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Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Significant Other: Hugh Van Halder
Hair color, texture, length, style: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.

Eye look, shape & color: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.

Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones.

Body Type: Toned body over all with very defined arm muscles.

Voice/Accent: Her voice has a tad deeper intonation than most women and is slightly raspy. Though not skilled in the magical arts of her people Sana has a stunningly beautiful voice when she sings but it is something that she rarely ever does.

Clothing: She wears a very simple halter top made of tanned leather that tied around the back of her neck and is trimmed in a deep brown rawhide. She wears a matching shorts that is slit on each side of her thighs as to not to hinder her movements. Her boots are a soft suede material that come up to just below her knees and lace up the entire way, soft soles, no heels. She wears a sheer mantle that flows to the ground and is trimmed in the same material as her halter top, usually pulled over her arms to hide their definition.

Armor: Snake Band Arm Cuff with Enchanted Garnet (Barkskin)

Weapons: She carried one small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak. Her other and main weapon is a Recurve Bow that was hand carved for her, she uses cedar arrows that resist warping. Silver Dagger found in the chest of a Liches Layer.

Spells: None

Natural Abilities: Agility, acrobatics, gymnastics, ambidextrous

Skilled: Excellent marksman with a bow and skilled dagger thrower. Knows some close combat fighting, using her bow in a staff like manner. When weaponless Sana will use her knowledge of acrobatics and gymnastics, combined with her agility, to attack and defend herself.

Personality: Quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She prefers to be left alone and detests asking for help. A very stubborn woman who prefers to do things alone than in a group. She can be quite volatile if provoked and tends to be a bit moody.

History: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know.

After she reached maturity she decided to leave the home and family she knew and set out on her own. Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Currently she wanders the land hunting and selling fur when she reaches a new town.
(A more in-depth history can be provided if needed.)

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Ellyn saw what was potentially going on after she screamed and she backed off feeling her throat. 'it... hurts...' she gasped out as she did, but quickly clung onto the bars as soon as she let go of them, she quickly spotted what was going on and wanted Ellis' trickery to unlock her quickly which he did so. Prancing around she collected all her things and with it dropped a song book which she grinned about. 'Hey guys! look!!! a song book!!! left from previous captors or somethin!?' Ellyn would ask her whole team in projection as she examined more of what was going on 'shoot no time to think about the new spellbook! I got my dress to put on!' she smiled as she put on her dress (she has a under-dress on underneath) and swiped her harp to hear Vivian's voice.

'Well!' Ellyn smiled 'let's see if I have a song in this book which was left!' Ellyn quickly skimmed through the pages 'so you want a song of healing??' she asked curiously as she found one, hoping that the ones who were attacking were finding everything ok untill she spotted a that the dwarf healed Vivian, looking down she sighed glumly, they were probably not going to trust her for a while after what she done.

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Tagged; Everyone in the party,

Steadily chanting an escape spell, Hugh sudden ear-ringing scream resounded through the room. Artos looked up with slightly surprised eyes, to see him ripping metal bars as if it was nothing, Good thing I didn't get to his bad side. he thought to himself, Jests aside, it seems like he has attained a blessing of some sort but he's gonna get himself killed without backup he continued. The Halfling, Ellis suddenly rustled about near his lock and the door creaked open. "My thanks." he said, eyeing the Halfling before walking to the low hum of magic, his armor, weapon and pouches were all stashed in the corner. Really bad placement he thought to himself, putting on his beloved armor and placing Red Trinitiy in its ornate holster.

Eyeing a book, humming with power, he quickly grabbed it and stashed it in his pouch for later reading. Also noticing that Ellyn grabbed a spellbook, a song book in particular. Approaching her from behind while she was looking at and reading it, he placed his face near hers to get a closer look at the book, not realizing that this might be a tad too close for comfort. "Interesting, mind showing me the book later?" he asked her, face still nearing hers with every second. "Well, we need to go and help out Sir Hugh now." he continued, holding out a hand to the Elf.

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Ellyn felt slightly uncomfortable the moment Artos was behind her and nearing his face to hers as he had a sneak-peek at the song book, but she shrugged it off thinking he won't do it again since it won't be that likely if he did. Upon hearing Artos's question she chuckled slightly and nodded 'I guess that's acceptable' she smiled as she blushed lightly while his face was nearing hers. Although she didn't feel anything yet she was hopeful that they will be great friends, that was until she felt warm inside again...

'why does he keep making me feel warm inside, I don't understand!' Ellyn thought to herself as the warmth kept growing 'I don't understand why I keep feeling so warm... I will maybe find out why later, but it's bugging me' It didn't help when he held his hand out and she gently placed hers on top of his, nodding. 'sure, let's go...'

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"Will you two love birds take a break,... there will be plenty of flirting and everything after the fighting has stopped." Vivian commented on their talking. "Also don't worry about the sleep spell, it probably made things a lot better then you would think. At least we are closer to our enemy and our goal, saving us the foot work." She said as she rose up. Her hand pushing down on Ellyn's shoulder. Using it to help her get up off the floor. She then took note how dry her voice was and took her canteen that she picked up from the pile and handed to her. "Still some water in there, can't afford to have your voice go on us." She said as she looked into the hall. "Especially seeing as the dwarf just used up a lot of his energy." She added, she let that sink in a bit. "Meaning you and your boyfriend are our only healers." She said refering to Artos as the boyfriend. Speaking of which,.. her head darted to Varis and gestured with her head.

 "I don't think we got to show off our skills to well,... lets show this dread lord what we can do." She had to pause though taking a deep breathe and closing her eyes. She then opened them, the room stopped spinning and the headache was gone. For how long, she didn't know. She would take advantage of that. She then relied on the moves she learned when she followed the path of the warblade. She followed mostly the Tiger Discipline. She then rushed in her blades turning to flames as she did so she swung her blades going for the necks of zombies as she made past Bjoric. She then leaped through the air decapitating two more zombies as she did so. She landed using her blades to stable her. She had a lot of catching up to do from the looks of it. The undead horde began to slow Hugh's pace though. "How many poor fools fell under this bastards spell and became his undead army?" She asked. Then one of the skeletons lunged at her after it was done cowering from the dwarf's spell. With shield and sword it shoved her to the ground. This time she controlled her fall into a roll and her swords spark and crack the skeleton's bones. Damn it, if only I had a blunt weapon.

 Ellis watched the scene, he did not know what Vivian was ,but what ever it was it was helping those who got left behind. Then again her and Varis were the only people he did not know about. Hugh was a paladin, Sana was a gypsy, Bjoric was a cleric, Artos was some form of battlemage who could heal, Ellyn was a bard, but Varis and Vivian were a mystery. He shook it off, something to inquire later he supposed. He then noticed all the undead where focused on the tall folks not little him. He smirked and shiethed his swords and then began running underneath the legs. It was times like this he enjoying being a shrimp. He crawled and moved dodging swings from everyone. He even caught up enough to duck and roll underneath Hugh's large feet. He then continued not stopping ducking and rolling in between legs.

 He managed to enter a room which had a chalice sitting in the center of it. He looked about as undead moved towards him. More specifically tall dark and scary himself. It was one hellish form of a ghost. He then saw past him and in the room sat Sana, on some stone slab. He ran and slid feeling the corpal touch nearly grabbing him and he sighed. His victory was short lived as he entered the room to see Sana, he was grabbed. He felt unearthly strength lift him up and he swung knocking its hood back and he looked into the terrifying visage of the lich. "Holy son of a..." The lich did not look happy at all. Then again you couldn't tell if it was sense half its face was gone. Specifically the parts that required him to use to smile. The lich then turned his gaze to Sana.

 Sana was strapped and tied to a stone slab. Ellis looked up to see some kind of large spike attacked to a chain that was right underneath the poor girl. Ellis did not want that to come down and he began to fight the Lich, punching and kicking. The lich felt its head fly back a little and it stared at Ellis causing his fighting to halt. What Sana saw next she would not enjoy, probably leave a nightmare or two. Green bolts of energy shot out from Ellis and into the lich. His very life source was leaving him and he felt weak. This was it,... this is how Ellis dies, he thought until it stopped at a inch away from killing him. It showed on the halflings features. His skin was pale and veins could be seen. The lich placed him down in a way he could watch Sana.

 "You will watch,...." He said as he began to prepare the ritual even further.

 Despite all the undead, Hugh and Garekk were tall enough to see it. The poor halfling fighting for his life and surely looked like it had failed. Standing between them was the Wraith and a few more undead. Garekk saw that the man had his armor back and he began to glow.... "Um you look better equiped to take it on, I will fight the more physical ones."


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(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

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Alias:
Sara Ackerman, Miss/Lady/Lieutenant Ackerman (or Reinhardt), Ma'am, Pale Titan, The Angel (of Humanity).

