[System]
Female
Age: 24
Height: 5'7
Green eyes, warm beige skin tone, black hair.
Hair that goes all the way down but doesn't touch the floor. (Refer to image)
(Mixed race of Asian and Caucasian)

(Image does not accurately represent the age of the character, but only her hair style and initial clothing. Her skin color is warm beige.)

Primary Ability (Main)
Darkness Manipulation: The ability to manipulate the shadows around her and to create darkness. (As the RP progresses, she will display a variety of skills that revolves around darkness which I'll add onto this character page)

Secondary Ability (Minor)
Time Warping: The ability to manipulate the time of a specific area, such as accelerating and slowing time within that certain area.

Zuri has been sealed within a large dark crystal for thousands of years (roughly 2000) by a group of magic users due to her overwhelming ability to manipulate shadows and create darkness, which resulted in her being sealed up into a large crystal shard and hidden away within a catacomb. Her memories were lost as time goes by, distorted and shattered memories, she can only recall her name and rediscovers her ability to control darkness when she awakens. The crystal has started to give out dark energy from within the core, pulsing at a very slow rate.

Since Zuri wasn't born into this age and time, she doesn't know much about the current world. A factionless Talent without any friends and little to no memory of her own past. A clueless, mysterious and potentially dangerous girl.

Zuri lacks the ability to socialize with others due to the long period of time that she has been bound to the crystal, it's almost as if she's reborn as a blank slate but only feint memories of her past that could possibly change her. She's quite rebellious and can act a bit defensive if people try to get close to her at an unreasonably fast rate.

Zuri is quite simple-minded, willing to do anything to protect the people she likes and is quite direct with her thoughts, not giving a second thought to what she says and does not understand consequence. She doesn't like to keep her feelings bottled up and is quite vocal with her thoughts. She also says whatever she wants and acts upon her own instincts. Zuri has problems with following orders that she disagrees with, with few exceptions, but she can he kind and caring at times.

[User]
Travis watched on as Raiya tried to instigate Father Stockton into fighter her in his powerless state. Rutger fumed and seemed nearly ready to lash out again but unexpectedly, he released his dagger along with the anger that formerly painted his expression. Travis couldn't tell whether he had lost hope and accepted the reality of his eventual demise or if he had some sort of sort of unforeseen backup plan as he reflected the same provocation back to Raiya. The Untalent could only surmise Rutger's strategy was to promote hesitation in their battle-hardened teammate and in doing so possibly sparing him.

Unsurprisingly, if Travis were in Raiya's position, he'd have certainly hesitated in finishing off an unarmed and powerless opponent. He couldn't come to grips with carrying out such a death sentence upon an individual whom couldn't fight back; he simply couldn't find the justification in it, despite the potential danger they could still posed. On the other hand, Travis could leverage his advantage over Rutger with the knowledge of his fabricated and spell and assured the unaware Father that the rune's effects were long-lasting. Having said that, the ball might have been back in Rutger's court again, leaving the powerless Talent to their own fateful decisions. Rutger diffusing himself as a threat would have been the preferred outcome unless he became hostile once more in desperation and give Travis the same jurisdiction in ending his life as the Untalent did to Roy hours earlier.

The problem though was that Raiya was not Travis and considering her history with Father Stockton clear, Travis felt it was unlikely that she allowed Rutger to leave intact. Then again, there were many things he didn't know about her and even pondered if she recognized the fragile circumstances of killing a now-harmless opponent. Travis could only watch and observe how far Raiya's vengeance would go.

That was then Nemo finally returned, looking bloodied and yet still beaming with unaffected amusement.

Nemo took hold of the moment and verbally fortified their advantage over Rutger further now that he and is abilities were present before musing the possibilities of the Father's fate. It became quickly apparent that this situation was no longer under Raiya's judgement as Nemo pulled his revolver out and shot Rutger without any hesitation at all. Travis nearly jumped having been caught off-guard by Nemo cold and decisive death-draw.

"Y-yeah, now it is," he replied finally to Zuri's tired query.

[Assistant] Zuri was glad to see Nemo still alive and walking, even though he wasn't in the best of state. She watches as Nemo approached the group as he took out his revolver and ended Rutger's life in a blink of an eye. She stood there in silence as blood started leaking out of the lifeless body that lied on the floor, creating a small puddle from the gunshot wound. "Shall we continue?" Zuri says in a lighthearted manner.

[User]
Raiya waited for the cowardly Stockton to pick up his blade and meet her head on. But, he was much more cowardly than Raiya had expected, and when he dropped the blade and conceded, Raiya's anger was stoked even more. When Stockton opened his mouth to explain himself, everything that dribbled out convicted her more to end him. His last words were, "Go ahead, show them what you are, you viper." To which Raiya replied, "I'm a viper?" her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as a strange smile crept over her face, "You're damn right. Now let me make sure that you don't forget exactly how snakelike I am." She flipped her knife so the blade faced downward as she went in for the kill she so desperately wanted. But at the moment she stalked forward, Nemo appeared out of the shroud of darkness of the hallway they had initially entered the room from.

 Distracted by the sudden appearance of their separated teammate, she turned her focus to Nemo. He walked up and began to speak. It was clear where this was heading before Nemo ever opened her mouth. If Raiya had the energy, she would have jumped on Stockton and murdered him before she indulged Nemo's diatribe, but her exhaustion had set in her bones and as sluggish as she was, the only way for Raiya to end Stockton would have been a slow and painful one. "Don't you dare, Nemo. This is my history, this is my family, this is my kill." She spoke in a weary voice. Her warnings were not headed as Nemo produced a pistol and ended Stockton there. Raiya remained silent as she dropped her knife. She tilted her head downwards averting her gaze from meeting Nemo's. She couldn't look at him, Raiya felt extremely wronged, her mind was so clouded by exhaustion and the reality of the situation that she had no words to express what she was feeling. Her anger was swelled before she tried to go in for the kill, and that pent up anger had nowhere to go so it coalesced and condensed itself into a hard ball of resentment that she would not soon let go of.

