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

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

Date of Birth:
September 21, 1993

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Complicated

Sexually Active:
Yes

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

Hometown:
Atlanta, Georgia

Ethnicity:
Mixed - Puerto Rican/African-American

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Classes started tomorrow, but registration was today. It was mostly relaxed aside from the first years who were running around as if their lives were going to end. None of them knew much about BlackBrick Academy other than it was a school that taught magic as well as normal curriculum. The party that was going on that night was held by the upperclassmen. It happened every year from what Caleb and Samantha knew. Each year the parties got wilder and yet no one had died. That was the good thing about the parties. There were plenty of drunken college kids, but although alcohol was present at the parties, everyone was mostly high on magic and other stimulants. Caleb went his first year at BlackBrick and had a blast, but this year he didn't know if he would stay the entire time, perhaps pop in to show his face and then leave.

As he stood up to leave the registrar office, he caught sight of Samantha with a scowl on her face. Something was wrong, but he knew she'd tell him later. He noticed Ambrose as well. Damn, he was cute, but every time he thought about how cute Ambrose was he could hear his inner voice saying "you swore off it remember" which causes him to groan in misery at the position he put himself in. He smiled in Ambrose's direction as he exited the office and waited outside for Samantha. When she emerged he looked at her as she glared daggers in the direction of the registrar inside the office.

"Stupid ass," she exclaimed causing Caleb to laugh lightly.

"What happened?" he questioned unfolding his arm and walking beside her.

"She put me in the wrong class," Samantha said annoyed, "and now I have to come up here tomorrow to FIX IT!"

Caleb shook his head. "Calm down Sam, let's just get ready for this party tonight and have fun."

Samantha looked at Caleb when he smiled his infamous smile, the smile that would launch a thousand ships into battle. Rolling her eyes she reluctantly smiled and crossed her arms.

"So you might be getting a text," she smirked winking at him. Caleb looked at her and then turned his head back towards the office before catching up with her.

"Tell me you didn't," Caleb said looking at her as she perched her lips.

"You're welcome," she replied causing Caleb to groan. He wasn't that upset but he wished she would have asked him before giving his phone number out to strangers. Still, Ambrose had peaked his interest and his worry faded away without hindrance.

"Honestly though Sam, come on the guy's probably in a relationship or not even gay," Caleb said softly, "I'm probably not even his type."

"A simple 'thank you' would suffice CJ," Samantha replied as she strutted off heading towards her dorm leaving Caleb with a look of pure shock on his face. He had to admit she did enjoy toying with him.

[Assistant]
Ambrose rubbed his eyes as he stepped away, noticing only Caleb briefly who was already walking away. He stared after for a beat longer before refocusing. He wasn't sure what he saw in the man, but all he knew was that he couldn't handle any kind of relationship. So he pushed those thoughts out of his head and pulled out his phone, downloading the app recommended by Caleb. On his way out, he passed his roommate. They both shared a scrowl as they met eye contact. His roommate was tall, graceful, and shiny blonde hair rested atop his head. Basically the opposite of Ambrose. The roommate went by the name of Anthony.

Shaking his head as he stepped back out onto campus, he wondered what he should spend the rest of his day doing. Maybe visit the library to throw himself into studies? Or finally getting around to finish that one painting? Ambrose held his backpack closer, sitting down on the edge of a fountain with a sigh. The magic world was exciting and new, almost addictive, but Ambrose still felt out of place. Like he always had. Maybe he really did need something to take the edge off, possibly something like a party. Ambrose took out the scrap of paper with the number on it, pausing a moment before deciding to punch in the numbers. He waited nervously as the phone began to ring.


[System]
Appearance: Like all Astartes, Nergüi is of superhuman proportions, his height, weight and muscle-mass far outdoing that of even the largest Guardsman as he towers above them being nearly eight feet tall in height due to his power armour. His face, the only part of his body commonly seen, is hard and expressionless with the outward appearance of an elderly man with his long grey hair cut and tied into a nomadic top-knot, his facial hair the thin moustache and wispy goatee commonly seen among the White Scars set against tanned flesh, bearing ritually made scars below his eyes and across his cheeks . The almond-shaped eyes of a deep hazel colour, stuck in dark eye-sockets are what makes people realise how much he has seen and how much he knows, holding both wisdom and a look of violence within them.

Age: 275

Sex: M

Class: Deathwatch (White Scars) Apothecary (Emchi)

Equipment:

* A suit of archaic and battered but slightly modified Mark VI "Corvus" armour, painted in the traditional black colours of the Deathwatch, taken from a predecessor of the pre-heresy White Scars and gifted to the current Chapter. The suit has been modified to include the mandatory silver shoulder pad of the Watch, Helix shapes against a white background adorn the armour at several points as do eagles, the right shoulder-guard retaining the yellow lightning bolt-on-red and stark white of his Chapter.
* Diagnostor Helmet - The helmet is shaped in the conventional form of a beaked Mark VI helm, yet contains upgraded Auto-senses and readouts to assist with their charge of treating the injured and maintaining their Battle-Brothers' ( and any others) physical combat readiness.
* Narthecium - The tool of an Apothecary's trade, a Narthecium contains implements specially designed for Space Marine physiology and for performing first aid without having to remove the patient's Power Armour. It also comprises various counterseptics, skin patches, transfusions and other compounds engineered for the Space Marines' physiology, and several stasis tubes for storing recovered gene-seed.
* Reductor - Retrieval and storage of a fallen Battle-Brother's gene-seed is so critical that Apothecaries carry a special tool for this operation. While a Reductor is not required for Progenoid removal, it significantly reduces the time. This surgical implement fastens under the wrist. It includes a monomolecular saw for penetrating Power Armour and Ossmodula-enhanced rib cages, and a diamantine-tipped extractor drill.
* Mk III Pattern bolt pistol
* Power-sabre – A power weapon utilising a curved blade, shaped after the traditional sabres wielded by the steppe nomads of Chogoris. It is rarely used, as he is an Apothecary after all, but when it is it is put to death-dealing with a deadly effect.
* One Frag and one Krak grenade

Notable Deeds:

* The Diata Purge: Under the direction of Kyublai Khan, Nergüi joined the campaign with the rest of his Chapter against various Chaos Renegades; he saved many of his Brothers during the bloodshed, as well as some from the allied Marauders Chapter. Great deeds were done during this hunt, though not glorious ones by this Apothecary.
* Battle for Grase Mesa: Nergüi was part of the Land Speeder mounted cadre that took the fight to the Eldar of Yme-Loc, joining his brethren in their flanking attacks on the lithe xenos, personally accounting for over a dozen Eldar scalps and heads.
* Third War for Armageddon: Everyone knows about this war, and there are so many tales of daring do that it would be impossible to tell them all here. Needless to say, Apothecary Nergüi of the Firefist Brotherhood (2nd Company) impressed someone with extreme authority, an Inquisitor no less, and it was requested that he be seconded to the Deathwatch of the Ordo Xenos – an honour he could not refuse.
* Classified: Ever since 'taking the black', his pure white going to the deep dark of his adopted 'Chapter', the tasks and deeds that this Apothecary has performed, the biological agents he has worked with, and the operations he has conducted are classified – only those with the highest authority able to know even a fraction of what he has been through.

[User]
"Too late, brace for impact." The matter of fact tone from the Krieger betrayed nothing of his actions, the sound of the Chimera slamming into reverse, and throwing the non Skitarii about violently as he avoided a crude, improvised rocket hurtling by. It seemed someone, or something, had instructed the heretical forces how to construct crude anti tank weapons, though by evading the incoming crude ordinance he had no room to avoid the charging heretical forces. The sound at the front end of the Chimera prompted Ansgar to slam the thing back forward, dragging the warp tainted assailant under the front treads, a heavy bump, screeching, and crunch announcing the fate of the would be boarder. "We don't have room to maneuver clear of further explosive attacks where we are, we ram through the fortifications and take them in close assault."

The idea of engaging corrupted industrial workers would be mad to most, but between the Skitarii who literally had no programming for fear nor any left in the organic components, and a Death Korp of Krieg Grenadier who saw a suicidal frontal assault as another day in service to the Emperor, and said Krieger was driving, there was little recourse for the more reasonable members inside the Chimera except be along for the ride. Not bothering to slow down, the Chimera's engine roared in defiance to the incoming clatter of stub weapons, stolen or inducted from local gangs or smuggled from offworld, as well as another volley of crude explosives attempting to disable the Chimera. The Skitarii, despite the chaos of the ramming attack, were firing at maximum efficiency, picking targets as the Chimera smashed open the crude semi circle of fortifications the heretics had attempted to make proof against assaults.

