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Age:3 years old
Looks(Pictures are acceptable!):
Position in Pack:Hunter and Beta Female
Personality(Just a general idea of what you're character is like):Lila is a sweet she wolf with a very easy going demeanor. She's a skilled tracker but prefers hunting smaller game due to her smaller stature.

Name:Kita
Age:2 months
Looks:
Position in Pack:Pup
Personality:Kita is very shy and has stuck close to Aleu since the death of her mother over the winter. Not very adventurous, she is cautious of everything and everyone, even of those in her own pack. Hopefully she grows out of it.

Name:Anum
Age:2 months
Looks:
Position in Pack: Pup
Personality:Unlike her little sister, Anum is a rambunctious pup who's curious about the world and everything happening in it. Nosy and loud, she knows no fear which can get pups like her into a lot of trouble.

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As winter warmed into spring, the wolves of Vandrow and the tigers of the White Wood saw their once snow covered world waking up from it's peaceful slumber and coming back to life. The winter had been particularly harsh that year, resulting in deaths from both wolves and tigers. Spring was the relief that carnivore and prey alike had waited what seemed to be forever for. The little animals emerged from their burrows and hollows, blinking and squinting in the bright sunlight before starting their busy little days to look for food and water or introduce their young to the outside world for the very first time. For the wolves and tigers, it was just another day, maybe just a bit warmer with the color of new leaves and grass starting to grow.

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Lila woke up early, sitting up with a yawn and stretching out her small frame before looking around the den she shared with her mate, Chincf. She lightly nudged his shoulder with her muzzle to wake him up, it was their job to get the hunting party together in the mornings.

"C'mon, time to wake up," She said.

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Kita woke up quite abruptly when Anum pounced on her, letting out a startled yip and an annoyed growl at her sister before curling back up to try going back to sleep.

"Kita, wake up, I'm bored!" Anum whined, batting at Kita's ear.

"Go away Anum, I want to sleep," Kita grumbled back.

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Shadow♀
Shadow lay on top of the den opening with her head laying across her paws, eyes actively scanning the surrounding forest. The clearing still had small patches of snow which were still in a process of melting away, leaving room for the new grass to sprout through the ground and bring a happier season. The winter had been a harsh one for the wolves, and undoubtedly for the miscreant tigers as well. Shadow knew it was getting close to another feeding and they would have to go out on a hunt again, hoping in her mind that there was enough prey in the areas that wolf nor tiger would need to cross into opposing territories just to snag a meal. Ears perked, one facing north of her and the other slightly folded behind her, hearing the pair of pups back inside the den rustling around. Shadow grinned to herself, thinking of the hope she had for herself to maybe have some pups of her own this coming season.
Kai♂
At the edge of the territory near the spring that ran through both wolf and tiger country alike, Kai sat in the damp sands just staring up at the sky. A soft breeze twisted through his dark fur as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost in the moment. Suddenly, Kai hears a snap from just behind him and whirls around with teeth bared and fur bristled along his spine. Aleu. Kai's stance straightens and his bared teeth lose their fierceness, turning into a wolfish grin. "Aleu, you can't be doing that. It's not safe for a little wolf like you wandering around out here, alone." Kai wanders over to her and nudges her shoulder, turning her into the direction of the den.
Aleu♀
Aleu managed to sneak up on Kai, but purposefully stepped right in the center of a small branch just to get a scare out of him. Kai was one of Aleu's only friends who didn't try taking advantage of the small fragile she-wolf, and she quite enjoyed his company most days. Aleu shook her head and turned with him as he nudged her, following his steps, putting them almost in sync as they padded along towards the den. "Trust me, if I wanted to sneak up on you, I would have done so with ease. Smaller things tend to be better at stealth than big, bulky animals such as yourself." Aleu laughs when Kai nudges her shoulder a bit roughly, adding, "The pups should be up, soon, if they aren't already. Gotta get back before one of them.." Aleu meets Kai's gaze and they both say simultaneously, "Anum!", smiling as she continues, "..gets into trouble. Then I'll be in trouble." Without giving a warning, Kai takes off towards the den and calls over his shoulder, "Last one there has to eat the rear of the morning's kill!" while howling with laughter. Aleu, taking off in pursuit after the beast, knowing all too well that this wasn't a fair fight. She'd easily beat him. Her small frame allowed her to be quite fast. The fastest in the pack, in fact.
Desaius♂
Desaius lay in his own den, his nose barely picking up the feint scent of his lost mate. She'd been taken by the winter's harsh conditions, and left Desaius with nothing but an empty den and a broken heart. Desaius slowly picked himself up off the dirt floor of the den, wincing at his left side as a fierce pain travels across his body. Baring his teeth, Desaius shakes off the dirt from his pelt and slowly limps his way out from the den's cover, walking out into the cool morning air. Immediately, Desaius could smell Shadow and he looked all around before stomping out a few feet to look ontop of the den's opening to spot her. "Get down from there! Ain't need to be up there, y'er just showin' off." Shadow just flatly stared at Desaius with her ears flattened, but slowly slunk off the side of the opening and onto the ground beside it, sitting down with a soft huff. Desaius flattened his ears and stared at her for a few more seconds before wandering to the edge of the clearing, laying down near a tree where he usually lay in the mornings to wait for the Alphas to make their appearances.

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Zoru
Zoru woke up with a jolt, the old injury acting up again. Well, now he knew he can't be part of the hunting party tonight. He was a stubborn wolf, always wanting to get out and stretch his legs as opposed to the other elders. He stood up, growling as he found that he had a harder time doing that than on a normal day. He was in that elder's den who had no mates in their lifetimes. He then padded his way towards the clearing and then sitting down near the entrance of his den, waiting for the alphas to show up. Morning call.

Robyn
Robyn, herself, wasn't at the clearing. Nor was she anywhere inside the border. She's been keeping an eye on the family of tigers some ways from the territory. It was a small family of five. Two fully grown, one adolescent and the other two were cubs. They had stayed there for the entirety of winter but they seem to be prepared to move. She'd been careful and concealed her trails as well as she could. Based on how they were going, they probably won't cross the border so this should be fine. She turned and hurried back to the pack. It was time for morning call and she'd rather not hear another lecture from Zoru about being late.

Avir
Another day, another bird. This was amusing, hunting the birds. They can escape easily if you're not careful so this is really a challenge. He'd need more than this though to last the day. Well at least he made through winter. Prey is going to go scampering around once again and he won't have to cross wolf territory again for then nth time. He was pretty sure that they got tired of him during winter. He started travelling once more with no destination in particular.

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Chincf
Chincf's ear twitched and he stretched slowly, blinking his eyes open. "Morning already?" He mumbled, nudging her back with the end of his nose. "Ah well, then I suppose we better organise the hunt, then." the grey and black wolf got to his paws, back arching in another stretch before he padded out into the main clearing to join the rest of the pack.

Tikaani
Tikaani ducked her head respectfully as Zoru emerged from the elder's den, treading carefully since he seemed somewhat tense this morning. His injured side was probably aching again and that never out him in a good mood. Still, she greeted him quietly anyway to remain polite. "Good morning, Zoru."

Saaba
Saaba paused as she reached the river that cut between the two separate expanses of land that the wolves and tigers each called their respective territories, stooping down to lap at thw icy cold water. She would have to hunt again today, though she may have to step over into wolf territory again....prey was still hard to find even though the snow was thawing.

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A young male wolf was curled up in a small den set apart from any other wolf. The redish blackish wolf was awaken by the stirring of the pack. He had come to this pack a couple of weeks ago and they had surprisingly accepted him. He uncurled himself from his tight ball and stretched out. He shook his mangy coat and exited out of the den. He shook out his coat and stretched again. It was strange and he wasn't sure if he like it. There were always wolves around even if he wished to be alone. He never realized how much he had been alone until he started spending time around other's company. He sat down in front of the den, and watched the pack awake with the new spring day. He let out a rather large yawn and his jaw snapped shut.

Ferryn stared around the camp. His stomach growled, and he acknowledged it. It had been a long winter and he lost a lot of weight, but since joining the pack he had started to gain it back.

[Assistant]
Reaver

Suddenly from a large pile of rocks near the center of the packs territory a howl pierced the morning air signaling the rest of the pack to gather so that orders could be given by the Alpha. Reaver Stood waiting, his black coat glinting softly against the morning sun, His ferocious gaze darted about, not in fear but in simple readiness. Scars could be seen on his shoulders where a tiger had once tried to slay him...yet...here he stood. His aura was one of resolute leadership. this all being said he might have been a bit rough around the edges but he wanted what was best for this pack and he would have it no matter what. Reaver watched carefully as everyone gathered counting and making sure not a soul was missing.

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Calypso

Calypso was standing near a small stream her stomach growling, she could see tasty fish but was having no luck catching any and hunger was beginning to take it's toll on the little cub, robbing her of her energy and making her tired. Defeated the little cub began walking down the river's edge feeling sick. She had no idea she was right next to the wolf territories and was making quite a bit of noise as she stumbled forward not attempting to be sneaky at all in her hunger sickened state.

