[System]
Age: 31

Gender: Male

Species: Human

World of Origin: Earth

Are you a member of TRIDENT? If so, what is your job/specialty?
Yup, a member of the Information hunting and covert reconnaissance division

Appearance: Standing at 5ft 9in Charles is about the average height for someone his age though with slightly better built physique from his morning jogs, but of course there will forever be a bit of a belly filled with custard creams. Eye sparkle a dazzeling green and his hair is an almost shocking red colour.
A big fan of jewellery and accessories you'll be hard pressed to find any time that he isn't wearing at least a wristwatch, a couple of wrist bands from various bands and franchises (Doctor Who being his favourite), a ring on the right hand and even a key pendant too. But of course for more formal occasions he's willing to go to just the wristwatch.
Clothing varies depending on the job but when relaxing oddly enough he prefers loose and baggy clothing.

Abilities and skills: Aside from the general "independent adult" skill (such as cooking, cleaning, filling out tax forms) Charles is also an excellent party host.
Charles has a very weak but surprisingly useful form of magic. With a quick twirl of the hand Charles can teleport nearby items into his palm, but of course these can only be small things like coins, keys and USB sticks.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ A charismatic man who could talk until the cows came home
- He would talk even after the cows got fed up and walked away again
+ He's surprisingly good at shifting a person's attention to something else and staying out of sight.
- He's not a big computer person aside from just general use so some computing terms will completely go over his head. Use small words.
+ Multi-lingual
- Poor café workers in Germany being spoken to in first in Japanese and then Dutch

Equipment Requests: The general things like phone and wallet, as well as a few things like the standard issue pistol and a small laptop but the latter are normally stored away in a bag of some sort or at his residence at the time.

History: For the most part Charles had a fairly standard childhood in Central of London. Although as a child his parents were always at a loss as to explain how he was able to grab hold of keys and coins which had been placed out of his reach on the higher shelves.
School was school and he neither did bad nor that good at his subjects, just a little bit better academically than average. But of course he was very popular with his little magic and card tricks, although on many occasions his teachers would confiscate his deck of cards to put an end to the constant noise of them being shuffled and flipped. So it came as no surprise to find him on the streets at weekends performing to the many tourists that would flood the streets of London
About two years after finishing full time education his friends and family were startled and shocked to discover that he had applied to an agent, or Covert Human Intelligence Source, for MI5 and while the organisation won't actually say he was 'Accepted' as such people aren't actually staff nor is there any actually formal application process, it was safe to say he got the job.
And so began Charles's new life of touring the globe, sneaking into very dangerous places ranging from war torn bunkers to that very nice office building in New York. It often during these 'missions' that his magical skill became very useful and often pushed to and beyond its limits (it quickly became apparent to Charles that he could not magically make that USB stick with sensitive information stuck at the back of a computer on the top floor appear in his hands as he exited the building on the bottom floor).
Of course such things never really go unnoticed, especially with today's technology. And even if you were able to scramble the Security footage enough to stop others from noticing someone's bound to be able to. But still it came as a surprise when members of TRIDENT appeared offering him a job.

Personality: Over the top this man couldn't be anymore loud and brash unless he literally exploded into confetti but on the other hand he can be extremely sneaky being able to slip past even the most watchful gazes. Of course he does tend to get side tracked at times, especially if he's bored, with a need to always be doing something and always on the move.
As such it's not uncommon for him to start proclaiming about his many big plans or goals, not that he'll really be able to get around to fulfilling most of them as they tend to conflict with each other. But at times he can be a bit over ambitious and if not caught soon he may try to follow through with those ambitions which has led to numerous failed attempts, mostly at over complicated recipes, but such things rarely keep him down for long.

Name: 53 – AN – 0N "Shanon"

Age: Approx. 5 years

Gender: Female

Species: Monster

World of Origin: An Earth similar to our own but small towns and villages are almost unheard of with the majority of the population living in cities of gigantic proportions and heavily armed against the terrors in the dark nights.

In this world Monsters are very real and they come in all shapes, sizes, colours, textures, and everything else. Oddly enough they are not born but simply appear without any scientific explanation. Old stories though talk about the importance of resolving one's issues and feelings lest those malicious thoughts take form and cause great harm to everyone nearby.

Appearance: A huge beast standing around 7 ft tall on her hind lends however spends most on the time on all six, front four similar to hands with claws like fingers and the back two like an animals hind legs. Maroon fur covers her body except for a soft pink underbelly. While one eye socket is stitched closed, two eyes sit in the left in addition to another two eyes belonging to the snake tongue she possesses. Two large horns spiral from her skull and a green mane extends down to her hips, a tail then extends for about a meter ending with a sickle shaped bone. Her body is dotted in gashes crudely sewed together.

Abilities and skills: Shanons ability to track a scent is unmatched not just by smelling ability but by being able to taste the scent of prey on the air as well. Shanon possess extra-ordinary strength with her limit being around the same weight as a tank. Her venom causes a victim muscles to seize up within half an hour of entering the blood stream.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
+ Doesn't need to eat, though the occasional snack is appreciated even if disposing of it later is a hassle
- Unaffected by most poisons as she has no heart or blood vessels.
+ Doesn't bleed
- Can't heal and any injuries sustained will need to be stitched up
+ She isn't easily intimidated, though Humans will always make her uneasy
- not the brightest of the bunch

Equipment Requests: A pocket sewing kit.

History: As with every monster Shanon wasn't born, but simply began one fog drenched night down an alley way where horrible things had happened. A number of hours were spent roaming through the streets figuring out how her body worked; how her joints moved, how her spine could twist, how her senses picked out her prey walking alone at night. As a Monster she was made of the malicious and cruel thoughts of Humans, however that didn't mean that she herself was entirely cruel.

Then They appeared: The Containment and Examination of Monsters company (C.E.M). Shanon was no match for the Agents who possessed equipment specifically designed to deal with Monsters and she was quickly captured. Her world then became one of a small white room and of scalpels and needles as the Agents sought to figure out how she worked.

One day something went wrong; another monster was able to escape its cell and the C.E.M facility fell into chaos. Shanon, along with many other Monsters fled from the facility, making sure to remove a number of Agents from the world on the way out. She, like many others, fled very far from the facility and didn't dare to stop running until a day had passed by which point she had stumbled, almost collapsed with exhaustion, into a forest rarely seen by humans.

Here Shanon met another Monster who had taken the name Darcy, and had prompted Shanon to take a name herself. Here the pair lived together in relative peace only occasionally disturbed by wondering Humans or the rare Agent seeking them out.

Personality: Very protective of those she calls 'friend' Shanon will selflessly place herself in harm's way without a second thought. Shanon tries to be kind and wants to learn and experience as much of the world that she can before she ends, as such given half the chance Shanon will relentlessly hound a person with questions about anything and everything. Of course such a strong sense of curiosity has landed her in a number of situations and a few close calls, but it has yet to discourage her from exploring.

However, Shanon holds a very 'black and white' view of the world and those around her; if she considers someone to be a threat to her or another's well-being she will express, and possibly follow through with, her desire to end them. Normally in such cases she will try to quickly end her opponent by sneaking up on them when their guard is down, but if the option is unavailable she has nothing against ripping them apart even if it means sacrificing herself.

[User]
Vaughtar

Mikkel vanished ? The ugly, dead body was gone ? Perfect! Of course Vaughtar didn't spend the tiniest moment on considering speaking this out openly, but he really had not been eager to pick up this frozen, obviously magically infused body. Twain's magic was disturbing enough. Munimis was a wicked world, but he had not seen anything like this while he had been there - and he was pretty sure that he wouldn't see such things any time after he would have made his return. That was... if this ever came true in the first place.

Taking his time to look back at Charles to check if the man was still halfway angry at him before doing anything else, Vaughtar then started to pick up the heaviest and bulkiest parts of the team's equipment he could find. Alongside Shanon who seemed to struggle with the freezing weather he probably was the one most suited for the job. With two large crates filled to the brim under his giant arms he started moving away from the castle, down the mountain slope alongside the others.

And then it happened... It almost seemed as if someone had managed to insert explosives into the already ruined building's walls without experiencing the need to drill holes into them before. The 'explosives' themselves however had to be very, very strange as well: One could see cracks reaching the surface, apparently originating from several points deep inside the solid stone itself that had lasted so long under these harsh conditions. They divided the major structures into large chunks of debris just like an inside-out explosion would do, but the chunks themselves continued to be subdivided into smaller pieces even after their initial separation from the big whole. The process ran at a much to slow speed for any type of detonation as well, easily observable with the naked eye. It continued to cascade until the entire castle had been split into a myriad of dust particles. They had no real chance to settle down and form a nice big heap following the flow of gravity, but instead immediately started to be blown away by the icy wind. What would happen if it turned and would thereby engulf the team in silicate ?