"In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement."

Grim were the words that the Krieger intoned as a heretic took a massive pair of industrial sheers, designed for cutting armor plates to size, to the front of the hull, opening a man sized gap in front of Ansgar as he intoned the last line of the Litany of Sacrifice. Without a sound, the Krieger leapt forward, slamming into the heretic and, despite its augmentations, sent it hurtling to the ground. In its forehead was a bayonet, which Ansgar ripped from the bloody mess he had left of the heretic as he produced, in his dominant hand, an entrenching tool. The Skitarii kept up their withering rate of fire, and the tech heretic had a perfect line of fire into the tunnel where more heretics could pour in from. Despite the gaping hole over the driver's seat, the hull gun was undamaged and the Arbites would also find he had a fine view of the incoming heretics. Ansgar was standing over the corpse of the heretic, covering the only blind spot left outside of the rear of the Chimera, which was facing the Rhino.

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"That is why Techpriests assigned to the Death Korp loath their vehicle operators..." Clearly Malig was disgusted with how the venerable Machine Spirit in the chimera had been treated, though she had little recourse to act in preventing such actions. She had not argued, or even begrudged, the Apothecary after she saw what Chapter the Astartes hailed from, and knew full well not to stand between the White Scar and a vehicle. She had instead provided navigational assistance while maintaining a connection to the remote operated Storm Bolter on the top of the vehicle. The weapon came to life, keeping the heretics from being able to get into the blind spot behind the Chimera, ramp still raised to prevent friendly fire, though anyone inside the transport could drop the ramp at any moment, even if the driver had already left through the new hole in its front.

"So long as the Rhino keeps clear of disabling fire, the remote Storm Bolter I am interfacing with will keep any infantry assaults to the Chimera's blind spot clear." The Techpriestess reported calmly to the Celestian, having accepted her position within the current hierarchy of command and not intending to create unnecessary disruptions. She would follow the Celestian's, or the Apothecary's if the Sister of Battle was unavailable, orders without delay, even if she would have choice words to say about the matter. In the pitch of a firefight was not the time to argue, after all, and if there was heresy spreading outside of the Dark Mechanicus presence, things were not boding well indeed.

[Assistant]
"I hate this!"

Adrianne said where she sat in the tight confines of the chimera as hell itself fell upon them on the outside. She had already unbuckled her seatbelt for what little extra mobility it gave her in the chimera and was cradling her large staff; both her and it being a few sizes too large for the chimera!

Loud banging, mindless screaming, bolter and las fire coupled with the roars of industrial tools turned into weapons sounded from the outside.

And there was nothing that she could do from inside the vehicle!

"Who let a guardsman; and of krieg of all things; drive in the first place!?!"

Brief thoughts of mutiny were replaced by a yelp from Adrianne as the inside of the chimera was suddenly filled with a roaring screech and a shower of sparks as the spinning head of a buzz-saw penetrated one of the walls! Adrianne made a quick gesture with her gloved fingers, pointing at the buzz-saw, before an invisible kinetic force grabbed the spinning tool and pushed it back out with the force of a cannonball; the sound of a heavy thud and scream as the tool was slammed back into its operator on the outside; and likely slamming the heretic a long way away as well!

"We are going to run out of ammunition long before they run out of heresy at this rate... !" Adrianne shouted over the noise inside the chimera as she turned to peer at Vala through the flowing dance of red robes of the Skitarii manning the gunports around them.

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"You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled as they rammed the damned chimera into the chaos baricade!!! What's with those people!? Going on the breach assault with so little people!? The chaos possessed could easily swarm them and one opened gap and it would be over dammit! That's why she hated the warriors of this fucking imperioum... mostly the men. YEah all these mens, guardsmen, space marines and so on... they all were under the brainwashing that to dive in and possibly die was the best possible course of action!!! Sure if you had a full squad of near immortal space marines sure, but htey didn't!!!

 "Fuuuuu...." She roared as a chainsaw her breached the hull. Luckily the psyker dealt with it." For once I agree with you, psyker." Vala rorared as she pulled her." Next time either you or I drive dammit!" Vala added as she pulled her gun just in time to fire into the hole that was opened by some kind of heavy industrial drill. It wouldn't be surprising if the Skitarii were to start being picked off any moment now.

 What's the plan now? She had no idea, plan went out hte window the moment the moron rammed the baricade." Psycker, can you cave the tunnel somewhere in front of us?! We will be dead if the swarm continues anymore than it is right now!" Vala asked, as she fired her gun a few more time through the few holes that were now opened, so she was getting more and more openings to fire from." Boss, I suggest we attempt to cave the tunnel! The numbers are not in our favor!!!" Vala called over the comms, hoping they would be given green light about it.

[Assistant]
" Psycker, can you cave the tunnel somewhere in front of us?! We will be dead if the swarm continues anymore than it is right now!"

"I can't do anything from within this tin-can!" Adrianne called back in the noisy chaos from within the chimera.
" ... I can probably burst a few hearts or so without needing sight, but in order to cave the tunnel I'd need to be outside. The problem with that however is that there is a literal tide of mutants, cyborgs and mutant cyborgs outside waiting to swamp me!"

Although the insides of the chimera would have been a complete and utter horror for anyone with the slightest degree of claustrophobia, given the intense noise, screaming and hammering from the outside all around them; Adrianne could at least appreciate the (temporary) protection from certain doom offered by the chimera's armor.

"If worst comes to worst, I have my powers of teleportation; but I have no guarantee that I'll be able to get everyone out, nor with all their pieces in the right places!"


[System]
Fatima

"Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet. If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic."
― Nikki Rowe

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Character Summary:
Aliases:
None
Age:
316
Birthday:
June 21st
Race/Species:
Hyllian (But pretends to be Dhemlan)
Gender:
Female
Birhtplace:
Eldan
Jewel Color:
Birthright - Sapphire
Offering - Grey
Class/Caste:
Healer Queen
Languages:
Dhemlan, Common, and Hyllian.
Occupation:
Queen

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Appearance
Height:
4'10"
Weight:
120lbs
Body Type:
Curvaceous
Eye Color:
Pale Gold (nearly the silver of white gold)
Hair Color:
Black, wavy
Skin Tone:
Bronzed

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Character psychology
Sexuality:
Heteroflexible
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:

She behaves in an airheaded and foolish way. Rather enjoying tea parties or galas. She appears to be easily manipulated or controlled by her Court and others around her. She smiles often and giggles too much. Good, kind, and benevolent. Her knowledge of the world seems rather closed and her trust in people naive.

But, behind the mask of stupidity hides a happy, bubbly, and vivacious woman. In her heart she is wild. She would much rather be riding horses and running barefoot through grass fields than spend another day doing needlepoint and watching theatre. She loves to feel the wind in her hair and the dirt between her toes. Dancing around a fire, drinking, and carnal delights are her preferred form of celebration. Climbing trees and getting dirty are second nature to her, but this has been stuffed down and tied tightly into a corset. She is a woman who believes in violence and sacrifice if it is for the right cause. Death is just as an important part of the cycle as life. She loves a good joke.

She doesn't have any qualms or misgivings towards any other living being, except perhaps Dorothea and her pets. However, if she is crossed or someone she cares about is hurt she will hunt down the offender and flay them, heal them, and then flay them some more. (By no means is she a squeamish woman.) She cares not what would happen to her own person as long as vengeance is had. She is also willing to sacrifice for the sake of her goals. The loss of one is nothing to the loss of many. That being said, she is compassionate and understanding. Her hatred is hard earned and she will always attempt to put herself in the other's shoes. There are actions those take in order to keep those they love happy and healthy. It is just as important to understand that their actions do come with a consequence.

