
"People never trust a necromancer, why would they even trust you." Another added. He grumbles some words under his breath.

"Shut up." he said to the spirits... before Jim arrived once again.
"Hey guys look! It's mister smarty smart pants thinking he can just banish me away and..." he managed to say before Erion looked towards him, annoyed. He looks at the group.
"Excuse me, I got some little... well... business to do." he says as he then walks away in the forest... only to have a creature suddenly roar. He took his blade out.

"I don't have time for this c..." he manage to say before Jim spoke again.
"Hey, it's a cute little monster! Go pet it Erion! It probably safe! Or it will r..." Jim only manage to say before Erion trapped him in a soul orb and then concentrated, and banished him once again to the spirit world. He then turned to see part the Wurm being flown in the sky by some creatures. He stares at it and then towards the illusion creature... that was gone. He just looks at the other creatures.
"Seriously..." he said before moving forwards and then looking up at the other creature.
"With that big of a piece I hope you will bring it to a village!" he yells.

"Well, that is something you don't see everyday." One of the spirits interjected. He breath deeply. He realy was wondering why he was attacting all those spirits all the time. Well, he guessed him being a necromancer and them wanting a way to link to this world and possibly see new things could be something... He wasen't the type of person to enslave others. He prefered letting them do what they wanted.... well... almost what they wanted. Jim was an exception here. 102 times.... 102 times hes been banished. Or was it 103... God he was starting to lose count now. 2 times in the same day.... he was really getting annoying.


[System]
Appearance:

 She's 5.8 ft tall.

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Class: Mercenary Engineer

Psyker Powers: None

Equipment

Armor:
 -Reinforced leather jacket, pants.
 -Custom Armor plating – Created by using parts of salvaged imperial power armor. Multiple modifications and corrections were made for it to fit its new role. Barely resembles its origin.
 -Armored leather boots with inbuilt powerful electromagnets.
 -A pair of armored gloves.

Weapons:
 -'White Skull' Las Pistol – a heavily modified version of the standard issue laspistol, this work of engineering has been created by Vala herself. It has almost triple the power draw of a normal laspistol, making it more useful than it's original, but it depletes powercells quickly and the wear on the weapon is increased, making the need for replacement parts quite frequent. She has created only 3 of these with the other two now destroyed. It's kept on a holster on her right hip.
 - MAG Autogun MkIV(Shelly) - An autogun that fires hexagonal solid projectiles. The projectiles are about 6 cm in length and 0.7 cm in diameter. She acquired this specific gun or at least what was the remnants of a gun while on one of the many lawless space stations scattered across the fringes of Imperium space. After a lot of tinkering and experimentation she managed to create a workable and actually useful variant of it. It has the same range as a standard autogun. Its flat projectiles/slugs are propelled using a system of incredibly powerful electromagnets. The rifle uses standard powercells. Devastating against lightly armored targets as causes both blunt and puncture damage with each slug. Lacks penetrating power against heavily armored targets, though still hits like a hammer. The rifle has 10 slugs per clip. Held on the right side of her back with a magnetic buckle.
 -'Nova' LAS Heavy Sniper. - This a custom made las sniper, she made in the last year. It's strength stands in both it's incredible power and armor penetration plus great range. It's almost entirely custom rigged from both original and standard technology. Instead of one great emitter like the standard heavy las weapons, this one uses 4 smaller ones. The first three fire slightly before the fourth which is arranged in between the other 3, thus at impact the first 3 create a weaken heated spot in the middle, which allows the fourth to more easily puncture through the armor. This weapon can hold 2 power cells for las cannons, allowing for 2 shots at a time, before needing reload. The barrels and powers are cooled by 2 other special slots where she puts old depleted power cells that serve as sinks for the heat generated during a shot, thus lengthening the lifespan of all parts. Still for safety purposes, the required waiting time between shots is at least 10 seconds.
 -Autopistol – Held in a holster on her left hip.
-Short straight sword – She keeps it for when she's out of all her other weapons. Kept in a sheath across the left side of her back.
 -4 small frag grenades.

 Other equipment:
 -A forearm mounted grappling hook launcher – uses same electromagnetic tech as her rifle.
 -Known to also carry portable set of tools during missions.

Notable Deeds:
 As a merc Val cannot really boast with deeds such as those of the soldiers of the Imperium, but she has stacked up a small list of accomplishments non the less.

 The Kroozer Gambit

 Hired by a Rogue Trader, away from the notable trade routes, Vala and her crew were tasked with bringing down a ork Kroozer that was discovered waiting in ambush for an unsuspecting transports. The Trader didn't want to damage his own vessel so he hired mercs to be his scapegoats while his ship would pass the sector, hoping to escape paying.

 Her crew immediately got suspicious of it and forged a plan to both do the job and get paid. Since what they had was a old modified transport ship, they pretended to be a random unsuspecting pray while a Vala and 4 of her crewmates took an assault boat. When the Kroozer moved to intercept their transport along with it's fighter escort, the assault boat rammed to the engine room. Following a lightning fast gunfight, they set 5 heavy explosives across the engines and left the ship just in time for the bombs to explode and cripple the vessel. During that time, their transport had led the escort wing straight to the Rogue Trader's vessel. Without support from the Kroozer, the trader managed to deal with the fighter escort. Their transport ship had susptained medium damages, but they got paid non the less. She later heard that an imperial Dauntless stumbled upon the Kroozer and destroyed it. Surely the Rogue Trader had taken all credit for disabling it…

 3 days of darkness.

 Vala's crew had been forced to land on an uninhabited world when they came into confrontation with a light corsairs pirate vessel. Luckily for them the elder ship wasn't heavily armed and after an incredible accurate hit on their part, both vessels were forced to crash land.

 Vala's armed transport had taken a serious beating and given the degree of the damage it would have required at least a week to repair. Without given much choice in the matter they were forced into a fight for their lives. After 3 days of almost constant battling with the corsairs, Vala's crew managed to repel the enemy and grant her enough time to finish the repairs in a record time of 3 and a half days! They lost 5 people in that event, but finally managed to escape the planet.

 Death to the Infidel.

 While on a break from missions and traveling towards a nearby lawless space station for refuel and repair, Vala's transport suddenly shook heavily from the impact wave of an immense explosion. By the time they saw what was going on, the transport was knee deep in a chaos attack of two Infidel class escorts on the pirate station.

 The station's weak shields were quickly down, it's frankly old weaponry couldn't match the two escorts. As the transports around it were destroyed, Vala's ship found itself with no place to run. She and other 5 of her 15 crew members barely managed to get to the assault boat that also doubled as a escape capsule before their transport was blown to bits by 2 torpedos. With the destruction of the station, one of the Infidel class ships left to chase some ships that managed to escape the initial barrage while the other one stayed behind to finish wiping the place from anything that moved. Without place to land anywhere in the assault boat's range there was only one option left. They used the debris as cover from the batteries, they boarded the Escort's engine compartment like they had done in the past with the orks.

 It was a slaughter against the chaos marines their weapons didn't really carry much punch. It took Vala mere 2 minutes to set all the explosives and move back to her assault boat, but by the time she pulled the boat away from the chaos ship, she was the only one left. Alone and heavily wounded she watched with a big smile as the explosions took place, rendering it motionless in space… She laughed loudly as Imperial ships started warping about the place, probably having noticed the chaos presence.

[User]
"I should have known better than to think this team of space-cowboys would ever turn down the chance to ever go on a highly-dangerous up-close mission with one of the most brutish xeno races in the galaxy! I'm surrounded by martyrs!"

There was no secret throughout the rest of the briefing that Adrianne's purple eyes remained on the lone Krieger of the group, Ansgar, the psyker's current looming stare of accusation dark enough to almost match that of the most haughty imperial magistrate and judge!

It was the kind of stare that from a Psyker could realistically make one worry that one's next future thirteen generations might be cursed!

It wasn't until that the briefing was over that Adrianne followed the rest of the group to the vehicle bay, the grumpy look on the Psyker's face only fading for a moment she briefly stepped beneath a broken and running water pipe on the way to catch a quick shower; but the grumpy expression would return just as quickly as she stepped back with the group.