[Assistant]
The group crowded the now re animated corpse. Hirsch was trying to move in for a better look. Wolfe, however, was almost floored. His senses went haywire, as if someone dropped a large rock into a still pond, he seethed. Every muscle and, bone, and nerve felt to be on fire. Something big was going to happen. Wolfe hadn't felt anything this intense before, not since him whole squad was killed a few years prior.
Finally, he regained composure, he glanced around everyone had begun breaking down the site of its equipment. He had only enough time to shout:

"MOVE!" Then the castle erupted in a cloud of smoke and fiery debris, Wolfe hit the deck, along with Hirsch. One thing they both knew was to take cover when something exploded. The rest didn't need much convincing.
Rock and soot and ash began falling on them. Wolfe stood up and shouted to the group, amongst the noise.

"WE GOTTA GET TO THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAIN. GRAB WHATS ESSENTIAL AND BUG THE FUCK OUT! MOVE MOVE MOVE!" He yelled as he made his way to each group member directing them to either cargo that needed to be carried or just having them collect other injured and make their way down the mountain. It didn't take long before they felt a rumbling beneath their feet. They didn't have much more time before this mountain collapsed inward.
Turning to Vaughtar he said.
"Vaughtar start moving some of the heavier equipment downhill, and assist with any slow movers! You too Shannon, now GO!"


[System]
Appearance:
Quote: "Shorty Squad reporting!"

Gender:
Is a female or takes the form of one.

Age:
???

Series:
Steven Universe

Species:
Gem

Role/Occupation:
She likes to believe that she's the defender of the town from all the dangers that may come, seeing that it suits her as she was made for battle. Sans asked her to be the deputy, and while she wasn't exactly sure at first, she eventually decided for it. After all, he didn't seem that strong.
Skills:
Summon Whip: Like all gems, Amethyst has a weapon that she can summon from her gem, which is located on her chest. She is proficient in using them, whether it's to grab something or simply lash out.

Poof!: Gems are, in a sense, the physical manifestation of the gem that is located on them, which said gem can be considered the brain. Their bodies are, in simple terms, a hologram with mass, and when taking damage that would normally be considered fatal to said hologram, they instead lose their form and retreat into their gem to regenerate. However, this solely leaves behind a defenseless, vulnerable gem, which if broken or shattered will permanently kill said gem. For Amethyst, said regeneration can take from either a minute to several hours.

Shapeshifting: Due to their bodies being a projection with mass, they can shift it around into different forms such as animals, tools, or just a different person. However, they always stay the same color and a gem is always located in the general area of where it would be. It is also very hard to stay shapeshifted for long periods of time, and is generally only meant for a small duration.

Fusion: While something she can't do with humans, gems do have the ability to fuse with other gems through a fusion dance, which synchronizes them and would create a larger, more powerful being. An example is this short clip of Amethyst's dancing… just look at that butt, she isn't nearly as crazy or wild here.
Home:
Amethyst has taken a liking to one of the small, beaten down houses that reside within the village. While some may find it a bit lackluster, she felt it suited her the most, and immediately she began to gather whatever she could just to clutter the place like she had her old room, effectively creating several junk piles where who knows what you may find in it.

Personality:
Amethyst is very carefree and fun loving to a fault, along with being impulsive and rash. She can often be bad-mannered and untidy, but she is definitely protective and almost always had good intentions. She is somewhat of a hoarder, but she isn't really bothered by that.
Originally intended for fighting, Amethyst does love a good brawl, even if she isn't involved. She'll egg people on and cheer very loudly if conflict occurs.

However, she is very observant of other people's feelings, and it is very easy to tell when Amethyst gets upset. For instance, she can easily understand why one may do something foolish or selfish or how a relationship may be fixed, but will begin to get sarcastic and angered if she is insulted about her insecurities or pushed.

In fact, she herself hates herself due to where she was made, the fact she wasn't made right due to being in the ground too long, and how she is weaker than the other gems. She hides this behind a boisterous persona.

Backstory:
Amethyst was created in the Gem Kindergarten, a place that would suck the nutrients of Earth and effectively using said energy into creating new gems, in this case, Quartz soldiers. However, due to Homeworld having to flee due to a rebellion caused by the Crystal Gems, not much is known about why Amethyst stayed in the ground longer than expected. All we know is that she is, in a sense, "overcooked", thus being small and weaker than a regular quartz soldier, who is tall and strong. She spent a long time there, lost and confused, and worst of all, isolated, having named two rocks based off of what she would do with them; sit and climb. Eventually, Rose Quartz, leader of the rebellion, stumbled upon her, and for many years afterward she stayed with her, and eventually her son, learning more about herself, and forming some pretty great bonds. However, on a simple mission that she went alone on, she managed to stumble across something that she, at first, thought was a corrupted gem, but upon closer inspection, she soon found herself in the village. Confused, angered, but relatively calm, she knows the gems will save her eventually… right?

Life in the Town:
(Your characters have lived in this village for a whole year now. Explain what they've been up to in this time! Have some fun with it.)
At first, Amethyst tried everything to get out. She ran every which way, explored every inch that she could, but always found herself back in the same area where she started. Eventually, when she realized there wasn't a way out, she seemingly got lazy with it, lounging around all day as she saw no further point in trying to escape. To her now, this was just an amusing experience that she would eventually find herself out of.

However, whenever something that could threaten the others comes, she is one of the first on the scene. While her methods may seem a bit brash, she is very easy to get along with. She hasn't mentioned much about her past, and she often pulls pranks on the other villagers through her shapeshifting just to amuse herself as she see's the situation as boring. Often Sans would scold her for her behavior, but she simply takes it with a grain of salt, having been used to such scoldings from one of her previous friends.

Though, she always wanted to check out the tower that they had seen, and was waiting for the day she could do so. She had an eternity to wait.

Prized Possession:
She has a photo of all the Crystal Gems, something that, despite the mess of her house, is always easily found and taken care of. It gives her hope that she'll make it back to them again, and that they too are looking for her.

[User]
Mr L - The Streets of Home
Mr L rolls his eyes (not that anyone could really tell) at her claim. "You're fine. Right. And the sky is polka-dot and filled with mathematical symbols." A bit odd to say but there are dimensions where the later is a real thing. The former... maybe. There's an endless (or seemingly so) number of different realities out there. It's possible!

He tilts his head to the side as he shoves his hands into his previously unseen pockets. Come to think of it, the thief does remember the nut doing this a few times before. Honestly most days just blur together for him. Maybe the freak put the poorly written note on his door before. Maybe not. L'd just rip it to shreds anyway. "If you don't wanna go, then don't. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like he's got any real power. All that 'gold' plating... tch. Most likely he's not even a real king, just some loser wannabe dressing up the part and hopin' no one calls him out on the lie."

There goes her stomach again. Man that's annoying.

[Assistant]
Jibanyan – On The Street With Fuma

"Melon? Really, nyan?" Jibanyan's eyes were bright with joy. His forked tails perked up with curiosity and the blue flames that ignited their tip glowed slightly brighter as if to reflect the Youkai's pride in having found the seeds of edible fruit. Seeing Fuma's face alight with happiness and nostalgia reminded him of the days where he tried to please his huamn friends and he couldn't help but feel slightly giddy. "Of course nyot, nyan! You can take them all, nyan!" he replied eagerly. The melon seeds would be of more use to Fuma than they did to him. Besides, Jibanyan didn't consider himself to be skilled in gardening anyway, so, all in all, it was a perfect arrangement.

Fuma then brought up the topic of meat. Come to think of it, he did catch the scent of cooked meat wafting through the air, but he had dismissed it as the smell of another person's cooking. He was now curious as to who was cooking said meat in the early hours of the morning and, on that note, Jibanyan could use a warm meal to start the day. "I don't know, nyan," Jibanyan replied with a confused look and a tilted head, now wondering where the scent came from. "Maybe it's from the Sheriff's Office, nyan? Sans does love to cook, nyan! Should we go and check it out, nyan?" Jibanyan was being honest in his observation of Sans' love for cooking. Whether or not the food was safe for consumption, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely, but the cat Youkai thought that should be saved for a more appropriate conversation.

Jinx – On The Streets of Home

"Eh, nothing much, just taking a walk. Figured that I should hang around and see if everyone's awake since I'm up and all," Jinx replied with a light shrug, Kuro and Shiro rejoining the redhead. "Kinda hard to stay asleep when King Prideboor is busy walloping the door. Next time, I'll let Kuro answer the door instead," she added with a muted grumble. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Amethyst and asked her, "I assume he invited you too?" She then leaned against the wall with Kuro on her head, the latter chattering softly while looking down at her. In response, Jinx frowned and shook her head.

"I can't. If I do that, I won't hear the end of it from Sheriff Serif," she replied to whatever Kuro was saying before the latter 'spoke up' again, but her next words seemed to clear things up. "Yeah, I know it would be fun to glue his gold armor together, but that would only make him more annoying!" Jinx protested. Shiro opened her mouth, but before she could utter a word, Jinx raised a finger and quickly said, "No, Shiro. We're not using him as forest bait again. Last time we tried doing that, Sans gave me a timeout."