Habits:
* Sneaking off to do something fun for a change
* Waking early and sleeping late
* Stopping to pet adorable animals

Hobbies:
* Mushroom hunting
* Potion making
* Herb collecting
* Horseback riding
* Soap and Candlemaking
* Dancing (in the rain or around the fire sort, though she can do proper fancy dancing.)
* Falconry

Fears:
* Death of a loved one
* Loneliness
* Loss of her jewels
* Centipedes

Likes:
* Being outdoors
* Thunderstorms or sunny days
* Carnal, earthly pleasures
* Getting dirty
* Howling at the moon
* Bathing in rivers

Dislikes:
* Stiff, thick clothes
* Skirts
* Shoes
* Clothing in general really
* Cabbage
* Sweet foods
* Curmudgeons

Skills
General Skills:
* Herbology
* Horseback riding
* Bandaging and suture (knowing traditional ways of healing are important)
* Creating salves and potions
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* None

Magical Skills:
* Healing

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Histoy
Background:
She was born to the court and to a family that aligned themselves with Dorothea. She was the daughter of a Queen and herself a Queen. She was doted on and spoiled as a babe. As she grew older she showed strong promise in her abilities but was wild by nature. It took many punishments to finally groom the girl into being able to sit still long enough to read a book. Once she discovered the magic of the written word she was insatiable. At her birthright, she received the sapphire jewel. She was in love with it, cherished it, and would often stare into the blue depths. She studied healing both through the jewel and more traditional versions of healing, believing a place should be had for both. She also soaked up information regarding the ruling and caring for her territory. She studied economics, agriculture, and diplomacy. She wished to do right by her people.

Seeing her daughter's power, her Queen mother hid her away - often sending her to nicer areas of the realm. Fatima was never allowed to develop her own court. For the first time, her mother actually feared Dorothea and what she might do to her daughter. But, Fatima being the wild thing she was, would often go off and play with the other children. And as she got older, began to see the hardships her people were put through. And her heart was saddened.

At her offering, it was the Grey jewel that chose her. Her mother felt more desperate to hide her, using members of her own court to keep her safe. She was made to wear her Sapphire for the sake of her safety and to always keep her Grey hidden. No longer was her guard lax enough that she was able to slip away - though she tried. She was truly awakened one day when a small, dirty street urchin was run over by her carriage but no one seemed to care or give a second thought to it. The lack of appreciation for life outraged her. And she disappeared from the realm to go among the people of her territory and to pay back the life of the child that was killed. Though Fatima was small, she worked fields and sewed clothes. She learned to cook during these adventures and lived as the people. She came to truly understand their hardships and the lack of love the reigning class had for this realm and its people.

Fatima was eventually found by her family after about 50 years (at about age 205) and returned to her home. She vowed that she would do all in her power to make things right and change this realm for the better. The time for decadence was over. She had to focus and forget her wild ways if she wanted to help her people. Her mother's death has left her in a position to gain the sort of power she requires as the Queen of her village. Now she must navigate the nuances of the court and attempt to rise in power.

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Additional Information
Other:

Theme Song:

[User]
Blood's Jewels
"Terreille in Trouble"

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"You'd have to ask the barkeep about the ale, I'm afriad." The younger of the brothers started with a gruff voice. Denar raised his brow at Gen as the latter replied. The Warlord Prince hiding a smile in his own tankard. It seemed guests had come for the Lady Ashke. A pet name to those who were in her inner circle. To the rest of the valley she was Healer Faeril. To the rest of Terreille she was Healer Ashkervan. A woman whose feelings were locked behind shields of ice. Giving a slight nod of his head, Denar rustled in wings slightly. Flexing them and letting the two escorts of the Queen see the powerful body beneath. "But I believe out resident Healer might have a few tales to tell. She is a fan of traditional tapestries." It was all true, every word. Faeril even had a collection of tapestries her family had spun across the ages from time to time.

Denar set his mug on the table with a slightly apologetic frown at the woman and her companions. "You'll have to leave your men behind, Lady. We wouldn't want to cause our dear Healer distress with all the work she's been doing." Or cause the men distress at having to deal with Faeril. The witch could be down right testy at times. At best they would go beneath her interest. At worse? She'd have them out back under supervision chopping wood. Darkness only knew how poor Belor was faring with their sharp tongued friend. A week in bed had only honed the edge of her dagger sharp tongue.

Jassen and Beneth both looked outraged at the possibility of Fatima going alone. "Lady, it is too dangerous and I don't trust these Eyriens." The scorn of her Master of the Guard was palatable in his psychic scent. Jassen while less talkitive due to his slightly sweating visage nodded in agreement. While he had been traveling the man had been without drink and it was taking it's toll.

The remains of Karlianne's Court numbered four others aside from Lucivar. Each looking battle weary and sporting wounds of some such or other. Their eyes were hollow with hopelessness. Kayner was hardly the worse off, but even he was looking with despair at the smoke that was staining the sky over Greyhaven. "Roland and Kelvand both fell at the gates. Taken out by a green Warlord Prince. Hyallian I think." That was Strum, or so he had called himself. Doubtless it was his real name, but the Warlord Prince was most likely protecting family he didn't want known to the rest of them. The man looked dazed as a gash bleed beneath a towel he pressed to his head.

"Davios was holding the gate last I saw." The words were gasped out, as Trystan held his side. Most likely suffering cracked ribs. His jewel looking lifeless on his chest. "Didn't stick around. How did they get to Karlianne? How did they get in Greyhaven?!" the man looked fierce despite his wounds.

It was Kayner who answered with a glum expression. "We were betrayed." He didn't name names, but would that hurt or help matters? Or did any of them about the table care? Their Queen was dead and their lives were at stake as Grayhaven burned. "What of Wylnard?" Wylnard was a Prince who was a tactical genius. It had been he more than anyone else who had kept the Queen's Court with fresh members when a old one was killed. Many times he had been offered the position of Master of the Guard, Steward and First Escort only to refuse each time. Claiming it would paint a target on him.

The fourth and last man, Nigel shook his head. "Arrows got him. He managed to give the guard time to rally. But they had stronger jewels and more of them." The man's head sank into his hands. "Darkness bless that he did not feel Karlianne's death. Wylnard was the best of us."

[Assistant]
Artemis Fleur
Dena Nehele

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At the boy's words, Vaclav sat up a bit. "Artemis…" He tried getting his friend's attention. If Beneth's murmurings were true, they needed to get out of here quickly especially with a dead body in their house. He could smell some of the smoke filtering in too. Hobbling up to a window, Vaclav peered out into the distance. The fires seemed far away for the time being but he knew how quickly those fires can travel especially if they were magicked.

Artemis let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Liran did not have any major wounds. She wiped her hands dry and thrusted the cup of tea into the boy's hands. "Drink some. You'll feel better dear." Artemis glanced at Beneth, worried for his state of mind. She wanted to focus on him to help him come down from his state of shock but knew she had to help Vaclav first. "Get away from that window before you get skewered again," she told her friend as she walked over to him. Artemis quickly got to work, peeling off the dressings she put on the wound earlier. She knew that she couldn't heal the wound as thorough as she wanted to for she too could smell the smoke in the air.

"There. That's all I can do for now." Artemis met Vaclav eyes. After all their years spent together, the two friends could have a conversation without needing to speak. It saddened Artemis that she was going to have to move again, but, in her heart, she knew that everything had to end eventually. Vaclav squeezed her hand, understanding her thoughts. He didn't want to leave either when they were starting to get comfortable.

"We'll make do." He stood up to go to upstairs and grabbed a few things.

"We always do…" Artemis turned back to the bothers. She slowly came up to Beneth and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to soothe him. "What are your names, dears?"


[System]
AKA: Talley, June

Age: 32

Race: Furtim

Appearance:
Tahillie may stand a few inches taller than the rest of his brethren species, making him stand at Six feet and three inches tall and weighing at 179 LBS. With dark smooth scales covering his entire being, Tahillie can be seen wearing light clothing. The colouring of the clothing consists of cotten Slate blue vest, Burnt grey slacks, Eggshell white shirt that can be seen underneath the vest, and midnight blue shoes. With wide, but feline like yellow eyes, are hidden behind a metallic silver visor.

Faction: Marauder, Ex-Committee Soldier, Hacker,

Role in Team?: Scout/Intelligence

Bio:
When Tahillie was rather young, no older than two years of age, his mother had taken him away from their home world, not wanting him to be a hired hand. Tahillie did not know why at the time, but shrugged it off as any other thing that his mother would do. That was til their little ship was raided. His mother, to Tahillie at the time, thought that she was going to play hide and seek with him, after that she told him to hide and that she'll come looking for him. She never found him, nor he never saw her alive.