As they passed through the vehicle bay, a hope briefly flared in the Psyker's heart as she saw the large, looming figure of an Imperial Guard Leman Russ tank sitting between a set of floodlights!

Or, more specifically, it was an 'Exterminator' class Leman Russ tank, featuring a set of Twin-Autocannons fixed to the turret in order to give the tank maximum killing power, and the ability to chew through entire building blocks like a shredder against a particularly vulnerable piece of cheese! It was a wicked piece of weaponry, and a favorite birthday gift to any Emperor-loving murderous psychopath!

Alas...

... as they stepped out into the storm on the outside, Adrianne let out a disheartened sigh as she realized she would not get to pilot a vehicle of death anytime soon, and she put on her skull helmet with a click.

*SIGH*

[Assistant]
Ansgar, perhaps surprisingly, completely ignored the comment from the Arbites about following orders. Not all operations were founded on blind adherence, which might surprise some to hear from a Krieg born guardsman. However, between engineering and grenadier work, one quickly realized that the best laid plans go awry the fastest. Options meant one could shift to another plan in a hurry, but options for options sake was not a good thing.

Orders, however, were orders, plain and simple. The Krieger nodded briefly as the Celestian meted out her orders, staying to the original overall plan. "Understood, ma'am.". He was also not oblivious to the glare that he was receiving from the psyker, and while one might be concerned for their following generations, Ansgar wasn't. Krieg soldiers were not part of the reproductive efforts of Krieg, and Kriegers didn't retire from the Guard so they were never involved, not that most people outside of Krieg would be aware, or care for that matter. Cursing descendants that wouldn't exist was a rather entertaining waste of time though, at least to the Krieger.

Ansgar met her glare with an even look, eyes not even narrowing in irritation. It almost invited her to imagine a shit eating grin, lingering a second too long, showing absolutely no fear from a psyker with a problem with his rebuttal to her idea. Of course, there couldn't be that kind of grin, since what sort of Krieger would he be if he ever smiled?

Regardless of the truth of the matter, which shall be left to the imagination of those that had seen the exchange of looks between the two, Ansgar ignored the Imperial armor as they moved out. There were no vehicles suitable to a stealth operation present, so it did not cross his mind to lament what was not available for them to take. Doing another check of his Type XIV (Heavy), he was satisfied with the fact it was in the same condition since he had last checked it. The impending rain merely registered on a sub conscious level, pulling his issued all weather trench coat a bit tighter over his carapace, and glanced at the psyker as she audibly sighed. "You sound displeased ma'am, almost like you'd prefer to drench more guardsman in warp spawned blood. Orks won't have much trouble finding sighs like that, they might appreciate the red paint job more too."

[User]
Herold gave a stiff not to the Celestian as she set them right with how they'd proceed. He kept his mouth shut and eyes ahead as he waited for the time to move, and when it was due, he marched with a purpose. Making their way out of the meeting room and through the halls of blood that looked like what he'd assume was a chaos worshipers dream. He snorted at the comment about the Psyker, and then continued forward with the rest with naught but a word.

The Vehicle bay was filled with Imperial armor, though to his surprise they didn't go with the Leman Russ Tanks, or even the Chimeras. He guessed it made sense, to be tactically less obvious. But with Orks, more protection never hurt. If only they had the grav vehicles. Herold had never ridden in one but he had heard rumors it was near silent in its advance. Dark Age tech was mysterious and hard to come by, however. He wasn't surprised none were here.

Stepping into the vehicle, he found himself a seat as the Kreiger trooper began his banter. "Orks'll appreciate us just fine, then." He said grimly, thinking of how this was probably going to get messy, despite the plans made.

[Assistant]
Sadly her plan was not approved off. Even the plan of the psyker that was also significantly better than the plan thought up by their superior and that other woman wasn't approved. Vala couldn't help but roll her eyes as she put on her headgear and follows suit after Aviza. Destroying infrastructure and defenses that could be taken back and used later. The Imperium agents weren't concerned with the monetary or long term planning. They were all just meatheads that destroyed everything and then complained that their defenses weren't to par later, so instead just would throw countless souls to their deaths in return to do something that could have been avoided with some decent planning from the start. She truly didn't see whatever it was that the God Emperor saw in her race. As a person of the technology, she couldn't believe she'd cause such devastation damage to something they really needed.' I'm so nagging them later when we need those turrets with 'told you so' just you wait.' She thought in irritation.

 "Storms..." She mumbled something like captain obvious, but she found it actually quite pretty so her voice reflected some respect towards the nature's phenomenon. If they could have such power at their disposal it would have been already done. Whatever those psyker said, it wasn't the same.

 "Can we please get this done and over with...?" She asked slightly irritated." Besides the greenskins like everything they can get their hands on. Doesn't matter where it came from as long as it can fight, be killed or jurry rigged in their tech and if it's alive beaten to mush for it's teeth."


[System]
Picture/Description:
Only because it's a free roleplay and it's hard to find a picture of a teen ninja without getting TMNT results.

Age: 16

Nationality: Japanese

Weapon of Choice: Shurikin, Kunai

Magic Specialization: Acid: Three types:
Inorganic: Liquifies inorganic materials around it. (Green)
Organic: Liquifies organic materials around it. (Purple)
Magical: Disrupts Magical effects around it. (Blue)

Bio: What's to tell? His parents sent him there as a freshmen because it was the best magical high school around, and he wanted to learn magic. He's been obsessed with Ninja for most of his life, so when it came time to pick a persona for school, he chose one from his favorite Manga.

Other: A bit of a slacker, though not as much as the character he models himself after, he watches too much anime and reads too much manga to be a top student. He's smart enough to get excellent grades, though.

[User]
Hansel stopped and relaxed."Practice. I don't know if you've noticed, but you're the only students that haven't cleared out by the time we started dueling. Honestly, you're questioning us on what we're doing when you're the one that decided to stay in the middle of a fight between us? Oh, I'm not blaming you, however, this is a fairly common practice and is what this school is primarily made to teach - we are part military institution after all - and, well, a little common sense would be appreciated . . ."

He shrugged as he finished his explanation. He said all that he wanted to say because he wanted to continue with the duel as fast as he could. "There are also healing areas here. Wounds are painful, but as long as it isn't an instant death, you'll be fine."

[Assistant] Leo turns after the last bit of explanation and shrugs ten, once again heading to the dorm, hopefully without interruptions this time."Armeijan lafka, niinpä niin." he frowns."Yhtä pikkumaista ja turhantärkeää touhua kuin intissä. Olisi ollut parempi vain jättää tulematta tännekin." He turns his head and looks over at Hansel."By the way eight rank, he no practicing anymore. He Finnish, he mad now. You have not an idea." He resumes his walk and leaves the scene, he was tired already, the flight had been tiring. Plus he felt really uncomfortable all of a sudden in the premises, knowing that this place would most likely suffer more than one deaths during the next years he'll spend in it.

[User]
Johann just nods at Hansel, wondering why this wasn't part of orientation, and steps back out of their way before following the big guy off.

He should probably try to find Harry, tell him everything was fine.

[Assistant]
Harry was surprised by Johann's goal in life. He believed that Johann had a real shot at it. So Harry said "I'm not sure this place is so bad for you. It will help you with your stamina at least."
All of the talking of the way the school works was pissing Harry off the important thing was to help Johann. So he said "Where is one of these healing areas?"

[User] Ok, calm down, damnit... calm down... I've gotten this far... Shit my side hurts... Focus, focus... My legs might give away soon... " Helvetti... tää päättyy huonosti..." Janos gritted his teeth as he spread his hands to the sides. "I know how this is gonna end." He spat on the ground and flicked his wrists. This time the twelve knives appeared around Hansel - roughly 4 feet away from him and began spinning wildly. Judging by the fact that the knives were flickering noticeably between corporeal and incorporeal forms Janos was barely able to concentrate anymore.

[Assistant]
Hansel nodded and pointed towards a wide flat building with two floors to the north. It was close by and even walking wouldn't take long. "Hurry then," he said, not taking his eyes of Janos. "He appears to want to continue."