Jinx had first thought of Sans as a bone with too much zeal and too little common sense, but she had learned that he apparently had the clear foresight to keep her away from her familiars whenever he imposed his bone jail timeout and zapping him only lenghtened her timeout time. With a dejected chirp, Shiro flew towards Amethyst and rested on top of her head since Jinx's was currently occupied. "Amethyst, remind me why we let can-o-gold be our leader." While Jinx knew that Amethyst didn't think too highly of Pridemoor, she was honestly impressed by her ability to tolerate him to a far greater extent than she did.


[System]
Title: The Demonic Pope
Class: Rider
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Attribute: Man
Era: Medieval
Personality:

His inability to read the mood is beyond compare, often resulting in the appearance of stoicism due to his perception of how a pope should remain regal at all times. Perhaps it would be better to compare him to a "man pretending to act human" rather than a human.

Sylvester will also always listen to Meridiana, regardless of what she says, and will act upon her will, as he was once told by one of the people in his monastery that a " good husband always follows his wife", and he wishes to replicate being a "good husband" to his loving wife, even if he doesn't truly comprehend the emotion himself.

Meridiana, or Meri, as she asks to be called by Sylvester, tends to act as she wants as if she is a princess without any sort of restraint, of which Sylvester doesn't seem keen on stopping. Regardless, she seems to not request many things of Sylvester, knowing that his sense of obligation often outweighs any rational he might possess. According to Meridiana, there was nothing particularly special about when she had first met Sylvester, but that has changed.

However, if there is one thing that is true about both of them, it is that they love one another greatly.

Weapon: His fists, His Wife
Parameters:
STR: D
CON: D (C)
AGI: B (B+)
MGI: B (A)
LCK: E
Class Skills: Magic Resist: B: Cancel spells of B-Rank or below.

Riding: EX: The ability to ride. However, to someone like Sylvester, who cannot seem to even ride even the most basic of things with any sort competency, or perhaps refuses to ride most anything, he might not qualify for a rider.

The truth of the matter is that he is only adept at riding a single entity…

Personal Skills:
Jacob's Limbs (False): B+ (A+)

Perhaps not truly the fighting style developed by Jacob, however, it holds a similar effect. Surely someone who had at one time defeated the king of hell himself with little more than his fists. He could, however, not defeat him in the steel cage rematch 1v100 battle. This skill also applies to Meridiana.

The Hanging Bridge: -

The ability to create a possibility that neither exists on "heaven nor earth"; to make a 0 into a 1. To create a possibility out of nothing.

Battle Continuation C (B):

Survived while being disemboweled by the devil for hours before being dragged into hell. The ability to survive with deadly wounds and persist through them, battling on.

Noble Phantasm(s):
Name: Meridiana
Title: The Demonic Possession of a Sinful Pontiff
Rank: A+
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: The greatest friend and lover to Pope Sylvester. The Woman who had made him from but a simple man, wasting his existence in a monastery, into the highest position in the Catholic church.

An ancient succubus, Meridiana was the sort of woman who never believed they would fall in love with such a man, but she couldn't help her feelings once they started. Meridiana normally keeps herself attached to her Husband's as a replacement for the right hand and left eye the devil had taken from him due to her ability to shapeshift. She vowed she would never forgive that man for his transgressions against her love, even if it meant revolting from hell itself.

Name: Meridiana
Title: The Brazen Head Eye of Providence
Rank: B
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: -
Description: A calculation device of sorts that utilizes Yes (1) and No (0) in order to create appropriate responses based on interpretations of this data.

Though observation increases the speed at which the data can be converted into "information", it is not necessary, for it would be active even if the user was to lose their eyes. Perhaps it could be closer to "revealing the truth of the world" rather than a conversion of data, but to someone like Sylvester, whom only thought of the world in his mathematical calculations prior to meeting Meridiana, it seems to have taken this effect.

It should be noted that the data cannot be "changed" but merely "observed", but as long as it is possible to be "observed", it should not be a problem to calculate. Something that interprets what "is".

Some stories revolving Sylvester conflate the two noble phantasms and the actions of Meridiana, thusly, they have been supplemented into one.

(Name: Godhand
Title: The Demonic Requium of the Sinful Pontiff
Rank:-
Classification: Anti-Unit
Range: -
Maximum Number of Targets: 1
Description: Not particularly a "noble phantasm" per se, but a skill that had reached the level of a noble phantasm. To momentarily be granted power for a limited action that would allow a mere mortal to reach the level of the man who had pushed even the lord of hell Satan to his ropes, forcing him to cut a deal for his life. Though one does not have to state anything to activate the skill, due to his conditioning Sylvester often states the attack as he commits to it.)

[User]
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CODE-NAME: KHRYSEOSForeign District
Abandoned Subway Station, Paris Metro Underground

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Lord
A hooded man stood solemnly in the dimly lit tunnel under a bustling city. The soft hum of machinery filled the otherwise silent tunnel, which was occasionally broken by the distant passing subway. The only source of light in the room was the twitching lights on the sides of the tunnel's walls, dimming slowly as the life slowly died out from the antiquated bulbs. It was a dark place, meticulously scouted out by one so brave as to walk through the many tunnels of the Paris Metro by foot, a place that could not easily be stumbled upon by the average man. It was a place suitable to serve as a workshop for a magus...

... if one were to call this hooded man a magus, that is.

Isidore pulled out a metallic canister from the gym bag slung across his shoulder. Kneeling down, he pushed a button on the side of the canister, causing a glowing sky blue liquid to be produced, a compound consisting of Mercury, Actinium, and [ELEMENT UNKNOWN]. As Isidore poured the compound on the ground, he made sure to trace it meticulously, shaping it into a ritual circle. The process was slow and careful, with Isidore making sure that the circle was shaped correctly while using as little of the compound produced from the canister as possible. It would be troublesome if he ran out of fuel before the war came to a conclusion, after all.

Once that was complete, Isidore placed the canister back in his bag before producing another object, a pair of ancient leather armbands with black blotches on them, stains of blood. They belonged to his ancestor, the first Gavros to enter the Atlas Temple in a bygone age. The bands were soaked with the sweat of the first Gavros, who sought to perfect the ancient art of Pankration. Using these armbands as a catalyst, Isidore's intentions were to draw upon another master of the martial arts his family practiced. Not only did Isidore wish to compare the work of the Gavros to one who had also practiced the art in ancient times, but he had also wished to summon a shining example of humanity in order to perhaps emulate. Of course, this meant he had a specific Servant in mind. Placing the armbands in the center of the circle before stepping back, Isidore pulled his hood down, pointing an outstretched metallic palm towards the circle.

"Heed my words. My will creates your body..."

[Assistant]
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Montmarte - Sacre Coeur Basilica.

Minutes before sundown

Yazhu Hua

Mentions: Tristan (@KoL)

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 Paris. The capital city of France. The city of love, and home of many cultural heritages. An ancient place, where every stone in the streets houses so many stories that it'd take decades to learn of what happened on an alleyway. And, most importantly, a land of such an unparalleled quality for a magus that anyone would do anything for the mere chance of holding it. Anything.

 Thinking in hindsight, it came to no surprise to Yazhu why her family did what they did. After all, what's a blot of blood in a family's deeds with such a reward in their sights? The Jins could even be blamed for being so careless and trusting of their subordinates with something as important as a shard of the Round Table. Generations upon generations of deceased magus must have settled on an amphitheater in the afterlife to welcome the arriving soul of the Master that never came to be with outstretched fingers and howling laughter.

 Yet, it didn't sit right in any way. For her, the woman who was sent on behalf of a traitorous family simply because she was the most capable of them all, it was a stain that could never be erased and that she could do nothing about. She was roped in machinations and thrown into France with enough money to get by the following days, an apology as they had to do it all under the eyes of the Jins and a warning to stay away from the Foreign District, just in case. They may as well have given her a jacket lined with explosives.

 The melancholic sound of a harp reached her ears from behind her. At least, she wasn't alone in this. Even if he was bound to her because of the nature of this war, knowing that she had one of the Knights of the Round Table protecting her was enough to calm her down. It was an odd situation, in hindsight, and Yazhu had to be honest with herself in that she didn't know what to do. This was the opposite of her life's work, and she was barely able to cope up with it.

 She hoped that Tristan hadn't noticed just how much his Master was a fish out of water. The summoning process on itself was, thankfully, without any sort of damage to her room thanks to the detailed instructions in the note from her father, and the shock from having a legendary hero in front of her wasn't as great as she thought it would've, but it was nevertheless impressive. After a long while composed of introductions and Yazhu asking questions to the Archer in order to fill the blanks her family had failed to inform her of, the chinese woman had declared that they'd set out to explore the city to know the ground they'd be treading better.