Species: Human, Intelligent Titan.
Gender: Female
Birthdate: April 18th.
Age: 25.
Height: 5' 7" (Human), 14 m (Titan)

Relatives/Relationships:
Kenny Ackerman - Biological Father (alive)
Rosa Reinhardt - Biological Mother (deceased)
Fae Reinhardt - Biological Sister (unknown)
Kuchel Ackerman - Biological Aunt (deceased)
Levi Ackerman - Biological First-Cousin; Older (alive)
Armin's Mother - First-Cousin/Once-Removed; Older (deceased)
Armin Arlelt - First-Cousin/Twice-Removed; Younger (alive)

Current Residence: Utopia District in Wall Rose.
Former Residence: Underground of Wall Sina.
Occupation: Elite Survey Corps Member, Lieutenant.
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.

Hair Color: Platinum-Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.

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Personality:
Even when she was a child, Sara always seemed to hold a sense of maturity, and very strong independence upon her being. Even though she grew up in a very corrupted and chaotic society, she stays quiet, calm, and level-headed - hardly ever losing her cool, even in the face of danger. However, when expressing such an emotion, Sara proves to be fierce and quite aggressive, especially when resorting to physical violence. Apart from this, she is a very methodical and patient individual, who always analyzes a situation before making any advances - although she does not always find this necessary, as she does have her impulsive moments.

After waking up, with the powers of a Titan, and not have much recollection of her early life, Sara seldom smiles, and gives off a rather cold, almost-stoic disposition, having to never give any signs of distress during escalating situations, and keep her head on seeing a mission to its end. She claims herself to be "not good with feelings", and admits on having a hard time making friends; personally, this makes Sara more of a socially-awkward, introverted person, rather than one who is antisocial, in spite of being seen alone, and using her own resources. Furthermore, due to all of her time fighting, and attempting to fulfill her purpose, Sara hasn't put in a lot of time being social.

Often very distant, and preferring to study people before giving away any personal info,

However, for all of her toughness and seemingly-detached nature, she does possess a more vulnerable side, even when it involves making close connections - especially romantic and familial ones. In fact, Sara is so noble, maternal, compassionate, and loyal on the inside, she will give protection, strength, comfort, and reassurance to anyone who might need it, giving off the impression of an "angelic" individual; hence the nickname "The Angel of Humanity". It's because of these traits that Sara is a fierce and determined fighter: She will do anything for the survival of herself and others, to the point where she's constantly finding ways to get out of predicaments.

Abilities:
Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding : Sara is so physically-excellent in blade-wielding and with her ODM gear, rumor has it that she may have been personally-trained by her more-proficient cousin Levi, or if she ever used it before joining the military; she would rather not tell. Her level of experience just might be a few inches higher than that of Mikasa.

Expert Combatant : Even before joining the military, Sara Reinhardt was trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, having to do feats that would allow her to fight dirty and overpower others. This has been extended into her Titan form, which makes her all-the-more dangerous. Considerable in her peak physical condition, she is also a strong and fast athlete with great reflexes in her maneuvers.

Hunting Expertise/Intuition : Controversy surrounds Sara with this skill. Considering that her father was an infamous serial killer, it is highly-possible that she may have learned tactics on how to pursue and avoid her targets, having to hold extensive knowledge on the ways of stealth, tracking, luring, and trapping, of which proves itself useful in her fight with the Titans - even while operating as one. This would arguably have made her the perfect assassin. She also shows some knowledge in gun-wielding, as well as creating and mixing edibles, whether medicinal or poisonous.

Awakened Power : Coming from a nearly-extinct bloodline of the Ackerman warrior-family, Sara inherits some kind of dormant power that can only be triggered whenever she's expressing the strongest of emotions, allowing her physical attributes to become far more developed than that of an average human; perhaps a "byproduct of Titan science".

Power of the Titans : Sometime in her early years, Sara acquired the powers of a Titan-Shifter, becoming referred to as the "Pale Titan"; the only Intelligent Titan with albino traits (like herself), whenever she transforms; nearly-identical to the Female Titan, in both the physical sense and special ability (skin hardening and willful regeneration). Standing at fourteen meters, Sara can easily dominate pure Titans, overpower a few Survey Corps members (who attacked her out of fear and confusion), and even rival herself with other Titan-Shifters.

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As the day had passed, Eren Jaeger was, as promised, now within her and Captain Levi's custody, having to become a frequent study by Hange, while having to be free from the intimidations and distrusts of the city. Of course, Kate was almost-always present when her Aunt had the teen under her thumb, but Sara couldn't quite complain, considering that they wanted more intel on his ability to transform.

Having to sit in the main serving room, where all of the soldiers are, the lieutenant sat in the corner, by herself, looking out the window, while taking a few occasional sips of her tea; her plate was already empty, so all she had to finish was the drink in her hand. The veteran still remembered her chat with Eren Jaeger, shortly leaving the room they were in earlier, after the trial.

From the point of knowing his name, Sara felt her obligation beginning to tick in her subconscious; that meant she had to keep a close eye on him, almost constantly. It was the last thing that she recollected from her past, leading her to believe that he was the key in helping her remember. As far as they have discussed, her cousin wanted the boy to sleep in a basement. Even though she didn't completely agree, it became reasonable for the wellbeing of their troops; the lieutenant gave a sigh of exhaustion at the realization, rubbing her eyes, and pinching the bridge of her nose.

[Assistant]
With Eren's situation squared away and the young man himself out of harm's way, there was at least a brief moment of calm, at least until the morning. So, for instance, now...people were taking their evening meal. Speaking of Katherine, though, she hadn't shown up like everybody else, not at the same time. In fact, it would be around the time Sara was finishing her meal that the light-haired lass would hear a telltale rolling sound. It was a distinct sort of noise. It was big, heavy, and wood. It was almost like a log, you might say. It wasn't a bad guess to take, even. In fact, better than bad, it was good, because the real answer was a loaded wooden barrel

In fact, looking over at the source of the sound, one might say that it was a powder keg, except that it was labeled 'Beans'.

The propellor of this rolling container took a steady path to the kitchen to get her food, obtained the night's meal, and then actually headed over in Sara's direction to take a seat nearby, steadying the barrel with using some deft foot control before making use of the salt and pepper on her meal. Kate Bellows treated this odd action like it was nothing. Whether it was actually nothing or not would require some probing, if one was up to it, because instead of explaining this business, the Brunette spoke thusly while enjoying her meal.

"I know the Elites didn't really take to the Titan-Shredders, since it doesn't mesh with their overall technique, but copies will be in circulation by the expedition, and I think they will like the new weapon."

Or was that an explanation? Those probably weren't beans in that keg. It was probably exactly what you think it is in there, and that means that Kate was planning on firing something, blowing something up, or both. The smirk on the girl's face said she was definitely looking forward to this. Despite the length of the day and what they'd had to do, she still had the time and energy for mischief, it seemed.

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Reinhardt was out of her Scout gear, only leaving the pants and boots on, while her vest was retired, revealing the white, sleeve-less t-shirt she wore underneath. Her pale arms, like the rest of her, nearly blended in with her short, snow-white hair, added with some muscle in her arms, given that she's clearly had plenty of exercise, in order to keep her body well-toned.

Leaning back in her seat, with one leg pulled up on the seat, the white-haired seemed to be quite distant in her thoughts, while nursing the cup of tea in her one hand. However, it was interrupted by the sound of something rolling. Looking to her right, the lieutenant took notice upon the younger caramel-haired woman, who happened to be Katherine...rolling a barrel of...beans? However, it was only at the last second that she remembered the other's intentions. Gazing at her for a few seconds, almost scanning her, with her blue eyes, just by listening to her explanation. A thin smile appeared on Sara's face, as she momentarily closed her eyes, and turned her gaze away, almost amusingly.

"Still determined on that prototype, Miss Bellows?", she asked with her usual cold yet soft voice. Sara didn't bother to add the word 'soldier' to the end of that sentence. She was just too exhausted to deal with being professional, after having to handle and train, as many of the new faces as possible, as well as steer the Military Police away from the quarters. "Damn it", she whispered to herself, frowning, feeling the exhaustion crawl through her.

[Assistant]
Yes, it did seem like she had come over to Sara with this thing because she would be in the know and would not give her hell over it. The Lieutenant - while she had been cold to people in the past - also seemed to have a certain soft side that Kate had been noticing. Eren could have ended up in alot of bad ways, but in her own way, she had shown that she cared for the plight of others as more than just doing the job or following orders. What is it they referred to this as? Going above and beyond the call of duty? Yes, that sounded right. Although, this was more like delving deeper into the heart of humanity, given the situation. In either case, it was a great quality to have, and definitely great to see it in a person like Sara Reinhardt.

In Kate's world of trying to make sense of the world and all the people in it, the people who behaved irrationally toward's Eren's plight seemed less and less human, and more like unthinking animals. The things they said back there... The MPs were a bunch of scared roaches, and it was deplorable. The first real victory, and they were prepared to waste it... Well, that was over now, and in light of that, Kate had indeed been getting a little more proactive with her work, her smile broadening as Sara remarked.

"I'll be demonstrating it at the base."