He was honestly a little disappointed in how they treated the fight. Did they not have more faith in an 8th Ranker? You can't reach this position through power alone; it was not just a rank, it was also a title, a title that meant you've got intelligence, control, power and maturity that befits the rank. They were as much in charge of watching over duels as the instructors, and moreover, duels that involved themselves carried very little risk under normal circumstances.

"I will give you this last chance to surrender before I incapacitate you and end this match," said Hansel blandly. "You are clearly no longer in fighting condition, whereas I haven't even needed to use magic once this whole fight. Surrender, and you won't have to wake up in the infirmary with a pounding headache."

[User] At least that would mean I could say I fought till I couldn't continue... Janos noticed that his hands were shaking, but he was slightly calming down already - not fully so, but at least he wasn't foaming at the mouth and other such things. "If I intend on continuing this fight - as foolish as it is at this point - would you at least give me the honor of attacking you one more time before taking me down?" His voice was strained, his leg hurt, his side ached and his concentration was nearly broken - though the knives stayed a bit more corporeal already. "I'm down to my trump card here, so how about it?" Janos actually smiled - that little voice in the back of his head told him that he had done enough, he had managed to fight an 8 ranker this far. "I need to visit the infirmary anyways after this..."

[Assistant] "Yeah.. it's not really ears. I wear this because it kind of makes me happy and calm, and I really like cats and kittens as well!" Eriella said with a smile, both of her hands on the hood to keep it over her head.

[User] Hansel smiled. That was more like it. "Then come at me," he said, gesturing forward with his free hand. "In return, I shall respond with my own trump card; I feel it is only fair you get to see at least some of my magic after fighting for this long."

[Assistant]
Endo Ikue

All that she could think about was how cute it looked on Eriella. Perhaps something that was more important was why she was wearing it... But would that hold personal reasons? Perhaps she doesn't like boys as well? If that was the reason, Ikue could wholly understand that concept as she too hates them. They're just... Stupid. Inconsiderate.

"You like cats too?! Oh my gosh!" She sprang up in a joyous jump. "Insta-bestfriends!" She hugged Eriella tightly before letting go. "I love cats! They're the best animal in the world~" She daydreamed of one majestic and sexy-looking cat in her head in that thought and how she wanted to just snuggle it up around her arms and everything. "So pretty and so cunning. They're just incredible!" She continued on for some more about cats before calming down and asking her; "Oh yes, where should we go? I don't know the place much and I might get us lost..."

[User] Janos nodded and with a swift movement crossed his arms in front of his chest with palms facing outwards. The floating, wildly spinning knives flew towards Hansel - this time with more precision. He knew full well that the fight was over now, but still the Finn changed his stance - he promised to show his trump card and that was what he was going to do. He lifted his hands in to what was pretty much a boxing stance - with his wounded leg farther from his foe. He punched the air three times and each punch sent out three knives - the first set was aimed at Hansel's head, the second at his feet and the third one at his midsection. Damn it... If I need to move my leg is going to give out on me...

[Assistant]
Eriella's favorite animal was actually a dragon, but she pretty much loved cats equally. She used to own a cat with her foster family, and she loved to pet it and feed it everyday. She briefly put her hand on the ear for a second, a smile on her face as she looked back towards Iku.

"Hey Iku, there's an area for relaxing in the school, since it says that no sparring is allowed there." Eriella said staring deeply into the map, looking at all of the options available. She would be lucky to even make it back into the dorm rooms, she can get lost easily, but as long as she has her map she'll manage. She then looked up at Iku to see if she agreed to the plan.

[User]
Endo Ikue

"Let's gooo!" She exclaimed excitedly with her fist pump. She waited for Eriella to start moving so that she could follow. During their trip there, Ikue started to think more about what the academy is like... And if its true it has people with extraordinary powers like her. "Hey Garza-san... Is it true that people are special here?"

[Assistant] "Special? Well you could say so you know. I actually have the ability to summon a dragon named Zorralth, but by myself I'm actually pretty weak." Eriella said putting a hand on the back of her head, she wasn't trying to brag or sound annoying at all, she just wanted to share her magic along with her new friend.

[User] "Ooh, dragons. Can you show me Zorralth-san?" She asked in a whisper-like tone. She looked towards Eriella's face with a smile. "It isn't about being weak. It's about having strength... And believing that you are strong." She looked around and came running towards a wall. "Hey Eriella! Watch me!" She runs into the wall, her body phasing through the wall and she peeked out her head from the wall. "I can walk through walls!"

[Assistant] "Sure I can show you Zorralth! Though I can't really have him out for long, he drains my magic energy. That's why I came to this academy, to get stronger as myself, and to be able to hang out with Zorralth much longer!" Eriella said with a smile, she then noticed that Iku had walked into the wall and stuck her head out. Eriella started to laugh a little bit, she looked a little silly, but it looked really cool at the same time.

[User] Leo arrives to his dormroom and frowns, looking around. There wasn't any other luggage around but his. Was he really going to have this room all for himself? Well, it did not bother him that much really. Maybe no one would be getting disturbed by him waking up and making noises at sunrise then. He sighs slightly and shakes his head then before he starts to unpack and places his things quite messily into the small closet. He sees that his things are not falling out and nods, that was good enough, then he shuts the door.

[Assistant] After making several expressions Ikue allowed herself off the wall to re-accompany her new beloved friend Eriella. Being with other girls felt much closer to home than actually being home... "Do we need to clear out for Zorralth-san? Should we wait until we get to the spot you're talking about??" She gleefully said.

[User]
Johann found his way inside one of the healing areas and the effect was extraordinary.

It was a white room, cots and benches lining the walls being manned by no one. Instead the room was bathed in a golden light that he felt immediately going to work on his arm. It was a warm light, a pleasant feeling washing away the pain. He walked around looking for the source of this phenomenon and found only a single golden line on the ceiling from which it poured.

No, wait, not on the ceiling. Not a line, now that he looked at it. A cut. A powerful Impulse had sliced through the area of this room. He'd seen his father do something like this before, but not on a scale this large. His 「The Sound of Silence」 lasted only a few minutes at a time.

"Hello?" He called out. No one answered. This wasn't something that was recently put up.

"Extraordinary." he said.

[Assistant] "Разве это не дерьмо снова...." the blond girl mumbled under her breath as she walked the empty halls of the school. The foreign girl had arrived in the United Kingdom only days ago to attend this prestigious school to master the strange magical artifact of her family. The poor girl, however, was lost in the vast halls of the building. Class was most likely in session, as there was not a soul in sight. Sighing, she squinted at the pamphlet she had received. While she spoke English fine, she still had issues translating the written form to her first language, Russian. "Где, черт возьми, что-нибудь в этой школе !?" she thought to herself angrily. After another ten minutes of wandering, she peaked into a room. It was strange, golden light radiating through the room with cots and benches, like a magical nurse room. She saw a young man, seemingly fascinated by the source of the light. "E-Excuse me?" she asked hesitantly with a thick accent. "C-Can you help me?"

[User] "Hmm?" Johann said, truing around. He took another look around the room just to reconfirm that he was the only person here she could be talking to, shrugged, and walked over. "With what?"

[Assistant] "I am.. a bit lost in this school. It's my first day." she said. "So I need help finding the dorms. The pamphlet they handed me wasn't very helpful." The girl said. It was now somewhat obvious, with her backpack and suitcase around her as well as the old rifle on her back, brandishing the magical blade.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Equipment: Nothing particularly special - he carries a backpack with assorted items such as a several credit chips, his personal tablet device that he uses for almost everything and other equipment almost any middle-class civilian could get hold of hold of.

Ability: Elemental - The ability to bond with matter and manipulate it - "Matter absorption and manipulation"
-Abilities Strengths: Renat can decide that matter which he is touching is now defined as part of his body and manipulate it how he wishes. If he wishes to dispose of matter, he can merely decide that the matter is no longer part of him. It will remain in whatever shape and form it was when he disconnected from it. For example, he could pick up a rock, form it into a bracer bonded to his arm, then cause it to fall off.
-Abilities Weaknesses: As he grows more skilled, Renat will gain finer control of the matter he has absorbed and become able to control more matter at once. However, currently he is not very skilled in its use. He also cannot absorb or create living matter. While he can make minor changes to form of his body, he cannot regenerate it or take matter from another person or animal - he will recover from an injury at the same pace an ordinary human will, though he can temporarily cover over a wound with another material so that it is not left open. The longer matter remains bonded to him, the harder it is for him to get rid of it.