 That was what she had said at the moment, but there was an underlying reason for that request as well. Something that she was still trying to wrap her head around at this moment, and something that she couldn't get out of her mind as she experienced the french capital: She wasn't going to see this city the same way in the following days, or even for the rest of her life. This was her last chance to see the city with normal eyes, and take the sights it had to offer her. Tristan himself had a few suggestions as to where he wanted to go, and she was more than happy to oblige.

 And now, atop the central dome of the Sacre Coeur Basilica, the highest point that the building had to offer, they were both waiting for the night to arrive. The sun, a painfully slow pendullum of the impending doom and the unseen war that was about to sully the streets of Paris, slowly pulled the thin blanket of light that it had cast over the buildings hours ago, buildings that refused to yield to the darkness and lit sparks of orange amidst the sea of darkness. Tristan played a gentle tune as the minutes until the start of the war ticked down. They hadn't spoken much since they arrived: she was absorbing her new situation whilst looking at that picture in her wallet and he was playing his harp. But Yazhu had a pit inside of her chest that she wanted to share, something she had come to realize after all of today.

 "To die and to be killed..." she spoke out to her red-haired compation, lifting her gaze from the face of her niece towards the last remains of sunlight and safety disappearing in the horizon. "At first, they seemed like the same thing to me. But they're much more different than I thought. Before this, I could've died because I was meant to protect someone. Now, I'm gonna be killed because of who and what I am." Her gloved hands folded her wallet and placed into one of the pockets of the voluminous black coat she was wearing, her only protection from the cold winds of such a high place.

 The former bodyguard turned to face her Servant before making her request. "It feels odd asking for this, but could you please protect me from that fate? There's someone I have to get back to later". His answer came alongside the moonlight, prompting Yazhu to pull out a watch to check on the time. "I'll be counting on you... Archer" she responded. The use of the term was necessary, but it left a bad taste in her mouth. It made him feel alien to her and, despite all, it reminded her of just how truly alone she was in this war. "Lead the way, I'll be with you. At the very least, I'd like to be of use to you".


[System]
Age: On the border between 17 and 18, soon-to-be if not already a high-school graduate depending on what season this RP takes place in
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Stand:
*Stand name: Black Betty
*Stand appearance: Black Betty takes the form of a girl not much older than Ram Jam who shares some of her physical characteristics. However, where Ram Jam is blonde and dresses primarily in white clothes, Black Betty has black hair and dresses in black clothes, like a mirror image of Ram Jam.
*Stand ability: Black Betty is one of the rare Stands with a personality, will, and agenda all its own. However, as it cannot exist independently without Ram Jam like other Stands such as Anubis, Black Betty is very protective of Ram Jam, and will frequently come to her aid without being called. The primary ability of Black Betty is its hawk-like precision and the ability to summon two muskets, one for Black Betty and one for Ram Jam, to be exchanged and wielded as they see fit. These muskets will never run out of ammo (although they must be reloaded) and fire bullets that can be guided mid-flight and travel arbitrarily faster or slower as Ram Jam demands, meaning they can easily pierce and continue through several targets and even solid objects or strike slowly and nonlethally. Black Betty also seems to increase Ram Jam's reaction time to bullet-timing levels, both to allow her to guide her bullets and to compensate in some way for Black Betty's absolute lack of defensive abilities, making her something of a glass cannon.
*Stand stats:
**Destructive power: D
**Speed: B
**Range: B
**Durability: E
**Precision: B
Weapon: Musket
Personality: Ram Jam is a smart, upstanding young woman with a pronounced sense of justice and empathy for others. Black Betty, on the other hand, is the opposite of every one of those things. Ram Jam grew up fantasizing about the romanticized glory days of the Old West, where puckish rogue lawbringers and lone wanderers brought peace to towns being terrorized by outlaws at the end of a gun barrel. She made it her ideal to be a hero like them and stand up for the little guy, bringing peace and justice to the world. This has made her into a very headstrong and stubborn girl who frequently gets herself into regrettable situations she could have avoided had she only had more wisdom than she had smarts. Black Betty can be considered her dark side or evil twin in this aspect. Whereas Ram Jam goes out of her way to care for others, Black Betty cares only for herself, and by extension Ram Jam. She's mischievous, underhanded and pragmatic, and is willing to lie and cheat to get what she wants. Whereas Ram Jam represents the ideal of an Old West cowboy who stands up for the law and upholds peace and justice, Black Betty represents the reality of an unscrupulous 19th century rogue less motivated by respect for the law and more by respect for themselves. Despite this, Ram Jam and Betty still get along like bickering sisters, with Ram Jam frequently having to apologize and clean up Betty's messes.
Bio: The daughter of a Japanese woman and an American soldier stationed in Okinawa, and that's all I'm gonna say for now (I wanna get this sheet up before any other gun Stand users show up).
What is courage?: To become one with fear itself.

[User]
Izayoi Grand Hospital - Ram Jam

Ram Jam didn't up all at once. Her return to consciousness was more of an in-and-out deal, brief moments of lucidity before drifting back to sleep. Each time these moments lasted a little longer, parts of her brain reawakening before others. Perhaps that was why it wasn't immediately worrying that she was in a hospital, or why she couldn't feel the pain until the very last time she woke upz

"Hhhhhhhhhh!" she wheezed, waking up in extreme pain with nothing else to vocalize. Air. She felt like she was being crushed. She needed air!

Each wheezy breath was a test of incredible endurance, the mere act of inflating her lungs taxing to the point of unreasonable difficulty. What happened to her?!

Ram Jam fought through the pain, and eventually it became manageable, not much worse than that one time she'd been hit in the chest by the baseball cannon in the batting cage. Before long she'd gotten the hang of breathing and dealing with the pain. She tried sitting up.

"What," she wheezed. "The hell happened? Are you okay, guys?"

[Assistant]
Izayoi Grand Hospital - James Maury

Breath deeply. In and out, in and out. No matter what, keep breathing. In and out, in and out. No matter the pain, keep breathing. In and out, in and out. Relax your body, and with every breath form a buffer between you and the pain.

There were certain Holy Men in the world that were able to walk on hot coals, pound spikes through their bodies, and even immolate themselves without letting out even one whimper of pain. They took that pain a boxed it away, separating it from themselves, putting it elsewhere. James had once contacted one such man, a monk from one of the highest temples in Tibet, and through almost a years correspondence convinced him to come on the show and share his wisdom and perspective. A technique for dulling pain wasn't featured in that episode (there was no telling what children would do while trying to replicate it) but James had housed the man personally during his stay and they'd talked long into the night about Tibet, a monks life, and the finer points of meditation.

Besides listening to his fellows converse James had spent the past few minutes, eyes clenched shut and sweating bullets from the agony, attempting to put what he'd learned to practical use. He was not, however, a Holy Man and this pain was like a ocean. He doubted even a master could put it all away and he was a rank amateur. But then someone bumped his bed and he diced that he simply must start to move. In all of his life he had never been the last one to wake up and greet the sun and he certainly wasn't going to let a lifelong streak be broken here.

Slowly sitting up into a seated position he looked around the room and nodded at each of them. "Fine, young lady. Everyone." He said shakily, before sliding his legs out of bed and letting them rest on the floor. "I'm afraid I remember only as much as Mr. Ves Hawkins. One, two, three, Uggghhher." He groaned, pushing himself out of bed and standing up. Looking around, he reached over and found his hat from the nightstand. It felt like lead, but he laboriously lifted it up and placed it back on his head. The added weight seemed to be enough to collapse his back to sitting, but at least he'd made progress.

Then he looked down to the side of the hospital bed and smiled weakly. "This will help explain things." He said, reaching down and pressing the Nurse call button on the beds remote control. "If nothing else a staff member will help us find the other young lady." He said, then looked over at the new face in the room. "I'm sorry." He said to Xander. "We were all within sight of one another during the event. There was someone else, a young lady as described by Mr. Yoyo. I'm afraid you're the odd man out, Mr...?"

[User]
Izayoi Grand Hospital - Yosuke Tsukino

Gibson, still nervous and hazy presumably, tried to remember for Yosuke. Yosuke smiled encouragingly as his comrade gathered himself and pulled all the details he could out of the mental fog.

"I'm sorry... I only just woke up, I... don't know if she's in this room, m- maybe in another ward? I apologize, that's all I know right now, last thing I remembered was... something in my chest... a wave of... cold? Followed by pain... Does that sound familiar?" Gibson explained. Yeah, yeah that did sound at least little reminiscent. Did they all get shot? A drive-by? They had recently assaulted someone, so it made sense. The only odd man out was the angry man, he wasn't there. Had both Yosuke and Gibson just forgotten about him?