Plans were in motion, then. Now, while Kate was eating, she actually stopped when she heard Sara curse. She wasn't sure why it was she did that, at least not without noticing after a second that she was apparently rather tired. This seemed a good a time as any to broach a particular subject, something that'd been standing out to her that need not be, at least not with her. So, after a moment...

"You really don't have to be formal with me, you know. Everyone knows that I don't... I really don't think that way, about title and position and stuff. Makes me uncomfortable. Maybe one day I'll be Dr. Bellows...but right now I'm just Kate, or Katherine. Whichever works."

Because someone like Sara, who helped out a friend of hers, deserved to BE a friend, to be someone Kate cared about.


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Character Sheet:
Nicknames: Ghoul, Zombie, various other derogatory terms based on her visual appearance. Her friends calls her 'Yarn' occasionally.

Hero Name: Patchwork.

Age: Twenty-one

Gender: Female

Agency/Team: Justice For All.

Appearance:
At first glance, Nuime stands out quite a lot from a crowd of ordinary people. Her hair is pale grey and typically smoothly brushed, untouched by anything like curls and the sort. Long strands tend to fall over her face and bright crystal-blue eyes, partially in attempts to hide several long and cleanly visible black suture marks, running angular across her facial region. These suture strings can be found along her forearms and legs as well, no doubt spanning most of her body in cobweb designs, almost like a poor man's patched jacket.

Her daily attire seems to consist of rather ridiculously large sweaters and scarves meant to obstruct as much of her skin as humanly possible, but also serving the dual function of providing material for her Quirk in a pinch. The sweaters and scarves appear to shift between having hoods or not depending on what's needed at the time. And both seem to share similar archetypes, regardless of the type of clothes she wears. If she's wearing a sweater, it's always dull grey. And if she's wearing a scarf, it's always a dull maroon.

As for her hero outfit, it gets no less silly. The sheer volume of the clothes she wear would have villains tripping over themselves laughing from her ludicrous appearance. It consists of an incredibly fluffy jumpsuit with a high collar of what appears to be yarn, but weaved much, much denser. As a result, there's far more uniform than hero. This jumpsuit is the same type of dull grey as her typical sweaters and strangely enough lacks any and all kinds of buttons and zips for entering and leaving. Occasionally, it can be seen with a hood depending on the situation.

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Weapons: Cloth(?)
Hero Equipment: (include any superhero suit extras here) While perhaps not stand-alone extras, her jumpsuit contains quite a bit of extra cloth than actually needed, which she utilizes with her Quirk.

She also keeps a tiny box of suture string on her person.

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Quirk Section:

Name of Quirk: Cloth Manipulation.

Ability of Quirk:
Nuime's Quirk allows her to manipulate all types of cloth she's familiar with down to individual threads on a minuscule level. The cloth she has possession over can be reshaped and formed after her desires and even create entirely new objects. (Provided they're also made of cloth.) Patch Up also allows her to partially change the appearance and properties of cloth under her control to, for example, alter the colour or density.

Qualities of Quirk:
First and foremost the creation of various clothes come to mind, as well as different types of gear to protect others. Denser semi-protective bracers and masks with filter-like cloth to reduce harm from poisonous gasses. The creation of ropes or rope ladders which can be manipulated at range. Clean bandages in a pinch. Or creating on-the-fly parachutes.

The true strength of her quirk, however, comes from her manipulation of individual strings in the medical field. With the correct type of string, she can suture wounds in mere seconds if provided with a stable and clean environment to work in. At the same time, she can seek out foreign entities lodged inside the bodies of others, such as shrapnel and bullets, or parasites provided they're large enough. Removing them, while dangerous, is generally just as safe as ordinary field surgery if not slightly more so.

Strengths of Quirk:
Patch Up is incredibly versatile in the sense that its abilities to create are limited only to the practical function of the created piece, as well as Nuime's imagination. Likewise does it performs extremely well to partially treat open wounds by shutting them enough to prevent bleeding out. Coils of fabric can be 'Shot' towards a direction if properly prepared, provided enough material is granted to the leash.

Weaknesses of Quirk:
For a versatile Quirk as it is, it does come with quite a few drawbacks. First, it's slow compared to a lot of other creation Quirks, quite impractical to use under intense stress such as fighting. Second, the range of her Quirk reaches only as far as she can touch, meaning that without cloth or string on her person, her Quirk would be utterly useless. Third, while capable of increasing and decreasing the density of different types of fabric, it can never become too durable. A good punt would likely topple any wall of cloth she could produce, because at the end of the day, it's still just cloth. Fourth, fire. Fire is incredibly bad for all kinds of cloth, unless fire-proof. Fifth, manipulating too much fabric at once to create large pieces rapidly drains her.
Finally, the biggest weakness of her Quirk is that it's nigh impossible to use in an open confrontation. It's simply not meant for direct fighting.

Limits of Quirk:
The range of the Quirk is touch-based and must be maintained to keep control of whatever cloth she wishes to manipulate. Creating fabric out of thin air isn't possible, either, nor is creating volume or density from nothing. Laws of mass apply to all three things. Nuime must be familiar with the type of fabric as well, if she wants to manipulate it. New types of cloth appear fickle and difficult to manage for her. Manipulated cloth may travel a maximum of fifteen feet provided she maintains physical contact at all times. When weaving new objects, she also has to consider which type of cloth she's using. Wool, for example, would do miserably as a parachute.

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Biography:
Genetically inheriting a similar Quirk from one's parents wasn't at all unheard of in society, especially not for the esteemed family of surgeons and chemists all with Quirked designed for those particular fields. Nuime grew up in a family of four consisting of her parents and an older sister, who like her had inherited a Quirk in the same theming of their parents. Nuime's mother, an incredibly skilled surgeon, had a Quirk that allowed her to stem the flow of blood in others without clotting, while her father specialized in creating various rubber-based creations via alterations done to the chemical compound that made up the rubber itself. Her older sister's Quirk took after her mother's side, allowing the manipulation of various bodily functions in others through touch, while Nuime herself had taken after her father's textile creation-based Quirk in the form of fabrics.

Life was comfortable for most of her childhood, even after her Quirk manifested. Her family was relatively well off, with their own house in a good part of Musutafu far from the central regions where urban environment stood dense like forests. But even the most peaceful families had their issues. And in Nuime's case, it came in the form of her unstable older sister, who through her Quirk managed to kill several people, including their father. Before she was caught by authorities, however, a showdown between the two sisters resulted in Nuime's near-demise, left battered and cut open as her roamed free. In desperation of wanting to survive, Nuime sutured her own wounds with her Quirk, giving her the signature lines that today mark her body.

Years later, 'Patchwork' rose out of the ranks of the common heroes through partially faithful community service via her Quirk, as well as aiding more esteemed heroes on several occasions in capturing and detaining villains. This caught the attention of the Justice For All agency, who invited her to join their ranks.

Personality:
Judging by her choice of attires alone, one could easily think Nuime as a bit eccentric, which is partially true. Typically, she's a quiet sort, not because she has nothing to say, but because she finds it difficult to find and use the correct words. Her personality could perhaps be summed up to mildly awkward and hesitant when faced with social interaction, but at her core, she holds powerful beliefs in both justice and heroism, which lead her to pursue a life of helping others.

Due to the nature of her Quirk and its more gruesome side, she's grown an aversion to most kinds of violence if there isn't a need for it. Her soul is incredibly kind and passionate in spite of how little of such she gives off and could always be found soothing and helping the injured she was treating or performing light surgery upon.

But, she's rather insecure as well, particularly about the nasty suture marks lining her body and how they make her look almost zombie-like. Her self-perception isn't high at all due to people constantly poking at it.

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Other:

[User]
"'Ey there cupcake gawking at the big league folks still 'eh?" came a heavy Boston accented female from the side of Nuime. The woman was wearing a revealing unbuttoned green shit, a pair of short cut white pants, and a pair of dark sunglasses which shaded her eyes. She had long flowing orange hair, and curvaceous figure. Her tanned white skin was only blemished by a tattoo on her right shoulder that made out a skull with a knife through it. She was chewing on a stick of bubble gum and chuckled a little at the sign. The woman was better known by Nuime as the hero: Thought Bomb. She had the power of Spatial Telekinesis which made her a force to be reckoned with on almost any battlefield or circumstance. She was smiling and chuckling at the sight of her understudy still coming by and looking at the big building. Right next to her stood Roland Grey a short stocky man with bony features. His brown eyes stared aimlessly at his companion with annoyance. His white shirt, and black pants were more standard in Japan and he showed little more emotion than a rock at times. Still his ability to manipulate anyone's body was beyond compare but thankfully he was using his abilities to heal people and speed up recovery processes. Both of them were members of Justice for All.

