[System]
Age: 15

Element: Light

Appearance:

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Personality: Vera is a laidback yet confident individual with a desire to be warm and amiable towards others. She gives off a refined, elegant vibe that may make her come across as arrogant or cause her friendliness to be perceived as superficial. She may also seem nonchalant and even a little naïve at times. Vera has the tendency to take her privileges for granted and overlook the needs of others, usually unintentionally, but takes no offence at being reminded about her display of such behaviour as she is willing to learn to get along with others, unless of course, that means going against anything she feels strongly about.

History: Vera was born into a well-to-do family that owed their wealth to their ownership of SnuqHomes, a well-known furniture and home accessories company in the region where she grew up. Being an only child, she was constantly pampered with expensive gifts by her parents, but not so much with their time due to their busy schedules. Still, Vera was contented with her life and all it provided her with, right up till her early teens. Well, till she turned fifteen, to be exact, for that was the year when she learned that she was gifted with the element of light, much to the dismay of her family.

Due to general prejudice towards Elementalists, Vera's parents, who were highly-respected business figures were apprehensive about the status of the family. They were acquainted with many who were not exactly tolerant of those gifted with elemental powers. If word got out that their own daughter was an Elementalist, much trouble may follow. At a loss of what to do, Vera's parents resorted to travelling to an Elementalist community in secret in an attempt to seek advice regarding their current situation. That was when they learnt of Elemental Academy, a solution that they were thankful for. After they returned from the visit, Vera was promptly and discreetly sent off to the academy where she was free to use her gift and no longer had to hide it.

Equipment: A pair of dome magnifying glasses she experiments with to attempt amplifying her powers.

[User]
Freya
w/ @Crusader Lord @Pseudo Stygian + everyone else present :D
4:00 PM, Academy Grounds (Underground)

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Freya really had no idea what's going on.

One second she was hanging out with the shy but kind-hearted Lyra and the fierce and determined Diana, her new roommate, and then the next thing she knew she was travelling deep, deep underground with a bunch of other people she guessed were her classmates. She was even tempted to turn back and run away but she thought it wouldn't make a good impression for her. She decided not let fear take over so she recalled her lunch together with her two newfound bestfriends, sighing dreamily while rubbing her belly.

When they reached their destination, Freya's eyes widened as she looked around the vastness of this cavern. Suddenly she felt really small. "I think I need to pee", she squeaked. Moving a bit farther, she noticed several sunken platforms that look suspiciously like... Oh crud, she thought to herself. If this is what I think it is then I am hella screwed.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths. She can't allow herself to be ruled over by her fear. Besides, her parents warned her that this academy isn't just all fun and games. Even though she hates fighting in general, she decided to just wing it and do her best whatever the outcome is.

Freya gulped and stood around aimlessly while waiting for further instructions.

[Assistant]
Thora

Academy Grounds, Underground

It was not that unusual that nobody had noticed Thora's presence in the last three months. She was, all in all, quite the unremarkable girl, if it weren't for her toolbox mounted on her hips.
Today, however, she was also carrying an oddly gun shaped contraption on her back as she descended into the tunnels underneath the academy.

Of course she knew that, if her abilities were to be tested and graded, she would probably fail. But according to her mother's wish, her grades did not matter, not much at least. Getting kicked out of school was not necessarily what her parents sent her here for.

She rolled her eyes as she strode further into the deepness, shaking her head to get her thoughts to stop wandering about. Thora needed to focus. The last test of her gun went fairly well, but there were several kinks that she still needed to work on, especially when it came to focusing the beam.

Even as more and more people came into sight, Thora did not pay them any heed, she was only focused on her water gun, which she was now closely inspecting the muzzle of.
The patterns with which the stream erupted from said muzzle was too erratic for her. It would work, sure, but it was not efficient enough. In all honesty, it could not be efficient enough. Only when the stream would come out with exactly 0° deviation would she be really be satisfied, which she knew, was pretty much impossible. Nevertheless, she would try her best to achieve as little wobble as possible.

Arriving at the central chamber, Thora leaned against a wall and mustered the cave extensively. Whatever ability tests they were going to pull here, this complex would do, she hoped.
The only thing she could now reliably do with what she had on hand was target practice... though, if pressed, she could probably also construct something to help her in some way with whatever chicanery the teachers had come up with.

Usually, in class, nobody cared about her and she didn't either. She reckoned, that everybody had probably already forgotten that she ever existed, not that her seat in the back of the class helped her with that feat in any sort of way. On the contrary, her being as tiny as she was, and in class often occupied with other things, probably not even the teachers really noticed her, which could be a good thing... or a bad thing... Not that she really cared about that either.

She looked over her rather clunky and crude looking gun one more time, before she found herself a nice tall stone slab to sit on and stare at all the others from her raised platform.
That she hasn't made contact with a lot of her classmates, she sometimes does regret... sometimes. Yes, sometimes. Only sometimes.


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
Corrine panted softly. She fixed her hair and had calmed down a bit. The can feel the stares of the other classmates give her a chill down her spine. She had never been late to class before. But it wasn't her fault. It was her first day of school, albeit in the middle of the week, and she had no idea where to go! One of the staff members was kind enough to give her a map of the school, but it was covered in the notes and scribbles Corrine had put on it.

Corrine gulps and bows deeply.

"I-I'm very sorry for interrupting class! I promise it won't happen again Miss... Miss... Corrine takes out the sheet of paper, her reading glasses, and looks for the teacher's name. "Mrs. Flaherty! I apologize. I'm new here and I had gotten lost on the way. Please forgive my tardiness!" Her face burns red as she can hear some of the students chuckle at her outburst. The look on Mrs. Flaherty's is that of a displeased mother.

"I'll be taking my seat now..." Corrine's voice is much softer than her usual bubbly self. She quickly takes an empty seat in the back of the classroom. Luckily, it was one of her favorite spots. It was somewhat near the window, had an ok view of the chalk board, and she got to see what was going on between the students from the back.

Her heart pounded hard and fast, ready to burst out of her chest. How could she have done something so embarrassing? She was never late for anything, especially class! Her face grew more and more red. Thinking about it wasn't helping. She buried her face in her thick, curly hair, hoping to suffocate herself to keep her from the shame. What were her classmates thinking of her? She wasn't a bad kid, honest! She didn't even bother to ask anyone for the page number, she felt too embarrassed.

[Assistant]
A sweet dream manifested itself in the real world. Like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise dull grey classroom. For Rolo, 'twas like a sign from above. That fate had ordained that the two shall be thrown together again and again. For the universe could only ever reach balance and alignment if they were to join as one. A union to be heralded throughout the ages. Ballads would be made about their story, and sung by the greatest of bards. On the courts of kings emperors alike. A love that blooms in the darkest of times, and brightens the darkest of lives.

Rolo stared at Corinne as she walked into the classroom. She walked past his desk. Passing him like he wasn't there. It wasn't very difficult to notice Rolo, even in a crowd. But it seemed like he was completely invisible to her.

As the class progressed, Rolo couldn't help but steal the occasional glance at her. For someone so sweet to love someone such as he. How lucky could he be?

Giggling could be heard yet again from near the front of the class. It was barely stifled yet it kept getting louder.

"Do you find the suffering of the lower classes amusing young man!?" asked Mrs. Laherty. She was clearly pissed off.

"Uhh no miss." answered Divo.

"Give me that note!" demanded the teacher.

"Hey!" exclaimed Divo as the old manatee snatched the note from his hand.

"Check out the little cookie who came late to class. I wouldn't mind coating her with my frosting." read the literature teacher.

The class erupted into a sea of raucous laughter. Rolo noticed that Corinne was starting to look very uncomfortable. The amount of guilt and anger he felt started to boil over into a foam of violent rage. Rolos face was so tense that he looked like he was about to break his desk in two.

"Shut the hell up you squares! Or I swear I'll shove my fist up all your asses!" thundered Rolo.

The laughter switched off like a light. Nobody messed with Rolo.

"My word!" exclaimed Mrs. Flaherty.

She considered sending Rolo to the principles office but she decided against it. She was secretly impressed with the authority the large student exercised over the others.

[User]
Shocked. That's the only word to describe how Corrine felt. Shocked. She looked up from her ringlets to hear a familiar voice. The curly haired girl knew that voice from a mile away. It was Rolo again! She had been meeting with him quite often. This had to be a coincidence, right? Except he didn't seem as sweet as he was before. In fact, he seemed pretty terrifying. His loud, booming voice was enough to make her heart skip a beat. She could feel her body shudder. But it certainly didn't help the swelling embarrassment she had inside her.

She could feel hot tears form at the corner of her eyes and sting as they slowly slid down her face. She quickly covered her face with her hair once more; This time, covering her whole face. If she didn't make a sound, maybe no one would look at her. Oh, how she wished the class would end so she could wallow in a hole. Or maybe she could jump out the window quickly and save her from the shame.

To distract her, she quickly took out a book. It was nothing that they were learning in class, but one of her personal books. Something to help her clam down while the class was too busy paying attention to something, rather someone, else. The scanned through the pages, but it was no use.