The angry man got up, struggling even to speak. He must have gotten hit with a big brunt of the damage. He also asked about what the hell had happened, apparently everyone thought everyone else had all the answers. Or maybe it was that they hoped, that everyone else had all the answers. Gibson stuttered out an another answer, but this one was a bit more interesting. He described a black bullet, apparently magnetized to people. Yosuke found that a bit strange, but didn't question it. Maybe Gibson was hallucinating, or misremembering events. But whatever. Apparently they had been out for 18 hours, so Yosuke's parent's would be pissed, so that was another layer on top of the unfortunate events.

"That also begs me to ask... You felt the chest pains too, right? A feeling of... some sort of cold revitalisation, followed by... agony...? Like me? Me and Yosuke woke up with the same pain, i'm starting to think it's not a coincidence..." Gibson asked, trying to find out more about the situation. Yosuke thought that all this being related was pretty obvious, what with all of them except the angry man being in the same place, at the same time. He was really the linchpin, wasn't he? There were more important things to ask him, surely.

Yosuke opened up his mouth to intercept the question and ask the more important question of where he was and what he was doing before all this, but as soon as a syllable left his mouth, Yosuke heard the sound of a body slamming onto a hard tile floor. Tommy had fallen on the floor and mumbled something, probably cursing the pain or questioning his current situation, or both. He then got up, slowly, and made his way over to a wheelchair. The girl he had just met, Ram something-or-other, got up too, questioning everyone's health. Yosuke rubbed his chest a little. Still hurt, but whatever, he was tough, he could take it. "I'm, uh, I'm fine."

James McAfee, that guy Yukari had told him about, was also here. He too, confirmed he was well enough, minus the crippling chest pain. He seemed to have woken up earlier, having heard Gibson's recount of the tales, and confirming their accuracy, albeit while having nothing to contribute of his own. He did, however, remember that there was a "Nurse Call" button in hospitals, and gladly pressed it for them. Yosuke tuned everyone else out as he waited for the nurse. As soon as he heard the door click open, he attempted to bound to his feet. He grossly overestimated his current strength, however, and almost fell, grabbing the night stand at the last second. He shakily stood up, put on his glasses, and looked to the nurse. "Hey, Sir, do you know where Yukari Taiyo is? She's a little shorter than me, black skirt teal top, black hair, ringing any bells? Please?" Yosuke asked desperately. The man simply sighed and looked down. "I'm probably not supposed to tell you this, but you seem like a close friend, so... I'm sorry to inform you she passed away."

YoYo's eyes widened, and tears started forming. "W-what?" He asked, with a shaky voice. He must've misheard the man or... or something. "I'm sorry for your loss..." Was everything else the nurse said on the matter. YoYo blinked back tears and bit his lip. He refused to accept. Surely she had gotten out of the way, the nurse was... was lying. He shakily sighed and sat back on his bed, before lifting his glasses and wiping the spare tears that managed to slip past him. He quickly cleared his throat, and decided to focus on other things. "S-so, uh... what's up? How Ya'll- How you guys holdin' up?" YoYo asked with a silent sniffle and a smile even he could tell was faked. He just wanted someone or something to just... distract him. He didn't want to think. Not about her, about yet another person ripped from his grasp.

[Assistant]
Izayoi Grand Hospital - Ram Jam

Someone... had died? Yosuke's friend died? The news somehow hit Ramika even harder than the bullet did. She got up, shakily hobbling towards Yosuke.

"Oh Yoyo..." she said, doing her best to comfort him by wrapping him in a warm hug.

It was an odd feeling when someone like Yukari passed away. You didn't know them. You could never pretend to. They were someone who'd only been in your life for a few seconds at most, but when they left... somehow, in its own way, it was even more devastating than losing a close relative. When the victim is someone you know, it's easy to rationalize their death away as having meaning or purpose, some sort of role to play in the story of your life, where you're the protagonist. When your uncle or your father dies, it feels like Luke losing Obi-wan. It's crippling and tragic, but also empowering in the things they'd left you in your passing. Experience, determination, humility. Things like that.

But when someone you barely know dies, the death feels somehow senseless. They weren't detached enough from you to feel like another nameless victim, but not close enough that you'd know anything about them. You had no relationship to them. All that left was a feeling of emptiness and recognition of how cruel the world could be. Someone else, maybe someone you do know well, just lost their Obi-wan, and all you could do for them as you watched them suffer through the loss was grieve with them. It made Ramika feel so powerless.


[System]
Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

Abilities/powers: Electricity manipulation/generation - Shawn has the ability to control, direct, and create electricity from his body. He is essentially a living, rechargeable battery

Electromagnetic manipulation - a sub power to his electricity manipulation, Shawn has also started to learn how to control electromagnetic fields, using them and warping them to his aid. This is very much a lesser power to Shawn, and he can only use it to assist with his electricity manipulation.

Plasma Absorption- Shawn can absorb any form of plasma and take it into his body, storing it for later use. However, he can only hold so much before it starts to have negative effects on his body, warping his senses and even causing body spasms. The level of plasma he is holding can usually be discovered through his eyes.

electrical immunity- due to his abilities, Shawn does not feel pain from electricity, nor to outside electrical forces have any effect on his body, unless it is an inhuman amount and something not even he can contain.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 16 - May 7th, 1983

General appearance:

Shawn stands at five feet, eight inches, Not as tall as his titan of a mother, but he is already taller than his father. Though he has a rather lithe build, he's strong enough to tackle most problems with his body, though he prefers to use his powers over brute force.

Additional Appearance/costume:

More of a prototype than anything, Shawn rigged up his own suit with the assistance of those in the school. The faceplate beneath the visor of the motorcycle helmet has small nodes on the inside to interact with Shawn's powers, allowing him to change the colors of the mask at will. The entire suit is lined in a similar way, the crevasses glowing with the activation of his powers, much like the suits from the movie TRON.

Personality:  Though a self proclaimed 'chiller', Shawn is at the point in his life where he is so stressed out that it has made him numb and even. He swears that he's listening, especially when his head is propped up with his arm and there's a trail of droll leaking from his mouth. He does try, though. He is a bit of a perfectionist in the few things he can actually focus on, but otherwise airy to the world around him. He is the worst combination of "driven to take on the world" and "could not get off the couch for unlimited money". He likes to talk, mindless chatter and banter during fights, but mostly just whispering conversations and thoughts to himself, slinging thoughts and ideas around from him to himself.

Special Skills: Escrima Stick proficiency, Tonfa proficiency, moderate athleticism, moderate wiring skills.

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

Weapon(s) of choice: Shawn... borrowed, two old police batons to work with his powers, juicing them up with delicious electricty to pack an extra punch.

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

Brief History:Born to a hearty Irish mother and immigrant father, Shawn was raised in a house of mixed cultures was was spectacularly odd. Both of his parents were mutants, his mutations being an amalgamation of theirs. When his powers came, his family welcomed them with open arms, and the town was curious, but not negative of his abilities. However, his parents could only teach him so much. He was sent off to the Xavier school to further hone his powers and help those in need.

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

Abilities/powers: Light Manipulation, "Hard Light Constructs" - Blake has the ability to channel "Mana" and create solid structures out of light. The strength of the constructs depends on how much mana he makes it out of, and is also dependent on his physical energy. His constructs can shatter if he is not strong enough, and he can make them move and morph at will.

Sex: Male

Age/Date of Birth: 36 years old, 2/5/1963

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

Personality:Lax and Easygoing, Blake was a part of one of Professor Xavier's first classes after the Apocolypse incident, and only left the institute to get his degree in psychology. He returned to the institute to help Charles and stand in for any of the big X-men and women when they could not teach their own classes. Not exactly a hippy or a guru, but he does sometimes drift into those categories.

Special Skills: Doctorate in Psychology, pistol training, combat training.

Place of birth: California

Weapon(s) of choice: His constructs, namely. He has an emergency pistol that he can pour mana into and fire light, but hardly uses it.

Medical information: (Any medical conditions your character may have, not a necessity)

Brief History:

Relatives: (Any living, dead, or important relatives your character may have)

[User]
"And zat, my students, is the outlining plot of Homers famous poem, ze Illiad." A man, if one would be so kind enough to call him that, paced back and fourth across a stage. A book was held in his gloved hands, its cover a soft tan, browns and blues painted in greek stylings. His hands obscured the title from being seen, but the teens before him all knew what the book was, as it was the story that he had been lecturing the students on for the class. "Of course, you should already have known all of zat if you did your vurk as vus instructed." He leered to a few of the teens, granting him shifty and nervous smiles in return as they knew that he knew they skipped out on their reading.

He seemed confident in his words, almost to a point where it could be considered cocky. However close to the truth that was, it was not entirely correct. His blue skin, pointed ears, glowing eyes and floating prehensile tail gave him a rather demonic appearance that he was not always proud of.

His hair, grown down to almost touch his chin, was silky and smooth, not that he would allow anyone to touch it. He wore a simple back coat with a high collar and a pair of loose fitting jeans to allow him to move as he pleased. However, that stopped down at his feet, where glove-like fittings covered his unusual, two-toed feet.