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Cahira

Cahira open her eyes to see the morning rise she sense that winter is over and spring is right around the corner.
She saw Reaver on large pile of rocks near the center of the packs she guess Reaver was up before her...well you know how he is.

Cahira got up, stretch and walk toward the pile of rocks and stand right next to him, He is Cahira mate after all.

[Assistant]
"Morning indeed," Lila said, flicking her tail at him while he stretched. She waited until he was ready then padded out of their den behind him. And they were late, how on earth were they late? Did everyone but them stay up all night? She sighed and sat down at the base of the rocks Reaver sat on just as he howled.

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"Listen! The alpha's calling the pack, we should go!" Anum exclaimed, about to charge out but halted at the tug on her tail, Kita having bit down on it to stop her sister.

"Anum," She said, her voice muffled. "We can't leave the den unless Aleu says we can or she's here."

"You're no fun Kita, I want to go outside, I'm tired of being stuck in here," Anum whined, turning to pounce on Kita.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender|Sex|Identity: Male

Personality Description:
He generally comes off as a serious person, even though it is not exactly the case, mainly due to his language barrier. While his communication for the most part get his point across, he is still fitting in when it comes to the nuances like jokes and slangs, often choosing not to make them due to fear of being insensitive. When it comes to it, this boy from a distant land is actually rather friendly and polite, maybe a little uptight, but would love to talk to and get to know his friends around him. His number one desire is to fit in and be accepted, wanting to be part of everyone's friend group.

Physical Description:
David is a tall person by his home country's standard, but rather average around New Hope (5'7"/175cm), with average physique. He enjoyed a neat crew cut hairstyle for his convenience. His clothing preference is rather conservative, often picking long-sleeves, collared and darker clothes due to the more temperate climate than what he's used to, and also because he does like the style.

Yo'Bikur Appearance:
His Yo'Bikur form dons a dark blue tunic covering all but his foot, hand and head, layered behind a white wide-shouldered half coat with gold outlines. But the most dramatic change compared to his old self is his body. His hand was covered in a weird amalgamation of treated wood, tin and metal. The wood covers most of his palms and fingers on the front side, while the tin covers the backside, along with the joints also made of metal. There are also springs beneath the tin layers David's face is also covered in tin, his hair solidified, but the facial features still looks just like the original David. His right eye has turned sapphire blue, the iris turns into a four-pointed star.

Backstory:
David feels culturally adrift. His legal name is An Liang, born to a middle-class family, whose father, Wong Liang, worked as a computer technician. His mother unfortunately passed away to illness before he could recognize himself in the mirror, and the single father was forced to raise his only son alone. Living around his father, who often surrounded himself with computers, got An acquainted with technology, and being a curious child, An used these machines a lot, much to his father's initial reservation. However, his father being a little bit too busy in his life did allow An to roam free on the zeroes and ones, as well as accessing information a young adolescent could find on the Internet. He'd gradually get in touch with foreign games, foreign cartoons, books or media, which introduced him to a culture entirely different from his own, at a time of crucial personality development nonetheless. Soon, unbeknownst to him, his mannerism and behaviour shifted. He found himself code-switching from a traditional culture at school and with friends, to a foreign one at home when he immersed himself in the wonders of the Internet, slowly identifying with the latter as his curiosity grew.

For the Liang family, his father who felt listless after his wife's passing, being reminded too much of a home that he missed, decided to immigrate. This actually was an exciting opportunity for An, who's always been mesmerized by a foreign land. When he arrived, he took on the first name David and got enrolled in middle school in a metropolitan area. However, this city was not exactly kind towards immigrants like David. The school that he enrolled in did not have much contact with immigrants, with nine out of ten students being locals. As a result, someone who couldn't speak English that well, quite nerdy with computers at best did not fit with the school's social group, or at worst, a target of bullying and harassment. Only after a year in the city, the two moved away to New Hope, a small village that from word of mouth was a lot more welcoming to people of different background. His father found work in the Armstrong PC Shop, ran by the Armstrong family, who was eager to have experienced hands in the shop, and David would often help out the shop as well.

David is a year behind school due to all the moving around, but is always eager to be a part of the school community. He is a member of the school computer club, has high academic performance, especially mathematics and informatics.

Notable Connection:
Wong Liang: His father, whom David felt great sympathies for. He was not exactly there all the time, but who could blame him. David looked up to him and hoped to help him in any way he could.

Nicolas & Sarah Armstrong: The two owners of the Armstrong PC Shop, and his dad's boss. David owes much to these two for the things they give to his family, and they too appreciated David's help, especially the scripts he write to make their job a lot easier.

Respond to these prompts in character:
You're in class and the Fire Alarm goes off. Everyone begins to panic.
"If teacher is around, I would listen to them. If not, I would help my friend(s) to escape. Then I would go. That is what I think I would do, but I might panic too."

You've made plans to go to the festival and are running late, but may make it in time to see the fireworks with your friends. On your way, you see a stranger with a flat tire on the side of the road.
"I don't like it, but I would have to leave them. I made a promise to a friend, I do not want them disappointed that I couldn't be there."

You fall asleep in class and begin to dream; you're atop a ruined tower and a massive dragon circles overhead. You reach for...
"Umm...a book? I like to learn about the dragon; how it behaves. I don't want to make it angry. If I could understand it, maybe I could be friends with it."

The world is so boring; you wish you had a super power. What do you wish for?
"I like to talk to computers, but using codes and commands feel a little cold. I would like to talk to it more personally, intimately."

You are suddenly reminded that tomorrow is the Midterm Exam.
"I should have remembered the main points of each lesson from going to class. I don't mind losing a few marks from not memorizing."

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Oh, Toby is doing fine, that's good, she seemed pretty sad when the teacher gave the results for the exams last week even though she scored pretty high (I got a C and pas pretty pumped about it), maybe talking will get her to relax a bit more.

"These last few days have been brutal! I have been around the whole town like four or five times making deliveries for Grandpa, people love the traditional bread that he makes for these festivities and they never seem to get fed up with it, not that I am complaining tho, more business for the bakery is always good and doing so many deliveries means Grandpa gives me some extra allowance"

Not that everything was good

"Not that everything is good, I haven't had the time to hang out with Syd in ages, and the few times I have been free she is always busy with other things... welp what can you do? So Toby, I just finished my last run and I got a bike and a desire to spend time with a friend, so what do you say, wanna hang out for a bit?"

[Assistant]
Audrey left the house quietly while her parents still slept. They had both had a late night; her mother from serving drinks at the bar, and her father from drinking half of them. She hopped on her father's Mustang. It was her father's in name only, as Audrey was the primary driver ever since his DUI last year. Instead of starting the engine, she disengaged the parking brake, and let it roll down their long, sloped driveway, swerving around her mother's Corolla with practiced grace, and backing neatly into the street. Here she did finally start the car, a reasonable distance from the house so that she hoped it wouldn't alert her parents to her departure. She didn't want to get entangled with either of them, and ruin her summer freedom.

As she pulled down their side street toward one of the town's main roads, she put her flip phone on speaker and dialed.

"Hey Aud," a tinny, crackling voice came through.

"Hick, got any work for me? Even just one?"

"Sorry, sweetheart, but I usually just extend everyone's loans around the festival. People get forgetful, you know? Just trying to give them one fewer thing to think about."

Audrey,  who had been hoping that same forgetfulness would translate into pocket money for her, grimaced but kept her tone light. Hickory Earhart was a very nice man, and she wanted to stay on that side of him. "Alright, I understand. But if anything comes up, I dunno, like you need shelves moved or something...?"

Hickory was perfectly capable of moving any shelves he needed moved. More so than Audrey, truth be told, but he didn't say so. "You'll be the first I call."

"Right, thanks Hick, you're good people."

"You too, enjoy the festivities, should be a good one this year."

As she ended the call, she wondered what festivities she was meant to enjoy without any money. Her mother always gave her gas money out of her tips from the bar, but Audrey would never ask for more. She knew an allowance just wasn't in the budget.

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She turned the car away from festivities(many of which were, in fact, quite free) and instead toward the edge of town. One of the roads that led to the nearby highway had a small paved parking pad on the side of it. Just three parking spaces, in faded white lines, and a sign marking a trail into The Shaded Grove. The trail was generally disused, including today, when Audrey walked right off it and into the woods, heading for the heart of the Weeping Sam.

Audrey wasn't dressed the best for the adventure. Her boots, at least, were functional, if well scuffed Doc Martens, but she wore constricting skinny jeans. On top, she had what had once been a plain black T-shirt, but she had bleached a spooky face onto the front, and cut and tied it at the sides until it was a raggedy sort of tank top.

