[System]
Birthday
Janruary 12th x874

Guild:
Phoenix Wing

Magic:
Absorption Magic: While possessing a large potential for magic she does not have a consistent way to release it without exposure to other magics. Small amounts of magic energy used around her gets absorbed until she is able to use a variation of it. For instance, being around fire magic will eventually allow her to produce and manipulate fire at a fairly basic level. It is not as strong as the original nor can she reproduce the same spells. Extended exposure increases the strength but that still takes quite some time. The only exception to that rule is use of a Lacrima. However the increase is temporary and usually burns through her magic reserves. It is a quick way to gain access to other magics for the future though. Typically elemental magics are easiest to learn such as fire, water, and earth. Others are more scarce and thus she may never be able to use.

As she unlocks other magics she is able to switch between them, only able to use on at a time. Switching is similar to requiping, her clothes, hair, and eyes changing color to reflect the magic she is meaning to use. This leads us to the more negative aspects of such an ability. Her magic controls her just as much as she controls it. Each magic is accompanied with a different personality. So fire will exhibit a more hot headed demeanor than the more docile water. More chaotic type magics could lead her down a darker path.

Magic Level: B

Equipment:
A chain weapon with small blades on the end that her father taught her to use. Mainly a defensive weapon as it lacks real mass or punch.

History:
Given the overall decreased number of mages Ariel's magical prowess went without being realized until her late teens. There was always something a little off though. The few times a mage would pass through her home of Oak Town she would start acting up even as a little girl. It was always attributed to her young age and later on to being a tenager. Being a free spirit she would often visit the Crystal Lake through the years. Never able to keep the child put her father taught her the use of a weapon for self defense. Thankfully she's never had to use it.

As she grew into a young woman more mages began to come through. While beginning to be exposed to more magics the first one that showed up first was water. Perhaps it was the legend of the mage upstream but the many years by and swimming in the nearby lake finally drew in enough traces of magic to allow her to use water magic. Unable to change back to her usual appearance she hurried back home. She stayed shut in for the better part of a year until she changed again, a nearby guild having a couple fire users. Nearly burning down her home that first time only switching back to water did she manage to save most of her belongings. Clearly not having this under control she left town so she wouldn't harm anyone else.

Along her travels she visited a few guilds but whenever she began to feel unusual she would leave. Eventually she realized the mood swings she would have coincided with the changes of magic. Coming to the conclusion that she couldn't truly figure this out on her own she began to ask around for a good guild to actually join. Phoenix Wing came up a few times and it sounded like a good place to start. It it wasn't for her then she would move on.

Personality:
Ariel's personality varies based on the magic she is currently exhibiting. Normally she is quite wary of people, having been taught not to trust outright. See appearance for more on each personality.

Team Members:
Team Powder Keg

Three Strengths:
1. Versatile given time.
2. Loyal once you can get past her distrust.
3. Can change to a better mood almost on a whim.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Takes time to become more capable.
2. Visibly broadcasts the magic she intends to use.
3. Easily corruptible.

Greatest Love:
N/A

Motivation:
Find a safe place where her magic won't lead her down a bad path.

Appearance:
Color: goldenrod

Color: bold

Color: slateblue
Main personality trait: Melancholy

Color: orange
Main personality trait: Aggressive

Color: khaki
Main personality trait: Cheerful

Color: black
Main personality trait: Apathetic

Color: pink
Main personality trait: Loving

Color: lightblue
Main personality trait: Cold

Color: tan
Main personality trait: Reserved

Color: yellow
Main personality trait: Excitable

Color: crimson
Main personality trait: Subservient

Color: lightgray
Main personality trait: Defensive

Color: saddlebrown
Main personality trait: Stubborn

Color: green
Main personality trait: Motherly

Color: skyblue
Main personality trait: Playful

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Commanding

Color: steelblue
Main personality trait: Fearful

Color: gray
Main personality trait: Brooding

Color: deeppink
Main personality trait: Passionate

Color: bold
Main personality trait: Creative

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Color: orangered
Acquired by absorbing the magic from the ashes of a fallen Phoenix. Transforming through reincarnation Ariel has a full pair of wings that allow her to fly.
Main personality trait: Forgetful

Color: black
Acquired by stealing the power of a god sealed inside a magic artifact. Most of her body turns jet black and her power is fully displayed.
Main personality trait: Arrogant

Additional Details:
Also I will try to make her name color coincide with the current magic she is using. So long as I can find one readable.

[User]
Zenoram/Zero

Zero sighed after listening to her. At least now he got a better idea of Mithera's thoughts even if they were better relayed through this woman. "Nah. I don't need to talk to her." He said calmly as he kicked his feet up onto the table. "So... Um... Why the hell do you think so many people left? I mean even Karn. You'd think one or two would have been fine or something." He said calmly as he shook his head. He still wasn't entirely sure on this whole guild thing. "Geez... Okay so maybe it's been a little more interesting around here. But I kind of miss my old sparring partner." He yawned a bit. He needed to find someone else to talk to and spar. Karn wasn't really gonna cut it. And he wasn't about to use his magic to fight Mithera. But that didn't matter much. Zenoram was what mattered.

"Well, this little talk was helpful. I'm gonna go find Karn. You know... Make sure the weirdo hasn't hurt himself or something." The young dragon slayer said as he stood up. "And listen. I don't know much about you, but you're pretty cool. Maybe you should consider sticking around. It'd probably be good for you and Mithera and maybe Karn... Though... In his case even an ant joining the guild would be amazing..." He chuckled a bit and laughed as he began to walk to the door. He wasn't in any particular hurry. Enough people should have been there to handle anything that might come up. In fact he was banking on running into Karn while the feminine male was on his way back to the guild.

[Assistant]
>>>
Karn
Fiore || Magnolia || Broken Tavern
Interacting: Nolan, Fleo, Zero/Zenoram

Karn blinked a little as Nolan once again started freaking out and sweating a river again. Before the blonde could react, the bigger man fell backward and on top of the feminine male, foam running at the mouth like some dog with rabies.grunting as he was practically crushed underneath the bigger sweaty man, the blonde flailed a little, but that did little to move the fainted wizard. As Fleo laughed and joked with him, Karn gave a playful huff.

"But I was told I look better in these clothes. At least by that odd guy." he laughed before transforming into his Chimera form, looking down as the much bigger form looked at the figure passed out on his belly. His tail flicked and wrapped itself around the man's waist and lifted him up so Karn could roll onto his feet and stand up once again. Nose curling a little at the smell of sweaty man, he stuck out his tongue.

"Awe.. I'm going to need a tongue bath after this." he whined a little before grinning. "Don't worry Dusty! I'll take him back! Make sure everyone's okay." Karn chirped, setting the unconscious man on his back before started heading back toward the Guild. Steps quick and fluid before skidding to a halt as he spotted Zero and Zenoram, in which case the beast cheerfully charged toward him.

"Hiiiii Zero-kun! Zenny!" Karn greeted before skidding to a stop in front of the dragon slayer, happily nudging his muzzle against the man's shoulder in greeting.

"Decided to go look too?" he chirped, tilting his head.

[User]
Magnolia City Streets - Destroyed Tavern
Though she was a little surprised when the child spoke, knowing her name and sounding so strange. Trinity had, in all honestly, thought the child was strangely, really magical, so she wasn't terribly surprised when she put it together that it was Jamie. She decided she might play it up a little, though... how rare is an opportunity like this, after all?

"But Master, you're so cute~" She spins around with her in her arms once, giggling. She turns her head over her shoulder to watch as Karn transforms and carries someone out of the building, and then she catches the fight outside. Between Damian and some lightning user. From the look of things, it seemed the fight was under control, mostly.

"Ah, that's right, I was looking for Karn." She sets Jamie down and pats her head once before she scitters off after the Chimera. She passes Fleo on her way after the large beast, gently touching her shoulder as musician passes behind her. When she gets to her friend, she climbs up on his back, having herself a seat and getting an angle on the fight. As she watches, she conjures a pair of bongo drums and starts to play.

[Assistant]
Sayuri

She rolls her eyes and pokes Penny, "Yes, well, maybe that's why I tried talking to you first. I would probably get along with most of the people in the guild... Though Lazarus might be an exception. Seems a little too full of himself if you ask me. But I want to know the person who ran into a collapsing building to find someone that would have been an enemy the day before. Besides Sasha looked to be busy with the kid. I didn't wanna bother them. I'm sure we have more in common than the same hair color," she laughs, "So we just need to find a common ground we can both enjoy..."

[User]
"Go look? Um... No..." Zero laughed a bit as he put his hand onto Karn's head and scratched. At least like this Karn seemed more like a pet. Strangely, that was Zero's preference. "I came to make sure you didn't end up getting yourself hurt." He paused and rolled his eyes. "Plus... Zenoram wants a hug. So he's gonna take control for a while." He sighed before glancing at the other mages here. Fleo and Trinity. Fleo was with Karn when he arrived and Trinity just came and mounted Karn. Of course, he knew neither of them. But that wasn't gonna stop him from tagging out with Zenoram.