Shortly after the loud commotions stopped, and being as brave as he can, Tahillie mustered all of his strength to wonder out of the cubby hole in the cockpit of their little transporter. To his surprise, he found his mother laying in a pool of dark liquid, though he thought that she was simply sleeping. He kept telling her to wake up, that she won the game, but she never responded. He was caught shortly after he was found poking at his mother. The Pirates that had boarded their little transporter, had an idea forming in the back of his head; sell the little Furtim off in the black market.

After being sold off in an action, Tahillie shortly became a fighter of sorts, fighting for his life against other extraterrestrial beings in Underground Fights. He was praised by his first Master, enjoying the praises that he also had gotten from his mother before she was killed. He enjoyed the way that his fists made another's skull crack open, or how the sound of bones breaking made him shiver with delight, he enjoyed all the praises that his Master had given him. That last for thirteen years, till the Committee Soldiers had taken down the Underground Fights that have been happening on the outer most rimmed galaxies. He was taken into the Committee's care.

Shortly after he was taken to the Committee, Tahillie became distant with everyone around him, even with the ones that called him Brother in Arms. He turned hostile towards the Soldiers that had killed the only being that took him in, even if he was bought as an Underground Fighter. He lost his hatred after being in isolation for six months with nothing but a hologram for entertainment. Sure, the soldiers came to bring him food, trying to get the mentality of being a slave out of his system, and left whenever they felt they've failed to do any of the above. This was until one of the soldiers became his friend by constantly coming to see him. Not that he minded the company.

Roughly two and a half years after he came out of Isolation, he had found another interest for hacking into the Committee's data bank, but only stopped when his friend had caught and scolded him for doing the wrong thing. He did enjoy the thrill of hacking into others personal information, along finding out other things during the two and a half years. He was then later trained to hack into other operative data banks, this considered with the Black markets, slave auctions, and other criminal syndicate that we're almost hidden well from the Committee's eyes.

Four years after his training, thus close to the age of twenty five years of age, Tahillie was praised for another Black Market findings in another sector of the Galaxy, giving his higher up (his best friend) the wear abouts of the Black Market. When his Best friend had ventured off to stop this black market, Tahillie had found out that his best friend was murdered by one of the Auctioneers, who was also the same being that had bought him when he was only two years of age. While rage build up in the back of his mind, Tahillie became quickly aware that he was being watched by the other soldiers, the trainees, and by the higher ranks. He was cold towards them, not their fault to be exact, but he was not the most friendliest of being to be around.

Roughly searching for the one that killed his best friend, Tahillie gave up on being a Soldier for the Committee, he needed the freedom to search for the Slave owner, to find and end the poor saps life. He left the Committee while he was Twenty Nine years of age. Four years after his training, and a littler over a decade with the Committee.

When he gave his letter of Leave, he volunteered himself for the expeditions to the Unknown, this was a way for himself to find the one that killed his friend. However, even to this day, Tahillie is still estranged to the crew, seemingly to ignore and cold to most of the crew.

Personality: While being cold himself, Tahillie Junta is a standoffish type of being, with this said, he may seem to ignore one that is speaking to him, unless it is a meeting or someone that he feels comfortable with. Along with a cold demure, he will walk by someone without the proper greeting, unless it is the Captain. He may seem shy and unsettling, however, he will be brutally honest about his own personal feelings. He maybe brash at some points, but will remain calm under all situations, including dealing with beings that may get in his personal space.

Weapon(s): Two plasma knife hilts can be seen sitting on his left hip, a simple energy pistol can be seen sitting on the other hip.

Family/Relationship?: Not particularly close with anyone as of right now.

Other: Tahillie usually hides in his little room that is usually messy with holographic parts, cables, or things that may seem like junk that litter any space available.

[User]
So many things were going on. One of the aliens jettisoned himself out the airlock and. . . Boarded the rats' ship? Impressive, if not a little brash or bold. "Nothing for me to do now, lest the rats board our ship." No one really told her to do anything nor did she really have much to offer other than the occasional "Go team!" or "KILL THEM IN THE NAME OF SCIENCE!" Still, now she just had to do whatever it was that she needed. Some were going off ship after that one alien, Captain included. "Guess I'll just-- Ugh. . ." Her head felt. . . Well, discomforted. It could be one thing. . . "Damnit, I do not like it when people go into my head." It was a small info dump and she was curious about how their species did it, but nonetheless. . . "Ugh, damn. I guess I'll go do it. For the future of science."

With the information, she went off and went to take all of the tracers from hull. She wasn't too sure how a stupid group of rats could do that, but it was what it was. With that done there woul be little else for her to do. Maybe she could repurpose the tracers for her own purpose? That seemed easily possible. "Alright, now for the rest to get back."

[Assistant]
The amount of people screaming about how stupid they were were continuing, and Raymond simply listened to it, and gave a grin to Terry and Rae. Right now Addy and Tango was getting the ship positioned for the safest and shortest way into the enemy ship. The three of them inside the airlock right now were some of the oldest survivors of the Monroe from the beginning. Although they would give Ray an earful on how stupid this might be, they would follow him to hell if he asked them to. Not that any other crew members wouldn't, but it was obvious that some had more confidence in Raymond Chase's stupid ideas.

"'You of little faith, why are you so afraid?'" Raymond recited back to everyone on the ship. "I know the dangers of this space walk, believe me. But the suits will do more than hold, and we won't let the bastards get close enough to bite us. Tango, how much time do we have?" He looked down on his touch screen on his wrist. "A little over six minutes, Captain." The robotic voice replied. Raymond looked up, gave Rae and Terry a nod. "Open up the hatch."

"Roger."

The three of them held on to the railing, their magnetic boots kicking on, and then the giant WHOOSH! happened. There was officially no sound except the sound of their own breathing. "Comm check." Raymond said, making sure their helmets' communication system worked. Looking back at the touch screen he activated the small rocket thrusters on the back on his own suit. "I'll take lead." Raymond said, the sound of just only his voice always left him feeling a bit weird. In the void of space everything was pitch black except for the specs of light, the large lights coming off the Monroe, and the enemy ships. The three started to float quickly towards the enemy ships, them being too small to notice.

"Last known location was in the farthest back, farthest left vessel. We go in, find him, and get the hell back to the Monroe befo--"

Of course they didn't hear anything, but the giant flash of orange and white stopped Raymond from talking. The main ship went up in a giant fire ball, debris crashing into their own ships, even going towards the Monroe. Luckily the Monroe was bigger, so it wouldn't leave too much damage... But they had some troubles of their own. Raymond grabbed on to both Terry and Rae's suits, his jets boosting himself backwards as they just missed a large piece of metal from hitting them.

"What in the hell...?" Raymond muttered, his eyes scanning the area until he saw something that surprised him. A humanoid body was drifting into space. That definitely wasn't a mole rat creature... and, it also wasn't dead! He watched as the figure landed towards the back of his ship, staying on by the sword he just pulled out. Shit.

"Monroe be advised: An unidentified object has latched itself onto the back of the ship. Looks humanoid. Someone needs to check it out before we warp out of here." Raymond broadcasted into the ship once more. The three of them avoided the debris as they made it closer and closer to the ship where Shasoon was... Raymond scanned the debris, the HUD on his helmet showing any form of living object near them. Raymond's helmet gave him an alert, and then he pointed. "There."

The Marauder crew mate was floating next to a large piece of metal, no signs of movement. The poison has been in his body for far too long. They had to help him, and fast. "Doctor, get to work. Terry, you and I are gonna have to move any debris that comes at them, and keep our eyes open for scouting parties. Rae, tell us when he's good to move."

Rae was now in charge at the moment. Anything she needed them to do was for the better of the mission, and Raymond knew very little about medicine. Raymond gently kicked aside a part of the ship that had just recently blown up, then back at the Monroe, praying to get back there on time.


[System]
Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, strong, hobgoblin. Has pitch black eyes, and stone gray skin. Visibly restless when unoccupied.

Personality: Very intuitive/Curious; Likes to learn how things work, has a passion for creating things, CANNOT STAND BEING IDLE. Will toy, tinker, and experiment to learn all he can about any given object. Also very adventurous; likes to explore. Typically compassionate and friendly; despises pointless cruelty.