"Well what's up? You off thinkin' about leaving us all high and dry and joining the big guys? They'd probably take yah if you asked to be a junior member. Still you'd be all bogged up in their regulations and press and politics. Besides that it'd be lonely at the office. Who else would look cute playing with her clothes in the corner huh?" Thought Bomb said as she chuckled to herself. Her real name was Cassie but she much preferred her super hero name. "Ugh...I hate this weather...I swear to god we better go back to the office soon..." Roland mumbled as Cassie glared at him with distaste. "I swear to god if you complain any more I'll shove a pole down your throat! You know Roland your my bro and all but you really need to get laid or something. And not with me." Cassie said with annoyance in her tone as she kept staring at the big JS lettering on the sky scraper. It was all in jest of course the two often kept smacking each other around verbally for lack of someone else to complain too. However more often than not it just seemed Roland just didn't care.

[Assistant]
Getting startled would have been an understatement for Nuime as she was addressed, her body tensing up for the briefest of moments before rational thought kicked back in. The piece of patchwork did of course recognize the voice, towards whom she turned her eyes and attention immediately. But that was it, for the next several seconds at least as she tried to formulate a response that wasn't just random mumblings. Both the heroes she stood faced with received first and foremost an apologetic bow, strands of white shifting around like a loose curtain from her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that I wanted to leave you. It was just a fleeting thought." She responded in a calm and even tone, with no hints of her prior surprise.

Nuime stood straight once more, crystal-blue eyes averting awkwardly from the pair as her hand was brought towards her face, struggling somewhat to settle her hair again with the newspaper taking up three of her five fingers. It did serve to passively shield herself from the two, though, a gesture she was known to do when she felt exposed. "Uhm, if I may... I think the same of the weather. Have both of you been drinking sufficient amounts of water today?" Concern would sneak its way into her voice, however little it actually showed. The sweater-clad girl, while not being the most verbal about it, did hold great respect for her respective superiors and senior heroes. Particularly Roland himself, along with his Quirk, were held in high regard for the medical properties it had. Easy points for one who grew up in a family of doctors and similarly talented Quirk users.

[User] "Of course I have, but what about you? My senses tell me you still need another bottle or two of water right now. Nuime you know the dangers of not drinking enough I'm sure so make sure you get something to drink soon got it?" Roland said with boredom as he gave a glance at Nuime. His cold eyes drifted on her with no emotion in them and his voice was simply not into it. Roland was not one for talking, and his morbid powers of telling when a person was feeling, or the state of their bodies just simply made him creepy to a lot of individuals. He adjusted his loose tie on his shirt some more as Cassie leaned down and frowned getting up into Nuime's face. "Oi! How many times to I got to tell you too stop apologizing to me 'ey? I don't mind you being polite but I was just playing with you cupcake. You don't got too take things so seriously. What would Genji thi-scratch that fuck what Genji thinks he's all about the business not about the people...so what you doing here anyways? Shouldn't you out looking for some bad guys or somethin'? Oh right you don't got anyone working with you today do you?" Cassie said as she ruffled Nuime's hair with a grin on her face. Roland merely looked at her with distaste. "There are plenty of people around the city that need help I'm sure. Maybe if you let the girl go she'd actually learn how to cope without needing her big sister with her." Roland grumbled further as he scratched his head.

[Assistant]
"I will." Nuime replied courtly, her shoulders sinking slightly in response to Ronald's stare and advice. It was difficult to tell if her cheeks gained its colour from the baking heat, or if she felt embarrassed having her own concern mirrored. Roland, however, would likely be able to sense the latter. The colour only seemed to spread further as Cassie got closer, far too close for her comfort zone, which admittedly probably was too large. "I'm s-..." She caught herself, pressing her lips into a thin line as held her tongue from apologizing once again. Instead, her reply continued as if she hadn't spoken up at all.

"I've heard nothing so far in regards to villains or accidents. Especially none that I could assist in beyond mere observation. The most I've done today is create a few hats for those that needed it. I was taking today to... Uhm. Relax a little and wander around instead of being on active duty. I didn't want to stress out Watamote-sama by sitting around idly, he seemed a bit..." There was a pause in her speech as Nuime struggled to find a word polite enough to describe the behavior. During her pause, she would once again try to settle the now-haystack of white on her head, with little success. "...Bothered." The stitched woman concluded, though evidently didn't seem too pleased with her (self-perceived) rude choice of words.

She would fumble around with her half-empty bottle after that, fiddling with the plastic cap as if she was considering if the warm water inside was worth the taste to drink. Her dry throat eventually persuaded her to drink, though, backed up her her senior's prior request. If only she'd been born with an ice-based Quirk to cool down beverages when needed. A convenient Quirk like that was always useful, she thought.


[System]
~Solanne Luxone~

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Age: 27
Alias: Crimson Hound

Personality:  Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she'd jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren't doing her enough justice. Yeah, she's one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the other events going on. It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.

Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the politics within the world. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely. As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.

Just don't screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.

Background: Ironically enough, most people tend to think of the "Crimson Hound" as some sort of deranged killer bent on ending all life. People usually don't think that maybe she earned the nick-name due to her unyielding loyalty? Oh well. That gets Solanne every time. Hailing from a distant nation from the west, Solara lost both her parents to bandits at a fairly early age and spent the remainder of her childhood being raised as an orphan.

Most children would have caved into depression at that age, but Solanne took her parent's teachings by heart and desired to help out all that she could. Soon, she was everyone's "big sister" at the orphanage before finally becoming old enough to wield a blade while also providing a steady income for the orphanage via bounty hunting or thievery. She still visits the orphanage from time to time, despite her many travels. However, danger was always near, and Solanne soon found a new reason to fight when going out to create her own journey.

Recently however, news of a group rivaling that of the infamous Night Raid caught the Crimson Hound's attention. Certain events followed that led to Solanne becoming a member of the equally enigmatic and powerful Salvation. Wanting to put her thieving skills and reputation as a bounty hunter to good use, she eventually caught the eye of Salvation's leader, Xerxes. That was some time ago and now as a senior member of the group of assassins, the prospect of a free world seems ever closer more than ever.

Combat Speciality: Close to mid-range combat, brawling.

Skills:

- Reasonable knowledge of the world's history
- Adept at sword combat
- Ability to summon a large, hound-like familiar through the usage of her Imperial Arm

Imperial Arms:  A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne's default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions. Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne can also use her Imperial Arm to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames.

Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.

Armor: Metal boots along with a scorched gauntlet to assist in channeling her flames.

[User]
Solanne listened carefully to the sounds of the wind, eye arching in plain interest. She stood in the back of their merry training field of grass, willows, and trees, resting in a corner with her arms crossed. The people around these parts who she had come to call her comrades would know her as the infamous Crimson Hound; though depending on who you were, she was either a hero or a thief. Not that the labels ever mattered to her.

The pursuit of adventure and maybe a little cash had drawn her out of bed on this day and out into fresh air. Of course, she figured that adventuring could wait on a nice day like this. Besides, the rooms in their fun little base were much too dank for her tastes. Not to mention cramped. The next time someone "breathed" on her, she wouldn't hesitate to punch their lights out.

"No need to go around causing trouble," she told herself.

Odds were, the only ones that would talk to her at the moment would be Natsuo and Nako. And that was usually it, considering the lack of action going on right now. That's generally how these things tended to go, at least in her experience. Who knew? Maybe she'd actually find some excitement from this day after all.

So the redhead waited, closing her eyes and taking the time to crack her knuckles. Her mind wandered off to the old days with her old partner before they parted paths. The Crimson Hound and the Black Assassin. Now those were some fun times.

Still, one never knew what fate had in store for them all. With the rise of this Night Raid, simple thievery became the least of any village's worries. In a sense, Solanne supposed she was here on some grand journey for justice and self-fulfillment. To bring light and hope back into an ever fading world….

Solanne snorted at her own thoughts.

"Yeah right! I just want a free meal and some cash!"

[Assistant]
The sound of footsteps echoed on the corridors of the old monastery as Apophis once more made her way through them. Her heels clacked against the stone pavement in a quasi-rhythmic way as she looked around with her uncovered eye, while she liked her fingertips idly.

Eventually, she spotted the garden from one of the windows and noticed that some of her... companions were already gathered there. "I might as well go there too..." Apophis said to herself, just before she noticed a duo of guards commenting about her from behind a nearby corner.

"Do you... want to have some fun, mister? It might be your last, but I'll make it good." Apophis said as she closed her lips in a near kiss, after pinning one of the guards to the wall. The poor soul was almost relieving himself off in his armor, while his friend could do very little other than stare at Apophis is a catatonic daze, when she moved away from him, after getting so close to deliver her deadly kiss that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his mouth. "You shouldn't desire things that you can't touch, mister. That is, if you want survive on this world..." Apophis said as she licked her index and ran it through his torso and face, stopping just before reaching his mouth, just before letting him fall to the floor, unable to sustain his weight, since his knees were feeling like jelly.

•••

A few minutes later, Apophis would arrive at the garden and, after looking around, she decided to sneak behind Natsuo. "Hmm..., what's is that you're doing?" Apophis asked as she coiled around the tree and tried to peek at his book, while bringing their faces as close as it was safe to.

As she waited for a reply, Apophis looked around the people in the courtyard and commented "Certainly, this place is more lively than usual... I wonder what is going to happen?" while licking her fingers slowly.