 Raiya had half a mind to walk away from the group and try to find the exit and possibly try to find her own way off of the island. But that thought dissipated as her rationality reminded her that she knew nothing about sea travel, hated large bodies of water, and did not know how to swim. So instead, she just silently walked towards the big runic doors with her head faced downward as she walked. "Let's just get this over with." She grumbled angrily as she walked, 'the sooner we finish the mission the sooner I can find my way to the nearest bottle of liquor' She thought.

[Assistant]
Despite the damage done to his outfit, it seemed that all accompanied wounds had been healed by now. The only way he could have eased all his wounds that quickly and so efficiently is through his absorption spell. A thought that didn't bode well for Father Galvadon's fate. It seemed his life energy had been used as a magic band-aid in the end.

Nemo silently watched Raiya walk over to the door, overhearing her statement. His gaze slowly drooped to the floor as well, and he let out a small sigh. With Raiya out of earshot, he spoke softly by Travis and Zuri, not facing any one of them in particular. "Maybe it's just because I have a photographic memory, but when you take someone's life, it sticks with you, forever. Ironically, for a killer, their victims never truly die. They'll be there for all your successes, just to spoil the mood. They'll be there while you try to sleep, just to keep you up. They'll be there when you're alone, just to be a reminder of what you did." Nemo explained. "In a way, you kill a part of yourself as well."

"Sure, you can justify it all you want. Maybe the circumstances can help you live with it, but it never goes away." Nemo walked past Travis on the way to the door, but stopped behind him. He suddenly placed both of his hands on Travis' shoulders and spoke even quieter into his ear, both of them facing Raiya off by the door. "Vengeance is a very special circumstance... Imagine it for me, being broken by what's been done to you. Feeling a deep ever present anger within. You just want the pain it causes you to stop, but the only time the torment relents is during the catharsis you feel when you watch the life escape the eyes of someone you deem responsible for your sorrow." Nemo explained, speaking quickly. His tempo then slowed down "But this relief soon fades. It's only temporary... You have to kill again, it's the only way to escape the suffering. You become addicted to it, consumed by it, until you realize that your pain will never truly go away now. This epiphany will only come after you've completely destroyed yourself. What you did didn't extinguish the agony, it only stoked the fire that will burn your life to the ground. Now... now you can never go back to being normal again."

After a eerie silent pause, Nemo resumed his tirade "Sometimes you have to do what's right for someone else, even if they'll hate you for it. That's why I had to kill him, Travis. I couldn't bare to let him haunt her. I couldn't just watch her sink further into the pit. You understand, right?" Nemo leaned away, patting Travis on the shoulder before letting his arms drop to his side. "Of course you do."

"In other news, there's a runically sealed door over there with your name on it." He finished, pointing to it before slowly walking off. Nemo stopped his stroll next to Raiya and stood there silently for a couple moments. Eventually Nemo looked over and gently tapped his hand against her side. "Hey..." He started, pausing again before continuing. "I'm sorry, Raiya. I was just... I was just trying to protect you from becoming-" Nemo looked away, drawing his gaze downwards. "-...like me." He admitted.


[System]
Nickname(s): Dani

Gender: Female

Age: 11

House: Yet to be determined (Sorting Hat)

Appearance:
Dani is rather petite, standing at only 3'7" and weighing about 39 pounds, with straight, light brown hair that hangs down to her shoulders and blue eyes. She has a round face with a button nose and small ears that are normally hidden by her hair. Her body shape is rather slender, though it is obvious that she doesn't have any sort of well-defined musculature.

The clothing she wears when not wearing the uniform usually consists of bright or pastel colored clothing, and is virtually limited to simple t-shirts and either pants or shorts, depending on the weather. One thing that is constant, however, is that she always has some sort of accessory in her hair, whether its a clip or a ribbon. The uniform itself is the same as that of every other student at Hogwarts, though maybe a little ill-fitting due to her small size.

Wand:
Length: 7 and ½ inches
Wood: Pine
Core: Unicorn hair

Pet: None

Strengths: Dani is quite skilled at reading body language and other nonverbal communication, as well as communicating without speaking, both of which are due to the fact that she is mute. She's also quite good at going unnoticed, which is partially due to her small size. Though it shouldn't come up for a while, it is worth mentioning that she is exceptional when it comes to dueling because she doesn't cast magic verbally and can spot her opponent's tells more easily. It's also worth mentioning that she has a large amount of magical power and a talent for using it efficiently.

It might accurately be described as a strength, but Dani also has synesthesia, which means that she associates colors with letters, numbers, and sounds, as well as other associations. Perhaps as expected, Dani is a rather exceptional artist and musician, having been involved in art and music classes and clubs throughout her life so far.

Weaknesses: Dani is unable to speak, having been born mute, in addition to having Nyctophobia, or the fear of the dark. She is also entirely new to the whole magic thing, as she is a muggle-born witch. As such, she is often unsure of what she's doing or proper customs, which can lead her into trouble with others. Due to being unable to speak, it is rather easy for others to bully her, and she has a tendency to let things go that she shouldn't. Another thing to note here is that she is pretty weak physically, which is primarily due to her small size. As such, she's not very strong, fast, or durable, and she doesn't have a great amount of endurance.

A negative side-effect of her synesthesia is that she has a tendency to space out when experiencing something particularly intense, like a crescendo in music or a particularly vivid image. While these moments are usually pleasant, they can result in sensory overload, causing discomfort, irritability, or pain. Some sounds in particular have been known to provoke negative responses in her, which can be a bit surprising for someone usually so sweet.