Past Life History: Was once a very skilled engineer, his innate need for knowledge fueling his endless innovation. Met his untimely demise when the energy output of his new engine design was too much for the materials it was made of during a test; the resulting explosion leveled a 3-block radius.

Skill: Master Engineer: Can design/build/create items/machines/contraptions twice as fast, with less materials, and have them be much more durable than they would normally be.

Other : I'M A MIGHTY GOBLIN
EXP: 0

Inventory: Wolfblade, Needle, thin rope, bark disguise helm

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.
* Pack Leader: With the blood of an alpha on the goblins hands, he has proven he could fight in a pack. Now if a pack of wolves appears without an alpha he can assert his dominance and take over. However, this has a high chance of failing as well, can be upgraded until all wolves fall under the goblins control
* Stoneskin: stone skin is an active ability that can be triggered to increase defense dramatically making ones very skin harder to cut or penetrate. Can be upgraded to steel skin for increased protection
* Unique ability: Gained great strength and higher resistance to melee attacks. If parried correctly the steel arm could break weaker weapons with ease
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Titles:

Blessings: Son of the forge father,

Curses:

[User]
Hobgoblin Luz

@Crusader Lord@Wildman13@Jangel13

Luz followed suit, carefully moving in a crouching position as she followed Gird from the side avoiding moving near the strands of webs as best as she could as she moved. It wasn't long before the two found tracks which Gird found it necessary to sniff around the tracks like a canine. Luz couldn't help but look at him weirdly but decided to write it off for now and follow him as he led them to some noises which suggested that there was some action going on not far from here.

Luz then moved more quickly which still remaining crouching down while Gird moved hands and feet sneaking faster than her. Luz then tried to push herself faster but she ended up tumbling over a few times as she crouched run. It was apparent that Gird's evolution didn't just give him an odd skin tone it made him more animal-like. Which begs the question? What makes her new form special? As the two moved closer Luz could help but notice that they were getting close to three light them for whatever reason shining through trees.

As it turns out two of those light seems to be coming from two different goblins, it was almost like the horned animal from earlier only their lights were somewhat bigger than the rabbit, and the last light she assumes was coming from another hidden individual which she was betting was a spider judging from the clues laid before her. As for why she seeing colorful lights inside living things she didn't exactly know.

Luz then looked through Gird and whispered "Do you think we should help them?". Luz whispered to him before taking the spear off her back and holding it above her shoulder looking like she was planning to throw her spear like a harpoon. She was itching to test her new strength by hurling the spear at the individual, but she was only planning on inferring in the battle if things start going south for the two goblins. But it seems Gird had other plans that had her staring in disbelieve as she rolling her eyes at what he was doing.

[Assistant]
@Wildman13 @Darked13 @demonspade64 @Guy0fV4lor@Kheliop@Crusader Lord@ReusableSword
Hogoblin Zats

Eventually, though as not fast as when he wasn't concentrating on sensing any potential plant energy, Zats arrived at the tree stump nest. As he hoped he found Gina near there, as well as what seemed like an Alpha rabbit. His first instinct was to attack it but he soon realized that it's calmness probably meant it was Gina's pet. He was glad he figured it out when he did cause otherwise he might have ruined his chances.

Still he wasn't sure so he calmly and slowly walked up to her while keeping an eye on the possible threat. "Hey, uhm I thought I might find you here, you wanna talk or something? Either way before I forget I brought this along for you, it works with the Gravekeepers spirit  skill we got." He grabbed one of the skulls he brought along and presented it to her.

EXP:

Inventory:

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

Acquired Skills:

* crush,
* knowledge of the three,
* pole arm combat beginner Through training has learned how to better strike at an enemy weak point and able to keep their enemy at a distance
* creaturologist Through training has learned how to better strike at an enemy weak point and able to keep their enemy at a distance
* Military Strategy Centurian position
* Gravekeepers spirit  All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.

Titles:
Blessings:

Curses:

[User]
Goblin Barth

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Day Five: Early Morning

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Lord@Jangel13@demonspade64@ReusableSword

Barth was pleased by the results of his most recent plan. Even if some would chalk it all up to luck of the draw, everything he had done thus far had lead the spider directly into Nyma's spear. He in fact was among those who believed that luck was on his side on this day and much like the wordless prayer he used moments ago he sent out a silent thanks to whatever deity had answered him. So far they had both managed to avoid any injury at the fangs of the spider and if his luck continued to hold steady they would make it through the rest of this with minimal injury.

Rather than continue to mentally praise himself he turned his focus back to the task at hand. Following Nyma's second successful blow to the creature it had quickly scuttled off back into the mass of trees and webs that surrounded the pair. His first instinct was to follow his gut and come up with another method to garner the critters focus. However this was taken over by Nyma this time as she altered his previous plan. There wasn't much he could do to aid her in this endeavour as she set herself to task and he was at the moment weaponless so he couldn't provide another point for the spider to impale itself upon.

With the thought of his spear on his mind he cast his gaze towards where it had been thrown with the intent to retrieve it. The mass amount of webbing separating it from him threw a wrench into that course of action. Even if he had the strength to rip through them with his bare hands it would take too much time to be of any use. He would simply have to get it after the battle reached a conclusion. Unable to pursue that action he was left back at square one, which for the moment seemed to indicate sitting around and doing nothing.

Just when he was about to satisfy himself with doing nothing he changed his mind as a thought occurred to him. In the event that Nyma's plan only worked as well as the two prior attacks it may be beneficial to be in position to force the spider to remain in the open. Such as being able to jump down on top of it. He found a tree near Nyma's position that not only had branches low enough to scale, but was rather scarce of webbing. He made his way over to it quickly and climbed to a branch that was hanging close to Nyma, but a few feet over her head. Getting comfortable as he could he remained completely prepped to leap down on it if it survived Nyma's spear.

EXP:

Inventory:
-Wooden walking stick/staff
-Rudimentary Spear

Acquired Skills:
-Knowledge Of The 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them.

***God of light Ramos he is the god of light and he gives us the very sun we see during the day he is purity itself and as such is mostly worshiped by most creatures in one form or another.

***Duvelna she is the goddess of death and night. She is death itself and must be respected if not feared.

***Shirila the goddess of the earth as she is the embodiment of the earth and life itself, she is also known as the eternal mother.

-Fairy Knowledge: Now knows of the fairies (and nymphs) that inhabit the forest around him

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

[Assistant]
Hobgoblin Ren  Hunting >>> Prepwork >>> Hunting /// Early Mourning >>> Late Mourning // Day 5

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His quarry was nearby, now all he needed to do was prepare. From what he had been told, these creatures hunted in packs, which Ren knew he couldn't take; he had to thin their numbers.

Quietly, the Hobgoblin gathered and sharpened reasonably sturdy sticks, before planting them in the ground at around 45 degree angles in multiple spots. Once he place around 20 of these, he used bushes to conceal each planted spear; hopefully, if the wolves tried to chase him, they would impale themselves on these traps.

Next, Ren took half of a nearby hollow log, and began to dig several pits, spaced out around his trapping area. Each pit roughly 4 feet deep, the ingenious trapper then collected more sturdy sticks, sharpened them, and outfitted each pit with around a dozen spikes before concealing his pitfalls. The leftover dirt was then pushed to the exact center of Ren's staging area, being packed down, and pushed into the shape of a platform.

Finally, his preparations were complete, all that was left was to find these creatures; and so, after taking careful note of where his traps were placed, he continued searching for the wolves.

EXP:

Inventory: Pristine Sword,

Acquired Skills:* Defensive strike: this goblin has learned that the best offence is a good defence. This goblin is able to take a defensive posture and still make a powerful strike either in the hopes of killing said opponent or to run away easier
* Military Strategy- Centurian position: The goblins have unknowingly used a formation of perfect defense and defensive strikes. This position when used in a funnel or with a group can wreak devastation to the enemy forces
* Gravekeepers spirit: All goblins are able to feel the strength of those that have long since passed. When near a dead body or a skeleton the goblins are able to draw strength without the requirement of being necromancers. Even carrying a skull as an adornment allows the goblins to be stronger, faster, lighter as they draw strength. However, drawing all the strength of a certain dead body or their parts will cause it to disintegrate into dust.
* Knowledge of the 3: Knowing the names of the god and goddesses of the world they live in they can now properly worship them. Ramos god of light and the sun, Duvelna goddess of death and the night, Shirila the goddess of the earth and nature.