She walked with her hands in her pockets, not sure where she was going, nor exactly why she had come here. Presently, she came to a certain fallen, rotting tree and, not yet noticing that she wasn't alone, she lifted her foot up and kicked in some of the soft, spongy wood.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

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The cock crowed with alarming volume and Camilla jolted awake. Even in her sleep her hand had found the hilt of the sword propped against the straw filled pallet she shared with Cydric. Her eye pierced the gloom well enough to see and she frowned at the sword. Privately, she had asked Dietricha to look her over for any 'lingering effects' of her sojourn to the North. The sorceress had touched her temples and spoken some words and then assured Camilla that she could sense nothing of Chaos. The answer struck her as vague in a way she couldn't articulate, but 'vague in a way you can't articulate' was a pretty fair description of Dietricha herself.

"Va bene," she whispered to Cydric as he groaned beside her, she leaned down and kissed his forehead trailing her slender fingers through the tangled hair of his chest absently. It was still dark outside, the days were short at this time of year and dawn came late. The dinner had run down pleasantly enough, though Oleg had drank enough Vodka to be slightly slurring his words by the time his wife ushered the out. The merchant had provided them with some gold, small enough, but a veritable fortune in their current impoverished straights, as well as a letter of credit to a local tailor with whom he had a long association and thus was fairly sure he could trust. It seemed like there was no end to the corruption and infiltration of Imperial society by cultists of the Ruinous Powers. She wondered if it were the same in Tilea, only less visible, or if the forces of the enemy were focused on their most immediate opponent.

The rooster crowed again rousing Cydric to half awakened. Camilla frowned peering into the darkness. A figure crouched by a post below, swathed in a grey cloak that looked ungainly and deformed. She sat up with a start and the figure flinched and tossed back its cloak. Cydric yanked her down to the pallet a moment before the crossbow twanged, the bolt logding into beam behind their pallet with a thunk, passing so close to her she felt the wind of its passage on her bare shoulder. Camilla screamed, loudly, to raise the alarm and shoved herself up off the bed and the struggling Cydric. She backflipped gracefully over the wooden railing at the edge of the loft and landed naked save for her sword on both feet and one hand in a collapsing tripod to spread the shock. Camilla pressed herself up, the tip of her weapon held parallel to her body and rotating horizontal incase she needed to parry but the figure was already fleeing. A big figure, Yantz, wraped in a horse blanket but otherwise naked, crashed through the side of one of the stalls they had converted to a bed. He leveled his pistol at the fleeing assassin but Camilla struck his hand hard with the flat of her sword jolting it free. She snatched it from the air before it could hit the ground.

"What in the name of Sig...ma," Yantz trailed off as he realised Camilla was completely naked. He pursed his lips for a moment before going on in a more reasonable tone.

"What is transpiring here Frauline," he said, his voice husky with amused innuendo.

"Someone just tried to shoot Cydric or me with a crossbow," she said, making n move to cover up. Attitudes towards nudity were markedly different among Tileans than they were among stody Imperials.

"Ah and you stopped me from shooting this would be marksmen because…" Cydric returned from the street, having somehow gotten his trousers on and given chase. He held the big wolf pommeled sword in one hand, with negligent power. He blinked at the naked Camilla and the nearly naked Yantz and then picked up a blanket and tossed it to Camila who gratefully wrapped it around her. Modesty or not it was bitingly cold.

"I lost him," Cydric admitted, "every one is on their way to the market." Camilla nodded and sighed.

"So the not killing part?" Yantz persisted. Ivan emerged bleary eyed saber in hand. A dark haired girl many years his junior who Camilla recognized from the working girls above the tavern, looked about with scared dark eyes. Camilla dropped her voice into a whisper that only the two Imperials could hear.

"Bouncers are supposed to keep trouble away not bring it to the door," she explained, "it isn't much of a job, but I'd just as soon not be looking for somewhere else to lay my head."

[Assistant]
Plus, whatever assassins come after us, I'd like for them to know we aren't to be toyed with. Only way to do that is by word of mouth," Cyrdic said, then smiled to himself as he thought unless putting a body on display would work. But it wouldn't for this establishment. Cyrdic stepped back into the stables fully and rummaged around for his shirt. Yantz had gone back to his stable and Ivan called out. "Heh!? Vot happened?"

Camilla shook her head. "It's over now, get dressed."

"Ah leetle bird, you haf a way with me, eh?" He said with a fatherly smile. Cyrdic thought it odd he treated Camilla like a daughter and then rutted with a girl only slightly older than Camilla. She looked to be Cyrdic's age, and she clung to Ivan as if he were her only protection, even among his friends. "Be gone, girl. It iss fine now. No moar danger." Ivan said to her, gently prying off her slim arms and smacking her rear. She squealed and practically scampered off, glancing at Cyrdic as if he were a Norscan let loose in the city as she ran by him.

There was a loud snoring from the back of the stables, and Cyrdic opened up the door to where the sound came from. Skaldi was still fast asleep. Cyrdic shook his head. "Out like a rock."

Konrad had already awoken before them, and had made his way to the Inn even before the assassin's attack. He'd been restless the previous night, and had been assailed by dreams of Chaos that left a cold chill on him even in the morning hours. By the time the group had reached him in the tavern, he was already tipsy. It even impressed Skaldi, who felt a keen appreciation to the art of drinking to go at it first thing in the morning.

"Ye should have told me, I'd have joined ye, manling." the Dawi said, walking past him and grabbing his apron. It was his responsibility to get the cooking pot going. The Brettonian Innkeeper had not yet unlocked the front door, and had refused to serve Konrad more than three drinks. 'Only to calm his nerves' she informed the group when she had let them in. The Greatsword's hair was disheveled and his eyes were red.

"You can't be doing this to yourself." Cyrdic said to him, but Konrad waved him away and went to take another sip. Cyrdic pushed the mug out of his hand and grabbed him by the shoulder. Konrad snarled, but Cyrdic didn't waver. "You're a man of Nordland by the hammer, act like it." he scolded him. A knock at the door defused the situation, and Ivan stomped over to the door, the only one not on edge at having had assassin's come after them the night previous.

"Ah, tank yoo" the kislevite said, and closed the door. "A courier hass a lettar for us. From da sorceress."


[System]
Appearance:
(instead of the outfit in the image, he'll be wearing a white dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black tie.)
Age: 19

Power: Smoke Conduit As a Conduit, Taka is able to hit harder and take more hits than a normal human being can. Also, he can jump from high areas without taking damage and self-regenerate from damage within minutes. However, this does not mean he is impossible to kill. If he takes a substantial amount of damage, he CAN be killed/defeated.

Bio: One night, on the way back to his apartment, Taka decided it would be faster if he went through an alleyway instead of taking his usual route home. Halfway down the alleyway, he finds what seems to be a rather expensive shard of a gem lying on the ground, it being the color of ash with flecks of a fiery red. Upon touching it, however, his entire body gives out on him as a sharp pain starting from his hand flows through him, knocking him unconscious. He wakes up a few minutes later, feeling fine at first. Unfortunately for him, three members of a local gang show up as he recovers, looking like they wanted to beat him up for fun. The next ten seconds for Taka are a blur, taking all three of the men out by accidentally launching a smoke grenade at them from an extended hand. Very curious of what else he could do, Taka did everything he could possibly think of that would involve smoke. He quickly learned how far he could push his physical limits.

[User] Sarah went walking around quietly, humming to herself.

[Assistant] After walking around for some while Duke found himself at the beach, more precisely at a Mexican restaurant. " Guess the money of those guys comes in handy." Duke walked up to the restaurant as he felt something strange. The crystal around his neck started reacting to something close by. Duke didn't know how he knew he just felt it. Duke walked to the middle of the restaurant and started looking everyone over to see if he could pinpoint the stange energy he was feeling.

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Moonlight@olcharlieboi
Movement down below broke his attention on the moon hanging so low in the sky this evening. It appeared that the university headmaster accompanied by a priest of all people was strolling out together towards the the dorms. That was extremely odd, not only because he had only ever seen the Headmaster during official functions and gatherings, but also because the school had always had a very strong scientific background and majority of the higher staff had made their own lack of faith readily apparent. When the rumors of some type of angelic war had come around, the staff had not even bothered to acknowledge them, they found it so ridiculous. But there they were a priest and the headmaster coming towards his dorm area.

Will kept his eyes of the priest watching his steady approach. There was something about the man that set his hair on edge, some sort of tremble in his chest that spoke of danger. He put his hand on his own chest and felt a vibration where stone fused heart resides in his chest. It was almost like the stone was repulsed away from it almost like a magnet. His mind filled with the need to escape, to hide, to run away from the bispectacled priest. Somehow, in a way that Will could not understand the man was dangerous. He could feel the flames running in his veins now already building in response to the increased adrenaline in his system. He grabbed his backpack and stuffed in a few of his essential supplies including the small amount of objects he had accidentally warped, with the exception of the front doorknob and lock. He rushed out into the night quietly making his way away from the approaching pair and out the exit through the courtyard on the other side.