Personal Skills: Renat is still a teenager and has not had as much life experience as an adult would have. He was an above average student at school, but still not one of the top. He has a decent skill with computers (though, who doesn't with them literally everywhere in the 23rd century?) and a natural artistic skill. He is patient and likes to try understand the world and people around him, thinking it will help him improve his art. He also has a good general knowledge and strong imagination, both partially due to his love of reading.

He is very close to his family and will do whatever he can to make sure they do not get hurt. This can be regarded as a strength or weakness.

Personal Weaknesses: Renat has had limited experience of the world, meaning that - while he is still open to learning new things - he does not know how to respond to some situations or to do in certain environments. His interactions with other people can influence him a lot if he trusts and/or admires the person. Sometimes he can be a bit distant or zone out when he is focusing on thinking about something else too much.

History:
The Emlyn family has been on Mars for 12 decades. They originally arrived on Mars seeking wealth, Gregory Emlyn's business on Earth having become bankrupt due to shifts in the economic environment. They established the Em-Corps which was profitable enough to keep the family from dropping below 'middle class' but neither was it a booming success. Since Renat's grandfather, the family has aimed to return to Earth, stories of the biodomes full of perfect flora and fauna where the rich dwell sounding far more enticing than the harsh and red Mars.

Renat is close to his family which consists of his father Timon, mother Gabrielle, younger brother Walter and younger sister Olivia. The children grew up with some of their favourite stories being about Earth. The family is still determined to find some way back to Earth, despite that it might not be as fantastical as stories tell.

Renat hasn't had a very social life, only having a few close friends at a time throughout his school career. He could often be found alone in a corner reading, whether an electronic book or a family heirloom - some books preserved before paper became almost completely outdated. He did well in school, though never becoming the top in the grade - always being a little below the top 10 students that were announced.

Renat does not know when he got his powers, he only discovered that he had any a week ago. He presumes that he first got them around a month ago, when the first reports of 'superpowered' people started coming in. He discovered them when he was fiddling with a puzzle ring that is supposed to fit into one ring. He closed his eye, picturing how the three rings could come together. A tingling on his palm caused him to open his eyes, upon which he saw the rings had fused with his skin and had begun to combine into one seamless ring. After some panic, he figured out what had happened and managed to put the partially-combined rings back on the table.

He has told his parents about his power, but not his siblings. They have done their best to support him, but he has since been spending a lot more time away from home, feeling that if he spent too long with his family he would be putting them in unnecessary danger. He has occupied his time exploring the city more than he had done so previously, while avoiding touching things where possible so that no accidents would happen and he would not draw attention to himself because of those.

[User]
"Citizen 4561-2407-9485, Renat Emlyn. You are under arrest. Do not resist."

They should really program these VIs to take into account things such as human annoyance, Renat thought as he panted, hearing the same message again.

"The human body has a minimum reaction time of .11 seconds, and a maximum theoritical speed of 65 Kilometers Per Hour. Taking into account the reaction time of the X3 and X4 models, as well as the 2000 meters per second velocity of the round fired from the ACR-10, I estimate your chances of avoiding my weapon at 0 percent."

Since when did VIs gloat? And what is an X4? I haven't heard of that model before.

"Do not resist, and you shall not be harmed."

"Ok, I get it. I've surrendered," he snapped at the robot before stopping himself, secretly thankful that VIs were not very good at human behaviour or tone recognition. He noticed an X3 approaching from behind with cuffs. Stun cuffs? I heard they were not as bad as they sound, just enough to keep you rather uncomfortable. Though I still don't fancy trying them on. Renat continued talking in a calmer tone - despite that the VI still probably didn't understand half of what he said, he still needed to try. "I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to." He was pretty indignant at the current situation. Sure, they had probably somehow figured out he had powers, but he hadn't caused a threat to anyone. Nor displayed his power to anyone - only telling his parents and friends. He didn't need or want to be another story shoved under the carpet wherever the 'freaks' go.

[Assistant]
"I... I'm sorry." The labcoat lowered his eyes, the "90 year old teenager" effect hitting him in the face. Her voice and words, unfitting her appearance, were making her look like some kind of vampire or divine reincarnation, adding to his already undeniable discomfort with teenage girls (that he had done a good job hiding for the last hour). Edith did sound trustworthy, for some strange reason. Then again, he was never good at judging people.

But, it was time to return to the problem at hand. Despite her confidence, the newcomer did not seem to be in full control of her abilities (did she get hit by a net while in hyperspace?!), and they could only speculate whether her teleportation location really had anything to do with her brother's location.

He realized he had access to the facility's database. "I can check if your brother is here. What is his name."

[User] Accepting the extended hand they shook on it. That was about as solid an agreement as any in prison. Turning back to Chris she took the gun from him. Her voice was much more toned down and rather calm. "We might need this. Let me get it working in case we run into more X3s." Whilst working she glanced up. "Can you save the brain scan we did? I want to look at it later." Taking a bit to get the gun to operate she scooted it back over to Chris.

[Assistant]
"Well, strangely it begins with Ryan, the name I said earlier. Probably should have been able to figure that one out yourself Doctor. I guess that's why I wasn't an intern here... too smart." She walked over at the mention of the brain scan, taking out a portable drive and handing it to the said Doctor. "Pass it over onto this, I haven't been able to get my own brain scan having atleast one persons will probably be quite useful." Then she realized what she was talking about before.

"Ryan Wells, was taken about a Month ago when everyones power started manifesting. He had some form of red rock growth on his chest where he was punched. He's not the calmest of people so has probably been trying to hit his way out for a while." She sighed, she only hoped that she would be able to get them all out of here. Otherwise they'd all need to punch their way out.

[User]
Chris looked up sharply. He did not appreciate strangers insulting his intelligence. He made a quick calculation in his head - indeed, if the ability to recover names from disattached pieces of random speech had anything to do with being a doctor, the future of medicine would be grim indeed. In fact, the only reason he still remembered Edith's name was because it was written in front of him, on top of her file. He had no idea if the teleporting woman introduced herself or not.

His eyes lowered to the data drive in her outstretched hand. "No." he said flatly while punching in the missing brother's name. "There is no time, there is too much background noise, and the instruments here are connected to the USF network. I do not have time to reconfigure the connectivity. No data must reach the USF database."

When the wide, square-jawed face of a Ryan Wells appeared on screen, he handed the handheld UI to the newcomer, replacing it with the X3's rifle. "He does not appear to have red rock growth, at least in this picture. Strangely enough, he was in a cell next to you." he looked at Edith. "We know where to start looking, at least. Let's go."

The labcoat gave the disassembled X3 on the floor a last look, and took a step towards the door. He detected the signals appropriate to adrenaline release and heart rate increase. His fear of what's beyond the door took an almost physical form. He clenched his teeth, released a slow breath, trying to bring his vitals down naturally.

And as his hand hovered over the opening switch, the door slid open, revealing the glistening, angular shape of a fully-equipped X3 that was summoned by the general some fifteen minutes ago to subdue and dissect Edith.

[Assistant]
Chris apparently forgot about the earlier order for backup. As it appeared he was going to just open the door she rushed up. Yes there was the robotic X3 waiting for them. Careless. Pulling the gun from his hands Edith fired several shots through its head and three down the torso.

The guns kicked harder than she remembered. Maybe it was her smaller weaker frame that just made it seem that way. Lowering the barrel she rubbed her right shoulder a bit. "I'll scold you later. I can remember where I saw him last." Taking the lead she backtracked toward where she had seen Ryan turn off. Down that direction was a trail of destruction that made it slightly easier to follow. The sound of more X3s could be heard which seemed to indicate they were getting closer.