Personality: Dani is, at first impression, a rather cold, distant person. But that is primarily because she can't speak, and, upon getting to know her, it becomes clear that she is actually a sweet and kind-hearted individual who enjoys the company of others. Dealing with people who don't understand her condition or who are impatient in dealing with her has resulted in her developing a surprising amount of patience for a child of her age.

Unfortunately, Dani can be rather spacey, an idea popping into her head having a tendency to capture her attention for longer than it should. That's not to say that she's not intelligent; she's about average in that department. It's just that she might get stuck on a concept because it is interesting to her, or something along those lines. If anything, it helps her understand the material better, if at a slightly slower pace than her peers.

History: Dani grew up in a small, rather unassuming muggle town in England. Apart from being mute and a synesthete, her life was rather normal. The only thing that her conditions resulted in were some bullying here and there and finding new ways to deal with the hassles of public school. There were a few times that she noticed that she was able to do things she shouldn't have been able to do, though she usually just brushed them off as her overactive imagination playing tricks on her.

It wasn't until she turned eleven on February 14th, that she discovered the magical side of the world, as a ministry official, who looked rather ridiculous if she was being honest, arrived at her doorstep with a letter of invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was there for quite some time explaining everything to the bewildered family, which also included Dani of course. By the time he was done, however, it was rather clear that the best option was to agree to send Dani to the school.

Preparing for the year took quite a bit of time, though mostly because they understood nothing about what they would need or where to get it and had a million questions for the ministry official who was tasked with guiding them through Diagon Alley. Really, the poor man deserved a medal of some sort for putting up with the small family, as the questions they asked seemed as though they would have common sense answers that would get tiring to answer.

Eventually, however, they did manage to acquire everything that she would need for her first year. From there, time seemed to fly until the day arrived to send her off at Platform 9 and ¾.

NPCs: None, currently

Other:
Dani carries a whiteboard and a variety of dry-erase markers around with her as a means of easy communication.

[User]
Roze couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief once they escaped from the Headmistress' office.
"Gods, that sucked." She said to Dani, now noticebly brighter in both her expression and hair, now that the punishment was over and done with. "I was sure she was going to give me another detention." She said then paused thoughtfully. "Although, considering it would have been in the Forbidden Forest, I wouldn't have minded so much. There's all sorts of magical creatures in that place - fair to say I'm looking forward to tonight!" She said with a grin, her fearlessness returning to her. When it came to fear, it was rare for Roze to apply it to things such as the dark, the unknown, or bullies like Wade. Fear of someone with the power to make things very hard for you - such as a Headmistress or teacher - was more likely in Roze's mind. And of course, fear of a few other things, but she was hardly likely to be telling everyone about those.
"Oh, I hope they haven't taken all of the decent broomsticks. Some of them can hurt you more than the Whomping Willow, according to my brother." Roze informed Dani; she was sure Dani would be sitting out anyway, because she looked a bit wobbly on her feet still. Despite the smaller girl's ailment, they managed to make it to their lesson with a minute to spare. Not even everyone had shown up yet.
After informing Professor Wood of Dani's sitting out, they both ventured over to Daniel, who stood by the bin of broomsticks.
"Hey! Nice to see you've still got your head attached, Dan." Roze said with an easy smile, picking a fairly decent broom out of the bunch. Some of the twigs were wonky, and the shaft was covered in knots, but it felt right in her hands. "And, uh... Thanks. That was brave of you, jumping in like that. Perhaps you should be in Gryffindor instead." She added, her face flushing slightly. She wasn't exactly used to having people stick up for her - so she wasn't used to thanking people for their help.

[Assistant] Daniel was relieved to see that Roze, and Dani were ok, or, at least somewhat ok. Dani was wobbly, and Roze, although it was patched up, still had the gash on her arm. As Roze grabbed a broom, he replied, "Yeah, I don't know what I would do without it." At Roze's next comment, he smiled and blushed slightly. He could feel the slight pink tinge on his cheeks. "Gryffindor wouldn't be bad, but, if I was there, I wouldn't have met you two." His face became a brighter red. While the reply was meant for Roze, he felt it rude to leave Dani out. Moving the topic off of something that would make him blush, he continued. "So, how was the Headmistress? Your not going to the Forbidden Forest as well, are you?" He would have felt bad if they got in trouble for a fight he was in.

[User]
Roze shrugged at Dan's question, glancing around the rest of the students. Most had shown up, but the Professor seemed quite happy to wait for a bit longer. He was a bit of a Quidditch legend - Oliver Wood, ex-Puddlemere United Keeper, and used to be the Gryffindor Captain that coached Harry Potter. Leo had gained a few tips on flying from Professor Wood, what with him becoming a Chaser for Gryffindor in his second year.
"She was okay about, I suppose. Lost 10 points for Ravenclaw, which I thought was pretty unfair considering I didn't even get my wand out." Roze replied with a hint of bitterness in her voice, but her smile returned to her at Dan's second question. "And me and Dani were already scheduled for a trip into the Forest. There was a fight on the train over here that a lot of us first-years got pulled into. McGonagall was not amused." She said with a light chuckle.
"Anyways, enough of that. Are you thinking about trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team? I hear a lot of places have opened up this year." She asked both Dan and Dani, although she was certain Dani wouldn't be too interested in that. Even before she got knocked over, Roze noticed Dani had pulled a face at flying practice. Well, if wasn't for everyone.

[Assistant]
Moirah Mindel was headed for the courtyard, when she was intercepted by Marc McQueen.

"Are you a muggle or a pure blood?" Marc asked.

"What?" Moirah blinked.