"Ugh... Finallyyyy~" Zenoram said with a big grin. "It's so boring to be stuck in the back of our head. Zero doesn't try to be social. Like ever." He began to tuck in his button down shirt. "I mean how are we gonna make more friends like that?" He giggled. Yes giggled. Now he was unrolling his sleeves. He did so hate the unkempt appearance Zero chose to portray when he was in charge. He had to deal with it though. It was who his other half was. "You agree don't you Karn?" He tightened the tie a bit and then glomped the beast that was Karn's head. "And I he hates hugging! Who hates hugging?!" The current situation didn't seem to interest Zenoram at all. He was focused on talking to Karn.

"I hate hugging."
"Shush you. You had your turn."
"Whatever. I'm gonna nap now.

With that Zero would drift to sleep and Zenoram was continue to hold onto Karn hugging the crap out of his head since he was larger than Zenoram when in Chimera form.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayt --- Edolas Phoenix Wing Mayt looked back at Sasha and nodded, and once he was inside he moved just to the side of the door before shouting. "Phoenix Wingers of both Earthland and Edolas! I'm going to the capital to stop the Golem going to Earthland from completing its mission. Those of you from Edolas are free to come and help, but I am mostly just asking for those from Earthland to come with me. I believe there is a great chance we'll be able to return home, and we'll prevent unnecessary strife and strain in Fiore by doing this, so I'm not giving you a choice in coming along, though I will not make you fight." He crossed his arms, looking among everyone, hoping there wouldn't be uproar.

EarthlandMithera Mithera sighed, tired of all the fighting and yelling. She stood up slowly, stretching, before pacing around the building, moving with the grace only a feline was capable of, and over to Zenoram and Karn. She walked besides them before sitting down, looking at them with tired eyes and a relatively relaxed posture. She cursed herself silently for not giving more of her forms the ability to communicate properly, and gently pushed her nose against Karn's shoulder to get his attention, and flicking her head in the general direction of most of the guild and the commotion being caused, trying to ask what was going on.


[System]
Alias:
Goddess of the Summons

Gender:
Female.

Domains/Portfolios:
Magic (Summoning)

Domains/Portfolio Description:
The Domain of Magic, a Domain which holds many secrets and mysteries. A Domain which can both create and destroy, heal or injure. Astarte uses arcane energy to influence the world and her subjects, but her specialization lies in using such energy to call forth various creatures from her own personal plane of existence; creatures which range from dogs to ghouls and to awe inspiring phoenixes.

Alignment:
Indifferent. Astarte doesn't believe in the existence of good and evil, and just does what makes her happy.

Personality:
Astarte doesn't think much about herself, if at all. In her own words, she's just 'there', experiencing things and enjoying what life as a Goddess can offer her. She enjoys using her hands and her avatars can often be seen both building things and creating shoddy art in their spare time. To Astarte, nothing's more important than seeing her creations grow and mature; she also deems it important that they become a positive influence on the world, eventually.

She often wonders how it would feel to be a mortal and go through the life she's provided for her creations. She gets somewhat lonely whenever she thinks of the topic.

Appearance:
- Preferred form

- Form when speaking to mortals

Musical Theme:
Meant to Be

Description:
Astarte, the Goddess of the Ranges, is a very approachable Goddess. She's friendly and helpful to those who mean well to her and her creations. She's also a romantic, often showering her favorite mortals with things to love and cherish for as long as they live.

[User] Mirtagn summoned what appeared to be hundreds of the skeletal dragons to soar towards enemy forces. He promptly disappeared, another twenty dragons arrived in the sky, altogether, the forces of the skeletal dragons were five hundred of the fierce winged creatures. . . "Try to not harm the civilians. . ." Mirtagn disappeared from the area with a flash of lightning and vanished, to take his own portion of the invading dragons elsewhere. Meanwhile, Sauranath's avatar also promptly vanished. . . Before his real form, as a majestic creature that he is came from the Stars above. . . "I am coming for you". . . He spoke towards the tree. His breath of fire, focused with the entire force the dragon deity possessed, was searing and hot enough to burn frighten anyone sensible.

[Assistant]
Battle Brother Zerabil, Prophet of Vowzra, Blessed of Undasis

Level 23 Hero, 2 Khookies

'Victors! To me!' Zerabil shook himself from his reverie and gave out a thunderous command which reached everyone in Orabson with some Wi, 'my people! Gather yourselves up and come to me, we must leave this place at once!' upon his words, the town burst into life as people left everything they had, gathered up their families and made for Zerabil. He had spurred his horse and was now near the outskirts of the town, the fifty Brothers and Sisters of Vowzra's Victors encircling him. Slowly, people began to trickle into the defensive circle while Zerabil and his Victors kept a look out to ensure no more dragons were coming.

Things were quiet for half an hour as the people gathered themselves. As the last of Orabson's citizens gathered in the circle, the crystal dragon up in the air made a move. Before his very eyes, Zerabil witnessed the arrival of more skeletal dragons than he could count. The crystal dragon growled something to his minions before he disappeared.
'Let us be gone from here,' Zerabil said, and his voice reached all. With the combined effort of Zerabil and his Victors, and with a feat of the discipline and focus Vowzra's Victors prided themselves for, all the people were lifted from the ground and began floating away at speed. Some of the dragons gave chase, but a few Wi attacks deterred them and they turned back towards the now deserted Orabson.

The roots of Orabil were once more mowing down the flying monstrosities, their flames and attacks simply twisting away from the tree and all things within its radius.
'Foolish Beings, Get Thee Away For You Stain The Purity Of This Place,' the great tree's voice rumbled and the roots suddenly withdrew. There was no longer a reason to fight them, they posed no threat to the land or to Orabil and Zerabil had evacuated his people.

Then Sauranath burst out in his divine form and all things beneath him crumbled and were dust. Orabson disappeared and the very life was exterminated from the place. Even the skeletal dragons which had been summoned forth, dead as they were, crumbled into dust. Orabil, however, stood firm amongst the destruction, a bastion of life created by a mighty god and connected to the very Astral Home; the source of all life and the greatest concentration of life force. It was the living, beating heart of Galbar.

'I am coming for you,' Sauranath's terrible reptilian voice sounded and Orabil gazed upon the great dragon. It was a tree and he was a god, there was nothing it could do against him. And so, it closed its eyes and accepted Fate. The fire of the Great Reptile Sauranath enveloped the tree. The fire grew, leaping from branch to branch, bursting leaves and cracking the bark of the great tree. The fires were so potent that they pierced to the very centre of the immense tree and burnt the veins of life energy flowing to it from the Astral Home.

The Tree of Light's radiance was put out by the burning, crackling heat and light of the god's fire. It did not burn slowly, the flames were impatient and it was a simple matter of minutes before the enture tree was naught but a great charred pole, huge and black and ugly. A wooden claw tainting the skies of Arguilla.

Then the darkness returned.


[System]
Age: Unknown. If one was to the ask the Ork directly, the answer would either be 'Lots' or a series of unintelligible grunts.

Gender: One uv' da Boyz.

Appearance: Ya din't see dis, cuz I'z too sneaky.

Canon, AU, or OC?: OC

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 40k.

Personality: As a Kommando, Arragoz displays a level of kunnin' uncharacteristic to most Orks. Rather than simply charge into battle while yelling 'Waaagh!,' he prefers to sneak up on the 'stoopid humies', plant a few explosives here and there, before proceeding to shoot, stab, and explode his way out of whatever situation he got himself stuck into. In the event he is outmatched, or 'has uvva fings to do' according to Arragoz, he will promptly unload as many explosives as physically possible, set them off, and use the chaos to cover his retreat. Truly, a master tactician.

Despite this, he is still an Ork, and will gladly get stuck in wiff da Boyz in a proppa fight. He is also quite fond of nickin' weapons, armour, and shiny fings in general, especially off of humies.

Abilities/Weapons:

Slugga: Arragoz' prized slugga, while poorly made by the standards of most civilizations, is both reliable and incredibly effective in the hands of a proppa Ork Boy. With the Ork's latent Waaagh! field keeping it in working order, and the almost nonsensical volume of fire it can produce more than making up for its poor accuracy, it has served as Arragoz' preferred tool for krumpin' unsuspectin' gitz.

Choppa(s): In the unlikely event that the hailstorm of bullets from his Slugga fails to do the job, Arragoz will be more than happy to fall back on his tried and true choppa. If that still fails to kill something, he will use his second choppa (which also doubles as a knuckleduster), for double the choppin'.

Stikkbombs and other 'Splodey Fings: Arragoz carries a variety of explosives on his person, ranging from simple grenades and mines to shaped charges and melta bombs.

Stikkbomb Types
Stikkbombs - Most common and basic type, these are the Ork equivalents of Imperial frag grenades.

Krak Stikkbombs - Rarer version analogous to Imperial krak grenades and used against enemy vehicles.

Stunbombs - Basically the Orky version of a flashbang.