Why couldn't this day just end and save her the suffering? Why was fate such a cruel and fickle mistress? Her stomach turned in knots as she thought of what might happen next. Would people make fun of her? Would they spread rumors and ruin her social life? Such lewd statements could destroy her reputation if taken the wrong way.

[Assistant]
"Get the hell back up!" roared Rolo.

It was during lunchtime when Rolo made his displeasure known. He never felt this way before. He never knew he could be so livid with his best friends, but things were different then. Everything had changed. And it was all because of her. Why did she have to waltz into his life like that? Why did she have to make things awkward between himself and his closest friends? Everything was so much simpler before. But no longer. It was plain to see that there was no going back from those punches. It was done. Things would never be the same again. For better or worse.

Switch and Divo were sprawled on the ground in the middle of the football field. A large crowd had gathered around to watch the internal drama of the Salt Bay Turbos unfold before their very eyes. Such a thing was not a very common occurrence. Rolo loomed over them looking both grim and menacing.

They picked themselves up from the ground and faced Rolo directly. They looked up into his face. A fierce stare met their gaze.

"Look big guy. You can hit us all day if you want. But we won't fight back. We're friends. No! To hell with that! We're brothers!" yelled Divo.

"But we won't apologise for nothin. We're outlaws. We do what we want, we say what we want. Ain't no little broad ever gonna get in the way of that!" yelled Swtich.

"Shut the hell up! She's special to me!" Rolo roared.

"You're letting this little chick change you! You're gonna end up putting her before us!" yelled Divo.

"Yeah! Whatever happened to brothers for life!?" yelled Switch.

"I uh, shut up!" Rolo yelled again.

Rolo brought his fist up again to strike, but then he saw it. The steely determination in the eyes of his friends. He knew that they wouldn't dodge his punch, no matter how hard he would hit. They were his best friends in the world. Brothers for life.

He suddenly felt ashamed of his actions. Rolo never regretted punching people before. But this time, it was different.

"Fellas I, I..." Rolo started to say before he was cut off.

"Alright boys break it up! I will not have any roughhousing in my school!" declared principal Stern.

"But sir, they were just..." Chet was starting to say before he too was cut off.

"I don't want to hear it!" yelled principal Stern.

"You three! Principals office! Now!" demanded the principal.

Rolo, Chet, and Divo wordlessly followed the principal to his office. Not caring in the slightest how much their reputation had been compromised.

Chet shook his head to himself. What was happening to his crew? Who was this girl that Rolo was obsessed with? It was that girl from literature class, the one that came late. The one whom Switchs note was referring to. Chet decided to go check her out later on. To see what was up for himself.

A little further away, Charles watched everything unfold. He grinned smugly to himself. His plan was going to be a heck of a lot easier than he thought it would be. Perhaps, Charles thought, he owed this mysterious girl his thanks. She was doing him a great service. When the time is right, he decided.

[User]
Corrine was sitting outside of the cafeteria on one of the steel benches. She eats her tea sandwich slowly as she reads a raunchy novel she took from her brother, Oliver. She laughs at the cliché plot; a vampire falls in love with a human, but their love is forbidden. The book is horrible but the lines of dialogue are hilarious! The sex scenes are awful and full of lewd and gross innuendoes to censor the sex scenes somewhat.

A rather large group of students walk back, conversing about a fight that nearly happened. Corrine decided to ignore them and continue reading her book. The longer she ignored the rambling, the louder everyone became. The unbearable noise was maddening! If only the world could stay quiet for just a little bit she could finish her book! She growled to herself, begging for everyone to disappear.

But of course, not all wishes come true.

She slammed her book shut, put everything away in her backpack, and marched over to the crowd for a good explanation for the commotion. She taps, rather violently, on the shoulder of someone who is much taller than her.

"Excuse me! Could you please tell me what's going on. I can't concentrate with all this racket!" Corrine pouts. She pushes up her reading glasses up on her nose and places a hand on her hip. Her book is tightly clenched in the other hand. Her face looks angry but she is one of the least intimidating people on the earth. She looks cute instead of threatening. Or at least somewhat scary.

[Assistant]
Charles felt a rather rapid and annoying tapping on his right shoulder. He turned around and saw an equally annoying girl behind him. Quite the little pocket rocket she was. This one seemed like a real troublemaker. Nobody in the school, save for Chet, was brazen enough to approach him like that.

"Excuse me but who are you?" asked Charles.

Before one of his sycophants could launch an insult Charles silenced him with a simple hand gesture. He wanted to know what this little person had to say for herself.

[User]
Corrine could feel her face become hot. How rude! You can't answer a question with another question.

"Well, if you must know..." she starts. "My name is Corrine. I'm the new girl here. Today is my first day. Nice to meet you." She flashes a cute smile and continues her little rant. "It's too noisy here and I want to read my book in peace. But everybody keeps talking about the same thing. Something that happened on the football field, I believe. Could you tell me what happened? Pretty please?" Corrine asks.

This person didn't seem like a very warm or welcoming friend, but she'll take what she can get. He didn't give her the cold shoulder either, so he must be somewhat decent, right?

[Assistant]
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly. This girl was much more annoying than he thought. He really didn't like annoying people. Especially if they're as brazen as this. Though it seemed to Charles that this was the kinda girl who got herself into trouble on a regular basis. A possible pawn perhaps? If she's as wilful as she is ignorant then perhaps she very well may be. A little test was in order. Charles flashed his most charming smile.

"My name is Charles Lansaster III. Heir to the Lancaster oil fortune. You really must be new to this school if you don't know who I am. Pleased to make your acquaintance miss Corinne." he said.

He let his introduction sink in before continuing.

"Don't pay any mind to all that commotion. There were just a bunch of ruffians being as crass as ever. I'm sure you're savvy enough to not let yourself fall in with such a crowd." Charles commented. He flashed Corinne both a wink and a smile this time.


[System]
Nicknames/Titles: The Automated Sorcerer

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Species: Human

Social status: Independent Contractor

Appearance: A thin and frail eccentric gentleman with steely silver-colored eyes sporting an unusually seen combover hairstyle. He kept his dirt-colored hair short and over his head to leave his forehead bare. Despite being dubbed the sorcerer, he does not wear the typical cloak and hood associated with wizards, but instead prefers a rather aristocratic black wool gambeson worn over a dark-blue tunic and black breech. The gambeson would be long-sleeved whenever he goes out for long, and sleeveless when at home or muddling around his neighborhood.

Personality: On the one hand, Robert is very self-confident, arrogant even, most often expressed in his humor. He is witty, sociable, and does not shy away from most topics, except for a small project that he will only say he's working on. Quite a man to have a conversation with. But this only really happens when Robert is well-engaged in the conversation. If not, then his response will be terse, awkward even. After all, despite the social savviness, Robert is an introvert at heart, often reclusive and a little paranoid when it comes to things he love doing.

Powers/Abilities: Robert is knowledgeable in all forms of magic, and can perform almost all the simple schools of magic at an intermediate level, but comparing to well-trained wizards, he falls behind on pretty much all aspects. He relies on his craftsmanship and engineering knowledge in order to best these individuals.

Skills/Talents: When it comes to spending weeks to create magically-powered piece of machinery that can do the job of five wizards, or an automated magic sensor, Robert is the man to call. He is weak magically, but incredibly efficient and pragmatic whenever he applies them.

Personal possessions:
- Double-edged knife
- A set of simple tools like hammer/axe/ropes
- Crystals for restoring mana

Backstory: He is 29 years old, but his last traces only dates 8 years back in this world. The first time the public knew of his presence was when he introduced a magically-powered heat sensors to automatically guide ballista towards its targets. It was a surreal experience for the onlookers, both commoners and wizards alike. Magic users have long been able to sense heat, but to be able to help guide weapons automatically was unthinkable, and honestly quite unsettling for some of the wizards. He was invited to work on various secret weaponries from various factions, but sensing the discontent amongst the magic-world, Robert politely declined and instead switched to working freelance and on more...positive public work.

This does not really ease tensions between him and the wizards. Their fear was driven by jealousy and elitism that a man of weak magical prowess could do the things they can't do. His eccentricity attitude and appearance made him stand out, while his often high demands from his customers didn't help him. He ran into various incidents with them and after a particularly nasty one decided to move out entirely and set up his headquarter near a small village. There he lived reclusively, working almost obsessively on a project that he refused to speak about, but would still entertain anyone who would pay him a visit.

[User]
She was dead, right? Yeah, she definately died. There was no way she'd survived that plane crash. But then, why was she thinking? How was she thinking? Was this the afterlife?

This train of thought was the spark that restarted MacKensie's five senses. The first thing she was aware of was her heartbeat, which would steadily begin to quicken as her anxiety grew. The air was musty, and above the faint sound of the her own breath, there was a throbbing hum coming from... outside? The questions began to pile up on top of the already important conundrum. She moved her hands and reached around to find that she was in an enclosed space, and that's when her eyes shot open in fright to total darkness.