"Your a Slytherin aren't you? Are they not usually pure blooded wizards?" Marc didn't seem like he was looking for a way to insult her, it sounded more like he was curious. "See. I'm starting a petition. Hogwarts should stop prohibiting muggle technology on school grounds. It is a violation of our rights! Don't you see? But I have not been able to get anyone from Slytherin to sign it! I think it might be because they are pure bloods and support the restrictions." The boy narrowed his eyes. "Do you think that is the case?"

"Ah... Um..." Moirah wanted to sink into her robes. "I honestly think they don't care. All they talk about is Quidditch." She waddled around the second year boy and made her way to the courtyard...

... Where she picked out a broom and took a place in line near the other first year Slytherin students.


[System]
Nickname: Monarch/Butterfly Ninja
Age: 16
Appearance:

Yuri wears a beautiful necklace at all times, even outside of his transformation.
Description: A charismatic young boy who just so happens to be the first and only male student allowed at a prestigious all-girls school as some sort of initiative headed by the Headmaster of the Academy. Not much is known about this student other than his loyalty is unwavering and his bright spirit is immensely contagious.
Grimoire:
 • Title: The Butterfly Ninja [Mulan/The Princess and the Frog]
 • Description: A beautiful Wuxia tale of a heroic prince who harnessed the power of his ancestors, in the form of arcane magic, to defeat an evil overlord who threatened to bring an end to peace among the kingdoms.
 • Abilities: Much like the prince from the story, Yuri's magic/voodoo takes the form of beautiful spectral butterflies. He can sprout beautiful iridescent wings that allow him to fly. He can transform into a swarm of colorful butterflies if harmed suddenly to escape, or as means to travel quickly. He can even open portals to "summon" creatures to do his bidding or travel great distances. The spectral butterflies can do great and marvelous things. They can be used to either shield, enhance, or destroy. The extent of this magic solely depends on the willpower of the caster. He's also able to move like a ninja and is a brilliant martial artist. He can scale buildings like an insect. A list of current butterfly colors and their effects is listed below.

Blue Butterflies - Protection and Absorption. They can be used as shields against negative energy and oncoming attacks. The more powerful the negative energy and attack, the more taxing on Yuri's body. If not careful it can weaken him severely.

Black Butterflies - Voodoo Enchantments. The only sinister part of his arsenal and most powerful. The full extent of these butterflies is unknown and they resemble skeletal butterflies with black smoke trails. Yuri's aura darkens when he channels this power. Prolonged usage can potentially have negative consequences.

Purple Butterflies - Offensive Spells and Counters. Either used in a swarm-like beam to cause damage, or used in larger forms to decimate. Yuri can attach a purple butterfly to an ally and enhance their abilities. He cannot enhance his own abilities.

Weapon: The Luna Moth Staff has four different modes (Yuri will uncover them as the story progresses) and can switch between these different modes in the blink of an eye.

- The Luna Moth Staff takes the form of a sentient wizard staff that allows Yuri to channel his arcana and utilize his martial skills to an extent. It is a beautiful magic staff with crystals that hang on unbreakable diamond tendrils that retract and grow near limitless. The crystals are shaped like luna moth and possess sharp edges, able to slice through rock.

- The Luna Moth Staff takes the form of a deadly sentient rainbow scythe. In this mode, Yuri is able to move more offensively in battle. The blade on the scythe is strong enough to slice through lesser metals and maintains the dangling crystals from Magic Mode. Yuri is able to wield the scythe masterfully and can throw the scythe, like a deadly boomerang, catching it when it returns. It will only answer to Yuri and will not allow another to touch it. From the blade, sickle energy can be release from a distance.

- The Luna Moth Staff takes the form of a long crystalline blade able to slice through medium-grade metals and puncture steel. The crystals that once dangled are not replaced by a beautiful butterfly on the guard, and one single tendril that dangles from the handle of the sword. That one crystal has the same abilities as the ones in Magic Mode, and Reaper Mode. Yuri becomes a deadly swordsman for intense close combat. When the blade absorbs dark energy, it purifies it and increases the strength of its cutting edge. Though very lightweight, the sword is unbreakable.
- The Luna Moth Staff takes the final form of a long arch-mage staff. In this mode the power is evident, the mastery is clear. There is no mistaking the journey it took to unlock this mode. The staff loses the ability to shift back to the Magic Mode, as all abilities from the magic mode are transferred, but it maintains the ability to shift to Reaper and Blade Mode in the blink of an eye. The staff is one of legend, said to have been bestowed to an Arch-Mage by a god. There is much to unlock within the Master Mode.
Misc:

[User]
The jester had a growing smirk on her face as she heard Robin agree with her. However, that didn't last long. As soon as the blue-haired magical girl's speech turned on its heels, the clown's self-satisfied smile warped into a disgusted frown.

"Well, that's a way to ruin the mood," she said in a voice that barely contained her urge to puke at the cookie-cutter heroic drivel.

Even so, Robin jumping back and firing at the jester's feet was answered with the jester doing a dodge roll, or rather a cartwheel, to get out of the projectile's path. In the middle of her movement, she let her clubs go, throwing them at Robin's feet, kicking up a dust cloud to distract the archer.

It was then that her eyes set on one of the many motes of life force making its way to the unconscious workers. "I found ya~" she said in a sing-song voice. From her position up above the roof, Kanata would be able to see a sadistic smile stamped on the jester's face as she trust a fist inside the glowy orb and... dug around for something.

"Oh, come on, I wouldn't think your enthusiasm would be stinguished so fast. Anyway, I'm done here, so we can get going while we are on top," Harlequin—or better yet, Harly—answered when her 'partner' landed beside her. Just as she did so, she pulled her hand back from the light orb with a book—no, a Grimoire—now in her grasp.