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

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

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

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

Traits and spells:

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Solomon Sparrow
Location: Hdur, Kindeance

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 Solomon knew that the time frame to regroup with Jazdia had changed. That wasn't so much an issue. What caught Solomon was the condition in which they'd appear. Shortly after deescalating the scuffle between Matilda and the hunters, Cedar had led them back to the farm where it looked like they had started prepping the stew. It was a little of an awkward encounter, but the farmers were receptive. They were still so when Jazdia and her group also appeared. How they knew to come out east of the village center wasn't important, it was again their condition. Cedar was as ready to take care of them as much as Matilda was ready to ask questions.

 Solomon insisted the party move to somewhere cleaner as much as those in Jazdia's charge wanted someplace more private for the conversation that needed to take place. So with another farewell to the farmers, the party departed Gerhard Adebert's farm. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on who was asked, the stew would not have been ready for hours still, should it still be desired. The party walked the bendy path among the farm lands back towards the town center. Solomon could see some of the wounds the party had endured. Yvonne favored one side relying on Chounan for support. Jazdia's arm was bandaged, and a guard carried a very sickly looking girl. Furthermore, he noticed that Henri was missing, and instead replaced by three others. There was the aforementioned guard and girl, and another more affluently dressed man who walked by Jazdia's side.

 Silently occupying the dining area of the inn, the party started to converse. Many questions were had, and there was enough injured to keep both him and Cedar occupied. Solomon worked with what he had, applying salves to help sooth sore muscles. The trek from Rascade on foot probably didn't help their comforts. As Solomon examined, Cedar used his healing magic, which great accelerated the party's recovery. In tandem, the two were able to quickly and surely return Jazdia's team to a stable and comfortable condition.

 "This girl is in not fighting condition. She breaths, but she is stunted. Her color and tone. I would say that she was locked from the sun or even activity for an extended period of time. I'm surprised she was able wound you as such, Yvonne." said Solomon as he unrolled a cloth he pulled out from under his garb. Among the various tools and first aid supplies was a small vial of alcohol. He cleaned the wound and worked meticulously to remove the splinters that remained. While he worked, he kept a close ear to the conversation. The comment about another bear man was interesting, but surprising that was not the cause of her injury. That would make more sense for Yvonne over the atrophied girl. Solomon kept further comments to himself. He didn't have to see it to know that Yvonne was not amused by either comment. Instead, he changed the conversation back towards their recovery and learning of the incident.

 "I have some salves that should help with the pain. Apply as needed." said Solomon. If healing magic coulndt nullify pain, then hopefully the salves Solomon carried could. "Once I remove the last of these splinters, you can probably cast some healing magic to fully close the wounds, Cedar. An archer's hands are her most important tools." Solomon had finished removing the last splinter, covering the wound with another clean bandage to keep it from infection. He didn't push the idea of Cedar's magic, though he felt it would be beneficial, but given Jazdia's disposition on it, he respected her wishes.

 Solomon turned in his chair towards the others. The unnamed girl was quiet, almost sleeping even, unmoving. She was in the worst condition of them all. As for the other new comers, they seemed mostly fine, if otherwise battered. And then there was the samurai, who had some bruising, but was stabbed in the arm. Low priority, time would be of best benefit save for the samurai who appeared more distant.

 "What say you, Chounan? Does your arm need treatment? I can see you were involved in whatever conflict was brought to the others, what would you require. As I've said. I have a salve here for pain, and other such medications to help ease your recovery. As for news to help sooth the mind, we have a lead towards the location of the kidnappers. Those three hunters the next table over was going to lead us there. With us reunited, it should only be a short time for recovery before we are ready to depart." Solomon also gazed towards Kaito, unnamed to Solomon, and also to the guard. Though they seemed less injured, they appeared to have been in combat recently.

[Assistant]
"Really naow? Ya dun say?...." he drawled with a cross between bewilderment and amusement. "Well-- At leas' yas all still alive. ... 'an still gots all ya arms 'n legs."

He moved to the ribs on that same side of her chest, just below her breast, and placed the other hand on her back.

"Breathe in-- slow an' gen'le-- All da way in naow... hol' it a minute... Aright, now let i' out..."

He moved his hands to the opposite placement, to work the other side of the chest.

"An' what 'bout 'at 'Enry fellar? 'E e'r make it up ta ya?"

[User]
"Silver linings and all, eh?" Chortled the mercenary with amusement. "What does not kill me is going to die. Hah!"

Treatment continue. Breath in to the maximum, hold it, and... that's one side done, huh. Very efficient. Old boss would pay through his nose to have Cedar in the company, instead of the couple of borderline quacks that sometimes couldn't even distinguish a break from dislocation. Breath out, breath in, hold. And it's done. A big meal and a night rest and Yvonne would be back in tip top shape.

"He did. He got... I dunno, actually. Any other man would've died a dozen times over, he fell into the sewer's aqueduct and we couldn't find him. But he ain't no man. More like a golem, I guess? Probably will show up again in a while. Shame he couldn't make it here, he's tough as iron."

[Assistant]
"Well.. I's can think a be'r ways ta go ifn' he din't make it... Sound' like 'e made a good call ta run off 'n join ya. Were awful sudden like. --Leas' he left a note."

He took his hands away from Yvonne, then stretched.

"Got any o'der takers? Od'erwise, I'mma gunna take at 'ole damn platter an run off wit it." he chortled, pointing at the charcuterie tray the inn keeper had left.

[User]
They barged into the place like the place was their own. It was a tavern, with a long common room, homey and generic. Jazdia's eyes immediately glanced at the fireplace at the end of the room.

Nobody home it seemed. It was still considered morning anyway and the usual patrons were still plowing their farmland or hammering their irons. As Jazdia walked, a fragrant smell of freshly baked bread permeated the air.

Quickly sitting near the fireplace, Solomon approached her to offer his medical service. Jazdia duly obliged and let him remove her bloodied bandage and fix her right hand.

"I have some salves that should help with the pain. Apply as needed. Once I remove the last of these splinters, you can probably cast some healing magic to fully close the wounds, Cedar. An archer's hands are her most important tools."

"No need to do that, stay away!!" Jazdia exclaimed, she yanked her hand away and shivered.

The situation became so awkward, it took a while for Jazdia to regain her composure. "I will settle with conventional healing only, please don't trouble yourself. I will take the salve, I assume it has mo magic properties in it?"

"It doesn't," replied Solomon solemnly.

" Thank you. I... I need to talk to the barkeeper to settle our check-ins. Please stay here and wait for matilda if you don't mind. I will be back shortly."

Jazdia walked to the counter and politely called for the barkeeper, and the one who answer was the perky brunette girl with freckles across her face.

"Coming!"

The girl stared at the looney crew with mouth agape, and when the bear dragged the bench, she seemed about to jump over the counter.

"Young miss?" the elf halted her. "I am deeply sorry for the sudden inconvenience, but we are willing to book your establishment for the next twenty-four hours." Jazdia plucked four gold coins from her purse and placed them on the counter. With a weary smile, she continued. "I hope the amount is right. I will use the space near the fireplace. Don't hesitate to reach me if my... friends broke something, I will compensate you fairly. Also, when the owner is available, would you kindly tell him that Slyph is looking for him?"

[Assistant]
[GM Post]

For one particular Nina, the day was looking to be another dreary one. Everyone in the village had their own lodging, while travelers were scarce. Thus it was to her great surprise when what looked like an entire mercenary company came in, immediately making themselves comfortable in the dining-slash-common area. Though on a closer look, they were even more colorful than average. Not like she had seen many, but there's plenty that passed by for one reason or another over the years.

"Of course, ma'am!" The girl quickly agreed, collecting the lump payment in advance. "It's two silver per person per day, this covers the room and three standard meals. You have some excess here but if your group need some extra services we'll deduce from it and you can collect the change when you check out." Polite, clear, and professionally done. It may just be a humble inn in an out of the way little village, but Nina was taught well. "Fa- the owner is out of town, have been for some time but I'll relay your message. For now, would you like some food or drink?"