He was comfortable, how he walked so easily back and fourth on the stage as his students looked up him from the ground and in the stands. He wanted for them to be comfortable in where they learned in his class. They could choose to be on the stage, sitting down on the ground just before him, or further back in the stands if they felt so inclined to be there. Relative distance never mattered much to him, the acoustics were wonderful in the theater hall and everyone from any seat would be able to hear him clearly.

He cleared his throat to speak, but something in one of the seats had forced him to pause. A single brow raised in curiosity, his feet stopped and his body turned to face the object of his thoughts. "Oh?" He smiled and looked to his students, nodding in the direction of one sleeping Shawn In. "It appears zat someone has forgotten zat zis is ze time for learning, not for sleeping." He smiled wickedly as he neared the boy sleeping in one of the chairs, his arm propped up to support his head.

The Drama teacher could hear the class talking among themselves to decide the fate of the unlucky boy who had made the mistake of falling asleep before the most mischievous teacher in the school.

He dropped off the stage with ease, stepping slowly and carefully to see the sleeping boy as he sat there in the seat. Upon further inspection, the boy had been trying to stay awake. smuggled energy drinks could be seen on the floor next to his feet, all empty as he attempted to keep himself from this fate. Notecards and notes in general were all over the small table that sprang up from the arm of the seat, spilling onto the ground. Of course, the book of today's topic, the Iliad, was resting underneath Shawn's elbow. The bookmark, barely sticking out from between the papers was near the end, but not close to finished.

The teacher smiled and looked back at his students. Try as he might, there was no way that he wasn't going to punish Shawn for falling asleep. For getting so close, he might pull a punch or two, but the boy did need to get his act together.

"So, class." He said to his students. "What shall ve be doing with Mister In here? Hang him from ze ceiling? Put him in costume? Pretend as if he had slept through the millennia and woken up to disaster?" There were so many possibilities, but the pranking would have to be halted for now.

His hand slowly reached up to his temple, his eyes widening as he received a message from the Headmaster of the institute, Charles Xavier himself.

"Oh? Iz he here zat soon? I vill make sure that the class velcomes him with open arms. Who will be escorting him here?" He knew that Charles could simply read his thoughts, but he simply preferred to speak aloud instead.

"That would be me." The legendary Boy Scout of the X-Men himself, Scott Summers, opened the door to the theater hall and stood as dramatically as he could, a young boy with a closely shaved head standing next to him. Scott's hand rested upon the young boy's shoulders. He patted the shoulder and took a step forward, ushering the boy forward.

"Kurt, I'll leave him with you." The students, especially the younger ones, never got tired of seeing the big faces of the X-Men around, especially Ororo, Scott, and Raven. Scott wasn't quick to leave, but said little else as Kurt nodded back to him and left the boy continuing on his path to Nightcrawler. Briefly, he paused and turned back around. "Oh, right. The Professor wanted me to let you know that Doc Clement.... Something about him. Don't be surprised if he pops up, Professor wants to make sure the boy if adjusting well medically."

"Evervone," Kurt smiled at his students. "Zis is Peter, and he will be joining all of you in my class, and possibly other classes. He has been here for a few days, but ze long flight has left him tired, so he is starting school today." Just like how Scott did, Kurt patted the boy on his shoulders and allowed him to take any spot that he saw fit, so long as it wasn't already occupied by someone else.

In a puff of blue smoke, he appeared back on the stage, posed and pointed at the sleeping boy. "Back to the task at hand." He chuckled. "Who has ideas for a harmless prank?"

[Assistant] Chrys grunts. He is perched on a the back of a seat with some notebooks scattered around him and his attention on the one in his lap. "I'm not one to play pranks... Got the brunt end of a few too many bad ones to care for them." He continues to scribble in his notebook, not really paying attention. He takes a pause every now and then to flick through the pages almost as if referencing something. A closer inspection shows that he is drawing a sword, with an extreme level of attention to detail. "I could however, Shift him into the piano locker. It locks on the outside making it an effective cage...." He looks to the back of the stage. "It would be room enough for him..."

[User]
Heidi was sitting at her desk at the edge of the classroom. In front of her was her notebook, it's contents a detailed itinerary of the next seven days, from her morning workout and laps around the building, to breakfast (the exact minutes she started and finished carefully calculated), and all of her classes. She had chosen to do drama this year because she was beginning to bore of the math-based subjects she had recently acquired Doctorates in.

In truth, she found Drama painfully easy. All of her assignments were done in one sitting whenever she wanted to unwind with a good book, and she mainly just used the class time for other things, like planning her week out, designing her next robotics-based project, or sometimes just relaxing.

However, as she was just starting to get into a nice lull, her brain registered that her teacher was about to punish a fellow in-class relaxer. This made her aware of her position and she tried to make it look like she was paying as much attention as she actually was. Appearances were important, after all.

There was a new kid being introduced. She looked at him long enough to remember his face and link it with the name 'Peter', and then carried on daydreaming. Another person not to talk to...

[Assistant]
For the better part of the class Jacob had stayed quiet while the teacher taught them all about various actors throughout history and different methods to acting. None of this appealed to Jacob very much and the only reason he was here was because he accidentally showed up on the first day of class and didn't have the guts to tell his teacher that he wasn't interested in the class.

Now finally after who knows how long, something interesting was happening. One of the other students (his name was Sheen or something) was out cold and the teacher was had opened the floor to the students on what type of prank to pull on the unconscious mutant. Jacob immediately made up his mind on what he wanted to see happen.

"Ceiling, celing, ceiling!" Jacob chanted, over and over again as he lightly banged his fists on the chair in front of him.


[System]
Purpose: Seeking experiences in the west to be used in writing western novels.

Description: "Finney" or "Gene" as he is often called stands 5' 8" tall and weighs 147 Lbs. He has an oval shaped face with steel grey eyes and dark brown hair kept short, with no facial hair. At age 21, he prefers to be clean; immaculately dressed. He understands he will need to get a bit dirty for his adventures and is willing to make that sacrifice. He appears to be a fancy lad from Boston because that is how he dressed when he attended university.

Backstory: Finney was a boy during the Civil War. His father too old for the war, worked as the community doctor in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Typically, a fishing village, Phineas had no intention of sailing, working with fish or working as a doctor. He appreciated the gentle life his father provided him and his seven brothers and sisters, but Finney was a dreamer.

He read the newspapers during the war, enthralled with the stories about the war and life out west. As a young boy he desired traveling to the frontier and living the life of a cowboy; going on adventures and learning how to survive.

While studying English, Writing and Rhetoric at Amherst College, Phineas became infatuated with life in the wild west. He decided he would travel out west to experience life in the west and write novels about his experiences. While a student at Amherst, he played on the college baseball team, earning a nick name as Three-fingered-Finney. It never stuck and disappeared when he traveled west. The nickname had more to do with how he threw a baseball. When most of the other players used all five fingers, Finney used only three; the forefinger, middle finger and thumb to throw the ball. His accuracy was so fine, he was played at Pitcher for the Amherst team.

After packing his bags, buying a Colt Single Action, Army pistol or Peacemaker chambered in .45 caliber and a few outfits he thought would fit in out west, he said his good byes to his family and boarded a train. It was a trip that took him more than a few weeks. When he arrived in Pecos, Texas, he thought maybe he was in over his head. He purchased a horse. He nothing about horses, but bought a Morgan horse for $90 and named him Josiah or "Josie". The horse was dark brown with a white splotch or line running down the face of his long nose. Finney purchased a saddle blanket, western saddle with horn, saddle bags, bed roll and a 100' length of rope because every photograph he saw of the old west, cowboys had ropes on their saddles.

With his gun belt strapped on, .45 Colt SAA on his right hip and every bullet slot filled around his belt, he mounted Josiah, heading west in the open country. He had a knife to skin small animals in the even he caught one, but wore his old brown bowler; the same one he wore at Amherst College. He didn't feel right with the western style hat and decided he would keep the bowler as a signature of his past.

In his saddle bags, he stored a writing tablet, inkwell and pens as well as some hard tack in case he couldn't find food and a feed bag for Josiah as well as some fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats and a small copy of the bible. He carried the money his father gave him on his person at all times.

His first night in the desert, he felt as though he were going to starve, He couldn't find anything to hunt to cook and he couldn't start a fire with the flint and tinder he used. The next day he rode about ten miles before setting up camp. He tried again with the fire and could not start a fire. He did however hunt and kill a rabbit, but failed to cook it. On his third day, he came upon a stranger who had a fire and asked if he would share his fire with him. The man was friendly. Finney cooked the rabbit and shared it with his host. He finally sated his three day old hunger.

After a week on the road, Finney made it to Sweetwater, having adjusted to life on the road. The sacrifice of being dirty, he committed to himself in New England was nothing compared to the sacrifice of food he endured at the beginning of his journey. Fortunately at the saloon, he was able to purchase a meal and a beer at the saloon. Phineas was a happy man.