He crouched slightly so he wouldn't be seen down on the ground floor and quickly entered in staircase down, taking the steps two at a time. He exited and entered into the courtyard. He began moving in a hurry straightforward, but as he did so felt a massive pull or maybe push towards his left hand side. His legs reacted on instinct turning him quickly and causing him to run into someone who had been walking and humming in the courtyard. He fell backwards and landed on his rear end with a slight "Oof!" of impact.

Will rose quickly and lifted his extremely warm hand out towards the girl in a attempt to help lift her off if she choose to accept it. "I am so sorry about that! I don't know what happened..." A cloud drifted lazily through the night sky and a ray of moonlight hit the girls head. Will felt a thrum from the stone residing in his chest that carried through all of his body. It was a sense of ...familiarity? Maybe longing? Whatever the feeling it had not come from Will.

He looked at the girl again and gently spoke, "You are moonlight." He said this was no sense of question in his tone, but as a statement of irrevocable fact. He shook his head, perturbed by these new sensations and moved into a more brusque tone. "Come with me. Someone dangerous is coming."

[Assistant] Sarah fell onto her rear end and she landed with a soft "oof" as well. She took the hand the man offered her and stood, brushing herself off. She heard what he said and she frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about." She though felt it as well and looked to where the priest was and she nodded. "Then let us go." She said softly.

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@Nikki Moonlight

 Dusk would nod smiling as the headmaster started ranting about his own beliefs and everything, dusk would stop when he felt the strange sensation, when they came closer he felt the feeling double. He turned towards Sarah and Will and immediately started running using the feeling to tell which direction they are by how strong it is, he knew now this must of been why he was called here there couldn't be an other explanation as to why there was mysterious activities in this town. a light would seem to radiate off his body as he rushed towards them.

[Assistant] Sarah turned hearing footsteps and she froze, her eyes wide. She looked up at the moon, holding out her hand. A knife formed, the handle in her hand as she hid it from view, ready to use it if needed.

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As he was enjoying the scenery, Taka could sense some form of disturbance in the distance, by what appeared to be a hotel. The gem shard he had gained his abilities from, now having a home within his earring, began pulsing, as if wishing for him to head towards the hotel. "Well, you've yet to steer me in the wrong direction...let's see what you've got for me this time." Taka remarks as he leaps from his perch on the billboard unto another roof top, taking the high route towards the designated building.

Upon reaching his destination, the hotel itself was a sorry sight. The walls were covered in ivy, the windows either baring cracks or being completely shattered, leaving only an easy entrance for people or creatures of all sorts. "Well now, this is quite the home the target has chosen...I hope they don't mind if I make myself at home." With that being said, Taka enters the building via one of the open slots that a window used to call home. Figuring what he was looking for wouldn't make itself easy to find, he decides to start the building search with the second floor. "Hello? Anybody home? Or thing? I just want to talk!" He calls out, hoping things might go smoothly if he makes his presence known.

[Assistant]
The sudden sound of another man's voice snapped Albert mind away from the thoughts of revenge. "Dammit," He growled loudly, backing away from the windows in the hopes that whoever this man wouldn't be able to find him. A foolish move as he knew that if the man would instantly notice him if he threw a glance through the window to his room. Sure, the window was dirty and grimy, but that wouldn't be much of a hindrance if the man just got close enough. It was now less of a question of if, and more a question of when he would be found.

"Don't be from the hospital, please don't be from the hospital," Albert started chanting got up from the ground and slowly started to make his way to the window, he kept his eyes on it at all times, expecting the guy to pass by any moment now. He could feel a strange itch in the middle of his upper back, and it got worse and worse as time went by, and he assumed that it had something to do with the guy getting closer to his room. The last time he had had felt this itch Albert had ended up sprouting a pair of big white angelic wings, but this time, the feeling was much stronger and more focused on just one point, almost like something inside him was reacting to the man's presence. He clenched and unclenched his hand in rapid succession as if it would help relieve some of the stress he was feeling, but the only thing he ended up with was a slight pain from where his nails had dug into his palms. "Come on...come on," He whispered as he leaned against the window and looked out in search for this mysterious man.

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saw a man looking around the restaurant. Something was off about him, though. It was as if he was already infused with a sin. No, that wasn't it. He was infused with something but it didn't have the same dark taint as a sin.

Kyle got up to and walked towards the man, bumping into the fat woman and absorbing most of the Gluttony from her. Might as well try it out, he thought as he neared the man. "Hi." he said. "I think I'm the one you're looking for. Care to join me for a drink?" He held out his hand for the man to shake it. Hopefully the man would return the gesture, giving Kyle the opportunity to try out the his new Sin by infusing some into the man. "Come, I'll buy you a burrito."

[Assistant]
@Nikki Moonlight

Will grabbed the girls forearm staring directly ahead of him away from the approaching priest. There was no need to look and see how far away the man was, he could feel his approach pushing against his being. "If we get far enough away, maybe we won't be able to feel each other anymore. I had no idea he existed until I saw him!" He pulled against the girl hoping she would come, unaware of moonlight forged blade in her hand. He ran towards his car at the backend of the lot, pulling the keys out his pocket with fumbling fingers. A quick press of the unlock button and he was in, diving into the seat that was so well known for him. "Get inside quickly!" he shouted at the girl he had just bumped into.

The priest was dangerous for certain, but this was the car Will had been raised with all his life and his father had taught him to drive with. He knew exactly how fast he could shift gears and how tight the car would handle. If they go on the road it would be easy to simply outpace the priest... At least for now.

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@olcharlieboi

Sarah followed him into the car and she got in. She still held the blade, which gleamed with light. She then said as if to no one, "No... I refuse.."

[Assistant] Taka could hear muffled noises from a room, but which one? Even if he narrowed down his search to the rooms that still had doors intact, there were still quite a few rooms to search through. Luckily for him, his earring seemed to act as a detector, for the farther he went down the hall, the stronger the pulse got. Soon enough, the pulse was going wild as he came to stand in front of a somewhat battered door, the numbers on it seeking to hang by a thread. Taka decided to put his smoke skills to use and phased underneath the door in a stream of smoke, returning to his human form once he was on the other side. "Greetings. My name is Taka. I'm not from the hospital. I'm simply a wanderer. Just what are you doing holed up in here?" He inquired.

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The itch had faded, but in its place, there was a strong pulsating feeling. The feeling seemed to emanate from somewhere within his spine, and the feeling just grew more and more powerful as the man got closer and closer, that was was what Albert assumed at least. It was strange knowing just how far away or close someone was, but this man wasn't just close, he was there, right outside the door.

Albert's breathing hitched for a moment as he saw the smoke starting to seep into the room from underneath the door. His feet moved faster than they had ever done before, and he didn't stop before he felt the wall against his back. He had nowhere to run, but just having the wall against his back made him feel slightly safer. His heart was going berserk, pounding so hard that it felt as it could smash right through Albert's rib cage. His whole body trembled as adrenaline coursed through his veins, and to him, it felt like ever fiber of his body was vibrating.

"Taka?" Albert asked, watching in disbelief as the cloud of smoke turned into a man, but watching the whole scene unfold made Albert feel strangely normal. It was a nice feeling, and it was nice knowing that he wasn't the only strange man out there. "I'm hiding here, escaping the world so to speak," Albert admitted, doing the best to hide the tremor in his voice. He tried his best to smile, but it looked fake and forced. "I'm Albert."

[Assistant] "Albert, hm? A nice name. I'll be sure to get it memorized." Taka remarks as he straightens his tie before leaning his back against the wall, hands now placed in his pockets. "There's no need to be so nervous. I don't want to hurt you. I simply came to talk to someone who I felt was in the same situation as me. Considering how I'm able to utilize smoke and channel it through my body, I believe I'm what's known as a Conduit. If you don't mind me asking, just what power were you "gifted" with? Did it come through a shard as well?" He asked. He wanted to know as much information as possible before Albert decided to get into the fight or flight section of his anxiety.


[System]
Samara Morgan
Nickname/Alias - N/A
Race - Human
Age - 23
Ethnicity - African-American
Gender - Female
Appearance - Neatness is always the forefront of Samara's appearance. She stands at 5'9 with long, dark and wavy hair that flows slightly past her shoulders and light-brown eyes to accompany it. Her day-to-day outfits are inconsistent and depend entirely on her mood, but the scent of shampoo and lotion mixed together to make a sweet fragrance is rarely amiss from her person, making her scent stimulating and pleasant. Her skin is the color of caramel with a healthy and attractive sheen, making her appear as soft as her body feels. There is little to no sign of having ever gone through physically-intensive job, yet in spite of that she has more muscle in her legs than her arms thanks to the hobby of jogging and hitting a backboard for tennis.