[User] "Oh hey there Miss Apophis." Natsuo said with a kind smile though he wasn't really happy to see the woman he supposed it was about that time of day when he had to converse with his 'family'. "Nice weather huh? This book here is about a orphan who finds a new family only to have it stripped away from him by an evil duke. I'm reading it to get an idea on how an orphan who has been wronged may act. You know planning ahead for roles really helps with the process of tricking people." Natsuo said happily as he turned his head upward to look at the woman and put his hands behind his head. "As for the guys and gals around here? Well we got missions planned up. Xerxes is a bit interested in getting rid of some names while Esdeath's death squad is in shambles. Who else gives more of a damn about what we could do? Hell I bet the minister thinks those murders last week were Night Raid's doings...heh they never suspected that I wasn't a cadet. That guard captain hassling our contacts won't be a problem anymore. Too bad he didn't last too long...poor guy and his men...eh not really they were whoring bastards anyway." Natsuo said indifferently as he giggled. "Oh by the way you look pretty today. New lipstick or hair style or something?" Natsuo said as he giggled to himself childishly. He didn't really care what she looked like but that's what women liked to hear right? He was in a good mood. And why wouldn't he be? He was safe, he had a job coming up, and life kept on keeping on during a beautifully shiny day.

[Assistant]
"Ahh... so that is it. Sometimes, I wonder how it must feel to even have a family, in first place?" Apophis commented once she got a grasp on the book's contents. Indeed, the concept of family was completely alien to Apophis, to the point that couldn't understand why people got so attached to others just because of something like blood relations.

"Anyway, thank you, actually I got a new nail polish. I'm glad you think that my fingers are pretty..." The snake-like girl said as she bent down to stare at her, now laid down, companion. Truth be told, she could feel that he was lying by listening to his heartbeats. Even if the deviation was small, it was still there, but there was no reason for Apophis to turn down the free flattering, after all, just like Natsu said, girls enjoy this kind of thing, even if it's a lie.

"I hope the old man finishes what he's doing. I'm getting tired of having nothing to do but stare at these walls." Apophis said as she shuffled around and found a spot on the sun, right next to Solanne, to take a nap with her body coiled up like a rattlesnake.

[User]
"Huh? What aren't we family? Salvation has to stick together we're all we got until we finish our mission. Even if you don't I consider you all kin just as much as blood. Even if you're all creepy or grumpy except for Solanne, The Boss, and Nako." Natsuo said as he spoke truthfully to his senior member. It may seem childish but if you didn't trust you team how could you get anywhere? Sure it was nice to have caution but if all you held in your mind was distrust then you're doomed from the start. The world didn't look kindly on the paranoid.

"Anyways though you're welcome and I'm sorry that you're getting impatient. Just give The Boss credit: He never gives us a half assed mission." Natsuo said and when Apophis went away he turned backed to his book. He wondered if the woman actually even liked him at all or felt him to be a pain. No matter what though he was glad he still had friends in Nako and The Boss. The Boss liked his work ethic even if he found him in need of a lesson on how to kill people quicker. Natsuo liked to hurt people to make them understand what being hurt really was. The weak who hurt the weaker deserved to know pain. It was only natural they suffered in their last moment like they made the others suffer. And Nako....Nako was the closest thing he had to a aunt here. She was sweet, gentle, kind...and she had been with him since day one here in Salvation. A constant that he'd never forget. "So Augustus...let's see how you deal with the duke's visit..." Natsuo said as he turned the page in his book.

[Assistant]
Solanne raised an eye as she felt something soft rest near her side. She was about to verbally complain when she caught sight of just who decided to nap beside her. Her eyes twitched, the desire to reprimand the culprit slowly dying in resolve. How fun. The resident psycho with the snake and poison fetish had decided she was the best person to nap with.

"Er, Apophis? You know we're gonna get our mission soon, y'know? And I know it's a really, really nice day and all, but do you have to use me as a practical pillow?" Solanne asked, trying to shift away from the creepy girl. Honestly, the Crimson Hound had dealt with more than her share of people who weren't quite right in the head.

With a sigh, she crossed her arms behind her head and leaned back. Glancing at the sky, she said, "Speaking of which, shouldn't we be getting our missions soon anyway? Honestly, old Word Weaver sure likes to give us time to think to ourselves, y'know," using her nickname for the Boss.


[System]
Nickname/Alias:
Lightning rod

Race:
Shael, falcon

Gender:
Male

Age:
30

Additional Info
Personality:
 Some people have called him naive, childish, and even immature... just as well, as he's usually in a very cheery mood, and is also optimistic, always trying to find the good in every situation. That being said, he's not stupid, and won't trust, say, a monster or a demon just because they said that they're good. He absolutely loves adventure, and just generally being out of the towns and cities of the world. No matter what the challenge on an adventure, Thorvald will face it with... the closest thing to a smile that a birdman can have. While he does love adventure, he actively avoids caves, just due to the low ceiling... of course, if he's traveling with allies who want to go into the cave, he'll go with them, just because he doesn't like the idea of having to ditch allies, even temporary ones. During the few moments where he's in town, it's usually just to sell any useless magical items, or to get rid of any extra weight he's carrying. He's oddly determined when he's facing monsters or other such evil beings, and even tries to scope out weak spots in an enemy's armor, despite him still smiling while doing so.

 He enjoys the company of other adventurers, though, he usually doesn't stick around with one group for very long, and while he starts off considering them allies... if he sees them harming other civilized races, stealing, or doing anything involving exploiting others, Thorvald will viciously attack them, and try to have them arrested. He will never kill a member of a civilized race, as he feels that even the most deranged, evil people can be rehabilitated, they can become better people... at least, so he thinks. When he's not adventuring, or taking one of his rare breaks from doing so, he can usually be found in some pub somewhere, chatting someone's ear off about one of his recent adventures, and, much to the disdain of the barkeep, never ordering any drink other than cold, plain water. He is kind enough, however, to give the barkeep money if the water ends up being free, as, in some places, it is. He'll tell them that it's not payment for his drink, but rather, for the conversation.

Appearance:
Unlike what his last name might suggest, Thorvald has mostly white and brown feathers, with only a few grey feathers. He's somewhat short, even for his species, and always wears that same blue outfit for no real reason. However, he doesn't wear the helmet in the picture, nor does he ever wear shoes. His beak and talons are a bright yellow color, and his eyes are blue.

Height:
4'2"

Weight:
80lbs

Fight related
Magic:
Elementalism; lightning.

Class:
Dragoon

Weapons/Items:
An iron spear, a short bow, a quiver with 30 arrows, a bag with 12 javelins, his leather armor, and clothes.

Strengths:
Strong Flier: He has always been much faster and more agile in the sky, and his wings are strong enough to keep him in the air for a long time.

Lightning Resistance: He's been zapped by his own lightning magic that, not only has he gotten the nickname 'lightning rod', but he's become resistant to lightning as a whole.

Spear Thrower: With his training, Thorvald's become really good at throwing his javelins, as well as, on occasion, his actual spear, and can throw these objects pretty far, and pretty quickly.

Weaknesses:
Slow on the ground: He's... kinda slow and sluggish on the ground, and it's notable that he can't even run while on the ground.

Hates the cold: His feathers aren't exactly meant for protection from the cold, and just as well, he hates it. He may even land if the cold air is too unbearable in the sky... he's also weak to ice-based magic as a result.

Stormtrooper Aim: However... he's horrible at using his shortbow, and while it's got more distance than his spear or javelins, he can't aim the thing worth beans. If you gave him a chance, he might even actually miss the broad side of a barn.

Techniques:
Thorvald typically relies on his wings, and ability to fly. His techniques revolve around him throwing his spear, or one of his javelins at the enemy, and then casting a lightning spell on the weapon after it's stuck in the enemy's flesh. He has also been known to swoop down on the enemy and attack more directly... though, even when he does that, he always tries to cast a lightning spell. Rarely, when the enemy doesn't notice his presence, he'll toss his spear directly downwards (if the enemy is directly below him), and fold in his wings to fall with it, just to shove the thing in even further. He will zap the spear after landing on his enemy in this case.

[User]
Erion looked at the lion as he frown and shake his head.
"Now you know what I didn't want to talk about it..."  he says to him, calming down soon, but still in a bad mood right now. He hated having to talk about all this, but calling him pathetic cause he didn't trust others... He shakes his head. Just then, Thorvald came back, although saying that he only found 2 people to help bring the creature back. He then asked if anything happened while he was gone. He stayed silent a bit.
"Just that we had a serious talk." he said, not wanting to get into detail right now. He really didn't want to talk about it much, and last thing he needed was more people knowing about his past. Never know when his dang parents might escape prison and hunt him down... he was the reason why they were caught anyway, after he found out about all this... with the help of his friend at least... To think he was the reason why he went to necromancy in the end instead of using miracle magic... He shook his head.
"Lets just get that thing to town please." he says. He then look at lion.
"You tell him if you want about what I said. I don't feel like repeating myself after all this." he then says, in a voice that sounded a bit like he wanted to cry, but he hold back. He shook his head afterwards as he goes to move the thing.