Equipment:
 - Colt Single Action, Army pistol or "Peacemaker" chambered in .45 caliber
- Three western shirts (white, light blue, red)
- Three pair of trousers (blue, brown, black)
- Western style boots (brown)
- Brown leather vest
- Brown bowler (hat)
- Morgan horse named Josiah or "Josie".
- saddle blanket
- western saddle with horn
- saddle bags
- bed roll
- a 100' length of rope
- gun belt
- 100 rounds of .45 ammo
- a knife
- a writing tablet
- inkwell
- pens
- hard tack (ate it up on the ride to Sweetwater)
- a feed bag for Josiah
- an assortment of fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats
- a small copy of the bible.
- $235 (remaining money his father gave him as a gift)

Relationships:
 - Ezekiel O'Connell, Father, wealthy New England Doctor. Phineas loves his father, writing letters to the man while away from home.
- Charlotte O'Connell, Mother, Kind hearted woman who worries about her children daily.
- Albert O'Connell, 29, brother, chose a life on the sea in the US Navy serving as a Lieutenant.
- Frederick O'Connell, 28, brother, plays the violin in the Boston City Orchestra. Teaches music in Boston.
- Clara Donohue (O'Connell), 26, Sister, married Arthur Donohue who works as a Law Enforcement officer in Gloucester.
- Isabella Grieve (O'Connell), 24, Sister, married Walter Grieve who works as a fisherman.
- Harold O'Connell, 22, brother, married Julia (Murphy) and works in Finance in Boston. Graduate of Boston College
- Sophia O'Connell, 19, sister, student at Emerson College studying Latin.
- Edward O'Connell, 17, Brother, student at Boston College.
Name: William "Billy" Kingsley

Purpose: Looking for work

Description: Billy, aged 26 stands 6' 2" tall and weighs 180 Lbs. He has dark blackened skin, African black hair and brown eyes. Billy has more than a few scars on his arms and torso from time spent in the US Cavalry. He wears his old blue cavalry trousers with the yellow stripe on the legs. He also wears a white shirt and a black vest. He traded in his US Army kepi for a black Dakota style leather cowboy hat with the forward edge of the brim drooping way down over his eyes. He gave his blue jacket to an Indian at some point in time. He didn't want it anymore. There are three eagle feathers tucked into the hat band. He wears his black leather cavalry boots as well. The Apache call him, "Elan Itza-chu" which means Friendly Great Hawk, due to his personality and ability to know what is going on around him. It is as though he were a great hawk looking down at the world.

Backstory: William Kingsley grew up near Oswego, Illinois. His father, Lucius Kingsley was a runaway slave from Shreveport, Louisiana. Lucius married Emiline, who had no prior last name. The woman was a runaway slave from Tupelo, Mississippi. Lucius and Emiline found each other in Chicago, IL after their escape to freedom, fell in love and settled into farming south of the city near Oswego.

Lucius chose not to serve during the war between the states, but by then he and his wife had five children to raise. His oldest son, William and other sons helped him with chores around their farm. Lucius' youngest child was his favorite, Clarabelle, born around the time of the firing on Fort Sumter in 1861.

When he was old enough, William enlisted in the Army, serving in the newly formed 10th Cavalry regiment. William's brothers in arms, quickly picked up the moniker of "Buffalo Soldiers" from the native tribes who inhabited Indian Territory (Oklahoma) and other territories of the plains as well as Texas. The Natives didn't know what to make of the black soldiers, just they were the same color as the buffalo whom they hunted.

William was treated fairly in the army, but the days were long, and the work was hard. He fought in several engagements with the natives. He learned the language of the Comanches (Comancheros) and the Apache (Mescalero) tribes. He also knows a little Spanish (Mexico). Albeit Billy never had an education and cannot read or write but has a propensity towards learning foreign languages. He can speak English, Apache, Comanche and Spanish, but can't read or write anything.

When Billy left the army, he kept his horse, pistol belt, sidearm, saddle, tack and harness as well as his uniform equipment. He picked up a rifle shortly after leaving the military, insuring he has sufficient ammunition. He abandoned his cavalry saber to a young Mescalero some time ago.

Billy has been in the panhandle of Texas, Apache country for a few years and is looking for work. He has done several odd jobs in the past but needs something now. He wandered into the saloon in Sweetwater with this quest in mind.

Equipment:
- Henry Rifle (.44 caliber)
- Colt SAA Pistol (.45 caliber)
- Bowie Knife
- Mustang Horse named "Rose" (female) black and white paint
- One spare shirt (light blue)
- Yellow Neckerchief
- One pair of trousers (US Army Cavalry)
- US Cavalry boots (black)
- Black vest
- Black leather Dakota styled cowboy hat
- saddle blanket (traded US Army blanket for multi colored one from a Commanche)
- western saddle with horn
- saddle bags
- bed roll
- gun belt
- 250 rounds of .45 ammo
- 170 rounds of .44 Henry ammo
- a Bowie knife
- a feed bag for Rose
- an assortment of fruit and vegetables for the horse as treats
- $13.65

Relationships:
Lucius Kingsley, father, farmer in Illinois
Emiline Kingsley, mother
David Kingsley, 24, brother, farmer in Illinois
Amos Kingsley, (22), brother, troublemaker, killed by whites in St. Louis, MO
Joseph Kingsley, 20, brother, farmer in Illinois
Clarabelle, 14, sister, lives with family on the farm in Illinois. She is Billy's father's pride and joy.

[User] "Um, well..." Taylor awkwardly fixed his holster. "Uh, sure, miss." He took a seat next to the woman as he glanced across to see Sergio and Finney "practicing". What a right pair of louts. He couldn't wait for the skinny reed to get shot.

[Assistant]
Mistihkoman sits and looks at the strange book in Sergio's hand. He narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he's seeing and looking at the words inside. Something about a man named Matthew? Mistihkoman wondered if this was like a newspaper and it was talking about someone important. It's about then that Billy begins to intone those words. And the Native man quirks an eyebrow, "Is this some kind of story about some great man? It sounds strange." Could it possibly be that Mistihkoman is not a Catholic, or a Christian in anyway? It'd be true if they were to ask. In fact after his curious question and comment he reaches up to finger a small dreamcatcher talisman attached to his bow that rests above his head in the racks, "Strange words. This story."

@Eviledd1984

Mistihkoman then turns and watches Barnabus. He narrows his eyes and frowns, watching in interaction with the child. The toy gun pattering by and under Mistihkoman's seat. He reaches under and grabs the gun then as the boy stands there downtrodden and unhappy Mistihkoman comes up with the gun and offers it grip first to the boy, "Astam, here. Your weapon Sheriff. I'll feel alot better with a good gun hand on watch." He smiles brightly, his teeth white against his darker then usual skin, not as dark as say Billy's dark skin but that dark red skin of a native man, "Just watch who you try and arrest huh? There are bad men out there." He nods to the boy, then turns away as the young lad takes the gun.

As he looks ahead he says to no one in particular, but it seems to be directed to the people who were mean to the boy, "Children are our future. To try and snuff out their light and joy, amounts to trying to kill our future. And will bring nothing but pain and misfortune to you in the end." He sniffs softly, and turns to the window, it's a dismissal alright.


[System]
~Awesome Sounding Name For Character List~

"Follow your dreams and your heart is sure to tag along"

Shouken tower's most at 6'3 and has a lanky yet muscular build. He is around 190 lbs. but looks as thin as a rail. At a younger age, his purple hair would fade to brown in the summer and shade back to purple in the winter, however, now, It stays a darker shade of purplish pink.

He has bright, deep, blue eyes that supply his innocence while his somewhat chiseled jawline compliments his more deceptive and darker look. Shouken's outfit matches that perfectly of the picture, save for his new blade, Bachiatari, which sits in a mimicking position of his previous blade, Kusemono.

Personnel files.
Access only by security personnel with a C3 clearance.
【Alias】
The Oasis

【Age】
17

【Sex】
Male

【Sexuality】
Hetero

【Birthplace】
Sunakagure

【Bloodline】
Washi

【Rank】
Chūnin

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

【Personality】
kind hearted and loyal. He is confident within himself but ignores his limitations. He is always eager for a challenge and often is the first to start making wages. It is nearly impossible to dampen his spirit with words, and all who have tried have failed.

 Shouken hates to see any form of suffering and will go out of his way to ease someone else's stress before his own. He was fairly popular amongst his class, and even teachers were pleased by his presence. He strives to become the best ninja possible and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.

Shouken's seriousness shows rarely, as he usually covers up his emotions with jests or taunting. He doesn't fear death, which allows him to fight with everything, holding nothing back. He'd sooner spit in the face of a kage rather than give up. He is forgiving and understanding, yet his bold attitude shades it to where people may get the wrong idea.

He likes the attention from the crowd but refuses to lead. He's a little lazy when it comes to responsibilities and will usually turn down a leadership role, unless the order is necessary.