Clothing - Samara does not have a preferential style of clothing or even color, able to go from casual jeans and t-shirt on Monday, to a red carpet premiere-style dress on Tuesday. Since her work often demands an office-girl type of dress, outside of work she can typically be seen in basic jeans ranging from faded to dark, t-shirts of various colors, and long-sleeve form-fitting shirts. Her style has no real bias; whatever is in her reach when she prepares to leave in the morning, she will take it. No 'trend' sets her, she sets a trend.

In The Mind

Personality - Samara is an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type of girl who doesn't believe in wasting her day. If not passing the time by reading stories or listening to music, she is at work going beyond the necessary quota in order to impress her superiors. Because of this, some might brand her a perfectionist, and in some ways they would be right: Samara doesn't enjoy failure, or losing. She is encouraging to others and tries to find the best qualities in them, believing that everyone has something that makes them appealing, and that there is no excuse to find yourself lonely. In the middle of being introverted and extroverted, there will be days where she would prefer to be alone, and nights where she'd prefer to live it up and party with friends.

She is well-trained in the art of 'fair-spoken' and 'brazenly outspoken', using both as needed to handle a task before her, able to switch between the two at the press of a mental button. Her ability to tolerate others varies from person to person, but she always does her best to be patient before it begins to wear thin. A bit of a strategist, Samara will often work to find the holes in various plans of action and work to fill them, which she shows through her various projects both at work and on her own time. The professional, straight-A side of her is able to be suppressed when fun is the objective of the day, knowing full well how to separate the two. Some would also call her a bit of a geek when subjects capture her interest.

However, in spite of her patience, tolerance, and ability to have fun, Samara can very much hold grudges if she is crossed in a way that she believes belittles her strengths—which is far worse than her own personal failures. Ignoring her in favor of an idea that she already proved wasn't strong or consistent enough rubs her the wrong way. Because of this, it can be difficult for her to remain friends with someone who has the inability to listen to her. By nature she works to be the best at what it is she does, and often times her grudges can result in a temporary lack of socializing. However, should she be insulted to the point it equals her humiliation, Samara will avoid that individual whenever possible and, should they be unavoidable day-by-day, she will address them as blandly as possible without looking at them directly, preventing further deterioration of her mood.

Likes - Success in her tasks, praise for her ideas and solutions, criticizing flawed plans and ideas, scented candles and pleasant aromas, a good sense of humor, reading, music, films, dancing and singing, inspiring others, the sound of rain and quiet thunder, being right.

Dislikes - Anyone better than her at her strengths, consistent loud disruptions to a peaceful atmosphere, being ignored, flaws in design or strategy, terrible smells, being wrong, not being taken seriously.

Fears - Failing people that count on her, her family being harmed, being unable to accomplish something put before her, being isolated from others for too long, no one caring about her, heights, uncontrolled flames.

Quirks - Samara has a habit of singing when she believes she's alone, typically that of R&B and some hardcore rap, with the lyrics sometimes—not always—reflecting what kind of mood she's in. When something bothers her, or if she believes that something being done is an inconvenience, she will momentarily smile a little and break eye contact with anyone ahead of her.

Where They've Been

History - Samara is the oldest of three girls born to the Morgan family. The daughter of a successful advertising agent—company-running Henry Morgan—and former tennis star Keisha Morgan—formerly Keisha Young, her early aspirations had always been flexible. By four years old she wanted to play tennis like her mother. By five years old she wanted to run a company of her very own. By six years old, she had wanted to be both of those things at once. Her father had prioritized education and told her that she'd know what she wanted to be when the time came, and Samara had stuck to that ever since. However, even though he gave her all the tools necessary to learn and grow outside of the school system, there was plenty enough room for her to have a healthy social life and make friends at school. The early-to-bed and early-to-rise mentality had been adopted from both parents; when her father had gotten up for work, Samara was often awake too, nose deep in literature with a quiet tune in the background.

One day she overheard her father speaking of a major offer being given to him by a company known as Galatec. They wanted his advertising agency to begin spreading news about Galatec's imminent arrival and the things they intended to bring with them. It wasn't a surprise that a company needed his help, and what they offered both him and his employees for their services was a significant bonus that he didn't have the heart to refuse. After a little research and dozens of phone calls made, Henry had agreed and begun to lay the foundation to welcome Galatec's arrival to New Earth. For reasons unknown to Samara her father had ended up taking a short leave of absence from home, but wasn't willing to disclose where. Her mother assured her children that he would be back before they knew it. Thankfully, she was right, something Henry often complimented her on. But Henry was different when he returned. Anything brought into the household had to be checked over by him first. If it was any food or water, it had to be examined with care, and the food had to be eaten organically, denying anything processed.

It wasn't until education was no longer required that Samara had begun to ask why, with her father assuring her that he'd explain it to her in time. That time came sooner than expected. Everything was about Galatec; they were all over the news, and the friends Samara made at school had begun to talk about them with more affection than they ever had their math homework. It didn't take long for her to figure out that Galatec wasn't what they said they were. The appeal in their products was extremely exaggerated and their marketing strategy was lackluster on their own. Her father wasn't giving it his all in selling the product, but he was doing just enough to keep his job with them—they had absorbed any other smaller businesses and brought them into the fold.

It was her mind that saved her from hard labor. She had begun to work with her father for Galatec, all while gradually understanding that they were doing something to the populace that they couldn't prevent on their own. Samara was instructed to keep her head down and work diligently to avoid catching their eye, and so she did. To ease the load of pressure off of her father, Samara's previous ambitions had disintegrated in favor of keeping her family taken care of. Her father was at work with someone within the company (The Mentor) and eventually she was introduced to them personally, being praised for her ability to accomplish anything related to technology, time management, and creative thinking.

The days of her early youth, pretending she was a crime fighter, were soon coming to life. Learning of a resistance in the shadows that worked to bring Galatec's crimes to light were a source of inspiration for her to continue working in a bleak, dream-deprived world that didn't want her ideas to bolster humanity, but instead keep them kneeling. Samara may not wear a suit, but it didn't mean she couldn't fight the battle against Galatec in her own way.

Talents - Samara is skilled on electronic devices ranging from portable to supercomputer; she can type quickly, break down information in front of her at a higher-than-average rate, and understand nearly any program or device placed in front of her in record time. Although her ability on a computer is worthy of recognition, she also has a natural knack for public speaking, something she'd credit her father for. Lastly, she's lithe; none of her tech savvy had prevented her from frequently exercising.

Hindrances - Emotionally, Samara can hold on to the worst situations she's found people in, especially if it has hurt her in some fashion. Because of this, she is absolutely terrible at moving past a bad interaction and has nearly no shame in holding on to it. Physically, Samara is quick on her feet, but when it comes to self-defense she is limited without a weapon in hand, making her extremely vulnerable if unprepared for a worst-case scenario of imminent capture.

Powers - N/A

Equipment - Samara's cellular device contains images of things dear to her, also serving as her MP3 device and portable information retriever. It is protected by a red casing that not only stops physical damage, but also prevents water from damaging an already water-proof case. If she has no music, she may as well be another Galatec drone.

Bonus Round

Quotes - No.
Theme Song - Never.
Aspiration - Freeing New Earth. Everything else has become secondary.

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As Mable's final act in her concert concluded, she let out a sigh of relief. For once she actually had difficulty getting through a performance. While she danced and sung, her mind recalling the steps, timing, and lyrics, she was distracted by the message she had received from the silent githkin. She'd always had trouble focusing on something when she so badly wanted something else. That's why it took her a moment to realize that something was wrong. The curtains had begun to close, and the lights had been shut off. Such an instant change of tone was not befitting of a pop concert. Mable quickly looked around to gauge her surroundings, and saw two cloaked figures heading towards her holding knives. Her eyes widened, and she prepared to defend herself. She figured she could easily take them down, for all they knew she was just a weak popstar.

But perhaps she could keep up that facade a little longer...

"No, get away!" Mable screamed as loud as a trained singer could, and began to run away from her attackers. She led them towards the curtains, and turned to face them. As they got within striking distance she grabbed the curtain behind her and yanked it down, jumping backwards at the same time. The stage was in clear view of the crowd now, and here Mable was, on her behind crying as two people bore down on her with weapons.

"Someone help, they're going to kill me!" Mable cried out, flashing the cloaked individuals a grin as she backed into the crowd of faithful, and for once thankfully ravenous fans.

[Assistant]
It was a surreal experience for Tommy to walk through the tunnels, on the way to fight a bunch of githkin. He'd never held a gun in his life, and now he was reading training manuals on how to use this extremely powerful battle suit to deal massive damage. Apparently his suit was equipped with a special shield, different from the rest. It would be just like throwing a Frisbee, Tommy would get it in no time!... Except that he had never thrown a Frisbee either.

Tommy shook his head as he saw the githkin using the rebel as a human shield. No no, that simply would not do. He took a stance and expanded his shield, a large round thing that was large enough to cover almost his entire body and had a little slit for his gun in it. He almost tripped as he was surprised by just how large the thing was. Oh well, it was throw time!