[System]
Hero Name- (The) Hunter
Nicname(s)- Ya
GENDER
Female
AGE
16 - Birthdate 6, June
APPEARANCE

Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140
Fashion Sense:Neutral clothes, long sleeves, flowy open over-shirts with loose shirts underneath, baggy pants, thick belts or hip-scarves, various masks, and bones.
Distinguishing Features: Aside from the mane of green hair, the black sclera and yellow eyes come to mind.
Voice Quality: Lilting, mildly smokey,
PERSONALITY
Ya is critical, antisocial, mildly misanthropic, and doesn't seem to give a damn about anything. A sarcastic street brawler, this kid only seems to take only self-found answers. Yaseishi also possesses a silvered tongue, and is rather deft at intimidation, especially when their Quirk is in full effect.
HISTORY
Yaseishi's birth was a surprise, not that that's saying much, seeing as she has a Quirk. It was pretty obvious at birth, as her sclera were black, and she had a long thin tail. Her parents tried to keep this quiet, but things were difficult. Her teeth grew in sharp, like an animal's, and she small grew horns before she grew hair. They weren't exactly well moneyed individuals, and couldn't afford to move from the small suburb they lived for a sense of anonymity, nor were they able to alter their house to make it more private.
And, as things often do, it went from bad to worse.
QUIRK
Wild Spirit This Transformation Quirk allows for wild manifestations of a base mutation!
OTHERS
Likes: Quiet, medium sized spaces, winter
Dislikes: Her full name, people, needless platitudes, socialites
Theme:Vicious
Hex:3f704d
Relations-

[User]
It was safe to say that Hanazawa Lacara was not herself today. Normally she would be a highly excitable individual, but today she was visibly tired; so much so that even getting up off her bed for the day may have very well taken up all the strength she had to give. Her movement was all over the place, involuntarily zigzagging from one side of the footpath to the other, and she had a hand right up to her forehead this whole time, the sun burning its way into her eyes and affecting her vision of what was ahead of her.

This was the first time Lacara had been out of the house since living in Detroit, and the first time she'd seen the outside world of Japan. She wasn't particularly enthused about having to go out; in fact, she was so absolute in her refusal to leave that she pleaded he mother Yatsumi to let her sleep in. But Lacara was immediately reminded that she still had so much to learn, and that Yatsumi was never going to be able to teach her all of it. That was what got her to enroll Lacara into UA in the first place; so that she could learn things in peace, without any of the discrimination that Yatsumi or her father Fedarius would've had to endure for being in a quirkless society.

Well, that was the idea at least, but the illusion shattered the second Lacara stumbled her way up to the front gate. She knew those boos and jeers all to well. It was the sound of a protest that was starting to transform into a riot... if only because of course that was what would inevitably happen. All sorts of memories flooded Lacara's mind. The beatings. The kicks that were inflicted upon her and Yatsumi back then. All the times the both of them were smacked by signs that their attackers wielded.

And the labels. Those accursed, abominable labels!

...

A violent discharge of lava from her back had brought Lacara back to her senses. It also burned a hole in the shirt that made up the top half of her uniform but, as it could be quite handily and affordably replaced, it didn't matter so much. What mattered was that Lacara was pissed. She scanned the crowd ahead of her, eyes immolated with a wild, unadulterated rage.

Three people looked to be wielding megaphones in order to make their voices heard, from what Lacara could see. One was a man in the center of the protesting mob, but there were way too many people that Lacara would have to fight through to get to him, regardless of the angle she could try to attack from. To say such an endeavor would be physically taxing would be a severe understatement, so that would be a hard pass. A woman with a megaphone could be spotted through the cracks of the back of the crowd, but the men that surrounded her looked to be too strong. No dice on her, either. However, Lacara spotted a particularly bold woman right near the front of the crowd. True, she'd have to go right round just to get access to her, but those in front might very well have had most of their energy sapped from combating the riot police and security, and the woman herself was probably someone Lacara could easily overpower if she had to. Perfect.

Her move determined, Lacara took a confident and much more stable stride, through to the same side entrance that everyone else took to get to UA. She stopped to say hi to neither the students that had got there before her nor the members of the staff that were there to greet them. All she cared about was getting back into the front gate, using whatever mixture of bravery and insanity was there to guide her.

It was safe to say that Lacara had enough of this farce...

[Assistant]
"Maybe we should have looked into this program before we agreed to send her there."

"It's a little late for that now, isn't it?"

Nyoko hadn't been awake long, and they were arguing. Again. Her mother was having second thoughts about the sending her away. That was really no surprise. It didn't change the fact that Nyoko didn't want to listen to it. Instinctively, she reached for her phone and pushed earphones into place. The music would drown out their dispute. At least she wouldn't have to put up with the constant fighting for much longer.

Most of Nyoko's belongings were already sent to her new school. As such, her room was quite barren. It looked more like a hotel room with a lack of clear identity or ownership. Other than her uniform, which she was already wearing except for the blazer, the only thing she had was her phone. Having everything sent away made leaving feel more real, but it wasn't as bittersweet as she anticipated. She was looking forward to not having to come back. As much as she wanted to go to UA, the dorms only made her want to leave even more. The guilt she felt regarding her eagerness to leave was minimal. The bitterness she felt was nearly nonexistent.

As Nyoko prepared to leave her room, her parents were waiting outside the door. She felt every muscle in her body tense, worried that they were going to intervene with her leaving. They had said their goodbyes the previous night. The argument that took place when she woke up was expected. Their sudden presence wasn't. Anxiety overwhelmed her as she worried about what they could possibly want.

Nyoko tugged one of her earbuds loose.
"Is something wrong?"

"It's about your new school," her father began. "Your mother has concerns."

"It's the first day. My things are gone, and I already have the uniform," Nyoko rambled quickly as she tried to make her case before they gave her no opportunity to do so. "If you were going to say I couldn't go, then you shouldn't have waited until the first day of school."

"That's not it," her mother stated. There was no reassurance in her voice. Nyoko's parents weren't like that.

"I have to go. I'm going to be late." Nyoko began to move, attempting to force her way around her parents. "Just text me."

Her father derailed her by sticking his arm out to block her path. "Your mother is talking to you. You better listen to what she has to say."

"I don't know about what you told me about this program at your new school," her mother began. "I want more details, so I want you to update me about what they're doing. If it's not up to my standards, I'm going to pull you out."

She couldn't be serious. Nyoko knew she wouldn't be permitted to leave the house without agreeing.

"Yeah, sure," she relented. "I'll update you."

"Then you can leave as soon as you put your blazer on. If you're going to show up on the first day of school in an incomplete uniform, then I may just change my mind."

Nyoko scowled as she grabbed her blazer and shoved her arms into the sleeves. Blazers felt heavy and weren't to her liking, but at least her parents had let her out of the house.

The closer Nyoko got to the school, the more her excitement began to grow. Even though she hadn't used her Quirk since waking up, the surge of adrenaline almost made her feel like she had excess energy. It wasn't long before she showed her ID to the teachers standing watch at the side entrance and shuffled her way past classmates to stand in the waiting area. Hopefully they wouldn't be idle for long. Patience wasn't one of her better attributes.


[System]
Character Sheet

Delia Lin

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Age
13
School Year
2nd (Middle School)
Height
160cm
Weight
50
Magic Color
Gold

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Appearance

Personality
No one would ever mistake Delia for being shy. She is loud, boisterous and has no concept of personal space. She loves games of all kinds, even willing to play pretend with the kids younger than her. Even though she soon outgrew the simplistic morals she got a lot of her ideals from Kamen Rider that she still keeps up with, enjoying the interesting insights she finds watching them.

Background
Delia had an average upbringing. Sure not everyone's grandpa was a Bruce Lee fanatic that lives with you, but besides that nothing out of the ordinary. Delia had friends, however they didn't survive the transition into middle school. Through her first year Delia tried her hand at almost all sport and art clubs at different times throughout the year. Soccer? She tried it, before she found the tennis club, which gave way to the archery club and so on so forth until she at some point was a member of every club.

This has given her a reputation as someone who lacks commitment, but that isn't really true. She is committed in her own way. Her goal is to better herself and as a testament to that the longest period of time she spent in a club was a tea ceremony one, wanting to train her self-control and patience. Delia still quit, but only because she felt that punishing herself in such a way was no longer helpful.