【History】
Shouken was born in Sunakagure, expected to take over his Father's store. Though, fate had a different plan for Shouken. He was blessed with the element of water and also possessed a strong urge to use it. By 5, he was practicing hand signals and claiming to be the world's strongest Shinobi.

At 9, Shouken took his first life. His parent's store was being robbed and burned to the ground as he returned from playing with friends. Thugs had started the fire and fled the scene, but one remained, pointing a small knife at Shouken. His gaze still struck upon the burning building, Shouken snapped. Thoughts of his parents being trapped inside rummaged through his head and rage filled his body. He lunged at the large man, knocking him to the ground. Shouken was instantly atop the man with his hand over the mouth of the thug. Water surged down the throat of the man and began to fill up his esophagus. Shouken returned the man's horrid struggle to breathe with an emotionles glare. As the man's body went still, Shouken eased his hand down to be accompanied by his Father who had been running errands. His mom remained inside the building.

The following month, Shouken and his father moved to Konohagakure to resume the store business in a safer enviroment. A year passed with the death of his Mother, but that never stopped him from following his dream. That very next year, Shouken's father registered him in The Academy. Shouken had even more determination now than ever. He loved his mother and knew she would love to see him excel. Shouken studied and trained non-stop.

Once Shouken turned 12, he achieved the Genin Rank. The following year he would earn his next ranking of Chunin.

He soon hopes to achieve his Jonin Rank and truly make his family proud. However, he does not plan to stop there.

【Family ties】
Danguu Washi - Father
Suma Washi - Mother

Danguu Washi | Father | 39, Konohagakure, General Store Owner
Suma Washi | Mother | 35, Deceased,

【Dreams and fears】
Simply to be the best and to help anyone within his ability.

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

【Fighting style】
Shouken likes distance between him and his opponent. He rarely deals in close and when he does, he gets out quick. His hand to hand is not bad, by no means, but his confidence fades when it comes to this category. He battles that insecurity with his Katana 'Kusemono' in which case he cast aside negative thoughts and attempts take on his opponent up close.

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique

B rank techniques:
Water Release: Snake's Mouth
Water Release: Five Feeding Sharks
Water Release: Water Fang Bullet

C rank techniques:
Water Release: Gunshot
Water Prison Technique
Water Clone Technique

~~Custom Made Techniques~~

Jutsu Name: Water Technique: Hydro Wolf
Rank: B
Description: Hydro Wolf is conducted by creating a simple set of seals. Shouken generates water throughout his body and unleashes it from his mouth. After extreme training, Shouken adapted the skills of shark techniques and developed the shape into that of a massive wolf head with the body of a snake that's length depends on when Shouken decides to stop. The wolf, in comparison to the shark, is fairly large, however, the speed of the wolf doubles that of the shark. This does not only add speed but also power. The jutsu can follow the opponent for about 8-10 seconds before dispersing into a small bed of water.

【Weaponry, tools and objects.】
Weapon, tool or object name:
Bachiatari
Weapon, tool or object type:
Katana that does allow chakra flow.
Description:

Other: Shouken carries around a little case that contains 3 cigarette looking joints. In his free time on a mission he likes to smoke one alone to relieve any stress and to stay somewhat sane..

【Full Name】
Kumo
【Alias】
N/a
【Age】
Roughly early 40's
【Role】
General Store Owner from Sunakagure
【Personality】
A simple soul. Loves silly jokes and is usually very friendly.
【Techniques and Tools】
??? ;)
【Others】
Shouken's father's closest friend.

[User]
Flashback

Their client Hiro and mother explained more about the mission, they mentioned the sky pirates, pirates that floats their boats up the sky. They are the target because they have something that can defrost the island. Sentou keeps the seaweed to herself and not use it, instead she shares with Shin. Not wanting to waste such thing when in fact you can just swim deep and cover yourself with chakra, the group swam underneath and reached their destined place. As they reach the center of the Snow Village, it is just what Hiro described. A museum of frozen architecture, people, animals and the frozen turtle and whoever did this is the sense of danger.

---

Currently....

Sentou Uchiha

In the village, everything is frozen but all living things are alive, Sentou attempts to melt the weird ice with flames and fire jutsu but it was futile. "Shin, Rin. This is your forte, go analyze the weird stuff going on here. This isn't my thing b-" Something caught her attention as a silhouette is above them, it was huge, Sentou throws a smoke bomb and asks both to follow her to a safer location. The signal in a frozen island is rather weak, hacking the mainframe is useless but based on the data received from her phone, there's a pirate ship above with enhanced technology. "Sky Pirates, fought them before back in the old days. It was my first mission and it sucked. We have to stick together guys and whatever you do. Don't use any jutsus or else you'll find out the hard way." Intertwining to what she explained to Shin, she remembers that the Sky Pirates were bunch of morbid fellas. They won't stop at anything to do what they want such as stealing, killing, raping, and all the heretic hellish stuff they do best.

The mission is simple. Infiltrate the Sky Pirates ship and retrieve a scroll that entails instructions on how to defrost the village but things aren't going well for them due to the smoke bomb Sentou threw just a minute ago, the Sky Pirates' attention diverted to the incident.

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Sky Pirates
More like, a brand of girl pirates that steals and take what they want.

Boat of the Sky Pirates

Their objective is to seize/cease everything they come across and they are one of the threats that Kiri and Yuki had been facing for the past seventy years. The morbid methods they commit are despicable and traumatizing to the point one would die off in an instant.

Sky Pirate Captain: Arisa

"Smoke bomb? It could only spill out, ninjas. Without a doubt they are sent by their Kage to defrost the island and claim my treasure. Insolence as always, Zeno Hakarasu. You and your Shinobi Alliance had been dancing with us for the past 5 years and your Kage friends have been sending foolish kids to steal my treasure, the Meigo." She pouted. Whatever she and her crew are after, it must be worth than gold, the Meigo is described as something that is platinum and above than gold, whatever it is, it is a mystery for now.

Momoka the Sky Archer

"Captain." She salutes to her, "You summoned me?" She asked while riding her over sized pet.

"Go after those fools while our men fires a dupe commotion."
"Roger!" Momoka flies away. Sky Pirate Captain Arisa ordered to fire their canons falsely. And her other crew member appeared. Sky Crew Member, Mira

"And what about me Captain?" She asked. The captain said. "Go out out there, I sense a familiar chakra that is worth a pot of gold." She teleports out.

Back to Team Sentou

From there, they hear the canon being fired, the team moves to find a higher ground and just before they can be safe, the pirate girl with the ability of transportation appears to the group and bear her sword against them. "You're not going anywhere, duckies."

[Assistant]
Jaakuna Sawada, The Sundance Kid

---

 Assaulting you? The fuck is this guy on? I barely even touched him.

 Jaakuna just about had it with not only this guy, but the cunt that got him into this mess. Everything that went wrong was under her clever and very evil, planning. Jaakuna didn't know exactly what her plan was, whether it was to just cause mayhem for the people that were hired to protect her or to test out how long they could survive following the orders of some spoiled brat. Either way, Jaakuna was in deep shit(for the most part, anyway), and he had all of but two choices. One, he could surrender like a good citizen and perhaps get a little off his plate for cooperating. Or two, he could do what he's known for and fight the shitface trying to arrest him.

 Looking around, Jaakuna also considered all options including an escape route and he saw none that would actually lead to his freedom. Plus, he'd probably get into even worse trouble if he tried anything. "Fuck it, jail is looking like better company than the cunt up there." Jaakuna sighed. He really didn't want to go jail or at the very least, the police station for a second time in the same week, but it couldn't be helped, it seemed.

 Jaakuna held his hands out as he waited for the guy to cuff him up properly. "Do be gentle. I need my face intact for dinner tonight." Jaakuna smugly smiled, looking as calm as he could, even if that smile was a facade.

---

Rin Reikan, Ice Minx

---

 Frozen land everywhere. Rin felt as if she was at home. Being a Hyoton-user, the feeling of coldness that came from the ice was a welcomed feeling. Granted, she wished she wasn't here to begin with, but Rin still had a certain feeling of home as she was surrounded by the frozen wasteland. As Sentou tried to melt the ice with her fire jutsu, Rin kind of laughed. "You stupid idiot. Do you not know that chakra-infused ice cannot be melted by simple fire jutsu?" Rin said rather rudely, "It's what makes the Ice Release so powerful. It is able to withstand fire release techniques that are equal strength and even some of slightly higher than that." Rin spoke with such confidence in her voice.

 As Rin heeded what SEntou said, she suddenly heard a gunshot-like noise sound off. Instantly -- and with her team -- she jumped to higher ground to avoid any damage from whatever came from that shot. As the smoke cleared from the cannon shot, Rin looked down to the lower level of the ground and she saw some blonde in a rather revealing outfit holding a sword. "Shit, we got company." Rin said referring to the blonde down below.