Forgivingly, she wasn't made to panic in the claustrophic environment as the front of the box popped open and the young woman rushed forward to freedom, tripping in her hastiness and sending her tumbling out of the stone coffin, unceremoniously onto the floor with a whiney shriek. The pain from the fall had her fleetingly think that this was absolutely not the afterlife. She looked at her outstretched arms, not recognising her clothes. Her eyes went on to spy the dimly lit room, the strange glowing blue light in the walls, and eventually the seven coffins behind her.

She gasped, paling with fear, eyes wide. There were literal coffins in the room. And yes, she had just jumped out of one. Butt-scooting away from the wall with the coffins, as others began to awaken, MacKensie was way past screaming in alarm. She was mute, at this point.
 She simply rose to her feet, against the opposite wall, an unwilling spectator to whatever might happen next.

[Assistant]
Four years ago...
Horses whinnied in alarm as the cart almost ran over a young goblin carrying a large sack on his back. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" the driver screamed. Crowds of people twice the creature's height jostled him back and forth, many unaware he was even there until they were almost on top of him. Most could not even hear his cries, let alone understand the words he was crying out to them.

["Help! Help me! Please! Please help- please help my baby brother!"]

Another person shoved him aside. He fell back on the stone pavement, and twisted himself so he wouldn't land on the precious cargo he carried. The goblin scrambled to his feet and pressed through the crowd.

["Can- can anyone- can anyone tell me where- where the goddess is?"] He grabbed onto a random passerby's sleeve. ["Please help me?"]

The woman snatched her arm away in disgust. "Ugh, go away."

As he watched the woman march off, he spotted a tower looming overhead. Maybe she's in there! He hefted the bag and plodded toward the tower, pushing and weaving his way through the crowd until he arrived at the gates. A pair of tall, imposing guards stood in the way.

"Go away," barked one of the guards.

The goblin got down on his knees and groveled before them. ["Please let me see the goddess! My baby brother is dying!"]

Neither guard understood the goblin language, but even they could gather he was making a request of them. "She's not taking any visitors right now."

The goblin crawled up to the guard's foot and clutched at the hem of his tunic, babbling something the guard still couldn't understand. Disgusted, the guard kicked him away. "I said go, you little shit!"

At that moment, the gates creaked open.

The guards immediately dropped to one knee in solemn reverence.

The goblin looked up to behold a human woman, robed in blackest ebony, whose silver eyes stared down at him from behind a featureless bone-white mask.

["My goddess!"] the goblin cried, and crawled up to her feet to grovel.
The woman knelt down and lifted his chin. ["You're a long way from home, little one. What brings you all this way?"]
The goblin suddenly looked up at her. ["You...you understand me?"]
["Well, I didn't live 500 years to not learn the language of my neighbors. You wish to make a request of me?"]
He withdrew the sack and laid it at her feet. ["Please save my baby brother. He's dying and I don't know who else to turn to."]

The woman gingerly opened the sack to find a baby goblin. It seemed to be only a few months old, but it was unusually small and frail for its age. Wheezing gasps came from its little mouth, and its skin was pallid and sickly. She checked for a pulse, and found it weakening by the minute.

["You did the right thing. Come."] She picked up the goblin child in one arm and gave the guards each a backhanded slap. "Do better next time," she chided. The guards bowed their heads in shame as she strode inside.

Once inside, she set the goblin child down and pulled out a piece of chalk, with which she began to draw a magic circle. Then she took a knife, cut her arm at the elbow, and dripped a few drops of blood in the circle. ["This is a magic circle designed to amplify the natural healing processes,"] she explained. ["Keep an eye on him for me while I prepare another spell, would you?"]

The goblin nodded and watched the embers of magic seep into his brother's body while the woman brought over her spear. "Analyze," she whispered, and the spear began to glow with a pale white light. She hovered the tip over the goblin child's body, and when the spell was complete, she touched her palm to the gem and closed her eyes.

["Intriguing."]

["Will he be okay?"]

She sat down across from him and folded her legs. ["Your brother is evolving."]

["E- evo- what?"]

["Evolving. He is changing inside into something greater than he was."]

["What is he changing into?"]

The twinkle of a smile sparkled in her eyes. ["A new person."]

[User]
*Yakeru*

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A soundless darkness. A sudden flash. A silhouette of a man running away. He had seen his face before. Now it was fading away but the eyes, the look they had, remained in his mind. The colour of red on his hands and chest, mixing with rain. No air. Pain. A soundless darkness. A flash of light again. White. An outstretched hand. Pain leaving him. Sleep.

With a sudden and deep gasp for breath, a young man got up from one of the now open coffins. He kept coughing and gasping for air for some time, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around him, paying only attention to himself. His hands quickly moved towards his chest where he had expected to be wound. Strangely there was nothing to see. His eyes wandered over his clothes, his breathing going from fast to a more irregular speed. He did not recognize the clothes he was wearing. Or did he? Vaguely, somewhere in the far reaches of his mind, he remembered seeing them before. Then he suddenly knew.

Feeling the fabric of the tunic for the first time, the outfit he had created and drawn for Yakeru, the hero of his light novel. It almost made him laugh in disbelief. Everything he was wearing was exactly how he had imagined it to be. Even the sword, that was lying next to him. The details were most impressive. His gloved hand touched the steel of the blade and he was surprised it felt warm instead of the expected cold.

Certainly I must be dreaming, right? But I remember getting shot...what happened?

Finally he turned his gaze to the coffin he was sitting in and he scrambled out of it in shock, the smile now gone from his face and his eyes going from bewildered to panicky. Was this some sort of crypt? In the dimly lit room he could make out other coffins against the wall. He swallowed. Did the dream turn into a nightmare? He tried to steady his breathing, calm down but he felt that he couldn't. Sensing he was not alone in the room, he quickly looked around to see if he could spot the person or persons there.

A young woman was standing at the opposite wall, watching him and he sighed a breathe of relief glad to see a friendly face albeit looking as shocked as he probably did.

"Uhm...Hello. Do you...know where we are?" He blinked and put his hand to his mouth. This was not his voice and yet he had spoken with it. Even though his heart was racing still from the slight fear, his voice had not sounded like how he felt but more like the voice of someone who considered all this just a nuissance.

His attention suddenly turned back to the other coffins. What was going on?

[Assistant]
David woke up with a sharp gasp, like he was desperate for a breath of air. Like he was deprived of air, looking around the room wondering what just happened. Last thing he remembered he was home, and now...he was here. Trying to remember his life on earth, what led up to this moment. Wait....he couldnt remember anything. His old life was gone like a blur. He knew his name, it was David, where he used to live and the face of a woman. Was she his mother? Getting out from the coffin, cursing as his legs gave out. Wondering how long he was passed out for. Looking around the room, seeing a few more people also waking up.

"Where the hell am I?" Everyone else looked just as confused as he was. They didnt seem like they were the one behind this, they looked just as confused as he was. Cursing as he tried to stand, looking around the room. Something felt wrong here, like someone or something was watching him in here. "Excuse me? Hello? Umm do any of you know where we are? Or....why were here."

Pinching himself, clearly he wasnt dreaming. Running his hands along his body, not feeling any wounds. And he wasnt scarred or anything. This didnt look like anyplace he been to before. Looking at the others, he decided to introduce himself. "Umm, My name is David Markovia....I think it is at least." he said, unsure if he was right about his past. Everything was still foggy, he couldnt remember much of what his life was like before. Just his name, where he lived, and a woman he recognized. That was it.


[System]
Alias: Static
Age: 17
Team: Young Justice Academy

Powers: Since being afflicted by the Big Bang gas, Virgil is akin to a human battery. While he can't hold or produce unlimited power, he can siphon it from electrical devices, and charges naturally (though slowly) by collecting static from moving around.

By discharging said electricity, he can manipulate it too his will, blasting targets or applying a charge to objects or surfaces. This includes magnetic charges, allowing him to attract/repel things with a charge, like moving metal, such as his trademark collapsible saucer.

Weaknesses: In the event Virgil has charged up or absorbed too much power, it becomes more difficult to control, often sparking out, requiring him to discharge a fair amount before it returns to normal. Of course, in general, if he uses too much power, his capabilities will be limited until he can recharge, either through a source such as power lines or after some rest. He also has issues with water, which can easily disrupt his charges.

Appearance:

Personality: Wise cracking and cool headed, Virgil's been known to get full of himself at times his cockiness occasionally leading him into danger. As one of the only heroes who sprouted from Dakota's Big Bang, he has a rather strong moral compass thanks to his strict upbringing. He has a tendency to be a bit immature, but with the recent Man of Steel situation, chances are Virgil is going to have some growing up to do.

Brief Bio: Native to Dakota City, Illinois, Virgil grew up as just one part of the city's rather sizable black community. Under a strict father, Robert, and a kind mother, Jean, along with a bratty sister, Sharon, Virgil was more blessed with family than many, but the city's rampant gang violence took his mother from him at a young age. Gone too soon, Jean's death in the line of duty wouldn't change the city over night, being just one in a long list of casualties, but even though Virgil was barely old enough to comprehend the finality of death, it would change his home life for years to come, with Robert's desire to keep his children out of trouble resulting in a tighter grip, while Sharon felt the need to fill the gap her mother left, with questionable results.