Stinkbombs - These are made from cultured fungus and other unsavoury substances and release clouds of noxious green vapour. The resulting stench is beyond description, having significant effect on any non-Orkoid with a sense of smell.

Fungus Gas Bomb - Releases a gas cloud of very old, fermented fungus. While harmless to an Ork, it is poisonous to almost all other living creatures.

Firey Stikkbombs - Filled with flammable liquids, these stikkbombs are used to cover a target area in flames.

Smokey Stikkbombs - Functions in a similar manner to a smoke grenade. Good for making 'taktikul retreats.'

Goo-bomb - Contains a sticky greenish-black ooze made from the fermented leftovers of dead squigs. Upon exploding, the surrounding area will be coated in the substance, thoroughly trapping those hit. However, the effect is temporary, for the ooze will eventually dry out, allowing any victims to break free with relative ease.

Buzz-bombs - A rather unusual type of bomb, a small swarm of carnivorous Buzzer Squigs is trapped inside. Detonation will release the swarm, which will almost immediately proceed to devour anyone or anything caught in the general area.

Super Stikkbombs - An 'upgraded' version of the standard Krak Stikkbomb, they are essentially a large number of their smaller cousins wired together in order to make a much larger explosion.

Da otha' stuff
Landmines - Pretty self-explanatory.

Tankbusta Bombs - Heavy magnetic discs the size and shape of manhole covers. They are directional and are used when Stikkbombs simply aren't sufficient to destroy something. They're attached to the vehicles by magnetic clamps and detonated with deadly efficiency.

Melta Bombs - Presumably stolen from an Imperial Armoury, these deadly contraptions explode with intense thermal energy, effectively melting the target with microwave radiation. However, their range is infamously short, requiring them to be directly attached to a target in order to be effective. It is also worth noting that they possess an integral timer which can be set for up to one hour.

As one of the countless greenskins which make up the dreaded Green Tide of the forty-first millennium, Arragoz possesses a number of traits that make him into an excellent fighter. His tough hide and semi-fungal physiology make him immensely difficult to harm, and even when he does suffer an injury, it will likely do little to impede him. An Ork can easily survive being dismembered or even decapitated, and just about anything short of extreme trauma or outright disintegration. In short, he is, as Orks often say, Ded 'Ard.

Paired with this immense degree of durability is an exceptional level of strength, allowing Arragoz to easily overpower normal humans and hold his own against a 'Spess Muhrine.' However, it is worth noting that, like any proppa Ork, Arragoz is in a bizarre state of authority-fuelled growth. So long as he remains the biggest and strongest Ork in the area (not exactly a difficult task, given the circumstances), he will continue to slowly get bigger, greener, and meaner, eventually ascending to Nob status and beyond.

Due to his race being genetically engineered by the Old Ones to serve as soldiers that could be mass-produced on a moment's notice, Arragoz' brain contains a wealth of instinctive knowledge regarding both the waging of war and the crafting, operation, and maintenance of his wargear. Combined with his experience as a Kommando, this makes Arragoz 'da best there is at wut he does.'

Backstory: As an Ork of the Blood Axes clan, Arragoz spent his early life fightin', winnin', and lootan', as most Orks are wont to do. However, as time passed, he began to exhibit a particular fondness for being kunnin' and sneaky, even more so than the average Blood Axe Boy. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Arragoz to find himself working with a unit of Kommandos, where his talents could be put to proper use. The next several years were also spent fightin', winnin', and lootan', but in a sneaky 'n' kunnin' way.

Eventually, a crack team of Kommandos, one of which was Arragoz, and a few Mekboys were chosen by Warboss Mardrug to partake in 'Da Great Titanheist.' As the name implied, they were to sneak onto the forge world of Canto II, which had recently been attacked by a Tyranid splinter fleet, and nick a Warlord-class Titan called the Wrath of Caseopea while nobody was looking. The first few parts of the plan went exceptionally well, with the forge world's inhabitants being none the wiser as they snuck on board the Titan. Well, with the exception of the Titan's crew, but they didn't really count, since the Orks shot them before they could do anything.

Unfortunately, that was the point where things started to go wrong. When the Meks jump-started the fusion reactor, the machine spirit of the Wrath of Caseopea was a tad grumpy. Because they had slaughtered the Titan's crew, the Orks had no way of actually controlling the Titan. A minor oversight on their part, obviously. Arragoz and the other Boyz were carried along for the ride as the confused and enraged Titan went on a rampage across the forge world, prior to overloading its own reactor and violently exploding. Despite this spectacular failure, Arragoz 'died' happy, knowing that he got to see such a massive boom before the end. However, instead of going up to the big green Waaagh! in the sky, where he could spend eternity fightin' and winnin' with Gork and Mork, the Ork found himself transported to an unknown location, surrounded by some weird-looking humies.

Before he had the chance to shake off his confusion and start krumpin' gitz, the group explained that if he were to aid them in their endeavours, he would be greatly rewarded. Arragoz asked if he'd get to 'fight fings,' to which they said yes. It was all the convincing he needed.

Faction: Shadow Eternity.

[User]
Dio sighed and shook his head, glancing at the projectile that was just shot. He would have preferred staying in top condition, but...

"Shame that you're such a great fighter..." he trailed off before glaring at Carver's position. Using 'The World' to launch him closer to Carver, Dio kicked the chargind weapon in Carver's hand, forcing it to simultaneously break and discharge, blowing off Dio's leg as he used the momentum to catch Carver's arm mid-swing with one arm. As the blade dug into his shoulder, Dio punched through the armor near Carver's neck and jabbed his fingers into the man's neck.

"I hope you'll reconsider your position in the future." Dio stated as blood began flowing into his body and regenerating his wounds.

[Assistant]
**John Carver- CMS Terra Nova**

The last thing John expected the seemingly cowardly fighter to do was charge hin and sacrifice half of his limbs. After the leg came off, Carver felt a brief moment of victory. Just after this, however, he realized that it was part of the guy's plan. His blade stuck itself into his shoulder and John found that the man was drinking blood from his neck, next thing he knew. In the time it took for his RIG to slowly drop down to the red, he pulled his blade all the way through to finish cutting the man's arm off, then turned the blade 360 degrees and jam it into his abdomen. It then turned off upon his letting it go, and he collapsed. His back was facing upward, and his RIG showed that his massive blood loss put him on death's doorstep.

He did one last thing before passing out. Connecting with Isaac and Bannon via RIGLink, he sputtered one last phrase. "Isaac... Vampire..." He then passed out, confident either of them could finish the job.

[User]
**Daijuji Kuzaku - Yggdrasil Restaurant District**

Kuzaku sat at the bar, head heavily resting in his hands as he lazily sipped on a milkshake. He felt sick, honestly, and really wanted at that point to finish his frozen dessert and just retire to his quarters. However, he knew that he had obligations to fulfill after downing the rest of his shake. He had to track down someone in Yggdrasil that could help him divine the meaning behind his visions, and quickly. Ignoring them would undoubtedly be a mistake, and putting off investigating them was equally so. Even so, he had not been on Yggdrasil for long, and was unsure of who would be able to help him. Even among those he knew, several were conducting a mission on board the _Tanngrisnir_, or were otherwise indisposed. Kuzaku sulked, blowing bubbles into his milkshake.

However, the sound of commotion behind him caught his attention. Suspicious persons? Whipping around quickly enough to nearly knock over his shake with his braid, Kuzaku dashed out of the ice cream bar and back into the lobby of the restaurant district, spotting the figures that Saber had pointed out. Both she and Nono quickly shifted into more battle-appropriate forms and engaged the apparent enemies. Kuzaku couldn't help but be impressed by the sight of them, particularly Nono, who was a dead ringer for Metatron. He silently wished that he too could have a cool transformation (perhaps, not unlike his father), but he had more important things to worry about.

He attempted to summon Cthugha and Ithaqua, but his spell sputtered out and produced no result. Perhaps he was still disoriented? He hoped that was the issue. Kuzaku moved himself into better cover as he focused more intensely to cast the spell to summon his twin spell cannons. This time it succeeded, bringing great relief to the young knight. With the familiar weight of his guns in his hands, Kuzaku trained Ithaqua on the enemy that Nono was barking orders to, while sweeping the area with Cthugha.

---

**Kiss-Shot**

Just as suddenly as they had begun attacking, the strange creatures ceased. This interested Kiss-Shot slightly, but not terribly much more than they had initially. Staring at one of them, she condensed her ghastly energy into a form within the creature, and then manipulated it to rapidly expand. The end result of this being that the creature exploded quite violently, seemingly for no reason at all. Giving a small, bemused laugh, Kiss-Shot's fangs protruded out over her full, red lips.

"Now, has sating our innate lust for violence brought us any closer to the truth of our situation? I thought not. Perhaps something more productive would be in our best interests, hm?" She spoke aloud in a golden voice, rich with condescension.