"The Giant's Beanstalk, huh? That's gonna be fun to mess with~" she said in a pleased voice. A moment later, the whole circus illusion began to crumble and disappear as suddenly as it came.

"Annnnd that's it for the night! Thank you for your patronage and until next time, Ladies and Gentlemen!" Harly said before disappearing along with her partner in a puff of smoke and confetti.

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[Assistant]
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Despite the grim circumstances, everything went well in the aftermath of the encounter with the Darkkeepers. The life force was returned its rightful owners, the worst they would feel is the symptoms of a mild cold for a few days, even the one that had his soul pilfered by the Harlequin's assault would be goo to go in no more than a week.

On the other hand, things weren't so simple between the defenders of the world's peace. Scheherazade refused to comment on the issue after the battle. He promised to explain everything on the next day when the girls assembled the following day in their school's library. Even though his feline countenance betrayed no emotion, it was clear that he was perturbed by the events that happened and needed some time to sort out his thoughts.

※ The Following Afternoon, at the School's Library Club ※
"I'm sorry everyone. I guess I owe you all some explanations after what happened yesterday," Scheherazade said as he perched atop a windowsill bathed in the sunset's fiery hues. The wind waving the trees behind him in a vivid dance of light and shadows that looked almost as if it popped out of a Monet or Van Gogh.

"The Darkkeepers... I never expected to see them in this world. Maybe, after all, that I lost, I became a fool. How could I not see it coming again? In all the worlds conquered by darkness, the Darkkeepers are always there," Scheherazade said in a voice bitter with guilt.

"Just like you, I also asked them to help me in m fight against the Dark Empress. But... time and time again, I failed as their guide, and as a result of my failings, they became corrupted by the darkness they fought against. And now, the help her conquer other words..."

"It's really all my fault for not telling you before that such a thing could happen. I understand if you don't want to work with me anymore. But if there's anything I can do, let me know. I absolutely can't fail this time. This world is so blessed with the Princess touch. Stories became a part of your soul like in no other world I ever saw. I don't know what will happen if it were to fall in the hands of the Empress," Scheherazade said, pepping up a little as he explained everything he had to say.

One could almost feel the weight of the silence as he waited for a reply from the club members. But, before any of them could answer, a knock on their club room's door shook away the still atmosphere.

"Excuse me. Is this the Library Volunteer Club's room? I've come to return a book and can't find the librarian anywhere, would any of you be able to check it out for me?" The blue-haired girl said with a crystal-clear voice as she clutched a copy of a Cinderella pop-up book close to her chest.

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[System]
Alias:Currently: Scotty
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Height: 5'7
Weight: 150lbs (?)
Country of Origin: Scotland
Occupation: Ex-Recon, Navigation/Co-ordination specialist
Personality:  Quick of the bat, both a team player (and a team antagonist when the time suits). He has the capability to lead if nobody else will pick up the slack however he tends to follow the pack. His defining traits, which could be marked down as flaws. Are his arrogance and stubbornness. However sometimes, in relations with others. He can rub them the wrong way and cause tension.
Military Record:

Born in 1999, in Aberdeen Scotland he went to Abbotswell Primary school. From there he went to study at Bridge of Don Academy before dropping out at sixteen: Same year as the first Kaiju attack. From there he signed up for what was then the British Army (Prior to the unionization of global forces), getting in through basic training he then went to specialize in force Recon.

Throughout his military career he has done naught but strive for excellence, he has been important in tracking down several cells who "devoted" themselves to many of the Kaiju that came through the rift that had become unruly and aggressive. While he tried to prove himself worthy of being put in a jaeger, however when he was finally accepted into the program and had just begun training the program was scrapped. He went back to being force recon for special forces.

SECURITY CLEARANCE DENIED. SECTION REDACTED.

Now he has been re-assigned to the Jaegar program under the command of the new Marshall.

[User]
Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 4 - Personal Quarters
With a growl and a cough Bruiser rolled over in his bunk and reached up to rub his face with his hand. The jetlag was still punishing him after the long flight halfway round the world and now all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week, but the alarm clock beside his bed had different ideas and its incessant ringing kept him from falling back asleep until he finally pushed himself up and out from under the sheets.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up!" He said to the antique clockwork menace, quickly flicking the catch to stop the hammer before lifting the mechanism up and carefully winding the key in the back to ensure the coil was tight. The little ritual helped his lagging mind focus, a little reminder of home even all the way out here in the Heathen Lands.

Gently placing the clock back down on the nightstand, tilting it to the side slightly so the face could easily be seen from the bed, Bruiser pushed himself up onto his feet and headed for the can. It wasn't his fault he'd arrived early, the orders he'd been given had been specific about the time and date for arrival but hadn't mentioned anything about the International Date Line, leaving the muscular recruit a day ahead of his plans.

Once he was done with his business Bruiser pulled the chain to flush away his sins and moved to the sink, splashing cold water up into his bleary eyes and taking a moment to examine himself in the mirror. There was some stubble forming there already, but not enough to warrant his attention, so instead Bruiser gave himself a quick rinse off before climbing into his standard-issue flight suit and heading down to the mess hall.

Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Floor 5 - Mess Hall
He was still a little rough on his feet, the exhaustion not yet cleared from his system, and as he staggered over to the kitchen to fetch himself some coffee he almost stumbled over a couple of the techs making their way out into the hall. With a grunting apology he pushed himself away from them before taking his seat at the counter and reaching for what he hoped was a fresh pot of mud.

Shouldn't be too long now, he thought to himself, wondering when the training would start and he'd find himself a partner and a Jaeger to match his unique fighting style. Wonder if they'll try to fit me in one of those fancy Strikers, or perhaps an old Cataclysm? As he let his mind wander Bruiser took a long deep suck on his mug, and felt the thick black coffee warming his belly.