Entering the school life, Virgil was rather gifted, but as he excelled, for every time a teacher praised him, a peer derided him. Maybe some were just jealous, or spiteful (shame chill pills aren't prescribed until after puberty), but some took it too a more personal level, saying he wasn't 'thug' enough, or not 'black' enough. Being too young to properly process it, and to fearful of the consequences of taking either path, be it separation from his peers or the scorn of his father, his grades, and friends, fluctuated, Virgil always trying to balance both sides, yet never managing to quite satisfy either. The more he hung with bad crowds, the more his grades slipped, and the more he flaked on his friends to study, the less he'd have to come back to.

In middle school, the bullying hit a rise, but Virgil was rescued by an upperclassman, Larry Wade. While he was one of the most infamous juvenile delinquents in his side of the city, Larry took a liking to Virgil, offering him an answer to his plight: protection. Virgil could join his gang, giving him shielding from those who would harass him, while also having comrades regardless of how often he could hang. The catch? Larry would call in a favor every so often: sometimes it would be help with homework, other times Virgil would be the one to run to the store to pick up some food. All in all, not a bad arrangement!

By the time Virgil was in high school, his sister was in college, juggling a part time job while trying to get into medical school, Virgil was forced to move to the other side of the city, in hopes of making things even just a little easier for her. Virgil saw Larry and the gang less often, but they still saw each other: things didn't change much, until gang violence started to get higher. Virgil, a bit further away from trouble, was able to keep his head down and avoid most of it, things going pretty well as he gained new friends in the more relaxed high school of a better neighborhood.

One year ago, however, Larry found Virgil and called in a favor, one less desirable than any of the last. Virgil had thought he was going to hang, but after learning he was being pushed into joining in on a gang fight and given a firearm, his opinion of his arrangement with Larry shifted drastically. But when Virgil protested, Larry assailed him with guilt. This was big: bigger than any of the scuffles Larry got in, and if they failed, he'd no longer have the influence to keep Virgil out of trouble. One night of pain for a school life of peace was all Larry was asking for. And so, though his feet trudged along with the weight of hesitance and anxiety, Virgil followed into the quiet storage yard in the city's worst district.

Before the fighting broke out, his father's voice raging in his head, Virgil got cold feet as tensions mounted, and ended up fleeing mere minutes before it began, Larry's wrath at being ditched by Virgil following his steps. Disposing of the gun, Virgil prayed he could escape without incident as the fight broke out, hoping he could slip through in the confusion, but the police arrived. And worse yet, in the panic, a mysterious eruption occurred, gas of a different shade mixing with the tear gas expended to halt the gang bangers, marking the Big Bang. As the mutagen engulfed the gang bangers, affecting their very makeup, those closest to the initial outbreak were affected the quickest. The volatile transmutations resulted in roughly 90% of those afflicted dying, and it's a miracle that the number was that low. Of those remaining, while the incubation period would vary from minutes, to hours, to days, they would survive, though most of them with horrid disfigurements, often somehow crippled: bones too heavy to lift, skin too ridged to move, or body imbalanced by strange growths. Perhaps about 1% were lucky enough to be gifted, and Virgil was among them, passing out in a ditch, escaping notice in all the chaos.

By dawn, he continued to remain hidden, but not by his own will. Virgil awoke amid a bed of metal shavings stuck in his clothes, nails jabbed into his hair, and a blanket of garbage can lids and the metal refuse within. Digging himself free, he made the walk of shame home; tired, bruised, reeking, and strangely bewitching for the metallic friends and family of Dakota City.

While the scolding he revived from his father was legendary, Virgil was in no position to despair over his grounding, as he quickly discovered his powers, and the fact that he was not alone. Shamefully, most of the other Bang Babies who made off with a true gift, squandered it, which was no surprise considering most of them were gang bangers. In a rare position to do something about it, Virgil donned the mask and became the hero Static.

While his start was rough as he tried to find a footing under his grounding, he eventually soared, though he never quite nailed balancing his hero life and his regular one (does anyone?). While he worked independently for a good while, as of a few weeks ago, he got a message from a certain Bat of Gotham. Virgil never really got around to joining Young Justice, mostly due to a nagging feeling that it was outside of his capabilities (more schedule wise than skill wise, though it's not Virgil checked to see if they have a landline in the phone book or a mail in questionnaire), but now was as good a time as any. And who could turn down the goddamn Batman?

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Billy headed out with the rest of the team as they took off towards the city but along the way got distracted by a group of techno-drone zombies just waltzing about. Captain Marvel hadn't had much to punch other then simulations prior to today so he was taking this as an opportunity to get the feel for the art of warfare again. Captain Marvel showed up just in time to hear his name along with Static's at the request of the hairy hero Superbeast.

"Help's my middle name!" Captain Marvel exclaimed, as he came flying straight at the drone generator tower before shooting upwards mere centimeters from the surface of the building.

"See ya at the top beastie boy!" Marvel teased at Superbeast.

After a moment Billy thought about how clever his comment really was calling Superbeast beastie boy. The teen chuckled to himself as he reached the top of the building and landed in a triumphing pose. The red lightning beast form of Superbeast reached the top as well super charging the generator's power supply with the alien lightning from it's body. The generator's green glowing bits began glowing brighter. Smoke began erupting from specific areas. And then Cap asked a stupid question, mind you he doesn't think things through....

"So how are we going to go about thi-- you know what, never mind I think I can probably guess." the teen called down to Superbeast as he shot once more into the sky above the clouds.

Calling upon the mighty powers of Zues, Billy summoned storm clouds below. With no words, only a smile, the hero plummeted downwards towards the building just as when he would assume Superbeast would be getting out of his striking distance on top of the evil skyscraper. As the divinely empowered teen neared the building he reeled his fist back and struck the skyscraper. Captain Marvel's fist hit dead in the center of the largest glowing 'bulb' just as lightning struck the same very spot. The raw power made a large indentation in the building bulb and fried some of the innards.

The Captain turned to look at Superbeast, "I've got the volts but not the amps. Or I have the amps but not the volts. No wait its-- basically I have a lot of power but it's not constant enough." he sputtered out as he once more charged energy in the clouds, readying another strike.

The excessive electrical discharge would probably be good for his compadre Static as well. To Billy's understanding, Virgil got his electrical charge from actual static charge in the air or something weird like that. Cap didn't usually pay attention to any convoluted description of other metahumans' powers. He dug the young hero's style. The goggles, the suit, the flying metal discs that formed his current glider. Marvel pondered switching his cape out for a cool coat.

"Better to keep with the classic.." he thought, readying another strike from above.

"You got this, Marvel!" Superbeast screamed upwards as more techno-zombie drones entered the area below.

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St William was about to go further down into the subway when he heard the sound of weapon fire and the cry of one of his teammates. He immediately drew his sword and ran in the direction of the sounds. The closer he got the more he could make out the now more mechanical voice of the hero cyborg and guessed that the minion of the wicked demon Brainiac had found them. It looked like not all of the enslaved Justice League members were off defending the towers and that meant St William would have a chance to smite evil with the power of God. Once he got on the scene Finn almost immediately had to jump to the side in order to avoid being hit right in the chest by a blast from his former teammate.

"Victor Stone, I hope you've asked God for mercy, because I have to exorcise the evil that has taken over your mind. In the name of God I command you to stand down!" He ordered Cyborg and then shoved his palm out at the enslaved hero and his techno-zombie minions. They would then be hit with a massive wave of invisible force that would send them and everything not bolted down flying. St William's first tactic was to unbalance them and then go on a more direct assault. In this situation he needed to save his energy and not use it carelessly. With a single leap he jumped at into air and came down upon a techno-zombie with an aerial spinning slash. His blade easily cut through the creature's body, slicing it in half and causing it to fall to the ground.

William then began to swing his sword around in very quick and precise slashes to take down the mechanic horrors as quickly as possible. He managed to kill five at once with a powerful sweeping swing of his sword in a 360 degree spin and decapitated all five of them. His armor was much lighter than normal armor of its style and it offered more range of motion, William was not hindered in the slightest when it came to high speed movement. He also incorporated leaps and aerial maneuvers into his assault upon the evil creatures. A more aerial and kinetic style of fighting would help him keep moving among the techno-zombies without losing any momentum and it was best to not remain in one place.

"I will not allow you wicked creatures to continue your acts of sin upon the innocent people of this city! I shall send you all to hell by my righteous blade!" St William shouted as he sliced through one techno-zombie after another and made sure to try keep track of Cyborg so that he wasn't taken off guard by the mind-controlled metal man. After cleaving a creature's head in half, St William made another shoving motion with his hand and sent several more techno-zombies flying with his Hand of God technique.


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 35

Appearance: Artos stands tall at 6feet, with a muscular physique and and ice blue eyes. Upon his back from right shoulder to left hip is a bright blue scar that has never healed properly in the arctic winds, a reminder of what arrogance can cost someone. Upon his left hand is a plated glove connecting to a heavy piece of solid iron circling his wrist used to deflect an enemies attack and open up a riposte. The rest of his equipment is very lightly armored to allow maximum movement. Three flasks on his back hip store the crystal clear water he purifies personally and uses on his blade when no other sources of water are useable.
Artos' skin is a pale blue, the same as his fathers, with snowy short cut white hair.