[Assistant]
Arragoz Plizgin - Shadow Eternity HQ

Shortly after arriving in the headquarters of 'Shadoo Foreva,' Arragoz had decided to take a quick look around the base, mainly to see if there was any 'shiny fings' worth lootan. Along the way, the Kommando had planted enough explosive charges throughout the complex to turn the surrounding area into a smoking crater if need be. He'd done this for the sake of security, of course. At present, he was sneaking through the base's vents, or about as close to sneaking as he could get, given the circumstances. Due to his bulk, combined with the inherently noisy nature of a ventilation shaft large enough to contain his frame, Arragoz was making enough of a racket to wake the dead. Not that he minded, as that only meant more gitz for him to krump.

Thankfully for the inhabitants of the base who valued their precious ears, the Kommando eventually halted upon reaching a grate. Looking down on the hangar below him, he dimly recognized some of da 'portant gitz that he'd been told about. In particular, there was the cybornetik flying lizard git and the puny humie Dok wif his choppa and pair of snazzy guns. After making a mental note to nick the Dok's flash gear at some point in the future, the Greenskin decided to introduce himself, in proppa Orky fashion.

Raising his arm, Arragoz clenched his fist before bringing it down on the grate in a crushing hammer-blow. The force of the impact caused the metal to buckle and break free of its moorings, resulting in the grate crashing into the floor of the hangar with a distinct clanging noise. Shortly afterwards, the bandana-clad head of Arragoz poked out from the newly created hole, and shouted a greeting of sorts. "Oi! Wot're you gitz up to?" While the words were uttered in a horrifically mangled version of Low Gothic, the Ork's translator barely managed to convert it into somewhat less mangled English, for the convenience of his co-workers.


[System]
Grade Level:
Senior

Appearance:

Graduation major:
Foreign language/theology

Academics/Clubs:
Band/Theater

What would you say your home life is like?:
Eclectic, our family are members in good standing with the local coven. Dad was corpsman in the navy until he met my mom and retired to work in the New Orleans ER. Mom is a certified Hoodani priestess who spent most of her time as a 'Eucharistic minister' in the same Mississippi hospital my dad worked at before hurricane Katrina us move to central city. We share our cul-de-sac with three other houses with other 'spirituals'. The neighbor kids try to make fun of us and consider us the freaks of the suburbia. Fuck-em.

What are your dreams for your future? Your ideal job?:
Love to open up a mystic shop and sell occult stuff along side standard magician supplies.

If you were given one million dollars, what would you do with it?:
Take 900,000 and invest it it into 12 separate 75,000 annual corporate bonds,
live off the 100,000 for the first year as each bond Matures
4% interest of 75,000 is 3000 a month for life aside from anything I do to earn income on my own, 36,000 a year.
Supplement the interest with regular finances until stable enough to not need regular employment.

What would you say is the best thing about yourself?:
Open-mindedness, when you worship multiple gods and believe in faeries and other magical creatures, then what you look like or who you kiss seems like stupid stuff to worry about.

What about the worst thing about yourself?:
Short temper, weekly fights over people messing with my family or friends.

What would you say is a fact about yourself you're most afraid getting out?:
I have a quite reasonable fear of storms and large bodies of water, but people would still make fun of me for not being able to swim or crying when lightning strikes.
My dad trained me in Ninjutsu from when he was stationed in okinawa for 10 years, last thing I need is everyone knowing the half japanese guy who is already a publicly known witch also knows ninja stuff. Naruto jokes for days.

Codename assigned:
Phantom

Power gained:
431625 - Teleportation, phasing through solid objects
After the initial injections, he developed a unique defense system to involuntary central nervous system disruptions. Simply put, he phases to avoid electrical shocks. As such, his costume comes with two small electrical current generators in his hands to give himself a low voltage shock. At initial exposure, he and everything attached to him becomes insubstantial for one second, if the electrical threat is still present after the first second he involuntary teleports up to ten feet from his location and remain insubstantial for another second before reforming. This prevents him from accidentally teleporting into a solid object without extrasensory spatial awareness.

While this may seem to back door grant him immunity to electrical attacks, accidental exposure to electricity also prevents him from interacting with other objects at the same time. Such as, he can not phase through an electrical gate protecting a lever as he can not become solid under threat of electrocution.

Costume design plans:
A masked suit made of many layers of kevlar strips for not only adding his his ghostly appearance but for visual blocks grasps grapples and snags.

Assigned back story:
The spirit of the fallen warrior, Rashid, a speedster. He has come back from the beyond as a spirit of justice, not revenge.

[User]
While waiting in the office Paul could feel the awkwardness just making the room more and more stuffy by the moment. Between Oliver quietly pacing the room, Dani looking at him in a way he wasn't liking, and now his math teacher accusing him of trying to get her fired. Paul felt very uncomfortable and wishing he could just vanish.

It wasn't helping that while he was wishing that, he was still steadily shrinking more and more. His clothes looking more and more baggy on him as he slouched against his chair. He wasn't noticing yet but he knew something felt off at the moment. "Dude, I don't want to talk my dreams, I just want to go home." Paul said matter of fact. He didn't really have an issue with Thomas, the guy seemed alright barring the more 'interesting' parts about him.

[Assistant]
Dani's attention was slowly diverted away from Paul as others piled into the room. The Zombie was the first to distract her and Dani snorted slightly at the accusation that they were all there for the sole purpose of getting her into trouble. "Not everything is about you." she said with a roll of her eyes. She actually felt a little bit bad for the teacher. But only a little. Stuck in a dead end job, convinced that everyone hated you? That was sad. Ms Velmont was practically the polar opposite of Dani. Dani had tons of energy and a drive to go as far as humanly possible while the zombie just seemed lethargic and depressed. But that didn't mean Dani wanted her to get fired.

And then there was Tim, asking if anyone else had a weird dream. Dani tensed at the memory of her own dream. The dream had given her the creeps. The fact that Tim, who was actually in her dream, had also had a weird dream just made her even more creeped. She was uncomfortable with everything that was going on right now. And when Dani got uncomfortable, she got catty...Or more catty than usual.

"Aren't all your dreams weird, Lestat?" she practically hissed. The comment was uncalled for and she knew that but she wasn't going to apologize. "And is no one going to comment on Benjamin Button over here?" she asked the room, throwing a thumb towards Paul next to her while looking incredulously at everyone else.

[User]
"Well," Oliver cleared his throat. "I didn't want to bring it up first." He then laughed. "None of this is normal!" He chuckled hysterically "You already brought up Paul's reverse growing. Carol looks like she's been living entirely on protein shakes for five years, I swear to God I saw Thomas flicker for a second. I keep hearing people's minds and I broke a mirror with my mind! Who knows what the Hell is up with Dani, Eric, and Velmont!" He calmed down for a moment.

 "So how's everyone's day going" He flashed a goofy smile. "Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"

[Assistant]
Derek Quintanilla

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One of the waiters had barely put his drink down on the table before Derek's friend Dani sat right beside him and snatched it up for herself. He had reached over to grab it only to look up and see her drinking it nonchalantly as if it belonged to her. "Well damn don't mind me. It's not like I was going to drink that or anything," he said sarcastically before giggling to himself. After conversing with one another for a few minutes, everyone seemed to scatter from the cafe and onto their respective classes for the day. Nothing too spectacular happened throughout the day with Derek except promoting the pep rally that was after school. He did have a mild headache which he assumed was from not having any coffee in the morning thanks to Dani. The only thing that was remotely weird was during Biology class when Derek went over to one of the lab table to pet the class pet hamster, Rodney. When he reached inside and took out the hamster, he could feel a tingling sensation in his hand when he held Rodney. Derek couldn't exactly explain what it was and thought he just had the jitters.

Before he knew it, school had ended but not before he heard his name over the intercom with other names included to head to the principal's office. He immediately started to panic in his mind and tried to remember if he did anything bad throughout the day. He couldn't remember breaking any rules and he was a good kid. A detention or suspension could ruin his clean record and possibly affect his future. As he began to dramatically freak out, he walked reluctantly to the front office where the others had already sat waiting. He glanced over at Dani who was sitting next to that cute waiter that worked at the cafe. He rushed over and sat next to her quickly, not even taking note the weird things that were happening with the other students.

"Oh my god, am I in trouble? We did we do? What did I do? I have a bad feeling about this," Derek rambled as he looked around nervously. If it wasn't known, he had a knack for wanting to be a goody two shoes.

[User]
Cia looked around at the other students realizing that none of them were there to get her fired. "Really? Huh, speaking of dreams. That was one of the rare dreams I ever got. But man did it feel good to get some sleep." Cia said with a smile as she thought about the fact that she actually got some sleep for once. As she thought of that feeling of bliss though her body started to melt. Soon enough her legs had becoming nothing but a puddle of skin. "Yeah that was great... why is everyone taller?" Cia said looking at the others in the room. She then realized that one of the students, Paul, had become shorter as well. "Your all talking about weird things happening. So I'm not hallucinating then?" Cia said before looking down to see the puddle of skin again.