[User]
"I've surrendered and am not resisting. Stun cuffs hurt, that means I would be harmed - which you said I wouldn't be if I don't resist. Claimed the target, trying to reason with Artie, implying that the stun cuffs were causing him harm. Artie's response was nearly automatic.

"Incorrect. 'harm' as defined by USF standards is the incapacitation of a person via trauma to vital organs, and limbs through the use of blunt force, weapons fire, or torture techniques. The use of USF standard Stun Cuffs are not included within these parameters." Artie stated plainly, his sentence punctuated by the clasping of stun cuffs around Renat's wrists.

One of the X3's prodded Renat forward, as Artie led the captured boy out of the alley, surrounded by the X3 units.

"And could you please tell me why I am being arrested? I have not done anything wrong and was never planning to."

"No." Artie stated plainly.

Activating his communicator, Artie established a communications link to his Hunter supervisor. TARGET SECURED. AWAITING FURTHER ORDERS. Almost instantly, a message was patched through to Artie's command network. ANOMOLY DETECTED. REPORT TO SECTOR ZETA-ALPHA-34 IMMEDIATELY. Acknowledging the command, Artie turned on a dime, and began marching away, leaving the captured suspect with the four X3's still slaved to his mainframe. They stand there with the secured prisoner until the Hunter arrived. Meanwhile, Artie would report to the Industrial Sector as ordered, there were more Anomolies to capture.

[Assistant]
Cassie

Cassie ducked as the X3 stood at the door, however the ninety year old teen soon disposed off it. She stood up again brushing herself down. "If he doesn't appear to have red rock growth then he's either better or you've not dissected him yet. Both would be quite good." They reached the cells and saw the discarded X3 units, the youthful pensioner picked up on the fact it could lead to Ryan first. "Yeah, but the question is do we want to follow the trail of broken parts. I mean surely they're going to be bringing in something-" As she said that the lights went out, except for a straight path. In the distance a door could be seen opening and something being thrown back. That something was Ryan. He landed nearby, trying to stand he stumbled a bit.

"Ryan!" She ran up to him, slowing slightly as she saw that the growth had spread. In fact his skin seemed to be... shattering in places revealing the transformation underneath. "Ryan, you okay?"

"Cass? Why are you here?" He looked around. "This isn't exactly the safest off places." He then noticed the other prisoner, though more importantly the man in the lab coat. Brushing Cassie aside he walked upto him and made a move to grab the man by his lab coat and lift him up.


[System]
Age: 21

Appearance:
Yvette takes the appearance of a tall girl, being about 6 feet with messy brown/blonde hair and pale skin. She has a rather morning dew look to her and her eyes are constantly applied with makeup since she has grown quite attached to materialistic possessions. Without the eye makeup she has noticeably smaller eyes with dark circles from her lack of sleep. Though she has a rather jittery appearance, Yvette is actually quite lax and laid back.

Species/Occupation:  Hunter

Background:
They lived blissfully unaware of their surroundings, as happy as an average middle class family could be. What more could they want? They had everything; A house by the country side, two children, and a family pet to fill in that last missing hole in their heart.
It was all so perfect, so perfect that even Yvette's parents sensed something was off... Yet they continued on, swimming in their ignorance and skipping on with life.
Yvette was an average girl, with average grades, an average lifestyle, and an average family. She would always come home from school to greet her mother and father, whom would sit at the porch, anticipating the arrival of their precious children. Her mother was a simple nurse, while her father was a plumber. Though their jobs weren't too great, they made enough to keep their family happy and healthy.
When had it happened? She didn't remember... But what she did remember were the faces of her parents as she was shoved away into the tight crevices of the basement stairs. It... Whatever it was, had decided to prey on her family. Her family that was just unlucky on that fateful night.
She and her brother were discovered by investigators covered in their own vomit and urine, both children a sobbing mess. Her brother, barely being 3 years old had already been traumatized by the events that took place at their home.
Thankfully, their uncle Roger took them in. Yvette's father warned her about him, how he was schizophrenic, and did odd things. But it turned out that his ramblings had ended up to be true, and what actually killed her parents was an adult werewolf.
Revenge is what she had wanted, and so that is what her uncle had given her. She was trained underneath his wing, and soon prospered and surpassed that old crazy fool.
When she was old enough, she left her brother in the care of her aunt, and went elsewhere to put her skills to use.

Relationships:Dimitri Kozlov and Thomas Young: supposedly all of their relationships started in Alaska. She had ran into both of them leaving the state, when she was rather curious what their business was waddling about so late, she had decided to tag along on their adventures, seeing as they had somewhat common goals.

[User] Kalib let the woman take her bleeding friend from him and nodded. "Right," and headed inside. He recognized the black-haired bartender and ran to her. "Hey, call an ambulance. Some guy just fell outside and he's covered in blood! His friend it out there with him but he really needs to get to the hospital, and fast." Keeping his voice calm, he tried not to make anyone panic. He told himself in his head that the guy will be okay so long as 911 comes.

[Assistant]
Dimitri scowled once he saw the guy ask for the ambulance, rather than getting a medkit, as asked. Maintaining his temper; which he was rather easy at, the Russian got up from where he was leaning on the wall, nearby, moving towards the bar's counter. Easily sliding over, he quickly located the red and white medkit, underneath the counter's tabletop. Grabbing it, Dimitri slid back over the counter, long legs quickly striding him over to where his two accomplices were leaning against the building, outside.

His sunglasses were back on, hiding his eyes, but it also allowed him to see easily, despite the darkness from the nightsky. Crouching down, Dimitri handed Yvette the first-aid kit, before taking a few steps back, so that he wouldn't get in her way. First-aid was definitely not his forte, and he knew that Yvette had training in it...most-likely from her delusional Uncle. "Dumbass..." He muttered underneath his voice, once again, but it was unknown on who the insult was directed towards.

[User] Nanix watched Kalib come and tell her to call 911, then Demitiri come and take the kit. "... something tells me that guy has it" She pointed to him. "you want a drink?"

[Assistant]
"Huh?" He turned, seeing the tail end of a hulking man leave with something red and white. ". . . . Oh. Er, okay. A rum and cola, please. . ." Kalib said, awkwardly seating himself at the bar. He felt like a spaz for running in like that, and a blockhead for not going for the first aid kit. Attempting not to look as embarrassed as he felt, he leaned against the counter. "How's the night going for ya? Got a lot of tips?" With the multiple times the pack has gone drinking before the full moon, Kalib had began to favor this bartender more then her co-workers and silently scolded himself for not asking her name after all this time.

Seeking a peek over his shoulder, he wanted to see if anyone was staring or, at least, not noticing him. "Man, you mucked this one up real good. How will the pack expect to rely on you when you're being stupid and can't handle getting the first aid kit." Chastised his mind. It was one thing being one of the younger werewolves in the pack; its quite another being a young omega who needs to do his job.

[User]
Wind

Avery listened patiently as Fayth talked and talked about the boys and getting tipsy, her lips almost never stopped moving. It could be good though, at times. Especially when things got uncomfortably silent. Then Fayth mentioned something about a gross guy who needed help, and Avery looked around, her tired eyes frantic.

Yet...She saw no one. Avery turned back to Fayth and squinted. "Fayth, are you sure? I don't see anyone. Did he leave, did he look confused?" She resisted the urge to rest her hand on Fayth's forehead to check for a fever. "If you're busy right now, I'll let you get back to your friend's while I make my rounds. Uhh, ladies, do you want anything? Refills, food. Anything?"

She took out her little notepad, flipping it open and bringing out a mechanical pencil, covered in scratches and stickers of rainbows. "I suggest our cosmos with a strawberry topping or a lemon twist. Its delicious!"

[Assistant]
Fayth Morrow
Between talking about guys and keeping track of everyone at the bar, this was getting exhausting. 'Yes, I'm sure you idiot.' She thought. Tired of everyone giving her lip. Seemed everyone had something to say around here. God, putting up with Jesse and her bad habit of street fights, Mori's suspicions, Ryan's boyfriend. Fayth needed to let out a big sigh. Instead of sipping on that weak appletini like a ditzy blonde girl would, she straight chugged it down in one go. 'Fuck, that's gross.' Fayth cringed. A whiskey girl at heart. Her hand grabbed a hold of Jesse's arm and she made sure to look at her. Even if Jesse might not make eye contact, Fay kept a steady and intense gaze on her face. "We can pick up the tab in much better ways. Safer ways." Keeping in mind everyone around. "Like, I could give you such great pointers, girlie!" Flash the big smile for the cameras. Turn, pose. Then looking over at Mori, she pat her on the back. "I'll be back honey, I know you want to talk to me so so badly."