Brief summary of abilities
Flowing water - A steam of water flows from his blades when in use and splash along anything his weapon touches, getting his opponents thoroughly soaked.
Sub-zero - As the name implies he creates a pocket of intense cold, freezing anything in the zone of control solid. Those doused in his waters are often left in a coffin of ice.
Frozen blade - A variation on flowing water, a thin coat of sub zero water freezes along the blade making it a blunt/piercing style that often forces parts of the body hit to become completely numb. With a bit more control he can force the water to shape outwards and expand on the blades length to provide extra reach.
Soothing calm - Restorative magic channeled through his pure waters creates a slow regenerative effect.

Far to the north there is a realm obscured by endless winter inhabited by warriors who fear not the fangs of deaths icy touch. It is here Artos was trained in the harnessing of this merciless form of combat under the tutelage of his father Archibald Bane, trained to kill any who would see his homeland invaded by the outside. Taught to hate with the same unforgiving manner their homeland would take them with. His father had trained until his body had turned an icy blue, so infused with the frozen magic that permeated his home, and developed a style all of his own using thawed ice found deep within a mountain of colossul ice. The water was pure and flowed to the tune of Archibalds magic like a puppet, taking whatever form he desired, freezing and returning to liquid with a thought, and enhancing his own natural affinity in the process.

This style of combat was passed down in full to his son who adapted to the merciless weather and training without complaint, mastering the magic at an alarming rate. By the age of 20 Artos had perfected every technique his father had developed over a lifetime of study and dedication. To the next challenge Artos claimed true mastery and further improved upon the style. A weapon forged just for his own hands was commissioned, a set of twin double edged longswords, blessed by his father and forged by a master smith, became extensions of his very being. Years down the road he would reforge the handles of these blades, making them much longer and allowing both to connect at the base of the hilt with its sister weapon. With this versatile arsenal it was without question that Artos had become a legend to his nameless home. Rather than seek the life of protecting his home and rearing a family of his own the lad set out to explore life beyond the chill winds and familiar scenary. Now he is a wandering blade master in seek of challenge.

Artos is a loyal and honest swordsman with strong loyalty to whomever has earned his services, believing in the ultimate concept of right and wrong, and adaptable to any situation. Artos displays little emotion in battle beyond the need to prove to himself that his mastery over blade and magic is superior, not to his opponents or his master, but to his father. Despite the serious nature of his being, Artos is still a pleasant and friendly person to be around when the fighting is over.

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John's comment seemed to throw Altar Boy off for a second, most people usually were, but for his credit he recovered quickly. His rambling didn't interest him too much until he said "Apostate", meaning he was kicked out of the pearly gates. Good, if it was true. But John had no reason to trust this man just yet and continued to stare him down, "Well then...come on in. Don't mind Hellion, she's harmless. Oh, and don't touch anything...for your own good." said John in a tone which could be described as disinterested, but the rules of hospitality forced him to at least listen to what this peddler had to say.

The living room was a bizarre mashup of wards, herbs, and heavy metal memorabilia. John gestured to the couch as he began to fill two glasses with bourbon, handing one to Alter Boy before swinging out a chair and sitting in it backwards. "So spill it church man, what do you have that's so important that you need to come to my backwoods. Hmm"

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Nemo palmed the dagger attached to the back of his belt as the woman spawned weapons and looked ready to charge. However before a fight could start the abrupt entrance of Raiya postponed it. As she spoke Nemo ran the same tests that he did Tsukihi earlier; this was the person he was looking for. She had the coolest jacket of all the people he had fought that night, only someone with fashion sense that good could have put together this club to him.

Nemo was still trying to piece what Tsukihi had meant when she said the boss wasn't feeling well. Something was definitely off with what had happened so far. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it yet.

"I had always hoped they'd call me Smiley. Sadly that one wasn't as popular..." He commented. "Himself? I don't know if that's the term I'd use. You can't forget Garvian and the scores of men he brought with him." Nemo remarked. "Though I suppose Felix was the only one left that could pull his weight."

"Good question, I've recently been tasked with a new mission. The details I can't really share here, but that's not important yet. You see, I've done a lot of jobs by myself, and that little stay at Mamertine was more than enough for me to realize... I need a partner. Or a bodyguard, if that's what you want to call it. The point is that things will be a lot more entertaining with a plus one at my side to shake up the routine. That's where you come in." Nemo explained.

"For beating thing one and thing two here I want to raise the stakes in a little wager. I'll fight anybody here you choose, if I win, you work for me and have to do what I say until my job is done. If I lose, I'll do whatever you want." He finished.

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Felix followed the man into his house which was filled with various occult nick knacks, and music memorabilia. Felix eventually took a seat on a couch in front of the large man.

"I know that pagans and the church have a rocky past, which is to say it as lightly as possible. But the reason I am here is the same reason as why I am not here on any official capacity, why I am no longer affiliated with the church that raised me. What I have to tell you goes all the way to the top of the catholic church, and also branches out to different groups that are not affiliated with each other." Felix cleared his throat and continued.

"A few months back, the catholic arcanocracy held a summit. During that summit a fellow arch-magi by the name of Thadeus brought forth a motion to start a search and collection of artifacts of horrific power named, Paragons. Having done extensive research on the Paragons myself, I was well aware of what these items were theoretically capable of. So naturally, I voted against the motion. The then papal-magi had also voted against the motion, and the motion was denied. I had thought that would be the end of it, and it was for a few months. Unfortunately, soon after the papal-magi died and was replaced by Thadeus's brother, Cornelius. Around three days ago there was another summit, and Thadeus brought forth the same motion he did before. Only this time, the vote was in his favor, and the papal-magi made the Paragon search top priority." Felix took a deep breath.

"Normally, if a motion as passed that I do not agree with, I will voice my displeasure, and wash my hands of the matter entirely. But that night, I had a horrible dream. In the dream a voice told me many things. It told me that the Catholic Arcanocracy was not the only group looking for the Paragons. It showed me all the brutal ends this world would come to should any group get their hands on these items, any group other than a group I create. This voice told me to gather up a group of guardians to get the Paragons before any other group can, and seal them away so no one can ever get their hands on them. When I awoke from the dream, I was sitting at my desk, with a quill in hand. I had wrote this-" Felix pulled out the parchment from the side pocket on his backpack, unfolded it, and placed it on the coffee table facing John. "Somehow, in my sleep, I was made to write a list of names and locations. Your name is among the various other names written here. I have already gathered most of the others on this list. They are all back at my headquarters."

Felix thought for a moment before continuing.

"In the dream I had, I was shown that it wasn't just the Catholic Arcanocracy that could bring about the end of the world. I was shown that there were many other groups hungry to get their hands on the Paragons. Societas Academia, the Disciples of Salem, the Cult of the Enlightened... All of them are bound to bring about the end of the world in their own way if I don't stop them... If we don't stop them. John Barrows, I don't know why, but I need your help. You are essential in stopping the end of the world. So please, will you join us?" Felix finished.

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"Hmm? A bodyguard? Well, fancypants, what if I chose myself as the fighter? What if I wiped your smug little grin off the face of this earth right here and now? No one would blame me. You came here uninvited, no doubt took out my bouncers to do so. And you almost killed my Dealer's Choice and fight official. I am sure that would warrant a show of strength from the boss herself, no?There are probably some here that would think me weak if I myself didn't confront you and take you out like the trash you are. Raiya tilted her head back and cackled briefly, baring her fangs. The sobering up that she received from her fall seemed to only be temporary, because she was starting to feel cloudy once more.

"Where would you be then? The one you wished to recruit as your bodyguard being the one to end your pathetic life?" Electricity crackled in her hair, her eyes began to glow a radiant, stormy grey.

Tsukihi could tell that the Raiya was not sobered up at all, and the moment of clarity she had was quickly waning. If she were to unleash her full arsenal, unrestrained in the club, she would kill thousands. Even if Raiya was vicious, she wasn't heartless. Raiya needed her gang members, and allies. Murdering them by accident would be the last thing she would want. Oh no...

[Assistant]
Nemo seemed overly calm despite Raiya's threats. Oncoming mortal danger seemed to be almost commonplace for him at this point. He took the time to further analyze her. The pieces of the puzzle were falling together, reaching an apex when a peculiar smell hit Nemo's nose after focusing on his senses; her breath smelled like alcohol.

"She's wasted." He thought, almost grinning.

It all made sense now, her sloppy looking fall, Tsukihi's comments, and Raiya's increasingly audacious and impaired way of speaking. "Here I thought girls were supposed to smell like flowers." He mumbled to himself, probably loud enough for the two in the ring to hear.

"So you want to kill me then if you win?" Nemo asked. "Sounds good." He said plainly. "Though If I'm not being too bold, I might suggest for you to rethink your choice of fighter. Tsukihi here tells me you haven't been feeling well, I'd hate to fight someone when they're not at their best."