"Yo, githkin assholes! Get ready to be... ugh, violently and unceremoniously incapacitated!" he said, as he threw his shield, aiming towards the neck of the githkin using the rebel as a shield.


[System]
Fen Saffron

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Basics
Fen: Shortened version of Fenrir, the mythological wolf in Norse Myth.
Saffron: A shade of yellow/orange.

Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Wolf Faunus
Appearance Description: Fen stands at 6 feet, but it can be hard to tell when he's in his usual hunched stance. His body is also surprisingly toned considering how lean he appears. His black shaggy hair is long enough to cover his wolf ears on the top of his head, and accentuates his yellow eyes. He usually keeps a disgruntled look on his face, but when he encounters something that amuses or excites him, he flashes a grin, showing his sharp teeth. For clothing, he prefers light clothing suitable for the desert. But he always wears his light yellow scarf, an old gift from his father.
Allusion: Big Bad Wolf

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Personality
Personality: At first, Fen seems lethargic. He seems disinterested in everything, and when he talks, he only speaks a couple words at best. Still, this makes him surprisingly approachable as he treats everyone with a casual manner. However, this outward demeanor is partially a facade to catch people off-guard. In truth, he loves riling people up, whether it's getting close up to people, or making the occasional acerbic remark amidst his listless comments.

Fen's true personality is certainly more active. He prefers observing others, enjoys getting people out of their comfort zone, and engaging in banter. Despite this irritating behavior, Fen doesn't do this out of malice. He actually likes interacting with people, but feels like he can't help himself with teasing them. But at the same time, he wouldn't want to push someone too far with his actions, and dislikes people who do. He's loyal to anyone he considers a friend, and makes blunt remarks as he would hate to lie to them.

While he isn't a bookworm, Fen enjoys learning about new things. He'll observe how people do things, and will listen intently to their words. Part of it stems from his perceived lack of purpose; Compared to others, he doesn't have any particular reason to be a huntsman, nor does he put any heavy effort in doing so. And it's because of that, that he wants to seek something more than fighting and aggravating people for fun.

Likes:
Eating
Learning about new things
Finding new hobbies
Teasing people
Things he finds cute

Dislikes:
Hunger
People who abuse their power
Being deceived
Making cute things cry
Having nothing to strive for

Motivation: Because he's good at hunting. And he wants to find more meaning in it.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

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Biography
Country of Origin: Vacuo

Bio: As far as he could remember, Fen was always traveling with a person he called his father, an old huntsman known as Aramis Saffron. He didn't know his exact origins, whether Aramis was his actual father, or perhaps he was found after some Grimm attack as a sole survivor. His father never talked about it, nor did Fen ever care about where he came from. Whatever the case was. Fen simply followed his father wherever he went, generally in areas where Grimm attacked. His upbringing was a spartan one; His father taught Fen what he needed to survive, but he often had to endure on his own due to the perils of the Vacuo desert and his father's occupation. But despite this bizarre and dangerous life, Fen enjoyed it. Eventually however, his father enrolled him into the nearest combat school, only stating to Fen that he taught all he could to him.

Fen never questioned Aramis, but he wondered what exactly he was suppose to learn in school. Anything involving fighting felt easy to him, compared to what he faced before. His feelings slowly changed however, as he began to communicate with the people around him. He was used to letting his father doing all the talking whenever they went to a settlement. But now, he had to do it himself. He found that people actually wanted to interact with him, whether it's to teach them something he did naturally, or just to get to know the aloof faunus.

While he never fully connected with anyone in his school days, Fen felt a twinge of regret not doing so. But he also gained a sense of curiosity of the world. And it was seeing this newfound interest in new things that Aramis decided to transfer Fen to Beacon Academy, a place where Fen could broaden his horizons.

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Combat
Weapon: Fen uses a pair of boxy-looking tonfas called Gjöll. They can fire rifle rounds through the long shaft, and the grips have separate triggers in them on each side, letting him either fire them normally, or use the recoil to strengthen his melee strikes. Additionally, he can combine the bottom sides of Gjöll into one, forming blades at the end and letting him use it as a axe. As the tip is uncovered, he can still fire rounds, and he can even load a more powerful dust bullet in axe mode. The axe can also unload a bipod in this form, in case Fen needs support for both aiming and the massive recoil from firing.

Semblance: Fen's Semblance Devour, lets him absorb kinetic energy to empower him. As he gains more energy, his physical capabilities become stronger. He can even unleash all the energy at once for a single attack, although he has to use all of it.

Fen has two different ways he can absorb energy. He can passively gain the energy made from his own movements, slowly getting stronger as a fight goes on. But the fastest way to gain energy is taking attacks head-on, using his aura to absorb most of the damage. There are several weakness to this however. Fen can't absorb attacks that would overwhelm him otherwise, nor can he defend against attacks he's completely unaware of. The energy also slowly dissipates when not in use.

[User]
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B E A C O N A C A D E M Y
G R E A T H A L L
K I N G D O M O F V A L E

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Bren knew there was someone approaching him as he felt the quiet rumble of Ajax pressed against his leg. The previously slumbering, or as close to sleeping as one of his spirits could get, wolf-like dog now had his head raised and ears pricked forward; small tendrils of blackish energy flickering off his form. He rested a hand on Ajax's head, "Easy now, we're all friends here." The rumble stopped as Violet trotted up to them and he couldn't help the surprised chuckle at her calling his spirit cute, that was a descriptor he'd never heard used to describe them before. "His name is Ajax and yes he's one part of my semblance. There's two others, but it takes a lot of effort to keep all three of them from running amok."

He kept one hand on the back of Ajax's neck, he wouldn't attack unless he was told to but they did sometimes have mind of their own, and he didn't want to start off his time at Beacon with someone getting a finger bitten off. Normally he didn't let people pet his spirits, since they weren't exactly real dogs, but she seemed harmless enough. He didn't think he'd ever met anyone this excitable in his entire life, but there were all sorts at Beacon. He shrugged, "Sure you can pet him. He's not completely corporeal so it might feel a bit weird." A simple downward hand gesture was enough to make Ajax's tensely coiled form relax into a more welcoming posture. The small pinpricks of yellowish light that burned in his eyes were still intently focused on this, as Bren now noticed, rather small girl in front of them.

He set his reading to the side and sat up a bit straighter against the wall before holding out a hand to her with an easy smile on his face. "Name's Bren by the way. Bren Adalwolf. It's nice to meet you." His father had always taught him to be polite to everyone and just because he wasn't under the watchful eye of his family anymore didn't mean he was going to let his manners slip away. Besides, if he was going to succeed in the initiation the next day, it wouldn't hurt to have a few people who knew him by name.

[Assistant]
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B E A C O N A C A D E M Y
T H E G R E A T H A L L
K I N G D O M O F V A L E

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 Violet must have had a strange perception of what cute was, because this little shadow creature was adorable. Indeed, she three metal spheres and legs in the rough shape of a dog was cute, and don't forget the massive armored truck.

 "Ooh, Ajax! That's a cool name." She said, doting over him, hands on her cheeks. "And there's two more. Wow."

 Grinning that she had permission, she used her soft fleshy hand to stroke the top of the dog's head. Her hand did sink in a little bit, prompting a retraction of her hand and a giggle. "Wow! Oohh," her voice went into a kind of baby speech mode. "Who's a wittle incorporeal twoublemaker? You are!"

 As Bren introduced himself, she seemed to remember he was there. "Oh, um," She backed up a step, straightening her back. She rubbed the back of her neck with her metallic hand. Clearing her throat she tried to compose herself. But it was clear she was still fawning over the adorable dog in her innermost mind. "Heh. Hi, Bren Adalwolf."

 She returned the handshake with her right hand, the one that was skin. "I'm uh, Violet. Violet Skye Syrfi. You can just call me Sky, though. There's an 'e' on the end of my middle name, but not on the end of my nickname. It's- it, uh, it doesn't matter. You can spell it however you want, really." She said. She returned the handshake a little too vigorously before disengaging from it.

 "So, you a, you a student? I mean, obviously, you are." She flattened out the edges of her pajama shirt. "I'm a student. I've- y'know. Wanted to be a huntress for a while. Ob-obviously." She cleared her throat.

 "Well, um. Wow, sorry. Nice to meet you, too, Bren! I'm just, uh, a little nervous, I guess." She grinned sheepishly. It was like watching a fish die on the sun-warmed wooden boards of a pier.

 "Are you, uh...from around here? I'm from Vale. Work at, uh, a garage kinda thing. Well, I will, I'm just apprenticing right now. Part time. Of course- my main job is gonna be, uh, Huntress. Hopefully. If I f-fail, then, I guess I'll be a mechanic full time!" Her voice got high pitched and she shrugged.


[System]
Age: 21
Bio: Loreena was the second child born to Harold and Tiana, a bit of a surprise so soon after the arrival of Annalise. She was a bit of the opposite of her elder sister, darker in hair and skin and also possessed a disdain for all things court related as she grew out of the nursery.