Fayth looked up at Avery. "By the way, this sweetheart right here," indicating Mori, "She ordered her usual. Some juice. No alcohol can you believe it? It's like she's against fun or something." Fay turned to the door. Her scent picking up the blood easily. It made her hair rise and her heart race faster. The blood of animals, she could deal with. But humans? She wanted to stay clear of that path. It didn't lead anywhere. Nowhere except a place of tears and blood. On her way out, Fay yelled out over to Kalib. The other omega who in fact was doing just fine. Calling 911 was one half of the job, the first-aid kit was the second. "Get on the phone and call 911, alright? Sound good? Great." Fay nearly rolled her eyes click-clacking with her ridiculous heels on out the door.

Once outside she caught sight of the tall, muscular Russian. He didn't look like someone anyone would like to pick a fight with. Not even a guy Fay would like to fight. Then again, if she could avoid every fight, she would. Not to mention, while Fay was coming out to check on Thomas' health (he was a solid drinking partner), the beep of his phone also interested her. A quick snatch of his cellphone could be nice. The item could sell for a few dollars. Good money. Two problems being Dmitri standing there, and Yvette also watching over him. Fay kneeled down with Yvette. "Do you know what you're doing? If you don't, say so right now and I can take over from here! I'm having an ambulance called because let's be real here guys, he def needs to get to the hospital."

Fay paused for a second. Looking at Thomas who was bleeding out. "Gauze, anti-septic wipes, anti-biotic, use the goddamn gloves or risk infecting him, and hurry up and use that mother fucking adhesive tape. If you don't hurry up, I will!"

[User]
Catching Fay's command as she, too, left out the door, Kalib felt only a smidge better knowing another omega was here in case he messed up. He pulled out his phone and dialed emergency services, telling them the situation, and getting back to what he was doing. "If that guy really does need help, at least someone's coming." He thought, a little less dismal this time. Shoving the negative thoughts from his head, he bucked up and resolved to focus on his job. Turning in his seat, he looked about the scene with alertness. If anything else were to go wrong, he'd make sure he'd catch it (and that he didn't do it himself).

It seemed that the usual suspects were at the bar that night. The alphas, a few betas, a bunch of townsfolk looking to have a good night. Even though he was at the bar, he wasn't expecting to get too drunk that night. It wouldn't be new if a few hunters would try to scope out targets a few days before the full moon and Kalib wasn't going to let anyone hurt their pack. Not on his watch.

[Assistant]
@Trinais

~Anton~

Anton watched Ryan walk away with hungry eyes and made herself comfy on her chair. She should really come here regularly - force Ryan into working weeks, perhaps? Anton didn't really know how she felt about Ryan. His eyes are so dreamy... She was awoken by a rapid voice in her ear.
"You are done drinking."
"Fuck off Carlson. I can drink as much as I intend to. Which, like all of the rest of my private life, is none of your business."
Anton watched Thomas being tended to by, literally, everyone. She took this as an opportunity to get away from Carlson, and lifting herself over the bar, went into the cooler room where she found Ryan.
"Hey, Ryan? I've waited long enough, where do you store my Vodka?"
She began rooting through cupboards without waiting for an answer. 'Fuckin' Ryan,' she thought.

[User]
Mori
Did it only seem or was the bar really unusually loud that night? Sure, it was a rush hour, like every other month before the full moon. A pack of wolves ordering drinks, and causing minor troubles that come with that, then some other human locals, who were also more or less regular costumers in the bar. In all that crazy bunch, Mori noticed three fairy new visitors, who on a first glance seem to know each other. And yet they did not make an entrance together. That guy, who soon became the center of all the attention, bursting in the bar covered in blood, and then Mr. Muscles, as Fay called him, drinking water, while everyone around him was indulging in the mind numbing liquid. He sure seemed like a dream date for Mori, but judging from herself, she knew that you should never trust a man who does not drink alcohol, because they are probably up to something.

She lost herself in thought with scanning the mysterious threesome, and completely overhead Fay's words about her not being fun due to drinking juice. When she finally got her drink, she realized all the fun had already moved outside, with the three strangers gone, and of course Fay, who seemed to take control of the situation pretty well. Strangely enough, that didn't bother Mori at all, what bothered her was the fact that Carlson was giving all the attention to Anton, who did what she knew best – victimize herself with overdrinking, and then getting all the attention for it.

''Carlson!'' she called for her partner, who didn't seem to hear her the first time. ''God dammit, Carlson!'' she called for him again, and then walked herself right next to him, right at the moment Antony managed to get away from his norturing grip. ''Something's up,'' she said through her teeth, looking at Carlson to see if he was monitoring his surroundings at all. ''Something is not right here. I can feel it.''

[Assistant]
"I would prefer it if you move away..." Yvette murmured. She dug through the medical kit, working quickly to at least clot the wound so that the flow of blood would cease. "The wound isn't too harsh, however it is rather deep, but not deep enough to scratch the surface of the bone. It isn't as dire as you think, it was earlier because he did nothing but sit and drink nonchalantly as if nothing had ever happened, and during that timeframe he lost quite a bit of blood." Well, time to put her uncle's teachings into use.

She rubbed her hands on her pants, slipped on the gloves the kit had given her and began to pour hydrogen peroxide onto a sterilized piece of cloth. Antibiotics were important yet surprisingly missing from the medical kit, however that could be settled at the emergency room of the hospital, for now Yvette would have to settle with simply cleaning the wound, then dressing it with a decent layer of gauze and a compression bandage from another piece of cloth.

"I can drive to the hospital faster than an ambulance can arrive, so don't waste your time with calling it." Yvette closed the lit, placed it into the hands of Dimitri, then wrapped Thomas' un-injured arm over her shoulders so that she was able to slide him into the back seat of her Camaro. "I appreciate the help though."

She headed over to the drivers seat and rolled down the window. "Dimitri, meet us at the hospital, afterwards we'll talk." Yvette gave him a small nod, then drove off.

"This would have been a lot easier if someone had decided to go get treated instead of drink... What a pain in my ass. I'm no den mother." She grunted and slammed her fist onto her car horn, honking it violently as she whizzed past cars to make it to the hospital in a short amount of time.


[System]
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:

Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build is less than impressive. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back from the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She's still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn't know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It's not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn't breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock" for college in LA. She's not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

[User]
The Zombie

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The Fresh Heralds looks down at their weapons in confusion. They didn't shoot, and they were supposed to shoot, but they weren't functioning. Upon closer inspection, they'd realize their tools had been sabotaged by an unknown assailant that seemed to be some reformist kid talking speeches about things the zombies were practically programmed to disregard. Throwing away their primary weapons, they each drew a pistol, only to have more knives thrown at them. The police officer seemed a lot more agile with a gun, a likely reminiscence of his life before being a Herald and would manage to shoot the knife despite its enhancement, barely deriving it. The other one took it to the should, but almost shrugged it off as he unloaded toward Ian, and consequently, to the panicking people riled up.

The masked Heralds took the knives but acted as if they weren't hit at all. Even with damage to the knee, they walked more or less fine. They dropped the bodies they were carrying at the sounds of gunshots, however and simply started jogging toward the panicked masses and in the middle of the roads. It would quickly be revealed that they'd be wearing explosive vests, the kinds prepared specifically for genocides (considering they're likely slow down good infantry). In various corners, they'd quickly detonate themselves no matter the interruption. They had to kill as many as possible like fanatics.

The remaining two would do their best to at least handle Ian before the civilian fresh Herald would detonate himself in hopes to take out Ian while the Officer would attempt an escape. The van stocked with a few bodies would of course take off during this entire dramatic scene.