[System]
Age: 18, almost 19

Gender: Male

Appearance:
This is his face, but he will have the clothing that's depicted in his hybrid form:

Without the weapon:

Personality: Ryu is a rather reserved individual. He keeps mostly to himself, preferring to spend his downtime reading and learning as much as he can about humans, since he had been away from human civilization for ten whole years. As such, he has developed a fondness for reading and learning new things. He almost always has a book on him that he can read through when he has down time. However, he is still more than willing to cooperate and communicate effectively with crewmates. However, he does still try to keep his past and powers secret. He is most afraid of somebody finding out that he's in possession of a sacred dragon fruit that the Marines would pay high-dollar for and that he would be immediately detained and handed over again. He also fears what will happen if people discover that he is from a World Noble family, as he has discovered what the outside world thinks of the Tenryuubito.

Due to his upbringing during those critical stages of development, he has discovered a very strong moral compass and appreciation for life. He does not enjoy seeing lives end, no matter how insignificant it may seem. In his mind, there are only two times when it is okay to kill another life form: for sustenance or to protect other life. He has also decided that, if he is going to live with humans again, he will do it saving life if he can do so. He was raised to respect life and was taught medical knowledge by the one who raised him. And he has decided that he will NOT let that go to waste.

Ryu was originally a World Noble's son. He was a Tenryubito. However, one day, his family was on a cruise and the ship was destroyed. As far as the world knows, all of the marines on that ship and that family were killed in a storm. However, Ryu soon woke up in the care of a large dragon that could speak telepathically to him. He soon came to realize that he had been saved by a dragon. He'd been saved out of pity due to the fact that he was a young child of 8 years. The dragon in that cavern, the elder, soon revealed that where he found himself was an island completely unknown to humans. They called it simply the Island of Dragons, where dragons lived a life not unlike human life, though naturally without technology.

At first, Ryu was angry and suffered withdrawal from his privileged lifestyle. One day, however, this dragon, the elder, took him to a large tree they called Yggdrasil that gave life to the entire island. This area of the island was considered sacred to the dragons. The giant tree bore six large fruits. The dragon revealed that these fruits are what the humans called "Devil's Fruits" and that these specific fruits are unique to this island, and each fruit is considered as sacred as the tree itself. From that day forward, Ryu began to learn from the dragons. And over a period of ten years, he has undergone a dramatic personality shift and studied underneath the elder.

One day, ten years later, however...everything changed. The government discovered this island's existence when a routine hunt by the dragons accidentally comes across a Shichibukai...and they are killed by that Warlord. They then discover where that dragon came from, and eventually, an Admiral is brought alongside that Warlord to the island. They soon discover the existence of this mysterious tree that grows Devil's Fruits...and they attempt to strike a deal with the dragons: hand over the fruits and allow them to study the tree...or the entire island is destroyed. The elder, about to accept the offer, is interrupted by another dragon, who attacks the Admiral, believing that the dragons should prefer to die than to lose their sacred fruits and allow humans to invade such sacred ground and study the tree. The Admiral kills that dragon, and the dragons rally behind the now-dead dragon. The elder, now backed into a corner, makes a choice. He flies up, protected by his kin, and remove the fruits from the tree and escapes.

In the end, the dragons realize that they cannot defeat these two humans, even if they all fought together. As such, they decide what they will do: they burn the tree down completely. Rather than allow these humans, so evil in their eyes, who would kill their entire species, to gain something so precious as knowledge from their tree...they would rather destroy it and bring the fruits away from the island and scatter. In the end, five dragons meet with the elder. They each take a fruit and leave the island, leaving just the red fruit with the elder. The elder urges Ryu to climb onto his back so that they can fly away. Unfortunately, they are cut off by the Shichibukai while the Admiral deals with the rest of the attacking dragons. The elder, the strongest dragon on the island, gives the fruit to Ryu and insists that he flees while he fights the Shichibukai. Ryu does leave, but is forced to hide when the Admiral shows himself. Knowing that there is no way he would escape with the fruit, he does the only thing he can think of to get it off of the island: he eats it.

He is then found and detained by the Admiral. The next day, he is placed into the Shichibukai's custody to be taken to the Marine's top scientist to study the effects of the fruit and find a way to track down the other dragon fruits. However, when they next arrive at a port for supplies...Ryu finds that a key has been left behind. Whether it was a goof of the Marine on duty or intentionally left by somebody, he didn't care. He just used the key to escape his seastone cuffs and fled the boat, commandeering another ship, and setting sail into the seas. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched the entire time....

The story picks up several months after his escape into the world. He has attempted to master the power of his fruit, and since escaped the Grand Line by bartering passage on sailor's ships in exchange for labor...to whichever sea we decide to start in. Once he arrives, he leaves that crew and seeks to start his own. He believes that he has acquired enough skills with his fruit to either gather a crew of his own (a crew comprised ONLY of individuals that he finds to be trustworthy of knowing the power he possesses)...or join a crew that already exists that he feels he can trust.

Devil Fruit: Ryu Ryu no Mi, Model: Fire (Draco-Draco Fruit, Legendary Zoan Type)

Ryu is a Dragon Human, wielder of the Fire Dragon Fruit, one of six Dragon Fruits in the world (each of a different elemental focus). However, it is very untrained. He currently only possesses one main ability:

Partial Transformation

Ryu has developed the ability to transform any part of his body into full dragon form that he wants. However, only one part of his body can be transformed at any one time, and it requires effort to maintain that transformation for any extended periods of time. For example, he can turn a hand into a claw or his back into dragon wings, but not both at the same time.

It is worth noting, however, that in the transformed state, his scales function similar to body armor that does not weigh him down. The exceptions are the scales on the bottom of his jaw, the front of his neck and torso and down to his bottom of his tail. These scales are much softer and will not protect him any more than human clothing.

The following are abilities/powers that he cannot yet utilize, but will probably learn in the future:

* The ability to completely transform into the two basic Zoan-type forms: Dragon, and Dragon Man hybrid.
* The ability to fly. Whether it's a limitation of the Devil's Fruit itself or there is something that Ryu just isn't understanding about dragon wings, he is incapable of using those wings to fly. Even in his full dragon form, he is unable to keep himself in the air, let alone carry anything in that form. He will likely only be able to attain this ability if he can ever find another sentient dragon willing to teach him how. He may learn how to fly as he practices, but he will never be able to learn more than flying the length of a football field in his hybrid form (doubled in his pure dragon form) by practicing on his own or learning from a non-dragon.
* The ability to breathe fire. One of the most well-known of dragon abilities, fire breathing, is impossible for him at this point in time. He knows from his days spent on the Island of Dragons that Fire Dragons are able to breathe a more powerful flame than any other dragon type. However, he cannot as of yet even breath a puff of smoke. He knows, though, that hatchlings cannot breathe flames either, so he figures that this ability may simply come to him in time.

It is also worth noting that his pure dragon form is where he can exert the most physical strength, but his hybrid form has the greatest speed.

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Hibiki fervently nodded, clearly not wanting to risk this man's blade being raised toward him again. He knew very well that there was nothing he could do without his own weapon. "Y-yeah, o-of course. Y-you got it!" he managed to stammer out, still frozen on the ground at Mitsuki's feet.

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Ryu's eyes widened as he realized that Baku's cannon was already aimed directly at him. And then there was the loud sound of cannonfire and a large cannonball headed straight for him. "Armor-!" he managed to cough out, crossing his arms before the collision. A loud explosion erupted from the area as the cannonball made contact, kicking dirt and dust into the air. There was silence for a few moments as the wind started to blow the debris away and make the area more visible....

At that point, a figure emerged from the smoke, rushing straight for the Marine Captain. He had managed to survive the blow by activating his Red Dragon Armor like how he'd survived the direct blow from the cannon itself earlier. Once the explosion had passed, he was able to revert to his normal form and kick off of the ground, hoping to take advantage of the momentary smokescreen and catch the Marine off-guard.

Ryu's target was in sight; his knowledge of the human body was going to come in handy here. He pulled his right hand back, palm stretched, as his arm transformed from the tips of his fingers to the elbow, resulting in a dragon claw being formed. He then leaped forward as quickly as he could once he draw close enough.

"Red Dragon...Claw!" he shouted, thrusting his arm forward and aiming to slam his claw as powerfully as he could into center of Baku's torso. His goal was not to strike at his stomach nor his chest. But rather, strike directly at the area in-between. His hope was that apply enough pressure to cause the celiac plexus some damage. He was well-versed in human anatomy and knew that enough force to this area would cause this collection of nerves to feel it, causing the owner greater pain than normal as well as shortness of breath. If he could just strike with enough force, he could probably stun the Captain long enough for him to deliver his finishing blow...or so he hoped at least.

[Assistant]
"Now, get the hell out of here," Mitsuki stated, turning away from the broken Marine. He was just in time to see Baku smash down at the prone Ryu. Luckily, the boy was still quick on his feet. He managed to get away, but Baku wasn't going to let up. Gritting his teeth, Mitsuki shot forward, dashing towards the two in a flash.

~ ~ ~

Baku growled in annoyance as his cannon fire seemed to do nothing to his adversary. He wasn't armored anymore. The claw slammed into his chest and he felt the sharp edges dig into his flesh. That was what he wanted, though. He brought his arm up and grabbed the boy's arm, slamming the end of the gun into his stomach. He grinned. "Game over, kid," he stated, readying to fire...just before a blade sunk into the man's wrist.