"Right, I'm sure there is an explanation for this." Cia said looking at the others now trying to be an adult despite being shorter than them currently as half her body was a puddle. "I'm sure that since we are all experiencing this and we were all called here, someone will explain what is going on. Right?" Cia said trying to be optimistic. Sure she wasn't a great teacher, but she atleast knew how to prevent a panic.

[Assistant]
Paul glanced at Dani with an awkward glare of confusion as to what she was talking about, then Oliver chimed in with complete insanity. Paul wasn't sure what was going on, but he wasn't quite buying that it was something weird. Paul wasn't the kind of guy to just buy into crazy stuff, he would like to think he was a normal person, rational, and not just fall for any stupid crap. "Okay seriously you guys? Here's a thought, maybe you guys should stop with the stupid conspiracy theoHOLY SHIT MS. VELMONT?!"

Suddenly Paul's powers kicked into overdrive. The sudden shock of watching Ms. Velmont melt near him caused him to lose all thought, and his powers caused him to practically vanish in his seat. His clothes gently fluttered down onto the chair as Paul suddenly found himself naked and in a weird new world of cloth skies and denim lands. He glanced around frantically, "Uh guys? Melting Velmont? ANYONE?! ...AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Paul screamed in complete fear, though no one could possibly hear it based on the fact that he was so small his voice couldn't be heard from such a distance. Still he tried to cover himself as he glanced around. "Uh... I might go ahead and reconsider what you guys were saying?" He awkwardly said aloud.

[User]
Carol was having a hard time wrapping her head around what was going on. Dani had pointed out Paul and she had to watch for a while to realize that the boy was shrinking. She didn't really know him so only until she saw it did the reference click. Oliver mentioned several other odd things but not having seem them herself she couldn't really say. Obviously she knew of the things that had happened to her. "Okay, I do remember a dream and I think several of...you..." Ms. Velmont seemed to halfway melt before their eyes. However she didn't seem to be in any pain and actually was trying to keep things calm.

Despite the teacher trying to keep things from going crazy Paul seemed to lose it and suddenly disappear. Or more likely he shrank rapidly as his clothes flopped down where he stood. Dumbfounded Carol ran her hands through her hair and groaned slightly. "I'm not checking on him." He was probably naked under the clothes and she wanted nothing to do with that. This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"

[Assistant]
"Lestat? Really? I'm shocked you aren't vapid enough to call me Edward you twihard."
"Aside from becoming freaks of nature overnight?"
"Welcome to the club, we have tee-shirts

It was hard to guess or not assume which we he was speaking with as he tried to set his hand on carol's wheelchair handle. A cheerleader and a soccer jock finally on the receiving end of being outcasts. It was about damn time! Unfortunately, his hand phased through Carol's chair, and carol, and he lost his support as he fell through the counter top of the office and solidified on the other side with a crash into one of the computers, shocking his hand and actually teleporting himself back across the room to the rest of the students in a reflexive crouch over the place of the disappearing Paul's pile of clothes. Did Paul teleport too? And was he somewhere naked?

Looking back over to Carol, the light did go on from what Oliver said that she did look more muscular than before. Mostly in th face and neck lost its softness and the way she framed her shoulders. She was stronger in the upper body over the last two years of using the wheelchair, but now that he had distance and a cue to notice the way she sat in the chair it was more obvious.

Eyes went from Carol to the teacher to see her melting like a candle but speaking in perfectly calm tones. She didn't seem to be in pain, but he still didn't want to risk getting too close so he stayed crouched on the chair with the chains and straps of his pants dangling.

This is crazy. Whoever called us here needs to hurry up and explain some things. Alright, so the dream thing seems to be a common theme. It's kind of hazy for me. I remember being on something like a medical table and getting a dose of something. I just thought it was a nightmare from when I was in the hospital or something. What about your dreams?"

He had to agree; this was getting too freaky, too fast. If someone didn't settle the situation soon it was all going to go to hell in a hand-basket. He nodded in agreement to her explanation of last night.

Same here, lots of people, strapped down and stabbed with god knows what. Then I woke up. Didn't mind the strapped down part.

The last he added with a pointed look to the cheerleader to get her goat.


[System]
Gender: Female

Nationality + Special Forces Origin: Russian, Spetsnaz GRU

Age: 29

Appearance: Standing at 5' 11" Aleksandra is unusually tall for a woman, and she takes great pride in this. Her body is heavily scarred from knife fights, bullet nicks, shrapnel, etc, and lean muscle is evident under almost every bit of exposed skin. Her prematurely white hair is tied tightly in a short ponytail kept under her helmet and mask. Her face is smooth, with slight cheekbones and tawny eyes that burn with a fierce intelligence.

General appearance when equipped, add a gas mask.

Rank: Мла́дший лейтена́нт (Mládshiy Leytenánt - Roughly equivalent to 2nd Lieutenant)

Role: CQB/Extensive training in CBRN warfare/Special Forces Engineering Specialist (including EOD and heavy weapons operation)

Weapon(s):

L1 - Standard Equipment:
 -AK-12, 5.45x39mm, 30 round magazines. Equipped with a Kobra sight, vertical foregrip, collapsing stock, CQB suppressor, high visibility green laser sight, and a flashlight.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

L2 - Fortification:
 -Pecheneg Machine Gun, bullpup, with collimator sight and a short suppressor to dampen the blast of the 7.62x54R.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

L3 - CQB:
 -Saiga 12 SBS, with foregrip, breaching barrel, flashlight, and bayonet.
 -Vityaz-SN - Flashlight, laser, foregrip.
 -AF1 Strike One, semi automatic pistol in 9x19mm Parabellum, eighteen shots per magazine with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -An American Smith & Wesson R8 revolver purchased on her own dime, eight shots of .357 Magnum, rail is equipped with a high visibility green laser sight.
 -A full bandolier of RGO grenades with markings such as, "Ради Копенгаген" (For Copenhagen) scrawled on them in permanent marker.
 -KA-BAR

Background: Now a career soldier, Aleksandra was born to an impoverished family somewhere in Siberia, near Novosibirsk. She doesn't recall much of her childhood, except that it was hard, and to survive she had to be harder. Mean things killed things that were less mean, so she resolved to be the meanest thing out there. Whenever she could she would read to distract herself from the less than pleasant conditions in Siberia - be it from an old book or a news article. It quickly became apparent that she had more to her than muscle, but her ferocious appetite for intellectual stimulation was forced to whet itself on old books.

At the age of eighteen, with no formal education whatsoever and a heavily muscled physique, she joined the Russian Armed Forces. Basic training was… less difficult than she had figured it would be - the 30km runs carrying rucksacks filled with stones reminded her of similarly long runs tracking down a herd of deer to keep some sort of nutrition in their diets. Said hunting trips had also honed her skills with a rifle, and she establised herself as a merciless terror in close quarters. She took great pleasure in throwing people into walls or flipping them down on the floor.

It was around this time she earned her nickname and callsign of, "The Wolf", the name was fitting - she ate about as much as one, and was just as willing to rip someone's throat with only out if need be.

Right after finishing training, she was deployed to the intensifying situation in Chechnya, and after a few years of combat there, came into contact with a cyclosarin bomb in the 2013 Grozny gas attack. As the only survivor of her platoon, she was shaken by the ordeal, having donned a gas mask to tear gas a home before rounding a corner and finding her squadmates coughing and dying right in front of her - with nothing she could do. Nothing but run to minimize her own exposure. Not even the harshness of the Siberian wastes or years of combat experience prepared her for the agony she saw on that day, nor the aftermath on the civilian population.

After being released from medical care, her previously poor social skills only atrophied further, and she buried herself in academic literature, teaching herself everything she could find to do with potential biological and chemical weapons. She called experts in the field and picked their brains, trying to see if there was something, anything she could've done. Eventually she applied to the CBRN training school, despite her lack of a college degree or real formal education of any sort. She was denied entry, and instead applied for combat engineering and was accepted.

Sergeant Volkov completed her combat engineering training, receiving her certification for the role before being redeployed to active duty. Eventually she applied to special forces training and passed, being quickly assigned to a unit of the Spetsnaz GRU. She reapplied for CBRN warfare training and was this time accepted, completing the training near the top of all applicants. She spent several tours of duty undertaking the clandestine operations that never reach the newspapers, racking up her share of kills and earning the respect of her comrades, despite being a woman.

Following a successful raid on a black market transfer of ICBM and radiological components by a collaboration of FSB and GRU agents, Aleksandra was loaned out to Task Force Echo in an attempt to improve relations and promote cooperation between Russia and the Western powers.

Equipment: * Specialized CBRN capable fatigues, the gas mask will open up, sleeves and pants will as well to allow airflow, suit contains a high efficiency CBRN filter as well as a self contained oxygen supply for low oxygen environments. Is equipped with sophisticated and experimental systems capable of, in theory, detecting a containment breach and sealing it within seconds. Also has a small air conditioning unit located above the buttocks, along with the suit's battery.
* Geiger Counter
* Iodine pills.
* Antidotes for commonly encountered neurotoxic gases such as sarin or cyclosarin, emergency supplies of antibiotics for biological warfare casualties.
* Six charges of PVV-5A and a detonator.
* Gerber tool
* NVGs
* Binoculars
* Wire stripper and various wires
* ?