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Nancy always kept a pretty upbeat smile all the time, like a well trained secretary doing her best to handle customer service. However, whenever Sebastian would come in and blather on about his exploit and desires, she'd have the most over-exaggerated frown depicting just how upsetting his monologues could be. Her hand was slowly reaching into one of her drawers, blatantly making it obvious she was reaching out of a weapon as she rattled through the junk in there, taking all his monologue time to actually get what she wanted. Suddenly, she slammed a machete onto her desk, severing her right hand in the process. It already leaked black blood almost everywhere, but she seemed completely unfazed by it. She'd toss the hand on Sebastian's face and revert to her usual smiling stance.

"Here you go Sebastian! Yes yes! You definitely know how to spray my blood on them right?!"

She he spun on her spinning chair, only noticing now the message sent by Edge through the radio as she was in her little fantasy world of chopping off her own member. She quickly grabbed the mic of said radio and replied.

"Y-yes sir! Yes yes I am super duper fine, with all my buddies, thank you! I hope the operation was an absolute success!"

She said nervously, he feet sporadically stomping the ground as she replied to the leader. She jumped out of her chair, her arm pissing blood all over the office floor and furniture. She only acknowledged her two buddies from the underground, buddies she sure wished she could blow the guts out off to turn into Heralds of course. Randomly, she froze into position, for absolutely no reason. She was in deep thought, but her posture made her seem like she was frozen in place. She'd let all the events fly by her head, as if she pushed everyone away from her mind before snagging a bag of what seemed to be cheetos on an unopened box near her desk.

"Hey! To celebrate, anyone wants to have some good ol' Cheetos?! They're greeeat! I made them myself you know?"

She'd open the plastic to let the aroma of the treats invade the near vicinity. Approaching Ellen of all people, she'd wave the sack of cheetos right in front of her face like some kind of leech trying to devour the famous woman's face. Cheetos were just flinging out of the bag and rubbing against her face. It was almost as if she was treating Ellen like some kind of imagined animal she fed, but all the food would drop down. The cheetos were of course, poisoned with a toxin capable of killing pretty much anyone who simply ate one of those.

"Mmmmm some good cheetos aye Ellen? Do you like cheetos? Mmmm I love cheetos! C'mon, delicious cheetos..."

Though no matter the response, she'd rinse and repeat, next stop was Sebastian and she'd give the same scene she did with Ellen to the psychopath. Hopefully, he'd eat it and fall into cardiac arrest, finally getting rid of his constant monologues. And finally, the giant ugly man she just wished should mutilate and turn into something super awesome like a giant Herold. Her dialogue would change however with Isaac as she had other ideas roaming his mind concerning him.

"Isaac! These Cheetos are the best, mmmm! If you eat one I'll fix you up and make you look the way you've always wanted, yes yes!"

She said with so much glee, but it'd be almost a known fact that giving one's life in the hands of Nancy would be a death sentence, or at least a forfeit of any freedom they had. Plus her attempts in killing pretty much anyone would be under more blatant forms more often the naught. Her favorite maneuver being to try and shoot someone with a shotgun, missing, and flying backwards with the recoil. Luckily for everyone, she'd be way too much of an incompetent klutz to actually kill anyone. Though, there shouldn't be any confusion, she'll turn anyone into a Herald if given the correct circumstance.

[Assistant]
After both having no answer from the masked man, the guy running away and Light giving chance, Light saw a large group of the same people running towards the streets. She noticed another reformist there, Ian, who Light hadn't seen in some time having spent a good amount of time overseas. He was also dealing with these masked thugs, and from the looks of the knives on the ground, had tried to attack them but failed as he was attacked by two of them with a third running at him, breaking away from the group that Light was chasing.

"Well, if they're going to be openly hostile..." Light said, grabbing a black glob from under her dress. When she let go of the glob, it turned into a shadowy portal which Light entered, popping out between Ian and the charger, punching said charger causing it to explode in her face, turning her black as if she was covered in ash and causing one of her arms to go flying in Ian's direction.

"Really? REALLY?" Light said, exhaling a large cloud of smoke as she was momentarily stunned from the explosion, shaking it off after a few moments. Noticing her missing arm was by Ian's feet, she called to him. "Hey Ian, mind giving me my arm? It kinda hurts when your missing a limb." When she was all fixed up, she'd tell Ian that she'd go after the masked Heralds going at the civillians, groaning at having to set off so many explosives in her face.


[System]
Titles: Officially none. Inofficially however he has earned himself the nickname of 'The Phantom'
Race: Human
Age: 35
Physical Appearance: One can easily see that he's unusually pale for a human being and his eyes look somewhat strange. Yet there are no fangs and no fur is sprouting during a full moon. What appears to be quite altered or randomly mutated in his bloodline however are the portions of the genome controlling growth: At more than eight feet while still maintaining a very well visible heap of muscular bulk, he's rather unmistakable.
The clothing/armor shown in the picture should not be taken as a precise reference to how he dresses. Given his job, Hatuum can appear in many different things. Usually it's the one that fits the situation he wants to confront himself with best.

Biography: Hatuum's short history can be tracked back to a small region in the Alps, roughly at the point where the provinces of Westmark, Tyrstria and Veiern meet each other. It has not yet been possible to pinpoint his true origin, but this is the area where the first sighting of him has been confirmed. Given the medieval stage of development, not everybody carries around a passport and a bunch of legal documents which are forgery-proof - and he has proven to be quite elusive and able to go around guard posts.

This is no accident. His profession is not exactly what an 'ordinary' man would do: Hatuum's an assassin. While he behaves like a submarine for most of time, there are secret ways to make him surface. Ways spread only by rumor and reserved for the rich and powerful. He's far beyond working for everyone. It makes it even harder to acquire his helping hand. He knows that the count, duchess or other person of noble rank calling for him today could very well be the one whose court he has spread terror in sometime before. Who knows on which list of suspects someone has put him on ?

It is also the reason why his region of interest spreads across the entirity of Nocturne. The less frequent one returns to the same region, the better. Basically he's always on the search for the most promising contract. Hatuum's time on earth is comparatively limited - he has the intention to make as much glory out of it as possible. He doesn't control any kind of army, but on the smaller scale of a locked room he can be considered a one man variant of it.

[User]
Zero

Alenios fell to his knees before Amelia as if his his strings had been cut. "Of course not, my lady." he said, not daring to rise from this position. Even as his good friend Amyiartis was choked. It was a real pity if he were to die, but he vauled Amelia above all, even above his own person. And though he did not intervene, he did offer the Duke of Magyan a smile. Whether the duke chose to take this smile as a threat or as an apology, he did not care.

As soon as the bell chimed, he rose to his feet and stood at Amelia's side, as he had always done. He saw it in her expressions that she was thinking of how she could deal with this situation. "My lady, know, that whatever you decide to do, you will have my support" he spoke, smiling, though for the first time, this was a genuine and caring smile. "If you order me now, I will gather my men and kill the barbarians to the last man."

Though he knew that the enemy outnumbered his own Blood Guard by a great deal, all of his men were vampire from throughout Nocturne, be they first generation vampires or the weakest of vampires... they were all vampires and they were all loyal. However, he did not delude himself that he had any chance of victory against so great odds, but if Amelia ordered him to charge into the germanic tribes, he would do so without a second thought. Now he simply stood, and awaited her own answer, whatever that order might be.

[Assistant]
Hatuum had to make a considerable effort to stop himself from smirking. Was anyone one the persons in front of him aware of how much unvarnished... unfriendliness... they had just released towards him ? Well of course he could be wrong objectively, but for subjective feelings nothing but one's own and current point of view was relevant.

First of all there was this Alenios or whoever he was. Admittedly, Hatuum didn't have much to do with politics and courtly affairs - at least not from an 'ordinary' point of view. He wasn't completely aware of the man's role here, but suspecting someone of having an intent to satisfy multiple desires while that someone had hardly done anything more but to say 'hello' was quite unexpected. And then the man lost track of his schedule on when to pretend which positive emotion. All this smiling - all this false smiling.