She loved her books, often sneaking down into the library and reading long into the night. She devoured books like a starving man would a loaf of bread, and it was discovered that she possessed an eidetic memory, making her classes a breeze for her, though it seems like applying her knowledge to real life provided a challenge. Lore was also the first, and seemingly only, of her sister to show any skill in magic, swiftly coming under the tutelage of the royal mages. She is able to pick up a skill quickly, but mastering it takes time.

Her most secret and ardent desire is to go on an adventure. To visit a far off land, to learn new magics from various teachers, and to write an adventure story of her own. For this reason, she is, perhaps, the most interested of her sisters in the plan their father laid out for them to marry one from a different kingdom. As long as he has books, or doesn't mind her building a library, and a sense of adventure, she will be content.

[User]
Jinayah stood politely in the great hall, waiting for the ceremony to be over. It may have looked like she was bored on the outside, but inside, she was having quite the panic. She had yet to speak a word to the foreign princes. Gifts! Why hadn't she thought of that? Then again, it's not like she was one to win over people with fancy presents. Her preferred method of making friends was finding common ground and matching over that. So what if said common ground had been arguments over the best swordsmith and one actual duel over the reputation of the best bowyer in the business?

What was she going to do? For the first time in her life, Jin felt afraid of who she was. Forget falling in love; that fairy-tale nonsense was bound to be impossible. What if none of these men would simply put up with her? What if her natural inclination just scared them off? Then her father would be down one crucial alliance, and there could be an easy weakness against the growing threat of the empire! She had more or less accepted her fate as one of her father's "pieces on the board". But now she was rethinking things. What if everything was ruined? Because of her? AGAIN?

The ceremony ended at some point and people began to drift away. She also left in a distracted manner, her feet moving on their own, and her head adrift in thought.

It was no hidden secret in her heart that she felt responsible for her mother's death. Her siblings had treated her a bit differently in their early years. Sulhana's cutting remarks had lasted the longest. Unfortunately, some of them had been memorized in the corner of her mind, and burned like a fresh cut. Her father, gods bless him, had done his best to connect with her. But to look at your child and to only see the face of the one you loved, gone because of that same child… It was no wonder they never spoke anymore. She understood it plain – her birth and Mother's death had put them on this path. Maybe if Mother had been alive, there would have been a different solution to alliances. The four of them wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe if she had never been born at all –

Jin took in a sharp breath, feeling her eyes swim. Suddenly, she just felt so out of place. Her chest seemed to buckle in on itself. The candles in the hall seemed to swirl around her, the very stone closing in. She struggled to breathe. Outside, she had to get outside. Luckily, she was nothing if not fast, and her strong legs carried her to the nearest exit past the Court of Flowers.

It seemed she was right back where she had started, in the training yard. In her ballgown and regalia, she probably looked absolutely ridiculous. She strode to the shed where the training blades were kept, feeling her chest start to loosen the moment she laid hands on the sword set aside for her. Familiar steps drew her into the sword dance, and she quickly lost herself in the motions. She would go the party, and soon, but first she had to calm down, her own way.

[Assistant]
Once the introductions and brief mingling came to an end, Erick was sure it was now the appropriate time to leave as did his council concur; they had travelled not too far but the remainder of their journey had taken them from daybreak that morning - enough as such that he sought to refresh himself and his company also would be of a similar mindset. The invitation to The Court of Flowers seemed by all accounts as though it was to be a private affair, Erick knew his men, his council, could not follow him there and he anticipated the event would certainly be a world apart from the halls and tents full of warriors, drinking and rough-housing as to which he was far more accustomed. The Jörda prince had somewhat limited associations with women too, and the kind that might have circulated the camps were unlike this kind, the wholesome women of Jörda also, were unlike this kind - he wasn't sure what to expect but, he wasn't the only one he supposed.

Erick had requested he'd be directed to his chamber, his company too, which was modest in number, had some accommodations in the palace grounds and they'd dispersed to eat, drink and rest. "Try to remember, son of Henrick, why you are here" said his council, a much older man with dark hair heavily dusted with grey, it was loosely braided as was his medium length beard; he had spoke in the Jörda tongue, gripping Erick's shoulder and giving the prince a firm, intense look, before he then patted it heftily. The man passed Loreena's gift back to Erick, raising his eyebrows for a second and pulling a smile before making his leave for refreshment, the prince watched him as he disappeared along the empty corridor.

When the Jörda prince finally found himself alone in his room, it came as great relief, although he knew it couldn't last as he'd have to prepare himself for the evening - his belongings had already been delivered here. Erick sat heavily on the bed, letting a deep sigh from his nose, he wondered exactly how soon the marriages were to take place and how long too before he (presumedly) would return to Jörda with one of them, or were the alliances to stay centrally within Astalia for the time being? He hoped this would not be the case. He played with the small box in his palms, pulling a thoughtful pout before he opened it slowly, producing the deep yellow jewel; it appeared almost as liquid gold when the light rebounded upon it, the jewel enrobed within the black, grey and golden ribbon reflected the colours of his house, it was truly beautiful.. 'a symbol of loyalty and trust', had the Princess Loreena meant those words, or was it the talk of court? In any case, Jörda needed the military clout of Astalia, and perhaps some mages, too.

Erick, after a short time of contemplation, refreshed and readied himself for the evening to come, for he likely smelled of the horses, speaking of which, he'd be sure to check on Sinir later this evening. The prince had swapped his blue cloak for one much lighter in weight, it had no fur but a detailed golden trim, this was slung and pinned over one shoulder with a formal appearance, and he'd changed into a similar outfit although he'd removed the quilted tunic and wore only a light coloured, mid-length long sleeved shirt, belted, it had some fine and subtle embroidery at its front fastenings at the chest - it was fairly simple but more comfortable attire, as Astalia was comparatively warmer. Erick still wore the variety of heavy golden rings, he had a dense cuffed golden bangle of a serpentine design on his right wrist, whilst on the left a robust leather bracelet with beaded silver charms was wrapped firmly with a few rotations before it was tied, Loreena's jewel was compact in size that it could be woven and secured into the bracelet, and presented itself as the most illustrious charm amongst the adornments.

The Jörda prince now ready to attend was escorted by an Astalian attendant who led the prince without a word through the maze (and magnificence) of the palace before finally slowing to a halt, they directed him along a hall to the door to the court. Erick arrived in time to see the half-orc prince linger for a few moments before moving on into the courtyard, he could hear the noise of the powerful waves reverberate through the stone. He made his way to follow in the wake of the Afdan prince - into the mild evening air and the setting sun bouncing around a warm, dream-like glow within the opulent surroundings of the courtyard.


[System]
Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Shiekah

Role: Sage

Appearance:

Personality: Rikshath is rather intelligent, possessing an eidetic memory and observational skills that are second to none. On top of this, he has knowledge of the stories and legends of lore, particularly those centering around the Godessess' chosen ones. However, the topics he prides his knowledge on are those of magic and the Sages.

Rikshath is a bit on the quiet side when one first meets him, but he'll slowly warm up over time. He is a true and loyal friend, though not much help in a physical fight. He prefers to keep his distance, and use his magic and ranged weapons to keep his foes at bay. As such, he's not much for physical activity.

Special Item: The Seven Medallions

Weapon: He mostly wields fire-based magics, as that was always his element of choice. He is able to toss fireballs about, wield the intimidating Din's Fire, and attack foes with streams of fire. He's also able to use Farore's Wind for short-range teleportation. Attached to his left leg is a pouch of throwing stars, which he likes to use in tandem with his fire magic.

He can also wield a bit of shadow magic, but that amounts to launching balls of shadow and being able to hold his foes with a shadowy-hand.

History: Rikshath grew up learning about the roles that the Sages have played in Hyrule's history, as well as studying magic. He always preferred fire magics, but has studied on other forms. However, he's not had the time to master any magics, though he's adept with fire magics and can manage some basic shadow magics.

Song: Rik's Favorite Song [Gerudo Valley]

Other: He is a direct descendant of Impa, and takes pride in that fact. Also, he insists his friends call him 'Rik'.

[User]
Slink had been watching the people that had arrived, they had not even seemed to acknowledge him so he knew they would not fight him unless they needed to. He heard the voice again, this time saying that the once gathered here could open the door, now things were getting interesting. So it had seemed that the mysterious force had gathered all of them here for some sort of reason, it couldn't be destiny because he was not a firm believer in it. The Lizalfos watched the boy open the door without much effort, and so the boy entered. Feeling compelled, Slink followed close behind and saw the sword. It held some of the best craftsmanship that he had seen and he doesn't even use swords.

The Lizalfos stood silently behind the lad and his eyes went to the girl, why had she not kept the door opened if she had been inside this entire time. Slink did not know what to make of the situation so he remained silent, watching. To be honest, it was rather interesting that some mysterious force had called this group to the Temple of Time. Though, now his mind began to wonder on what they would be doing now that they arrived. His head turned to the boy who had spoken his question, good, somebody spoke for him.