[User]
Tyler had one hand gripping a piece of webbing on the side of the RHIB tightly. He lay over the side, C8 aimed out in front of them. He thanked the Creator now for those tactical glasses he has on. The ocean spray turning his face an oddly pleasant dampness. He grinned a little and gripped tighter over one really powerful wave. He smiled a little, "Bigger boat...should have brought something with guns maybe. Sir." He grins softly.

He's decked down from head to toe. Combat BDUs, helmet, vest and webbing. His Hi-power strapped to the front of his vest, P-SARK sheath just below his left shoulder which would allow him to quick grab it. The entire squad here kitted out in their own way. Echo is the kinda outfit that you know is worth being in. They know their shit. SAS, Frogmen, 601 SKSS and other units besides. Multi-national, multi talented. Echo pretty much had it all and more besides. He's honored to be along, kinda glad Petawawa let him be detached from his CJIRU group to be allowed to act with Echo. It felt really good to be among them.

As soon as they hit the shore. He leapt out, grabbed the front lines on the boat and pulled it further up onto the sand and rock. Just so their boat didn't end up washing out into the water on them. Last thing they really wanted to do was have to swim out to it when they needed to make an escape. Along the same lines of your AFV taking a rocket when you thought you left it in a safe place. He didn't want to be the one to be asked to swim out to the boat later in the operation to get it.

When the boat was squared away he headed over and knelt down beside their new 2IC, Aleksandra, and today his squad leader. Two man squad, worked for him. He gave her a nod, whispering, "On your mark ma'am. I've got your back if we need to split off from the main group ma'am." He checked his rifle, slotting a magazine in, holding the Wildcats for later. Just a straight up 5.56 mag for now, lock the mag in, he cocked it, getting a round in the chamber, made sure the sure AAC suppressor attached to the barrel of his C8 is attached correctly, then does the same for the Hi-power, checking the loaded mag on the Hi-power as well.

He smiled, everything squared away. This ought to be good. The order of business, quiet infil, thin out the herd. Knife and blade. Make sure bodies are hidden, make sure they don't get up. These bastards wanted to bomb and kill people, he had not worries about doing the exact same to them. Not in the least. Canada might be the worlds peacekeepers. But today, this is one Canadian that's going to be a life taker, rather then a life saver.

[Assistant]
The Chinese operator was riding in the boat, sat right next Blacktail as she pointed her ACR out the side of the boat. Unlike the Canadian operator next to her, she was squinting to deal with the ocean spraying in her face. She was carrying goggles in her rucksack, but the ride wasn't going to be that long so Olivia opted to deal with the ocean spray. It was nice to have water on her face that wasn't being poured over a towel. The operator stayed patient, breathing calmly and maintaining her composure, despite it being her very first operation with this task force. It reminded her of her SAS days, executing operations that not even the British Parliament knew about. The only knowledge of those operations remained within those who were involved.

One nice thing about being a part of Echo was that she didn't have to deal with wearing those gas masks. She was decked out very similarly to her colleagues, the only difference was that she was the only one wearing a short sleeved shirt. It was personal preference, given the climate of the region. Her helmet had a pair of night vision goggles mounted on it, so that she had an easy time seeing in the dark. Plate carrier, Crye combat pants, 5-11 rucksack, Olivia's preferred equipment to her exact specifications. Crazy how they got everything down to the tiniest little detail.

Once the boat had hit the shore, she had jumped off and regrouped with her squad, kneeling close to Merlin as she checked her weapon, making sure that a round was chambered. The ACR was a weapon Olivia had taken quite a liking to ever since she fired the first round of 6.8 SPC out of it. She had it outfitted, hybrid sight, AN-PEQ 15, silencer, and an angled foregrip. But based on the sound of what Merlin was getting at, maybe the ACR wasn't the best tool for this particular objective. The only other weapon she had was her Sig Sauer. She let the rifle rest on her back, pulling out her Swiss-made pistol and pulling the slide.

Hopefully the rest of her squad had a similar idea. Just waltzing in with a silenced pistol and a knife, slitting throats and sending .40 S&W rounds through their heads. It wasn't a pretty sight but it was something the whole Task Force was used to doing. They were trained to do things that most people couldn't handle to do. What traumatized most would just be another day at the office for these people. Olivia pulled a silencer out from her vest and attached it onto her Sig Sauer, then unsheathing her knife and positioning it right underneath her gun. "Ready when you are, Merlin."


[System]
* Age: 20
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: "Hmph. Just wait and see what this witch can do." A very petite girl, easily mistaken for a child even on close examination. She resents this.
* Abilities: A highly capable witch, from a bloodline of magic users lasting back to the ancient king's times. Fio's catalyst is a sword, with a slender and elegant blade and a blue and gold hilt. She cannot fight reliably with it, but it is an excellent catalyst for casting spells all the same. Her chief method of offense is the conjuration of Phantom Swords, though she can use other forms of magic she favors Phantom Swords for her most direct and powerful method of dealing damage, as the Phantom Swords have considerable armor-piercing capabilities even in their base state when fired as projectiles. Her personal durability is quite low, and thus Fio also has capability in barrier spells in order to protect herself from being harmed. By casting a spell and attaching modifiers to it(such as summoning a number of Phantom Swords then adding commands to repeat the process to add more swords) she can alter it or increase its effects.
Additionally, she possesses three doll familiars. These familiars are intelligent and have their own personalities, feelings, and specialities.
* History: Fio's family has practiced magic for a considerable amount of time. It is said that she is descended from a court mage of the Ancient King, and her sword catalyst was a gift to her ancestor that has been passed down through the generations to her. Living in a secluded place, a small but remarkably cozy home, she swiftly gained a reputation as a witch due to her rather irritable interactions with travelers and her rather obvious usage of magic. Given her unique usage of a sword as her catalyst, she has been called both the Sword Witch. Needless to say, given her family history, it was only obvious that she would come to accompany one claiming to be a reincarnation of the King, if only out of curiosity. Can she really be what she claims to be?
* Anything else: Fio is a rather irritable girl who does not tolerate foolishness. While she hates being mistaken for a child, she has childish mannerisms such as a love of sweet things and a fascination with dolls and small, cute animals. Regardless, she is still a capable practioner of magic and will quickly remind anyone in doubt over her abilities of that fact. Personally, she is not at all certain if Sorcha is what she claims to be. Rather, she desires to find that out for herself, her curiosity being the main reason for her presence to begin with. While her irritable personality can make her rather grating to be around, she does not take alliances lightly and possesses a deep hatred for those who would betray the trust of others.

[User]
So rather then having to go through the initial ritual, making contact with the goddess had considerably streamlined the approach to viewing the Fomorian's memories.

It was a surreal experience, and the strange drowsy sensation that afflicted the Sword Witch had likely muted her reaction. After all, it wasn't every day someone made direct contact with the divine, even one who had been in decline.

"Then, you'll see me again," replied Fio, looking back over her shoulder as she turned to face the archway that the Goddess of the Deep Lake, "There's no way I'm going to let any information I can get out of her slip through my fingers."

And she had absolutely no intention of letting a goddess who could influence dreams scare her awake. That definitely wasn't on her to-do list.

"... And... thank you, again," she added, still turned away as she walked through the arch.

[Assistant]
Luna accepted the second mug but neglected to drink from it. "Worst case, Sucaria, we'll finish up what we need to do as fast as we can and get out of here, alright?" She said before taking a sip and looking over at Sarah's fight as she finished it up and headed over. The Knightess set her drink down and stood.

As this Lady Sarah walked over, Luna couldn't help but meet her eyes and stare. That is, until the elf started speaking. Long blonde hair, "H-handsome?" Luna repeated back, slightly confused by the statement. "But, well, I'm Lunalel Lightsword. Just call me Luna, Please.
 This is my Maid, Sucaria." Luna said, slightly hesitating to shake the elf's hand before accepting it. As the other elf started to compliment her footwork, Luna retracted her hand trying not to seem rude. Then Sarah mentioned the elves' sing and cheering was probably an odd sight. "It's not too odd to me. That's basically how we are out here too. I little more roof over our head though." The Knightess said, smiling.

"I'll take it that you described whoever you were looking for, correct?" Luna questioned, looking the elf in the eyes for some seconds before blushing and averting her gaze to the surroundings. "What brings you all to this place in particular? I can't say I've heard anything good about this place though I've come to understand you had someone to meet? Perhaps we could help you look for them? It should be fairly simple if whoever it is happens to be in Airedale. Her Majesty might be able to help if I cannot."

[User]
Location:
Nids End

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"Mhm, I did." Sarah replied with a small smile. "She's fairly tall, eyes that could remind one of a clear blue sky. She's rather irritable, though, and tends to speak with her blade more than her voice." Sarah would heft her shield, staking it into the ground next to her and leaning on it. The elf passed her a mug with a grin.