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Henry sat in the chopper, a cap lowered over his face, legs stretched out (The most he could in confined space) and more or less let himself drift in and out of sleep on the way to the shatterdome. Though this did little to help his excitement as the chopper touched dirt (Metaphorically). Straight on his feet he moved into line, the indoctrinated part of him immediately had him standing at attention - Minus the salute. He was back in the program. Everything he had done brought him here, since the first Kaiju attack helping him to decide to join the military, all the recon runs. The fighting, pain, joys and thrills all brought him to this moment. Where he'd be tested and hopefully be put in a Jaeger.

One of the oldest in the group, he reckoned his chances were good. Yes like most of them he had no real experience in a Jaegar but he had been fighting longer than most of them. He'd been in the trenches, on the rooftops and behind "enemy" lines. He didn't doubt there were some fighters amongst them. Most of them had probably spent a lot of time in the simulators (Something he had only been in once) but he just hoped when it came down to a real fight, when lives were on the line that they could hold their own. The snow itself, didn't phase him. Scotland wasn't the most tropical of climates in existence, and he was too busy holding back his inner child. "Alright, so we've met the guard dog. We ready to get started?"

((*Note: I am actually Scottish. However I will not be changing EVERY word to the way I would say it. That shit just makes it confusing to read for people, and I'm used to typing without slang (However the occasional tidbit of how I say things will sneak in e.g. instead of now most scots say "The now" for some odd reason.)))

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Mako watched with kind eyes as the helicopters brought everyone to the now bustling airfield. Though the area was small, people seemed to be able to move their carts and small cars around with ease, without worry of smashing into one another as they transported materials of all kinds. From early morning until late at night, the workers were transporting materials, food, weapons, and even people. Speaking of people, the new faces of the Rangers all had a mix of excitement and anxiety written on them. Stepping forwards as they all filed out, she would nod in greeting to those who spoke to her and introduced themselves. She already knew the names of everyone there, but didn't feel the need to acknowledge each of them seperately. She was about to speak when a lively woman came up to them, announcing herself as Tomiko Fraser. This caused Mako to hesitate for a moment as Tomiko spoke to the red haired woman.

When did this one arrive? Mako thought to herself before furiously flipping through the profiles she had on the clipboard in her hand. Stopping on Tomiko's sheet, Mako would let out a frustrated sigh when she read that the woman had arrived days ago along with her Jaeger. It had been signed off by someone in communications. Wasn't a big deal really, but Mako was ticked that no one had told her of the woman's arrival. Casually she flipped through, slower this time, and sure enough she found one more person who had already arrived. The day before to be exact. Jack Gerald Murdock's profile had also been signed off that the man had arrived and been excorted to his room. Mako sighed again. For communications, one would think they actually had told her these two came early. Else who knows how long she would have waited for them.

Still saying nothing for a moment, she would count the number of those who had arrived. There were three who had not made it here yet. Tapping her chin to the top of the clipboard, Mako would ponder wether she wanted to continue waiting or not.

I suppose I can send Jade to get the late ones... she thought.

The silence stretched on as Mako would stare at the group for a few more moments.

"OK. Since it's cold out here, I can show you around a bit." she said, turning and gesturing with her hand for everyone to follow her. Then she would stop after a few steps. "Oh! Where are my manners?" she said turning, her pale face turning slightly pink as she bowed to them. "It is an honor that you all have agreed to be transferred here during this time. I know it must not have been easy. I assume you all know, my name is Mako Mori, but please call me by my surname. Welcome to the Hong Kong Shatterdome." One hand gestured around her. "Where we are now is the Airfield. This is the only way in and out of here. We typically travel by helicopters to get us places, though occasionally we have big jets here if we need to transport a large amount of supplies.

Pausing and then gesturing behind the group, she would speak again. "Directly beneath us is where we keep all of our Jaegers. They are deployed and returned in that entrance. You can see the roof of it from the edge of the airfield, though I do not recommend getting that close to the edge. The engineers and workers all do their best to keep them in working order. I know some of you here will be tasked to help with that sometime soon." Turning after flashing a smile, she would again gesture for them to follow her. "Now, we will go and I'll show you some other important places."

Walking inside after standing out in the cold for, who knows how long, Mako closed her umbrella and shrugged off her long trench coat. She would hand both to a security guard who stood near the entrance, and continue walking until she reached an elevator. She pressed a button and pointed to a large number 1 painted above it. "As you can see, this is the first floor. Like I said, this floor is mainly used for transporting supplies from outside and such. Often you will see a lot of people moving things around up here." When the elevator came up and the door opened, she gestured for everyone to step inside before her. When the group all packed in, she would press the number four button.

"Floor number two is where the Research Division conducts their studies. We used to have such a small division, that we didn't need the whole floor. However, once we began to get more Kaijus appearing, many scientists came forward and expressed an intrest in helping us study them and learn more about why our first attempt to end this war....failed. Now the entire floor is dedicated to that." she would stop speaking as she thought back to that day. That day had been filled with such joy, and also pain for losing the former Marshall... Only to find out that his death had been in vain. It made Mako sick to her stomach.

Clearing her throat, she turned to the group. "Anyway. Floor three is where all training takes place. Not only hand to hand combat, but simulations as well. It is where all of our divisions come together and edit the simulations, as they try to replicate Kaiju attacks as best as they can get to the real thing. In addition to the simulation rooms, there is a fitness room with weights and cardio machines that are open to anyone who wants to stay in shape. There is a dedicated training room where we have our instructors train the younger ones we have here. Oh! And the yoga room, for those individuals who like to handle stress in a calmer enviornment. I personally spend a lot of time there. If you are looking for me, chances are that is where I am."