[Assistant]
Kierven watched his pursuer go the other direction and grinned to himself. he strolled into the temple in a seemingly causal manner, though anybody that knew him was well aware that he was more than ready to react to anything at any given time. He made a mental note to repay the mercenary as he made his way towards the warrior.

He was in awe of the temple, it was so grand, a majestic sight to be sure, he could definitely feel a strong magical force, it wouldn't take a powerful music user to tell this place was special. It filled him with determination, to do what, he didn't know. His eyes widened as he noticed the imposing lizard, he almost warned Lux until he noticed the lizard seemed likely to be have been called by the spirit. As he reached the trio, he interrupted whatever conversation they might've been having without hesitation. "So, a Lizalfos, a mercenary, and a travelling musician walk into a temple..." he stated, mocking a typical joke format to call out the odd collection of people in the area. He split an infectious grin as he did so, then going on to introduce himself as Kierven.

[User]
Soon the royal procession reached its destination and Princess Stella climbed up onto the top of a tall podium erected for her, of course it was decked out with the royal flag and essentially made her the princess on the pedestal. Stella looked out at the expectant crowd who cheered and generally made a lot of noise. Expectant eyes glued onto their noble princess. Stella closed her eyes briefly, put a hand up to her chest, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and started her speech.

"Welcome honored citizens of Hyrule and visitors from afar. Thank you all for coming to celebrate our glorious kingdom this Founder's Day." As soon as she had started her speech the crowd instantly grew quiet as they listened intently.  "As many of your know our Kingdom has not always been stable, wars have broken out, evil has nearly taken over time and time again. But each time the honorable citizens of Hyrule have stood up to this tyranny and fought back evil time and time again. Our ancestor's were great legends who will live on in stories for all to enjoy and marvel about. I know I have from time to time but it is now up to us to keep this kingdom safe."

Stella looked out at the crowd who now had quite a lot to think about. She smiled sagely at some who even seemed a bit troubled. "We celebrate the founding of this kingdom because it started a legend that has continued to this day. Even now our great kingdom stands as a beacon of hope, a shining example, and a pristine bulwark against evil. I love this city, this kingdom, and especially all the people who occupy and visit it." Stella lifted her hands above her head and a great ball of light grew above her and started to trail up into the sky. She then brought her hands together in front of her chest, lowered her head, and closed her eyes as if in prayer, while the ball of light continued to rise.

"I pray that everyone of you will continue to help bring prosperity and safety to this kingdom. May the Goddesses's blessings rain down upon you as we share our experiences together this Founder's Day. Now," Stella smiled, brought her hands out in front of her, palms up, and looked out at the crowd, "may the true festivities begin!" With that royal proclamation, the bands started to play and her ball of light exploded into a cascade of colors, reds, blues, golds, and silvers spread themselves across the sky like glitter. The crowd cheered as Stella gave a formal bow to the people and left her place on high.

As the festivities started to get super rowdy Stella could only think, "Now I just got to figure out how to get out of here so I can check out the Temple of Time! I really need to know what's going on!"

[Assistant]
As the speech started, Rikshath listened, impressed with how the speech seemed personal, though he could tell with certain inflections that it was surely rehearsed as well. No matter, it was a lovely speech anyway. However, midway though the speech, Rikshath felt the tugging on his mind again. 'You are near the Princess yes? Do the land a favor, help her get away if the need arises. Ah and, if you want to talk back to me, just project your thoughts towards the Temple of Time. I'll be able to hear them.' As the Sage listened, he composed a message of his own for the mysterious entity.

'Mm. Yes, I am indeed near the Princess. As for getting her away... well, the parade and her speech are near the end. I'm sure that I'll be able to find a way to get her away from here realtively unnoticed. Ah, in fact, I think the timing's just about right. I'll contact you when we are heading that way.' Rik cut off the telepathic there, as the festivities had gotten rowdy. Even some of the soldiers had joined in. Rik focused on his vast magic reserves, picking his spell wisely. After all, success or failure at this point depended on which spell he chose to use.

Farore's Wind!

Rik then warped right to where the Princess was, appearing in the shadows and staying unnoticed by the guards. "Princess, I can escort you to the Temple of Time if you wish. I'm sure you can convince someone you need to head back to your room or something. From there, I'll get us to the Temple. It'll only take a couple of warping spells for us to get there as quickly as possible. Quickly, time is of the essence."

As he told her this, he projected his thoughts toward the Temple of Time, to the mysterious voice emenating from that spot. 'Mm. I'm getting ready to enact a plan that won't panic the people about a kidnapped Princess, as that'd only slow us down. Perhaps we can pull it off like she's gone to bed for the night. However, I can't say how long it will be before we get there.'

Rik glanced around as he waited for the reply from the Princess. The guards that were "nearby" were seemingly gravitating more an dmore toward the festivities, though the only thing he suspected that held them back was their duty to guard the Princess. Rik then got an idea. A risky one, but one that would pay off it it worked. "Fellas, why don't you go on down and join the fun, mm? As you can see, I'm a Sheikah, and certainly not likely to harm the Princess at any point." One of the guards hesitated.

"How can we be sure you are who you say you are?" he asked. Rik nodded. "Mm. Your skepticism is certainly welcomed and understandable. Fine, a demonstration from the Sheikah sage Riksath." With that, Rikshath focused on his magic, before launching a series of fireballs into the air, which exploded like fireworks into all sorts of different colors, causing the crowd to cheer clap before partying some more. Rik turned back to the guards. "Mm. Proof enough?" he asked. The guards nodded before moving off. Rik then turned to the Princess. "Mm. Very well. Now, let's find some sort of exit under the pretense of you being tired, shall we? After all, the Temple of Time awaits for both of us."

[User]
Stella was quite surprised when Rikshath appeared near her from the shadows. Her surprise was quickly overtaken by the words the sage spoke, about how he could get her to the Temple of Time. It appeared her way out was secured and it also seemed the voice had not only contacted her, but Rikshath as well which made her even more excited at the prospect of finding out what was going on.

After his little display, most of the guards were satisfied with Rikshath's credibility. Stella gave a quick nod and pretended that all the activity had gotten to her. Her skin turned paler than usual, thanks to a little light manipulation, her eyelids seemed to grow heavy and more movements appeared unsteady and slow.

"Princess are you alright?" Questioned one of the guards looking concerned.

"Yes, I'm quite fine, but I fear I need some rest. I do not want to burden you all with the task of taking me back, I am sure you all wish to enjoy the festivities. So if it would not be too much of a burden," Stella turned to Rikshath and asked, "would you please escort me back home. I am sure one member of the ever vigilant Sheikah will be more than enough for this purpose."

Several of the guards did not look to happy about leaving her but they were not about to ignore the princess' kindness. "Very well your grace. Make sure you do your job." One of the royal guards grunted and then they moved off.

"Now then," Stella turned her full attention to the sage eyes piercing into his own, and he eyes seemed to twinkle with delight and curiosity. "Shall we depart?" Her voice was still that of the royal, demure princess since they were still in range of the people around but her face had already shaken off her royal mask, unmistakable joy plastered on her face at the mere thought of figuring out what was going on.

Few people could be prepared for the pure and honest face of the princess seeking out the answers to her millions of questions.

[Assistant]
Rikshath watched with amusement as his plan continued to go off without a hitch. "would you please escort me back home. I am sure one member of the ever vigilant Sheikah will be more than enough for this purpose." Rik nodded at this. He saw that the guards were not happy with it, but ended up bowing to the princess' wishes anyway. 'Mm. Sheesh. They really are spineless... no wonder they're really only here for appearances.' Rik noted as the princess turned to him.

Even though, Rikshath had suspected that the princess was longing for some excitement and adventure, he had to hid his surprise as her face took on a new look, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Shall we depart?" Rik nodded, grabbing a hold of Stella's shoulder with his hand. "Mm. You may feel a slight feeling of being squeezed through a tube, especially if you've never teleported before. However, it'll pass, as will any possible queasiness. I can't take us straight to the Temple, but I can get us out of sight from the festivities." Rik said to her, before concentrating on his magic again.

Farore's Wind!

The two found themselves outside the festivities, in the empty streets. Rik took the time to compose a quick message. 'The princess and I are on our way.' Rik projected the thought to the Temple of Time, before turning to Stella. "Mm. There. The presence in the Temple knows we're on our way. We'd best not keep them waiting." he said, before walking alongside the Princess to the Temple, keeping an eye out for anyone who might spot them. Fortunately, it seemed the streets were empty, and Rik soon saw the Temple standing before them in all its splendor. Rik held the door open for the Princess, before entering himself.

Inside, he saw a Lizalfos, and two others, as well as a girl with a seemingly ethereal aura. Rik nodded to the girl. "Mm. Sorry to keep you waiting, but the Princess had an important parade and a speech to give. However, we are here." Rik said, examining each of the figures in the room.