When it comes to academics she is average since she never tries to find the time to study, instead relying on her long term memory to have taken in all the information. This leaves some major holes in her knowledge where she isn't completely wrong, but only half right.

Powers
Card: X - Wheel of Fortune
Delia's affinity with The Wheel of Fortune manifests itself in a way similar to a casino. The lights, the colour, the sound and most of all, the money. Nothing encapsulates the fickleness and the cycling nature of Fortune better than these decadent halls. Wheel of Fortune is what creates and powers Delia's weapon, the Slot Machine Gun.

Skills
Delia doesn't maintain interest to be exemplary at any one skill, this has made her into a Jack of All Trades. The only thing she has stuck with is the martial arts taught by her grandpa which eventually evolved into her trying to learn Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do with mixed results, her kicks became amazing, but she could never punch all that well.

Weapons
 A seemingly cobbled together machine that can alter the power and amount of coins launched by the slot machine wheels on the side, the 777 Jackpot being the most powerful.

Equipment
An astounding about of arcade tokens instead of coins occupy her wallet, other than that she has a phone and a key to her house.

Other
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[User]
Miso City Outskirts - Kaname All Girls Academy

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Chapter 00 - House of Cards

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The ringing bell and reddening sky announced the end of yet another school day at Kaname Academy. The students who didn't have any other club or council activities to do, where mostly free until the dinner time and subsequent curfew and the ones that had something else to do, would probably be shackled for a couple extra hours at the most.

However, a certain group of girls had a whole different set of after-school activities to perform, even if they still weren't aware of that...

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Chinatsu Akane

"I knew that extra class wouldn't be easy, but the actual level is just insane. Is it because I'm a bishoujo heroine that I must struggle against such hardships?" A somewhat small glasses wearing girl, who usually was acknowledged as one of the Kaname Academy's poster-children when it comes to academic achievements, said to herself as she walked through the red-stained corridors of one of the school's trio of main buildings. Before long, she stopped dead in her tracks as a flabbergasted look found its way to her face.

"Wait a moment," the girl said, cocking her head pensively, "There's no prince on this story, so it means that I... unlocked the yuri route already? Ah~ if only they had a mismatched eyed imouto around here. That would literally make my day." The girl continued to talk to herself just as she finally arrived at her destination, a rather nondescript place that was otherwise known as the Student Council Room. Truth be said, the girl was as much a member of the faction dedicated to uphold morals and zeal for the students well-being as she was of any other clubs. Nevertheless, she made a habit of coming to this place pretty much everyday during both lunch and after school, if for no other reason, just to have some of the high-grade tea and snacks that they had.

Actually, there was also the fact that at least one member of council shared a very peculiar secret with the girl. And this member was no one other than the President herself, the very same person that was already there, standing in the desolate room.

"Yo, Kuro-shin! Is everything going well?" The girl greeted the Student Council President just as she trespassed into the room without any reservation and darted straight to the refreshments table. "Am I too early? Usually this place has more people around this time." She wondered out loud, before saying a small 'itadakimasu' under her breath and proceeding to down a couple cookies before she poured some tea for herself. "Actually, that's good, 'cause I'm not here just to have some snacks today. I came to ask if you are feeling it too? That sense of inquietude, as if the very atmosphere is shaking with power? I can bet all my lunch money that something is about to happen. Something that will change our lives forever and I'm not talking about the mid terms. Actually, Owari-san must have felt it too and I bet that she'll drop by anytime." The girl said pretty much all of that in one go, before gulping down a cup of tea and immediately going for a refill.

"So, while we wait for her, what do you say of telling me what kind of tea is this? 'cause it certainly doesn't taste like something that you can buy with the budget that your club has." After saying all that she had to, the girl fell silent, waiting for Reika's reply, while partaking of even more of the Council's five-star treats.

[Assistant]
Kabeyama Chikage

"Are you ready? Please make sure to steer this away from any walls!"

It was sometime during the afternoon and Chikage was on her way back home. She took her usual route: A fairly empty street that went down a steep hill, crossing a railroad track, going over a bridge, and then it was a five minute bike to an apartment complex. Her home. Not her family's home, but the one she lived in with a couple of other girls. They were also daughters of those who worked for Chikage's family. Her home was a bit too far away to walk, and she didn't know how to drive, and so she was sent to live with the other girls. They were nice enough, though they don't really interact with one another.

Chikage would have already been home if she didn't come across an old man and his truck. He came back from a fishing trip it seems, but his truck also broke down. It was a shame, too, because there was a car shop just up the hill. Not one to leave her elders in distress Chikage offered her assistance. Of course the old man didn't think she could help, but she wasn't exactly a soft and pretty flower. The old man put his truck into neutral while Chikage used her strength to push the truck up the hill. For any other girl this would be a foolish, if not suicidal thing to do. But for Chikage it was a good workout. "Doriyaaaaaaaaah!"

Panting for breath the old man started looking through his wallet as his truck was being taken inside the garage. Chikage reached out and clasped her hand around the old man's. "It's okay, Jiisan. I had to help." The old man wouldn't relent however, demanding he pay back Chikage somehow. So he gave her some saury. Three fishes wrapped in newspaper inside a paper bag. Chikage wasn't really certain if she could accept this either, but the old man wouldn't let her go unless she took it. Giving him a wry smile she thanked him for the gift, got back on her bike, and headed back home.

"I'm home." Slamming the door shut it didn't look like anyone was home at the moment. No sound of the TV being watched, no water flowing, no footsteps. Chikage went straight to her room and dropped off her school supplies first before heading to the kitchen. She needed to figure out how to cook saury. "You usually just grill them, right...?" Taking out her phone Chikage looked up a guide for cooking saury for dinner.

[User]
Yukimura Chiharu

The brown-haired girl didn't speak to anyone. Even her friends didn't receive much today. In truth, Chiharu didn't want to talk to anyone today. Seeing those who went to their clubs after classes had made her feel... well, it wasn't as if anyone would want her in a club, would they? No-one would. So there was no point in trying to sign up for one, even if she felt no small amount of longing to join one of them. She didn't have any skills they'd find useful or interesting... And so Chiharu wanted to go home. Maybe she could read her new volume of Buster Climax. Sumiko had just blown up the Arch-King's walking fortress, things were getting really good... maybe she could try that new recipe, too... It wasn't as if anyone wanted her here, so she should just get home as soon as possible.

Quietly, Chiharu made her way towards the lockers, getting out her shoes. To say the least, there was nothing for her to do here right now. Idly, her mind wandered to other subjects. What if... what if she actually was able to help people? Like the protagonists out of one of her favorite manga. What if she could do something like that? The idea of it at once filled her with excitement and crushing disappointment. It would be amazing, yes... But that kind of thing was impossible. Chiharu quietly changed her shoes and rose to her feet.

She had to get home, and stop thinking about ridiculous things.

[Assistant]
Reiko Kimura
"Reiko!" A student called. She ran towards one specific table where another weary-looking girl sat. "Wanna go out with us tonight?"

The weary girl looked up in surprise. She had just finished packing her things and she looked like she was about to leave.

"Ah! Um, I was going to go to the library to study..." She stammered out, "I'm falling a little behind on my homework so I need to catch up..."

"You could always borrow just copy mine you know," The other student said with a huff. "It's not like sensei woould notice."

"But I'd feel guilty..." She replied "I can't just steal someone else's work..."

The other student looked at her for a second and let out a resigned sigh.

"Alright... I guess we'll have to go without you." She said. She turned and exited the classroom, while Reiko stared down at her desk for a while.

She always had a hard time keeping friends. She could make them, and she would never treat them badly, it's just they'd eventually find out she never went anywhere with them. Of course, that was mostly the fault of... it. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.

She never let the Hanged Man card out of her possession. A little pointless, because it always found its way into her hands anyway. The main reason she never went out with friends was that she was never sure what would happen if she did. There was the potential her black outs wouldn't be so benign if there were other people besides her family around, so she made sure to be cautious. Sometimes she would find herself drawing it out without meaning to and she would black out before she knew what had happened.

"I should get going, I suppose... She said, getting up for her chair.

At least she never really lied to her friends. She really was falling behind a little, and she really had been going to do homework. She would have taken the opportunity to copy her friend's work really, she really would've liked to go out with friends for once. But if she told them her real reason for not going, they definitely wouldn't believe her.

She wished there could be someone that would.