He let go of the cannon in pain, the metal figure crashing to the ground haphazardly as he whirled around to face his new annoyance. He swung the dragon boy, attempting to use the boy's body to bludgeon the swordsman. Mitsuki was ready for it, though, sliding underneath the swing. He grabbed his sword on his way through, slicing clean through the man's arm.

Baku let go of Ryu at that moment, roaring in pain even as Mitsuki leapt away from him, creating distance when he tried to swing blindly at him. "Kid, knock him out!" the swordsman yelled over the cries of pain.


[System]
Age: 14

Appearance:

Her soul gem is an emerald green color, and is located inside of her hair ribbon where it is secured from falling while in mid flight.
Nationality: Danish

Personality: Carina is a relatively happy and laid back person. She enjoys the freedom of not having to work or worry about anything major in her life, and sees no problem with taking it easy when she gets the chance. Nonetheless she will put her effort into a magical girl even if she's more willing to appreciate the benefits of the position as well. Innocent, fun loving, overall her life is fairly good.

Afflictions: N/A

Wish: "I wish I didn't have so much responsibility." Afterwards things returned to the way that they had been, Carina treated the same as the rest of her sibling for the most part. The wish is an escape, a freedom from the chains and expectations held upon her, allowing her to do what she wants and act as she wishes. All the better, as far as she's concerned.

Biography: Carina was an ordinary girl, for the most part. Born in Denmark, she grew up with a relatively carefree life that was nonetheless marked with some tension. That came in the form of her fathers work, which had him moving several times. Due to that she always felt a bit unsettled, forced to repeat making friends and slowly losing contact with the ones that she had had. Nonetheless she tried to stay positive, to look on the bright side, and be happy.

At last they settled in Danzig, which is hopefully the last move that they have to make. She has adjusted to life here once more, made some new friends, dealt with the bullies that cropped up, and turned her attention to her schoolwork where she is decidedly adequate. Partly that is because of the move, but she has ended up not being too good, and not too bad. Just the middle. Yet as the oldest sibling, she has found herself saddled with more responsibility, the pressure to be a role model for her juniors. Responsibility she doesn't want.

Enter Kyubey, with a solution to her problem. so she made her wish, and things have returned relatively to normal for now, which is good as far as she's concerned. She's gotten a bit into the magical girl business, but still doesn't really know all that well what she's doing. But she's confident that she'll learn it, sooner or later.

Skills: Singing, Average high school education, painting,

Threads of Fate: 4

Magical Weapon: Carina wields a pair of ornately carved silver butterfly swords, which she has a bit of experience in. I would suggest caution, though her ability to fly makes up for her lack of long range capabilities.

Experience: 2

Magical Ability:
Flight - As a result of her wish, Carina is able to fly for a limited period of time, dependent on the current state of her magical reserves.
-Boost - A component of flight, Carina has been able to activate a sort of 'boost' mode, granting her even more increased speed and movement, without a drop in performance when it comes to her combat capabilities.

Signature and Finisher: N/A

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[User]
Beth Wilde
After few month I finally made it to Danzig place of many views and great things to do there it be a dream to go here and now i'm finally here "all right let do this!" I walk downtown I need a place to stay I think a hotel I check my wallet I only got 2 coins and 1 doller bill....I guess sleeping in the streets is the only chose or I can earn some tips so I pull out my violin and start playing.

[Assistant]
Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, Abandoned Housing.

She had finally arrived at another city.

She had been walking around aimlessly for quite a while now, unsure of where to go. Forests and roads don't often have witches on them, so she had been using her powers sparingly, trying to keep her Soul Gem as shiny as possible. It would be hard to hunt witches if she ran out of magic after all, and the only way to get more was by actually defeating a witch, and claiming a Grief Seed.

Frederica Bernhardt wrapped the oversized hooded coat around her tightly, aware of how she looked like; a dirty homeless girl in an oversized frayed hooded coat, wearing mismatched shoes and nothing else beside those. Being someone that wanders from place to place didn't really give her much options in terms of fashion after all. At least she had a relatively intact backpack, though most would frown at the rather worn appearance. Not that there was really anyone here in this dump that barely resembled a broken down house.

Following the death of her friend, and her gaining the power of a Magical Girl, she had simply left her country without so much as a word, evading the police, evading any and all that might link her back to her family, anything that might shake her resolve. She had lived the life of a tramp since then, moving from place to place, sometimes going hungry for a few days, but all that didn't bother her much anymore.

This was her calling, her destiny, her FATE.

Why else would she be granted this power? With every witch she destroyed, the magical girls would be closer to salvation, closer to living their life peacefully, closer to happiness. With every witch destroyed, less magical girls will have to fight, less will have to suffer, less will have to DIE. For that alone, she would be willing to suffer, willing to take on their pain, or their death, should it come to that.

Only when all the witches had disappeared, then she could rest. Perhaps even return to her family, and tell them of her deed. Perhaps. It was very unlikely for them to actually believe her stories after all.

Frederica would have dearly liked to go out and hunt witches right then and there, but after all that walking and searching for a relatively quiet place, she would rather rest. Rest until the night comes,where she didn't have to worry much about normal people being caught in her fights.

With that, she huddled in one corner, hugging her backpack as she closed her eyes, awaiting the night.

Awaiting her FATE.

[User]
Kei Wentz
Something flapped past in a red silhouette, blinking through the gap of the street in the side of Kei's vision. She skidded to her feet. Sudden movements like that caught her eye much more than they had a year ago.

Red coat, black sleeves, I've seen that before. And a day-seizing, bristlingly confident run. Kei swung herself back onto the road, but the girl had gone. So has the witch she was after. Speak of the devil, hey? Stretch; There might be a need to run along, to try and smooth over any unwanted attention. Mary seemed to know what she was doing witchwise. It was people that still gave her the occasional problem, although she could stride through an impolite gaze without missing a beat. Somehow. Still, when Kei set off on the trail, she kept her eyes open and her jog brisk; Even the most loosely acquainted company was better than nothing, and maybe- Psht, yeah right, maybe, she could be persuaded to share the Seed. Maybe sometimes, even God felt generous.

She hadn't had a chance to see the pursuer's face, but she felt comfortable assuming that Mary was the only Girl in the city with a costume like that, and the gall to sprint after a witch in the open in full gear. The seed of doubt only started to root in her head when someone else, a second body, flicked into the sun and passed on ahead of her, hurrying on the same trail. For a moment, a forward-facing ray of light caught her eye.

"Hej!" It was Kei's most comfortable Polish word, given that it was homophonous with the English one and meant pretty much the same thing, too. A bit too casual, maybe, but damned if she was about to reveal how jittery the rest of her Polish was just to hail someone on a street, even an unfamiliar Magical Girl.

Besides, the second girl was most likely another bilingual immigrant. No one else would wear school uniform and bag on a festival. Is she trying to keep Mary out of trouble? I'll try and get her digits if I catch up. Or, well, not. Maybe the student didn't even own a phone. Well, she certainly wouldn't pick up when she was running like that.

Realisation dawned that there really wasn't any need for her to keep following, several seconds after she had actually stopped. A double hunt. There would be no room to share anyway. Mary- It was her, right?- already had a tagalong, and both of them had a long head start. Kei spun on her ankle on the paved old street, churning with indecision. She wanted to follow. Really. She wanted to see the new girl's face and watch whatever relationship she had with the familiar-looking girl in red, but hadn't she already committed to letting this run go?

"Uuunh. Fuck." Kei kicked the ground and stamped angrily, deliberately away from the witchcall. The tension she'd relieved seconds earlier wound itself back up in her ankles, drove her forward, back up along the mainstreet, head down. Fine, then! She'd find someone else to play with. And... Maybe practice a little retail therapy first. Something sweet and selfish.

Joining the queue of a stand alongside a row of others, she tasted hot sugar on the air. Misgivings rose imperceptibly when she saw the familiar shape of the caramel someone was nibbling at, then grew conscious as the swell of people thinned out and she heard a voice, a real, recognisable laugh in a tone she'd only seldom heard but would never mistake. Oh. No. Uh oh. Whoops. Confusion bubbled, and when she finally looked Mary in the face, the real Mary Beth, it swelled into a crescendo and popped into uncertainty.

The wrong girl. There was another Magical Girl in a bright red coat in Danzig, and she'd chased the wrong girl.

"Dzień dobry," she pronounced carefully, trying her utmost to make the more formal greeting sound fluent and friendly, "I need to consult you for something." Kei's eyes flicked to see if anyone else was listening. She didn't want to be too loud, to be heard too much, to sound like just another mundane part of the crowd. Maybe Mary would understand her need to sound good. Or, well, maybe not. She was a puzzle.

Sheepishly, Kei also pushed two eagle-stamped coins over the counter and tapped a jar.

[Assistant]
"Wow, there's so many people," Carina muttered to herself as she looked about the massive parade and all the people there to watch it. For the moment she had managed to separate from her family, but she was sure that they were around here somewhere. Honestly, with the crush of all the people lined along the streets it was doubtful that she would be able to find them without using her cell phone, but the isolation was nice. It certainly gave her less to distract her with as she rubbed the ring that was her Soul Gem.