The sound of the elevator door opening brought her head around and she led the way out. "Ah, we are here. This is the fourth floor." she said, stepping aside and waiting for everyone to follow her. She began to walk down the halls that were lined with doors with numbers next to them. "This floor is dedicated to the sleeping quarters. Luckily for us Rangers, we get a room to ourselves. Many others have to share." She continued to walk and she paused halfway down one hall. Pointing to the left, she would speak. "That is the Marshall's room." She pointed then with her thumb to the right. "That is my room."

Continuing on down the hall, she would make a left turn and pause. "Okay I will assign you're rooms so please pay attention." Looking down at her clipboard, she would read the name out loud and then point to the door of the assigned room. "Henry McTier you are in room 432, Jack Logan you are in room 433, Cameron Arkwright, 434." She would check her paper and turn to Tomiko. "I assume you know this is your room: 435. Valeriya Castus you are in room 436. Syberus Fuchs you are in... 438? Oh, Mr. Murdock is in room 437. Eric Banner is in room 439, and Angelo Ortega is in 440." she finished. Mako would then double check to make sure she didn't miss anyone and then she turned to the group.

"The last floor is floor five... Is it odd that the floors go down instead of up?" she suddenly wondered aloud, laughing lightheartedly afterwards. "Anyways, floor five is where you will find the cafeteria as well as the entrance to the Jaeger hanger. The Marshall's office is also down there. I encourage all of you to rest up and get some food into your systems, feel free to sneak a peek at he Jaegers if you like. The Marshall wants you all to report to floor three, the training room, in three hours. There you will be briefed on why exactly you all were chosen to come here."

Smiling to the group, Mako would hug her clipboard to her chest. "It has been nice to show all of you around a little, but I am needed elsewhere now. Oh, and Tomiko. Since I assume you know your way around a bit better than the others, would you mind keeping an eye out for Mr. Murdock?" she stepped forward and showed the woman a picture of the man that was attached to his file on the clipboard. "If you see him, please tell him we have a meeting in three hours." Looking at everyone, she would bow. "I will see you all soon."

Turning, Mako would make her way back the way she came.

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Henry sighed. He had already slept on the chopper, on the bright side he did get his own room. That was a novelty. Being ex-force recon he was used to putting down just wherever possible. He moved to his room and threw in his duffel bag: After retrieving a smaller bag. After that he walked off in the direction of the mess hall. Walking in he immediately walked over and grabbed a tray. Looking at the trays of, probably cold, food he wasn't impressed. Then again, the Jaeger program was technically military. What was he suspect? And it made the whole thing seem more homely anyway. He grabbed a plate, throwing some cold bacon and beans onto it before moving over to an empty table. Once down he took a can of Irn Bru out of his bag and smirked. As far as he knew he was one of the few scotsmen here, he had to represent.

He closed his eyes as he took a drink. He had done a lot to get back here, last time he had barely started training before they canned the project in favour of the wall (Which was a completely and utter stupid idea from it's inception). At least they realized their mistake, though how long would it take them to get the funding behind the Jaeger program that it needed? Yes there was a lot of collateral damage but it was the only way. And even then a lot of the time Kaiju were taken out at sea, it was typically the higher classifications or more unique ones that managed to wreak havoc and if he got in a Jaeger, nothing was going to get past him. He'd see to that.


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Apparent Age: 24
Actual Age:127
Gender: Male
Race/Faction: Vampire/Blackbloods
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 182 lbs

Bio:
Norman Perry was born to an rich family in the late 19th century England. He grew up the son of a banker, with all the perks and privileges. Norman was an eccentric kid with his cold looks and lack of empathy. He learned easily and showed an aptitude for fencing, both of which his father forced him to take up. Norman took the learning as something that had to be done, either in school of in life. Whereas he took the fencing as an art form. He loved whipping his foil around, outsmarting his opponents, seeing the weak points in their defense and besting them. The banker's son went on to become one of the most esteemed dualists in London.

One night the Perry family had people over for dinner, something which wasn't that unusual. What was unusual however was one woman. She was the widow of a lord, supposedly 38 years old. The woman didn't look a day over 25 and captivated all men in the room. Norman was intrigued by her, he had never met a woman like her before. After dinner all of the guests had a drink and the widow singled Norman out. The two of them talked and talked and Norman became more and more intrigued by her. She knew things and every move of her was as gracious as a feather swaying in the wind. She wanted to show him something.

The pair headed back to the main room. The widow told Norman to close the door and he did. As soon as the door closed Norman heard a sharp crack, then a scream. He quickly turned around and saw one of the guest lying on the ground, his head turned around 180 degrees. The widow was at the other side of the room standing over the dead man. She had crossed the entire room in the blink of an eye. In a flash the widow stood next to the screaming woman, her face buried in the screaming woman's next. The room fell silent, everyone was scared to death. The only difference between Norman and the rest of the crowd was that he still was intrigued. That night he was turned.

Norman was taken in by a vampire coven in London, where he was trained and educated in the ways of the night. His skills as a fencer made him one hell of dualist within the coven and he was quickly put to work. His specialty, solving internal problems as well as the occasional werewolf incident.

Personality: Norman always stood out because of his lack of empathy. Through the years however he learned to have a good grasp on human nature. His natural curiosity and aptitude for picking up new things made that easier. Norman enjoys outsmarting his opponents and favors combat over diplomacy. He is the person you sent to fix the problem permanently.

Powers:
Bone Manipulation – The ability to change the skeletal structure of the body. Norman can change his hands into claws or spring blades of bone from his forearms. The wounds inflicted by the bone manipulation need to heal after combat, causing an increased desire to feed.
Lightning Reflexes – Norman reacts on outside impulses faster than other vampires. His body processes information that might give him an edge in combat faster than other vampires.
Other: Norman is still looking for the widow.