"Hmm, thank you for the offer but it'd be ill form to ask the ruler of a human kingdom for aid in a completely unrelated matter." She'd take a long swig of the drink. "I'd tell you more, but this is something I really must do myself. That and I promised her I wouldn't actually look for her and focus on my own duties, but well…let's just say I have a message for her I need to urgently deliver when I find her." Sarah turned to look at Sucaria.

"We simply sailed around this land until we landed here, really. Thought it'd be a good place to avoid any humans, though it seems we've been discovered anyway." She'd chuckle, eyes drawn to Luna's sword.

"So, Lunalel was it?" She'd flash a smile. "Care for a little duel?"

Location:
Hjrelskins Fall
Paladin

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"Ah! Its a ice man!"

"What's an ice man doing here?"

"Ice man, Ice man, we'll play with ice man instead-"

Elnith was in immediate agreement, charging in not far behind Ethelred. Blood red blade gleaming in the shady wood as she'd bring it down upon one of the creatures head. It'd nimbly disappear, almost as though it hadn't been there to begin with and ended up a few feet away before leaping towards Elnith with its large hands.

"Hey you look like you're in pain. I can make you feel-ghhhk"

"Nope!" Lugh leaping into the air, spinning once and slamming the spear down right on top of the Unseelie, smashing into the ground.

Ethelred's lance would skewer one of the nearest ones easily, not having been able to react to the sudden, swift assault.

"Wah, hey, are they playing with us instead?"

"Aw, boring boring ow ow, it hurts!" The one that had been slammed into the ground said.

"Hey hey, what are they doing here anyways?"

"Who cares, run run~! A simple game of taggy?"

"Catch us if you can ice man~!"

And the small group would all proceed to run off after two of them had summarily been dealt with. Cowards that they were. The man would shakily get to his feet, holding his head slightly.

"Urgh…thank the spirits for your timely intervention…" He was covered in a number of bruises and looked like he might have a few broken bones, but otherwise seemed fine. "Are you…travelers?"

"Well…they fled rather easily…" Elnith frowned lightly.

Location:
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At being told that She'd be seeing her again, Ithica smiled sleepily, her ears perking up happily.

"Please…don't keep me waiting." Were the final words of the goddess as Fio stepped back through the Arch. She'd be gone in seconds, so she wouldn't see the Goddess' smile fade, the realm itself slowly fading, too. The stars above darkening, slowly fading and twinkling out of existence.

Only a cracked, blackened sky, a white floor and a broken castle, far, far, in the distance.

She'd lay on the ground, ears drooping as a small puddle of water formed in front of her. She'd trace a thin, pale finger across its surface.

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Fio would find herself waking back up in the tub she had fallen asleep in. Soaked from head to toe in water, warding sigils completely faded and burned. Noticeably, she was extremely tired herself, her throat parched, and it was hard to tell exactly how long she had been out. Long enough for someone to be knocking on the door shouting something and asking if she was okay.

"And here I thought Fomorians had a bad definition of consent but you witches always surprise me." The voice of Cethlann would greet her ears. Though she was still bound, blindfolded, and immobile otherwise, she had somehow managed to…somehow…remove the gag. Or at least tear it somehow. It looked like it had been ripped by something. "Hey, get me food. I'm starving or are you gonna just starve me to death?"

[Assistant]
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A slight grin played at the edges of Reinhardt's face as he rushed forward toward the oncoming attack; the sheer indignation in the voice of the previously haughty mage touching a cord of joy in the knight's stern heart. "But of course not milady--" Elias belted loudly as his hand short forth grabbing the diminutive magus; his feet twisting in a pivot to minimize loss of momentum as he continued barreling forth, "This lowly warrior couldn't imitate a shadow of your wit even if only hoping to mock it!"

Noting that the tentacle seemed not to care whether it's summoner lived or died-- Reinhart's sprint launched in a low, powerful, somersault, landing into a slide; the mage held tightly to his chest, just in time to barely avoid the downward swing of the fleshy mass above.

As his slide neared it's end, Reinhardt shoved the mage forward; sending the poor girl's butt skidding across the dirt; as far from the tentacle as he could get her. With a hard kick, the knight threw himself into a four-point stance; swiping a one-handed axe off the ground as his momentum shifted-- rushing to make a deep slash near to the tentacle's base!

[User]
"Yes, and they challenged us to pursue them," Ethelred added to Elnith's observation. "They might be trying to lure us into a trap. If so, we at least have some idea which direction to take to find their kin."

Ethelred looked down at the man. The battle was quite brief, and the monsters didn't manage to put up much of a fight. Instead they had opted to flee, treating the entire thing like a game. It one of the reason that Ethelred didn't want to immediately pursue- those little plant creatures were too cheerful and enthusiastic about the prospect of being chased.

The other reason was that they needed to help the Unseelie's victim.

"After, of course, we assist this man. Might someone with warmer hands help him to his feet?" he requested, looking down at the traveler. He was lucky that the knights had come along. Even the lowliest of the Unseelie were cruel beings that delighted in causing others' suffering. He was bashed up a bit, but looked like he should be able to still walk.

"We're knights of Queen Sorcha, come to deal with Unseelie activity in these woods," he answered, now addressing the man. "They've got the nearby village cowed with fear, and from what we've gathered, the fiends have been luring people into the woods with singing at night. Is there anything you can tell us about them that might help in rooting them out? And do you need help getting to safety?"

[Assistant]
In spite of being surrounded by water, her throat felt dry. The protective sigils covering her body had done there job, but only barely. Her underclothing was soaked through, clinging to her body in a rather embarrassing fashion. Thankfully the only witness was blindfolded, and the person banging on the door hopefully wouldn't come barging through it.

"I-I'm fine!"

Her voice, unfortunately, didn't exactly convey that. Hoarse, and showing signs of her exhaustion, Fio stood up shakily, gulping in air. In spite of being completely soaked, she rather felt as if she needed a warm bath.

The Goddess of the Deep Lake. The eye that had fixed upon her.

There was much to think about. But more immediately, she had gained quite a bit of knowledge of the Fomorian and her interactions. The fact that she had been tied to the bizarre-three armed warrior, her name, the actions they'd been undertaking leading up to her capture...

The Sword Witch took a deep breath. If only it didn't feel like her throat was so raw.

She sighed.

"You may be a Fomorian, but starving a prisoner is something only a monster would do," she said, stepping out of the tub. Her bare feet felt cold on the prison floor, all the moreseo due to the water coating her.

She had to dry off and gather her clothing before the person outside barged in...

"... You'll get something to eat, Cethlann," continued Fio, giving the bound Fomorian a sideways glance, "And maybe I'll pass on a request for a specific meal if you tell me just how you tore away that gag."


[System]
dumbledore
Age
Lavender turned 11 in April

Appearance
Lavender is tall, well built and rather strong but not very athletic. She usually wears her black hair in a pony tail. Her sparkly green eyes may look innocent, but do not let her appearance deceive you.

Personality
Lavender is an open, outgoing, friendly girl. Intelligent, quick witted and mischievous, Lavender does very well in school and takes pride in her academic achievements. Her playful manner ensures she always has plenty of friends who enjoy her company and sense of adventure.

History
Lavender is adopted. This is uncommon in the wizarding world, but there you have it. Her biological parents were considered strange, and didn't mingle with the townsfolk. When they were killed in a freak explosion that destroyed their house, leaving little baby Lavender completely unharmed amidst the rubble, nobody knew what to do with the girl. One of the first responders was an open minded young man. He and his wife had been trying for a baby for a long time. Rather than abandoning Lavender to the harsh reality of foster care and social services, he offered to take the little bundle of joy home, fully aware of the implications and the risk of having to give her up again.

When no relatives appeared to claim the little rascal, her foster parents filed the adoption papers. They had fallen in love with the intelligent and mischievous little girl and quickly learned to deal with the strange things that always seemed to happen when Lavender was around.
When the Headmistress of Hogwarts came to their house to explain to Lavender that she was a witch and that her biological parents had been magical folk as well (the explosion turned out to be a failed attempt at inventing a new potion or spell), a lot of things fell into place for the young girl. Lavender's parents fully support her going to Hogwarts and are thrilled to see all the marvels and wonders Diagon Alley and the magical world have to offer.

BloodType
Full blood. But having been raised by muggles means Lavender does not know whether this is relevant, or should be.

Wand
Willow, 10 1/4, with a core of Veela hair.

Pet
Intrigued by the idea of owl post, and eager to keep in touch without setting her apart from her peers, Lavender's parents bought her a barn owl in Diagon Alley. Lavender named her April, because, like her, the owl was born in that month.

[User]
Brynn wondered if she aught to feed Gregory anything when she remembered not only did she feed him before she'd even left For the train, he wasn't even in the great Hall. She'd left him saftly in his cage with the rest of her things, hopefully he'd be okay.