[Assistant] "Nile's the name, pleasure's my game." Nile said, rather pleased as she'd just thought that up. "The second ones for me too but I guess we can share." Nile's curiosity was perked by his strange comment. "Doesn't come off does it? Oh I'm sure I could get all of your clothes off, one way or another . . ." Any further speculation was cut off by someone bursting in and asking for help. Normally she was against work but she did enjoy wurm meat and could make a bit more cash on the side. Sounded like a pretty good deal. "Well we can worry about that later tall and handsome. Lets go after that shael before he gets too far off, k?" Nile asked and downed the rest of her mug with a loud sigh indicating her pleasure with the drink and got up, heading off in the right direction, seemingly assuming that her unwitting companion would follow. Whether he did or not was not really any concern of hers.

[User]
Atlas was glad Thorvald, as he introduced, was relieved someone came to his aid. Although it made her wonder as to why no one else would help him. She disappointedly wondered if it was because he was a Shael. He seemed so nice as well, although there could be more than meets the eye with strangers. For all they knew, he was leading them to their death. Instead, the way back to where they last saw Thorvald and a few others was rather pleasant. They kept at a decent pace as Atlas and Rykiar, who lazily rode on the cow's back once more, gazed at the scenery. Well, it was nice now that they weren't wandering around in circles starving and had a decent idea where civilization was.

As they walked, following the flying Shael, Atlas was of course having an internal dilemma once more. This time about whether or not they should apologize or at least say something about it being them who stole part of the wurm. It felt kind of wrong going back to the scene of the crime, and making more coin off of these people. Is it actually a crime to steal half a monster from someone? I mean some places cut off your hand for stealing bread, what about a wurm?  the Tothum thought with worry. She then wondered why she was worried in the first place. Perhaps something having to do with her mouse friend's safety.

They had arrived not too long, or it was long, she wasn't really paying attention. A light snoring sounded behind her, indicating Rykiar had fallen asleep on the ride over. She downright smacked him with her tail, figuring dropping him twice that day was a bit too much from the already tired Neth. He of course woke up, and could already feel the burn of his glare at her from waking him.

"I'm Rykiar and she's Atlas." The mouse introduced to the group, acting as though they haven't seen them before. Atlas played along, not saying much as always to others but giving an acknowledging nod to them. She could feel the tension in the air between the two who may have been left behind as Thorvald went to fetch help. Perhaps the two needed another sort of help, something along the lines of couple counseling. The traveling companions both looked at each other, wondering what they had gotten themselves into.

The vulpine wanted to get right to business, seeming to be a bit on the emotional side. How in the world were they going to do this though? Between the five of them, the Lah'na and herself had would probably do most of the heavy lifting. She knew Rykiar wasn't going to much, and she sort of wished she wasn't able to as well. This thing was heavy the first time she carried it. That time she was also using her transformation, but now she feared they'd recognize her. Was the money even worth this?

[Assistant]
Eventually, the silence and awkwardness of the situation was alleviated with Thorvald's timely return. Alongside the avian were a bovine woman and a small rodent man, the lion just grunted in displeasure, great more people to worry about. It was somewhat fine when it was just him, Thorvald and Erion, but how many more must they take alongside them? Will they have to pick up everyone who happens to have a sob-story with them and make them join out of pure pity? Will they have to pick up every ragtag duo or trio of adventurer's they happen to come across? If he didn't know any better, they must be building an army of some sort. Perhaps he was just overthinking things and reluctantly introduced himself to the ones named Rykiar and Atlas. After the formalities were over, Ymahr turned to face Thorvald, telling him that nothing in particular happened. He was lying by the skin of his teeth, if only to avoid making things worse.

The fox glanced back at him and he simply turned the other way saying that he would rather not. If at least to protect his privacy. Without another word the lion approached the carcass and waited for the others to come and lift the thing.

[User]
While Getting off the ship, Varm one more time watched lah'na. Her name was Faela, she was low, about 5.3 feet and it was possible to determine her age for about 22 years.

  Are you going with me or you are going to stay here?
 I am going with you, but it doesn't mean that I like you. Where are you going to go?
  I am not sure I hope that we will manage to get to Tel'eth.

Varm bought supplies for several days in the tavern and headed to the gates of city, on the way he met many beggars sitting along the road and having hope to go through another day, after the exit from the city Varm decided to not held with main route and move to side foot-path, it was exposed to the attacks of monsters but being attacked by the bandits was equal zero, this Varm was afraid of most, losing a valuable object he was walking with. Varm decided to hold with main route after reaching it, together with them a lot of Other species was trying to move forward.Crowd - good place to hear many gossips and tales.
 I heard that the group of warriors defeated vurm in the areas of city nearby.
 Someone served you a nice tale, impossible, defeating vurm, maybe it was small one.
Varm listened to these and other tales, knowing that majority of them is the devised steak of flummery.
 Defeating vurm, someone would be so much insane to do that or maybe someone was that crazy to imagine this.

[Assistant] Even with all the help we got, transporting the heavy creature took longer than I wanted it to... I suppose that had something to do with the fact that I wasn't all too great at using my legs... heck, the only times I'd normally use them is if I was forced to the ground, or if I was inside a building or cave. Once we got there, we sold it to a few folk, including the blacksmith, a nin'tah, and probably a foreigner like myself. He didn't like getting pulled away from his work, and his accent was almost too thick for me to understand him, but, thankfully, just like the others, we negotiated a price for the scales of the thing... and, just like the rest of the times, I decided against keeping any of the money for myself, which, in turn, made everyone else's cut of the pay larger. We finally made it back, and the other two didn't seem to want to join us, just as well, it seemed like Ymahr wasn't very comfortable around them. "Well, sorry that took so long, but, at least now we can explore that enchanted forest, right?" I tried to cheer my teammates up, a little bit, but, judging from what I know of their personalities, that was a tall order. Why do I always get the stone-faced loners? I thought to myself as I cheerily headed into the forest that somehow JUST recently became enchanted. Any number of things could happen to us as soon as we step foot in there, heck, for all we know, one of us could change into a frog, or we could grow a second head, or something. Of course, the most common thing would be nothing at all to happen JUST from stepping foot in the forest, but, sometimes it pays to know what might happen coming into a situation.


[System]
Age:21

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Fox)

Weapon: Sarasagi: a highly unique blade in the fact that it doesn't transform into anything. Instead, there are two small ports in the guard, that shoot out the blood the blade collects and compresses in the hilt. The blood can be fired out one of two ways, in a thin needle, or in a thick sphere. The needle, at maximum compression (roughly 15 seconds) is shot at mach 1, and is useful for head-shotting small grim over large areas. The sphere flies much slower, but at maximum compression has enough force to knock a Ursa on it's ass.

Specialty: Mokuren has a great deal of skill and technique with her sword, and is also highly agile in it's use. Her semblance gives her the ability to go all-out on the offensive front, and not give any thought to her defenses, allowing her to bounce seemlessly from target to target and cut them down. She can use the secondary feature to shoot at the enemy, but only uses it when she feels she needs to.

Semblance: Mirror of Yata: This semblance gives Mokuren the ability to absorb and then reflect any attack that hits her, at the cost of physical exertion to use. A King Tut's strike would be more exhausting to reflect than a Beowulf's claw, for example.

Personality: Mokuren is a very, guarded person. She hides her true self behind a barrier of mirth and eccentric action, but allows the truth to stream through when he feels she is alone, or truly trusts someone. This truth is a sad, broken creature trying to survive in the world it was thrown into after the death of her family, and is haunted by a dark past that she tries to hide from everyone.

Color: Magnolia.

Emblem: Uniquely, none.

Appearance:

[User]
Shuai Taidan - Aura Control Class

Advanced manipulation of one's soul, huh? To extend one's own self away from their very body to strike at the enemy, it was honestly a pretty snazzy, yet also incredibly intriguing, manner of combat. What would overexertion do to how someone perceived themselves? How would it affect their personality? It was really some food for thought, and the metaphysics that lied behind it all could be staggering. How did it all work? Why did they have souls? Why could they do the really cool 武术 with them?

It was so strange.

Yet also so incredibly awesome.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. His cheery, purple eyes ambled across the room, watching his fellow classmates partner up and get to work with testing out what Teach' had just showed them. It was fun, seeing how everyone's aura worked. The sparks and bright lights of people's souls drew quiet "oohs" and "aahs" from his mouth, his curiosity absolutely transfixed by the sights. It looked really fun, though everyone seemed to have already partnered up, like Boss V with that lynx girl (Jasmine, his mind supplied). Was nobody free?

Naoko over there seemed a bit aimless. Maybe he should intervene.

Large eyes transfixing themselves at the back of the other boy's head, Taidan's Semblance arm detached from his body, the intangible, invisible essence travelling down the rows of seats towards his fellow member in Team KNVS. It solidified at the hand, and gently began to ruffle at Naoko's greying hair.