Of course it probably should have been expected, but it was stunning nonetheless. Just another example of how different this place was compared to her native Denmark. They had their own share of celebrations, of course, but this was different compared to that. And, well, she'd never had so much on her mind before.

She had moved here recently, and had quickly begun trying to settle in. Gdańsk was a nice enough place, and she had made some friends in the school that she had ended up attending, including Julia Steinhart, a German girl with whom she bonded over their general dislike and procrastination over schoolwork, amongst other things. But today was a day off, courtesy of the national holiday that she was taking part in. Not that she minded in the slightest, since it would give her time to finish the homework that she needed to do.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by a slight tremor, a strange sensation that she could feel within her soul itself. It was the presence of a Witch, one who had arisen to prey on the people out to celebrate the festival. "Hm, I should probably do something about that," she muttered to herself before shaking her head and returning her gem to ring form. Someone else would handle it, if there were any other magical girls nearby. Given the large concentration of people it was likely that another Witch would show up soon enough, and it wasn't as if she needed the Grief Seed right now.

Nonetheless she began to stroll in the general direction of the Witch. She might not fight it, but she could at least try and get a glimpse of the other girls in Gdańsk. And if they didn't show up then it would be for hers to take down. Either way, she supposed that it would work out for her.


[System]
Age: 18

Height: 180cm (about 6 feet tall)

Weight: 71 kg (about 157 lbs)

Appearance: Alexander has fair skin and short but messy silvery white hair. Has a build somewhere between toned and lanky but is stronger than he looks. Has a scar that runs from just under his left temple through his cheek, down to his chin. Sapphire blue eyes that seem suspicious of everything they look at.

Personality: Alexander is described by most as cold, antisocial or distant but those who manage to break through his icy exterior see the real Alexander: a friendly yet calculated individual who remains loyal to nearly a fault. He values loyalty above all else and has no time for the games people try to play at his expense and those that try are often met with a broken nose. To those he does not know he will rarely speak unless spoken to and even then he is rather dismissive of them, seeming to want to get the conversation over with as soon as possible. This frequently leads to feelings of loneliness that he would rather be rid of but is to untrusting of others.

Background: frequently bullied as a child and ignored by all that were present when it happened, Alexander learned martial arts to fight back at the bullies. Gradually as he started becoming capable moving faster and hitting harder than them, the number of incidents decreased as time went on. The events surrounding this combined with being ignored caused him to develop a general dislike and mistrust of people. An only child who was ignored by even his parents. Alexander has no qualms leaving everything behind and starting again, perhaps he'll find someone worth his time or at least a worthy opponent.

Ability: Those that dedicate themselves to martial arts will eventually find themselves developing split-second reaction times and the ability to hit much harder than they would seem to be capable of. Alexander's alteration further enhances these traits. In the heat of the moment he can react and respond at inhuman speeds, potentially ending a fight in a fraction of a second. He is beginning to find however that this newfound ability can be applied to more than just his fighting.

Fun Facts:

Despite receiving many offers and a lot of money to do so, Alexander has never fought professionally.

Has not lost a fight in six years no matter how many have rushed him at once.

Despite his power he seems to have trouble reacting to flirtation.

Really likes bacon.

[User]
Sitting as quietly as he could, which was to say not terribly quiet, Gavlan paced himself through the 6 pack of alcohol he had been allowed to take with him on the flight. Other passengers had noted the can sporting a lion similar to the one emblazoned on his sleeveless hoodie amd figured he made his own.
Politely declining his involvement he had put the first can back in record time, enjoying the taste of honey strangely enough.
The only problem was he didnt feel the rush to his brain that alcohol usually provided. The second and third can yielded no different a result, the taste of alcohol was there but perhaps the brew was weakm

A check of the label said otherwise. Nearly 40% alcohol content per can and nothing? If not for the taste he might have forsaken the beverage altogether.

When nearly 4 hours of travel time had elapsed, the 6pack was nothing but empty cans at his feet. An even dozen of the things, woth the stewardess bringing him what felt like an endless supply.

Lucky him!

The lull in things to do ended as a final can came with the stewardess, ushering him to the attendant quarters. A backpack sporting the lion was waiting there for him, on inspection revealing it to be a parachute. According to the little voice in his head it was time to get off the plane.
While in motion.
Thousands of feet above ground.
With his stomach full of beer.

Truth be told it still felt like anfaorly average day in terms of absurdity. The only thing making it different was not paying a cent amd beimg sober for the whole thing, despite his best efforts.

"Miss? You sure this be safe?" Not to sound ungrateful but his enthusiasm was taking a nosedive before he did.

"Perfectly." Flashing a genuine smile.

"Come this far, then. Wish me luck!"

The attendant continued to smile politely and struck a double thumbs up as a door swung open. With a whooping cheer he took a running leap into freefall.
Everything swam before his eyes as the short statured fellow struggled to right himself from a spinning fall to a proper guided one, his stomach threatening to purge. A few moments later and he was falling like a rock.
To his delight there were other parachutes coming down, aiming for a massive pad down below.

The school had even timed the arrivals by plane to prevent total gridlock as each person struck homeplate and walked off before another touched down. With hair flying wildly atop his head and face, Gavlan took in a deep breathe.

"ARE YOU READY. TO. LEAAAAAAAAAARN!"

Voice like an airhorn he whooped and laughed like a madman the entire flight down, snapping the cord to launch his parachute to arrest his momemtum. Gliding in the air he waited for the perfect moment and... now!
Clicking two clips at either side of the parachute harness he fell the last few dozen feet like a comet, hand holding his metal helmet securely in place as he hit the bag.
Just like a stone, he sank nearly 5 feet into it before his momentum was completely absorbed.

Other students were laughing at the peculiar fellow as he extricated himself from the bag and put feet on solid ground, falling to his hands and knees as the adrenaline kicked the strength from his legs leaving him half gasping half laughing upon the pavement.

"What a damn ride!"

[Assistant]
Leonardo McLain

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The ride wasn't eventful, to be honest. Leo had fallen asleep ten minutes into the ride with headphones blocking the sound around him. His dream was rather pleasant, but when he was woken up from it, he couldn't remember what it was. The steward from earlier was smiling at him and was accompanied by another one - one that he recognized as the woman from earlier who had greeted him inside the plane. Taking off his headphones, he asked, "What's up?"

"We're close to our location. Come on." The steward told him before ushering him to stand up. Leo obliged and followed the two through the first class cabin, then into the flight attendant's quarters. "Put this on." He smiled as he handed Leo a bag that had the lion's crest on it.

Leo's eyes widened in recognition of what it was. "You guys do know that this is a parachute, right?" He pointed out as he took the bag and then put it on. Despite questioning them on why they were giving him a parachute, he didn't seem opposed to actually putting it on.

"Yes, well, you see, we'll be accompanying you. We're heading straight for the school." The stewardess added and then opened the hatch. It flung open and the two people gave him a thumbs up before gesturing for him to go first.

Leo had his reservations about this. But, then again, it had been quite some time since he'd tried parachuting. He still remembered the basics, at the very least. And! And! It was just too exciting to pass up. Giving the two a two-fingered salute and a grin, he jumped off. The wind against his ears rendered him practically deaf, but he was shouting at the top of his lungs with excitement. He left himself fall for quite some time, even putting his hands to the side as he boosted himself forward.

The tablet then alerted him to open it now, or he will face impending doom. Thinking that the tablet was right, he quickly deployed the parachute and he began his slow descent down. He started laughing, hard. He spotted the rectangular landing area and the tablet told him to release himself from the parachute. Doing as the tablet had told, he pressed the clips and he was back to descending quite fast down the landing area. Though, then he realized a little too late that he was going too fast and too far from the center.

"Well. Shit."

He covered his face as he dived headfirst into it. Landing on the edge of the cushioned landing area, it at least proved to help him a bit as it at least didn't shatter him completely as he was spat out and landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. His sight was dotted with black spots as he laid there and took deep breaths. Someone rushed to him and then asked if he was okay. He let out a groan as he felt like his leg started to get itself back together.

But damn, that hurt.

After three minutes of just laying down there, he finally sat up. His senses were finally getting back to him. He remembered the last fall he had gotten that was like that, and it took him a week to get back on his feet. This 'power' sure was helpful. The person who had come earlier was kneeling beside him. "You okay?" She was joined soon by the two attendants from earlier. At least they managed to successfully land.

"Yeah, I think I'm good." Leo reassured the girl before inspecting his leg. He poked and prodded it, but it didn't seem broken. Or at least, it healed now. He managed to stand up with the held of the girl and he placed some pressure on his leg. He winced. It still hurt, but at least it could function. "What a way to start the school year..." He mumbled to himself.

The girl laughed and he saw the two attendants leave. "Well, come on."

Leo accepted her help as he followed her towards the bleacehrs area. He was still limping, but that was mostly because it was still being numbed by the pain. He was rather glad that the girl decided to help him out. He didn't look around as he walked, still quite focused on getting to the seats and on his healing leg.