Back in the conversation though. Brynn hadn't really caught most of what he said except for the last part. "Well, I know all about what I've read about magic. But I never really knew about magic until I got the letter for Hogwarts. I mean I read peoples minds sometimes and changed stuff into different stuff, but I think most wizard kids are like that, so yeah. What about you? " she said with confidence. She figured that her experience wasn't much different than anyone else's, though maybe magic born people had it a bit easier with magic knowledge and what not.

[Assistant]
Sarah
Jay starts digging in and pauses to chuckle at lavender."same thoughts here" he digs back in. Jewel lifts her head up and seems to study the food before shaking her head. She was well fed and doesn't eat much to begun with.
Jay consumes a lot of food then sits back and pats his stomach. "That was awesome...so you are thinking of trying for quidditch as well?" He beams at her now more excited to have found someone interested in the same things as him. Especially in the same house. Maybe he did find a very good friend in lavender but really only time will tell.

[User]
@KahleenCuthald

 "It's nice to meet you, Nathan. And I hope so to." Karen shook Nathan's hand. "I'll admit that I am eager to get to know new people, but also equally eager for the lessons to start." When Nathan asked about trying out for the Quidditch team, and Charlyn asking about positions, Karen nodded and said: "Yes I have, actually. I was considering trying out as a Chaser or Seeker. I'm not really sure which, but I have a whole year to decide."

 Karen began picking out a serving of every morsel of food on the table. From the way she looked and acted, the amount of food she had on her plate was unexpected - it was almost enough for three people. Before digging in, she turned to Charlyn. "I think the tryouts are usually announced a week or two after the first day of classes, but it shouldn't matter to us yet. First years aren't allowed to participate, apparently."

[Assistant]
@KahleenCuthald

After shaking Karen's hand, and listened to her speak. Nathan nodded in agreement.

"I think I'm going to try out for a chaser as well. I'm definitely not the build for a beater," he waved around his stock thin arms, "Don't have fast enough reflexes for a keeper, and I'm not fast enough on a broom for a seeker."

"First Years aren't alowed to participate, apparently." Cal couldn't help but speak up. "Well, it's changed over the years. Ever since Harry Potter got on his team in first year, parents have been complaining. Now that McGonagal is in a much higher position, she can't afford to look bias, so, she just lets us play. I hope I'll get to be a seeker, just like my dad and my grandad, though, they were all seekers for Slytherin house."

[User] Bishop shook his head as he replied, "I have the same amount of magic knowledge as a fossil enclosed in a glass case stuck in a muggle museum. In other words, all I know about it is that it's dangerous when used improperly, which will probably make me a little nervous around the Slytherin." He chuckled as Veil attempted to move a large piece of broccoli. "Not like I'm not already incredibly nervous around anyone here." By her actions, Bishop guessed that Veil had her fill of vegetables. He placed her back on his shoulder, her white fur a stark contrast to the black fabric. He pushed away the plate and nearly stood up, but he had no idea where he might've gone if he did.

[Assistant]
Brynn looked back over the food, there was still so much despite everyone having eaten so much. It pained her to see it all go to waste after growing up with so much less. She grabbed a few rolls just in case.

"Yeah, everyone here seems really nice. I agree about the Slytherins a little. They didn't have to be such poor sports, booing when other houses got students. It's not like everyone can be in Slytherin," she paused, sitting up a little to see over everyone's head.

Up at the head table was an array of teachers, each looking very experienced in magic. Then over at the other tables. Most of the older kids looked scary, especially Slytherin now that Bishop pointed it out. The people on the train came to mind too.  "Hey, Bishop later on can you come with me to one of the magic classes. I wanna get a head start on magic. It seems like most kids had a head start. "

[User]
Charlyn Jane Avalon
(Ravenclaw)

Charlie nodded in agreement. "As for what I know by now first years are allowed to try out. Although they obviously stand a smaller chance to get on the team duo to the older one's practice and experience. I don't believe any first year would get to be a beater. You need some arm strength for that and I don't think any 11 year old has that better than the older years. But a seeker, that could work. Being small helps. Fast and good balance." She nods. "That sounds makeable. Chaser might be makeable too. And keeper only with a really good reflection sense and broomstick control at the finest. We definitely have it harder than all the others at the try out."

She smiled politely at her new friends. Then her gaze fell onto the Gryffingor table and to Lavender. She already missed the girl. But in her mind she made a big fat note to approach her as soon as possible and stay in close contacts. They would sure share some classes, she thought, so there she would always sit with her. A smile appeared as she watched Lavender. At least she was in a good house with good people - as from what she heard this is.

[Assistant]
"Uh, sure. You'll have to show me where it is, since I didn't really get a chance to walk around," Bishop replied as he straightened himself. He felt that having his back straight made him look taller, a little more intimidating. He wasn't sure if it actually worked, but it kept him from slumping over. "Now that I think about it I'll probably need a map. This place his huge," the conversation he was having with Brynn showed Bishop that she wasn't as bubbly as he first made her out to be. Or maybe she only acted this way because she figured by the way he stood back in a crowd that she should tone down a bit.
Now that he was actually talking to Brynn, Bishop thought that she would probably make a good friend if things with Karen didn't work out. He was only used to having two friends at most. He hoped that the rest of his house was at least half as nice as Brynn, otherwise he would avoid them like the plague. Bishop looked around as his mind continued working out the personalities of the other people at the table.

[User]
"Dunno" Lavender shrugged. "I was never a star athlete, but that was mostly because I always tripped over my own feet. Shouldn't have that problem on a broomstick, right? Sounds like I'd be missing out on a lot of fun if I didn't at least try." Lavender was still determined to make the most out of her time here, and enjoy everything she could.

"Worked for me!" the boy sitting next to Lavender blurted out. Several people laughed, and he soon joined in. "I'm Ashton, by the way. I guess with both feet on the ground I'm the clumsiest Griffindor since Longbottom, but I don't mind a little healthy competition. It's not a title I have my heart set on." Lavender giggled, as the rest of the group burst out laughing again. "It's a wonder nobody has been knocked off their brooms yet, right Ash?" They were a good-natured bunch, and Lavender couldn't help but feel included and welcome. She looked back at Jay and said "What about you, Jay? You up for a little healthy competition as well?" She finished her plate and grabbed another of those delicious rolls.

[Assistant]
Isaak was wondering how the other Slytherins would view him if he made it a common occurrence to hang out with the first years he had met on the train. Oh well, his family was honorable and sticking with his new friends was the right course to go.

"You know I hear it's been awhile since the hat sorted someone so quickly into a house especially Slytherin. You must have many qualities of the our house" Stephan said to him as they ate.

"I'm sure it has something to do with my family name. They've been in Slytherin for over a hundred years and I was sure that I would end up in the house. I couldn't see myself in any other house" Isaak said with a smile.

"Well it's great having more students who aren't bias against our house. We all have to stick together and keep our dignity" Stephen said with a proud grin.

"Well my parents always told me that it's always good to stick out for your friends and those that care and respect you. Ambition and honor are firm ways to success they always say" he said to his follow housemate.

"That sounds like a good form of ethics, my mom told me that doing whatever I can to beat Griffindor at academics and quidditch if I ever get on the team" Stephen replied.

"You want to get on quidditch team?" Isaak asked curiously.

"Yep, I always wanted to be a beater, I've been practicing with my older brother, he's a fourth year and on the team. What about you?"

"Chaser and Seeker are my hopes for the team. I feel like I'd be quick enough for either position and I really like the idea of passing the Quaffle back and forth between my teammates. I'm excited to have a go at the positions" Isaak said as he took an apple and juggled it a bit before he took a bite out of it.

"Maybe we'll both make it onto the team" Stephen said to him taking a bite of a piece of chicken.

"That would great" Isaak replied.

[User]
Sarah
Jay laughs with the bunch as well, but seems focused on lavender. "Healthy competition is always the best" he beams. "Can't say I can compete with being clumsy though." Small chuckle. "So you're already winning at that" large smile. "I don't know what position of go for though...any ideas?" He sits up a bit straighter as he thinks. He only knows that he wants to try.
Jewel pokes her head up and flicks her tongue in and out as she seems to stare from one person to the next. She really is a friendly snake.

[Assistant]
Brynn grabbed a few more rolls, couldn't hurt to have a few extra. When she turned back to Bishop he looked, taller? She didn't really know, maybe he got taller. Well anyway, he was right she'd need to figure out were to go to get help with magic. Luckily the table was pack full of other students.

She signaled Bishop to wait with one finger before turning to one of the older looking Hufflepuffs and asking, "hey do you know who my friend and i could go to to figure out some magic before class starts?". The tall Hufflepuff smiled. She'd known many young first years like Brynn, eager to learn. "Sure, you should try out Professor Longbottom. He's a grand old chap with lots of great stories and experience. Teaches DADA in the north tower, though wait until tomorrow.  she wink before turning back to her own conversation.

Brynn swivelled back around to Bishop with a grin. "There you have it cool guy. We can go see this Log Bottom guy tomorrow.