[Assistant]
Vega Venetia – VGNB – History Class

Vega arrived inside history class to seeing most of the seats had been filled. Looking around, she could not find Gratia or Napoli. Napoli most likely skipped class and Gratia picking up the new teammate as the replacement for Bianca. So, she sat down in the back of the class and opened up her scroll to messaging. She sent a text to Gratia. I'm in history class. Are bringing our new teammate? What's the person name? With that, Vega then focused on listening to Professor Oobleck speaking about history.

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Sarina Tala Dei – JSSC – Aura Control Class

Pinpoint counter…hm as Vanhomrigh and Iderson demonstrated. The concept of Aura control was not foreign to Sarina. She experimented with her aura as a weapon before attaining Arbiter/Tormento and her semblance which seemed so long ago though. Pinpoint counter was an interesting concept and she could apply to her semblance defensive capabilities. Her class then went into partners for practicing pinpoint counter. Sarina didn't have any partner as she looked around. Banks had paired up with Gilver and her other teammates were not around.

Sarina had a deep curiosity for Varius as she briefly looked at him. When she transferred to Beacon during her 3rd year, other students compared her to him as being similar and some people pressuring her to date Varius and go into relationship with him which she ignored. Either way, Sarina had some interest in knowing more about him since they are part of the same graduating class as she waited for a partner reclining near a wall.

[User]
Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse

Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask.

His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down.

Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy."

Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.

[Assistant] Naoko was completely unaware when something ruffled between his hair. He whipped around to see Taidan with his arm extended, seemingly using his signature semblance that Naoko never got quite used to. jokingly rolled his eyes as he walked over to his teammate. "You had any luck yet?" He asked. "I can't seem to focus it enough." Naoko explained. He then took a battle ready stance. "Shall we give it a go?" He asked, with a small grin on his face. "Want to try repelling first?"

[User]
Shuai Taidan

Taidan leaned back into his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He shot his teammate a beaming smile, eyes clearly filled with his intent to attempt what the teachers had showed them. With Naoko's attention now on him, this was going all exactly to plan.

"Of course!" he declared, before abruptly popping out of his chair, dropping himself into a defensive stance. He could feel his own aura already beginning to flow around him, its warmth both inspiring and comforting at the same time. It was like a low flame, burning slowly until time called for it to become a roaring tempest, the climax of a crescendo.

Of course, here he would be repelling Naoko's aura, rather than becoming the very embodiment of a firestorm. Taidan's defensive capabilities weren't something he'd really explored a lot, but it should be fine, right? It wasn't as if he was going to take an Atlesian cannon straight to the face, after all. It was just a pal's aura.

"Hit me with your best shot, Nao!"

[Assistant]
Grane Blauer

"A party? Damn bro, You just want me to violate parole huh?" Grane picked out a business card from his stack. It seemed professionally made, something he hadn't expected, but, what the hell. At least he was getting a party! sort of. It didn't seem as if class was starting anytime soon, the professor was MIA as far as he knew, so it was a perfect time to invite everyone. Grane began tossing cards on the desks of students present in history class. "Party coming up. Call my man Gren for more details!" He haphazardly threw cards and people, as if they were singles and he was the richest guy to have ever lived. "It'll be great! Booze, noodles, steak, blackjack, hookers, we're going to have it all! Grane soon had cards on everyone's desk, and took his own seat to prepare for class.

[User]
If Doctor Oobleck noticed the ubiquitous business cards, the tangible tension between some of the students, or the drowsiness of a one-armed redhead, he took no notice. After appearing seemingly out of nowhere in a characteristic burst of speed, he wasted no time launching into a lecture concerning some of the earliest civilizations to have ever populated Remnant. He glossed over their societal norms, art, architecture, and accomplishments, peppering his conversation with questions to the students -often specifically, to keep some of the less-interested teens involved- and trying to narrow down potential thousands of years of history into clear and precise analysis. To be sure, those without drive to learn and discover would doubtlessly find his instruction yawn-inducing, but any student in their right mind would have to admit that this topic was fascinating. To look back across the ages and discover the roots of not only modern society and culture, but thought itself, was a valuable and insightful pursuit. Plus, to any still plagued by the thought of the silenced singer brought in earlier, a new topic might be a welcome distraction.

It did not, however, last forever. Even as Oobleck drilled into the vaults of history, time itself ticked by, and before too long the class found the passing bell ringing through the halls again. With Combat, Math, and History out of today's way, there came again that magical time of day for all to rest and refuel, even if only for a little while: lunch. The cafeteria was open as usual, but after an installation during the weekend, a brand-new on-campus eatery called Deli N'Doul was open for business as well. Today's dishes in the cafeteria were fish fillets, two varieties of pizza, peas with carrot, buttery potato slices, corn-on-the-cob, macaroni, and the obligatory salad bar.

Though one of the first ones into the huge room, Abel did not immediately make for any place in particular. He wanted to stick with his teammates or, if they'd already made plans for lunch as well as after school, wait for an informative message to pop up on his scroll. His head was still buzzing from all the history injected into it, but it wasn't a painful sensation. On his mind right now were two things: how exactly ancient cultures' ideas about the world might feed into contemporary ones, and trying to make himself seem cool and casual should Krysanthe appear.

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food time has arrived. Enjoy!

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta-Lunch

Cobalt calmly got out of his seat, with a little difficulty due to his size, and walked out of the room and to Deli N'Doul. He had heard some students talking about it as he walked through the halls, it sounded fairly alright. He questioned when they had went to it and decided they probably skipped on history. Cobalt pondered why anyone would skip such a delightful class and shrugged. Some people weren't that smart.

He arrived at the Deli and ordered a table for four. He got out his scroll and texted his teammates to come on by if they wanted a free meal. Unfortunately he realized he had no idea what their numbers were. Oh wait, they were already in the scroll. Thank god the school gave him his teammates numbers, it would've been embarrassing if he had ordered a table for four and nobody showed up.

He ordered some salad on the side and to drink he wanted a glass of water. He decided to hold off on the main course until everyone else got here.

[User]
Eyes wide open Skyra stared at Mokuren. She actually never heard what Mokuren said after the 'I don't like you' thing.
Completely overwhelmed by Moku's statement Skyra sat there and just stared before, completely unwillingly a few tears escaped her eyes.
No those weren't tears. A Skyra doesn't cry. The air was just way too dry...
"You don't like me? Why are you sticking around me then?", she managed to croak out of her throat, her usual raspy voice making it sound a lot more hurt.
"Are you just playing with me? I liked you..."
Suddenly the barriers broke and Skyra down.
"Every time I try to make friends this happens...", she whispered her crying face in her lap, knees kept tight to her chest.

[Assistant]
Mokuren was unsure what was going ot happen after she admitted her true feelings. Super Sad Crying Skyra, was not on her list of possiblities though, and she was caught sorely off guard by the tears and hysterics.
"Umm....I think I may have said that wrong. I don't like, what you do to me. Before you, life was simple. Just, 'wake up, hate people, eat cheese, go to bed'. But, you have propogated all these strange feelings and emotions in me and I don't understnad them. I don't know what to do with them, or if I will ever fail to return the way you feel about me because of my ineptitude with the whole thing. And, that, is why I said, what I said. In a very untactful manner. You make my life complicated and confusing" Mokuren finished, before wrapping her rather strong arms around Skyra.

"If you want to leave me now, knowing I'll probably never be able to feel for you like you do for me, I'll understand. But, if you want to stick around and help me deal with this new life, then I would be most happy"


[System]
Real: Skadi Türkis
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Atlesian
Color: #6ecff6
Emblem: A clipart of a brilliant cut diamond
Voice actor: Shirley Manson

Themes:
Main - Neutral - Happy - Angry - Sad - Semblance - Fighting - Victorious - Defeated
Appearance:

Diamond is a rather tall woman with a lean build, being 178 centimeters tall. She's only as strong as she needs to be, having developed a physique for slipping into tight spots and blending in with the crowd. The woman weighs around 62 kilos with slightly lower than average percentage of body fat.

The dominant feature of her face are her eyes, which are sky blue and have a turquoise glow to them due to her dust implant. Her hair is golden in color and cut short, styled into backwards facing spikes. As a northerner from Atlas, Diamond's skin is very pale.

The dust implanted in her caused a blue pattern to develop on her back and an overuse left a crystalline blue weblike pattern on her right arm. If she uses her ice spells, these along with her eyes glow blue, and her eyes flash into white when casting a kinetic spell.

She doesn't wear a battledress in the traditional sense, preferring not to be hindered by armor of any sort. With her semblance and dust implant she also prefers to leave her arms exposed, usually wearing a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a vest.

Diamond carries herself with pride most of the time and makes good use of nonverbal communication, having learned the meaning of various gestures and being able to use them to convey a different meaning from what she is actually saying. In combat she moves with the fluidity of a gymnast.