Amiartys, the one he had initially addressed, appeared to be of a much more friendly kind. The person appearing behind him and being called Mycandros however was not. It didn't escape Hatuum's attention that the vampire had been very close to openly threatening him with his impressive long sword and the giant was quite glad about Amiartys stopping the hostility while it was still in its subtle infancy. The vampire bodyguard or whatever he was had already earned his place on the list of possibly dangerous persons though. Hatuum had been hesitant enough not to carry a weapon in here. That was with the exception of his own body of course. Quite a lot of people probably considered him to be a weapon himself. He didn't. Raw flesh was pretty defenseless against a sharp blade, no matter how much there was available of it. Hatuum had blasted his way through a few taverns though...

When Amelia decided to take things into her own hands literally, Hatuum became seriously concerned about the possibility of the situation escalating. How would Amiartys react to this kind of demonstration ? The self-appointed assassin didn't wait for the reaction of the mercenary leader but instead opted for sitting down as told quickly. Given that his biceps were thicker than many men's thighs already, one could probably imagine the extent of Hatuum's own legs burying the bench beneath them. Sometimes he really hated himself for being what he was, but most of the time he did the opposite.

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He briefly paused, waiting for an reaction before he decided to just go on. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?"

[User]
A small drop of blood trickled down from Amiartys's slightly bruised neck where the markings of Amelia's hands had just been only a few seconds before. He had known that feeling of being strangled once, though that was many years ago when he was younger in age and in spirit. One moment he had tried to amiably control a situation that could have gotten out of hand, the next, he had completely lost that control, leaving Amelia to gasp not only that very heated incident but a tight gasp around Amiarty's neck. Her speed was impeccable, her strike against his pale neck, firm and elegant as she was. Amelia had a tight and very uncomfortable grip around his neck, her fingernails lightly digging into his skin and her hands as tight as steel around his neck. He looked into at her and saw nothing in her face but disappointment and deep into her piercing radiant eyes, Amelia looked at Amiartys as a predator so looks into its prey and in that moment, he understood true fear. Amiartys felt vulnerable in that moment, yet there was nothing he could do in that moment, he didn't resist. He knew that she wouldn't kill him over something as what he considered as frivolous as this though leaders seldom should miss the opportunity to discipline wrong-doers and in that moment, he understood why she did it.

She held him with her left arm, lifting him from the ground as if he were as light as some helpless infant, her hands crushing his throat as he subtly struggled against her might. Though despite this, there was no use in even trying, her hands were both as cold and hard as steel. She even appeared to not be straining from lifting Amiartys, even with his gear on that made him a few pounds heavier. Amelia was quite un-ordinarily strong as the rumors had mentioned, then again Amelia was a very un-ordinary vampire. Amiartys throughout his long life had always been told the tales of the Elders and their vigorous ferocity in battle though he had not witnessed it himself until later in his life in the many wars he had so loyally fought for Nocturne, though never expecting such power to be pointed in his direction. The soldiers during the times of war had circulated rumors that an Elder had strange physical prowess over ordinary people and seldom were rumors ever refuted.

Amiartys took Amelia's words and advice with the utmost consideration, for this easily could've been his last. He was even graciously wanted to thank her for her complement on his appearance as she examined him as if he were some sort of specimen. He smiled at her despite his face turning from crisp red to now a light blue. Amiartys could see that Amelia was almost, as some would say, amused with torturing him. Perhaps it was her way of flirting with him and it was something Amiartys had always grown to be used to though never quite in this manner. After grinning at her, Amelia released the grip she so tightly had over his neck, letting Amiartys almost stumble onto the ground had he not been caught by Mycandros.

"I do apologize, my lady." Mycandros had so apologetically said to her, wanting to drop to his knees if he had not caught Amiartys. He help Amiartys back on his feet and dragged him several paces backward. Quietly, he then apologized to Amiartys. "I am so sorry sir. I would have tried to protect you, Amiartys, bu-"

"You and I would've been dead in this very council hall, of all places to die." He struggled to admit though not because he didn't want to, but because of his struggle to even breathe. "I'm glad you at least understand that." Amiartys managed to say in light-hearted tone. He then cleared his throat before looking towards Commodry, seeing that he and Amelia exchanged a brief look before Amelia turned away. Commodry had always been a cowardly boy, though he appeared to be rather calm and tranquil with Amelia's presence and had a look of admiration towards her, smiling even as she was walking away. Of all people, Commodry seemed to have developed a fond liking to this Elder woman who he had ever saw the privilege of seeing for himself. Amiartys took a few seconds to recover himself and turned back to the giant man who he had just tried to defend earlier. "I do apologize again for what happened earlier, some of my men need to know their place." He turned to Mycandros, who then smiled sheepishly. "Now. What was your name again?"

"Hatuum. Just... Hatuum. There's nothing more to add to my name." He replied, though there was a strange pause as if to say that he was nothing more than just some soldier. He was modest, which Amiartys could respect. "So... a mercenary leader ? May I ask what you do exactly ?" He asked.

"I attend to matters that require my expertise and with a generous amount of coins and both I and my men will be loyal to those who employ us like many other mercenary companies. We mainly focus our business in Nocturne for now and though we are small, we comprise of the best men in these lands and beyond, with the exception of a few." He turned to Commodry, seeing that his eyes were still fixated on Amelia. "And you, Hatuum, what is your profession?" He asked, though he already knew that answer in some form.

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Arielle could not remember what she had dreamt about earlier though she could tell by her mood before abruptly waking up that it was a good dream like the ones she typically had whenever she had slept in a recreational manner during these tedious council meetings. She woke up to the sound of stumbling, only to realize that someone who looked like Amiartys, the mercenary leader who had fought along side both her father and grandfather, had just taken a considerable blow from Amelia though she had not known why.

"What just happened, Contentos? Is that Amiartys?" She turned to her older adviser, who had been pinching the bridge of his nose frustratingly. He was a man no older than sixty and was a hardened veteran of the many battles he had fought alongside Arielle's father many years ago, something Arielle had always been told of since her youth. Though burdened by old age, he carried with him a strong appearance he had conditioned since youth. An excellent swordsman as proven many times in battle as shown by the scar that dragged along his face, just barely missing his eyeball. "Did something exciting finally happen during these boring meetings for once?"

"Yes and yes, madam, that is him. I have not seen him in three years. I'm also afraid you have missed that very opportunity of something you consider 'interesting'. May I remind you that you are in a very important council meeting?" Contentos lectured her silently.

"Yes, yes." She said annoyingly. "And when something interesting finally occurs, you don't even bother to wake me." She groaned before wiping the saliva she had left on her boiled leather forearm on her legs.

"I was afraid of what repercussions that might ensue in the event that I should awake you after your 'peaceful' slumber." He reminded her of what happened last time.

"Oh" She caught on. "I never quite expected you to be a man living in fear of anyone." She said teasingly, knowing that he was a proud man.

"I do not, Baroness. Only strong women with a passion to discipline at a moment's notice." He replied, though Arielle could not tell whether or not Contentos was referring to either her or Amelia. They both watched as the meeting progressed.

[Assistant]
Hatuum made a waving gesture with his left hand, indicating that the matter was essentially dealt with for him. "As you can see, I have survived without suffering any physical harm. I think that is what counts on the bottom line ? I can understand that people feel uneasy when they see me and I am, though unfortunately, rather used to this kind of behaviour. However you can trust me that I don't intend and never had the intention to use my few extra feet and several hundred extra pounds to threaten you or anybody else. Even with weapons it would be quite a bit foolish to do such a thing here, wouldn't it ? It would be overly daring to attempt this against an entire group of mercenaries in general, no matter the location."

The man arched an eyebrow and spent several seconds on looking at Amiartys before continuing with the actual topic. "So, a mercenary leader. Well..." Hatuum put his right leg on top of the left one. "Than we are not that different after all. I too am a... mercenary... leader, with the exception being that my 'group' consists of only one member." Logic would dictate that this single and only member could only be Hatuum himself. It wasn't a lie after all - just a bit of an unprecise, generalized wording. He wasn't eager to completely and directly let Amiartys or any of his companions in on the fact that he was an assassin. "I could imagine that one of the upcoming things could be either me asking if you'd have a job for me or you asking if I'd be willing to accept one."