History:
During a particularly nasty winter, a child was born to an uncaring mother who barely had enough mercy to leave the girl on the doorstep of the first house far enough. As it so happened a rather poor elderly woman lived there and upon finding the crying newborn took her in. She gave the girl the name Diamond due to her blue eyes.
Unfortunately, five years later Diamond's adoptive mother died, leaving the girl to fend for herself on the streets. A crafty little thing, she quickly found out that instead of begging for the food, it was easier to simply take it when no one was looking.

Living in poverty, the girl has had enough after two more years. Growing stronger, nimbler and bolder, Diamond started rifling the pockets of unsuspecting passer-bys. It didn't take long for the gang whose territory she was on to threaten her into joining. Having nothing to lose and all to gain, Diamond was happy to accept.

In the next few years, Diamond slowly but steadily became great at her craft, rising through the gang's ranks nicely. It all came to an abrupt end however when another gang made a move on their territory. During the fight her semblance manifested and gave her the means of escaping the brawl without getting hurt. Afterwards, she went solo again.

After honing her skills for several more years and nearly getting caught a few times, Diamond made a reputation for herself in the underworld. Finally, she got contracted to pull an art heist for the first time. She started working as a hired gun, taking items of opportunity for herself along her jobs. For the next year, she lived quite the luxurious life and amassed significant wealth for her age.

Growing careless, Diamond got caught by an undercover cop while pickpocketing for change. Having nothing on her other than the pickpocketing, her sentence was just a year in juvenile detention.

Coming face to face with several less than pleasant experiences and generally starting to understand that when she barely survived a month of Atlesian Juvy, she would die in a lifetime in an Atlesian prison, Diamond started working her hide off to make something of herself, moving to Vale and paying herself a crash course to drastically improve her combat abilities.
A year later, she made it into Beacon.

Personality:
In one word, Diamond is a bitch. Sarcastic and cynical, she has nearly no moral blocks and will happily relieve you of money you didn't guard well enough just to show you she can. The concept of friendship is something new to her and it shows in her opinion on people swinging easily. Diamond can feed you complete garbage without losing a serious expression on her face. If you piss her off, prepare to suffer a thoroughly planned humiliation.

She might be a criminal, but she is a classy one. Violent crimes are a strict no-go unless something has gone horribly wrong. She quite enjoys the thrill of sneaking around and defeating various obstacles like motion sensors and locks. In her mind, every moron can rob a dust store at gunpoint, but it takes skill to do it in a way that makes the owner notice only a day afterwards.

Apparently she is not past redemption, because after Juvy, she decided to do something with herself and applied to be a huntress, even though her main reason is to hone her skills rather than to protect the people.

Skills:
* Combat
	+ Hand-to-hand: Average
	+ Short blades: Expert
	+ Long blades and polearms: Proficient
	+ Firearms: Lacking
	+ Dust: Beginner, talented
* Common
	+ Leading: She has what it takes to do well enough, but lacks self-confidence
	+ Lockpicking: Expert
	+ Hacking: Skilled with older systems, haven't kept up with recent advances
	+ Pickpocketing: Proficient
	+ Cooking: Wizard
	+ Drinking: Practice makes perfect

Powers:
* Inborn
	+ Shadowshifter - Diamond absorbs her shadow into her own being, gaining the ability to alter her own body much like the shadow before. She can turn any part of her body into a shadow form. In such a state, she is more resistant to physical damage, although her senses are somewhat dulled. The true ability is that Diamond can alter her shape within some bounds. Her shape has to remain humanoid in essence, but her limbs can stretch, sharpen or bulk up, for example she can grow talons or change her entire forearm into a blade. She can also turn flatten herself into a shadow to pass through small gaps like under the door.
* Acquired
	+ Ice dust implant - Diamond had Ice dust fused into her nervous system, giving her the ability to cast spells through her fantasy alone. This kind of dust allows her to create and manipulate ice. It comes with downsides though - too voluminous or quick casting will damage her nerves, or other tissues in later stages.
	+ Kinetic dust implant - Same as above, granting Diamond telekinetic abilities. Other than moving things with her mind she can also use this to project physical attacks over distance.

Relationships:
* Cobalt Chideta: "A passive lad. I don't mind him, but I also fail to notice he's in the room half of the time."
* Oswald Connoly: "Ugh! His attitude can be infuriating, especially when he's not much better than I am. It's in his eyes. He's seen - and done - some nasty things."
* Emerald Felicia: "Lovable goof, infuriating airhead. Just friends."
* Esther Vanhomrigh: "Just benefits."
* Träd Oak: "Smoking and drinking buddy. Quite possibly the only person in this school that I can stand without any reservations."
* Sapphire Rode: "Someone from an entirely different world than I. She has the right to her opinions. They're mostly wrong, of course, but hey."
* Kuhaku Shiro: "Infuriating klutz, comedic relief. Generally harmless and epically innocent."
* Skyra Dawn: "Very recent acquaintance. Dunno. Seems to follow the general feline faunus trend though."
* Amaranth Desire: "The reminder of the past I want to forget. Business, that's all it was."

Trivia:
* Diamond is left handed.
* She is afraid of deep waters.
* A quitting smoker.
* She likes red meat and high quality alcohol.

[User]
Sinatra

Gratia Mindaro - Practice

Having already made her way to the beginning of the obstacle course before Jericho had even revealed himself to be the class demonstrator, Gratia Mindaro was tying her long hair back into a ponytail, a black hair-tie hanging loosely from her mouth as she gathered her flowing locks into position. For the purposes of her current class, the Mistralese girl had eschewed both her signature coat and the dark, pressed uniform of Haven Academy for a simple, black and viridian exercise tracksuit: an outfit far more suited to the intensive physical activity required in Practice.

If some obstacle course could even be considered 'physically intensive'. Only the shittiest excuse for a Hunter would treat it as anything more than a mere facsimile of the struggles that plagued the rest of one's hunting career. It was not a matter of life and death. There was no sense of danger, no eager expectation for the moment where the slightest of stumbles would bring an end to everything they lived for. Even with an Atlesian agent having somehow fucking managed to take command of the course (not that she was particularly surprised; Vale was always willing to open its arsecheeks wide for a pounding from whatever 'innovative' new sexbot Atlas had manufactured in the past week), she had absolutely zero expectation in the obstacles' ability to come even close to killing her.

Not that she would have even given them the chance. What huntress would she be if something like an obstacle course could fuck her over? That was something exclusive to drooling retards, and fortunately for her, she was the scion of parents who weren't so incompetent to slam an infant's skull into a wall. Gratia Mindaro was a Hunter. Her prey was not some junkheap of scrap metal. It was wealth. It was fame. It was power.

It was the Grimm. And the prize for their eradication -

Her mother hugged her tightly.

- was their happiness.

She breathed in quietly, loosely stretching out her legs. Onyx eyes locked onto the track before her, scanning the course with cold, clinical efficiency.

Practice was warm-up. A way to keep her reflexes sharp until the next mission.

And she would complete it with nary an issue.

Her ponytail was held in place.

She wasn't going to waste any more fucking time.

Gratia Mindaro started running.

Let's see what bullshit you've pulled out of your arse, Piper.

[Assistant]
@NarayanK@HereComesTheSnow@Kaithas

Shuai Taidan - Senior Aura Control

"Ah, the freshies have the obstacle course today."

Taidan glanced out the window at the courtyard, elbow resting against the sill and propping up his chin. The dark-haired student seemed to be in a contemplative mood, purple eyes wistfully watching the younger Hunters attempt the obstacle course. It was a somewhat nostalgic sight, a memory of a time when his year could just run around trying to beat each other in speed rather than think in-depth about the mechanics of controlling one's Aura. It was super interesting, yeah, but all the metaphysical implications around the malleability of his very being was kinda a lot more complex than just playing around. He thought it was definitely some snazzy stuff, but ah, the simplicity of youth was something he missed.

So what if he was only maybe three years older? That totally meant he was a geezer compared to all the young, innocent minds that were adjusting to the Beacon Academy lifestyle! Age wasn't supposed to be a number, it was a mindset!

Which, on second thought, actually sounded more to be the actual thing than he thought. Nobody knew how old Goodwitch or Ozpin were, right? The latter had been bossing everybody around for a while, but he didn't actually look like he was somebody's grandpa. Besides that wacky white hair, Ozpin was kinda youthful-looking, wasn't he? How old was the guy supposed to be? Maybe he could ask.

Taidan thoughtlessly blew a long strand of pinkish-brown hair away from his eyes, reaching out with a delicate hand to brush his bangs to the side. It was probably rude of him to hit up the boss for his age, wasn't it? A second of extra consideration cemented that view in his mind, and the resident pyromaniac prettboy extraordinaire nodded, immediately switching focus back to the class he was in.

Aura Control!

The advanced manipulation of one's soul. It was a really snazzy thing, and one he had to admit was strange and beyond his understanding at times. There was just so much food for thought: like, just how did it work? How could he change the bits and pieces that could make up himself just with belief? Was his Aura really his soul in the first place? What did his soul really mean? Where was Shuai Taidan inside the concept of the soul? Would extensive use of aura have any effects on his personality - on his very being?

Hm, maybe that could be the topic of his final year thesis.