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Eddie shook his head as he grumbled a bit. "I hate having turning in those reports late." As the keys were tossed in his direction, Eddie caught them and placed them in his jacket pocket and swapped them for a cigarette and his lighter. "Suppose I'm gonna have to. And you'd think they won't, but seems every time we get their, something got scratched up."

The officer put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up. Taking a drag off of his cigarette, he blew a bit of smoke off to the side.

Eddie glanced towards Sleepy and smiled. "Swore ya weren't gonna ask. Got a weirdo who may provide a lead, y'know that bastard in the costume? Yeah well he was stumblin' around that gift-shop called Moon Lotus or somethin' like that. Same vicinity where victim four was down. Bastard was drugged outta his mind. But more importantly that suit was glued on tighter than Tom Brady's cheating grip on those deflated balls. Gonna interrogate the suspect after he had some time to recuperate."

He took another drag of his cigarette before flicking some of the ash off. "Though before he went down, mentioned something about pay. Thinking about doing a stake-out in the area."

"Course we're gonna need our squad-car before that." Eddie remarked as he dropped tossed the remains of his cigarette into a nearby trash-bin.

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Aleksandri was on her way to the zone carrying a new shipment of blood for the bar in a large suitcase filled with ice packs to keep them cool. "I know I'm strong but I'm not a trolley or delivery person" she thought to herself before she heaved the suitcase up a set of steps from the subway, though didn't show any signs of strain as the case was hoisted above her head.

All of a sudden a man walked up behind her "Hey what's a young lass like you doing here?" He said as he smoothly slid in front of Aleksandri in an attempt to slow her down, "Damnit!" Aleksandri cursed under her breath before sighing looking up at the man. "Отвали (piss off)" she said in Russian while trying to play the busy foreiner card but the man didn't take the hint and pressed on, "oh an exotic beauty huh well let me show you aro-" Aleksandri cut him off as she began walking away shaking her head "Отвали, Я занят" she called before turning a corner and sinking into a shadowed doorway.

Aleksandri finally made her way to a block away from the Zone before she heard the explosion and rushed down the street and made it just in time to see the dust cloud settle, "Что, черт возьми, здесь произошло!? (What the hell happened here!?)" She yelled before dropping the suitcase filled with blood and ice and ran full speed into the building.

When she got there she spotted Norman clawing through rubble frantically looking for something, "Who else was here?" She asked before lifting a blood bag and drinking it all feeling strength course through her body, after this she grabbed a large price of rubble and lifting it up to lean it against a wall already looking.

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Adalaide glanced at Norman and Anya before she put her drink down.
"We need to leave, right now." She said, but she heard the beep and she knew it was too late. She threw herself at Anya and over the counter, sliding underneath. She tucked herself into a ball as it started raining down concreet. A large block fell on her, cracking as she was more durable than it. After the debris stopped falling and it sounded like there were others getting up, Adalaide braced her back and pushed up out of the concrete.
"God damnit." Adalaide muttered as she stood up, brushing off dust from her person.
"This is never going to wash." Adalaide sighed as she saw Norman feeding from the sanguinist. She made her way over there, albeit a little awkwardly as she was pretty banged up.

"I apologize for this love." She said to him first before she grabbed his wrist and bit. As the blood hit her tongue she could already feel herself starting to heal. Bones fusing together, tendons going back into place. Once she had her fill she released the Sanguinist.
"Thank you for that, it was well needed." She then followed in Norman's lead, looking for others who were trapped by the wreckage. She also took out her phone and dialed Bastian's number. She needed to know if this was their work or not.

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Anya looked nervously between the two. Yea...they think I'm dumb now...She thought to herself. "I..uh..sorry?" She said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "I..really don't remembe-" And then everything went to hell at once. She heard a faint *beep* and in an instant everything started exploding and she was grabbed by Adalaide and summarily hauled over the counter and shielded from the rubble.

Anya was mildly injured by the blast, nothing major, just a few burns and scrapes thanks to Adalaide shielding her from the blast and rubble. Anya was about to ask if she was okay, but considering she stood and shrugged the rubble off she was going to assume the answer was yes, at-least for now.

Still a bit shaky from the frightening experience of almost getting blown up, Anya stood. "I-is everyone alright?" She called out to Norman and Adalaide. It would seem most of the bars patrons had gotten out in time, which was good. The bouncer however, was not so lucky. Anya sighed, Robert was a good friend, she called him Bob.

Anya clambered over the rubble and what remained of the bar and walked over to the four, her very minor wounds already healed. "Thank you, Adalaide" Anya told her, hugging her. It was quite possible if Adalaide hadn't helped Anya she would've been easily crushed and killed by the large chunk of cement that was laying over where she was sitting.

"Is everyone alright?" She asked, gesturing between Aleksandri, Sindle, Norman, and Adalaide.
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Meanwhile, Ronin was watching the heart-warming scene un-fold below him. It was obvious that Anya was a bit shaken up from the whole ordeal, and she and Norman happened to be Ronin's main targets, everyone else that had shown up was just an added bonus. And as luck would have it, Norman seemed injured. At-least for now. Damned Sanguinist, I should've gotten rid of the last of you. Yet, here you are, still alive. No matter, you won't be for long. Ronin thought to himself, a grimace on his face.

Ronin leapt from his perch, landing on a car to break his fall. "Hope they had insurance..." he muttered under his breath before walking over to his little playfield. Take care of the injured and the little girl first, then the Sanguinist. The rest are optional. he thought to himself. Clearing his throat loudly he spoke, "Why, what do we have here? Feeding time at the local zoo, is it?" Ronin spoke, a psychotic grin on his face, chuckling lowly.

Anya instinctively backed away from Ronin, drawing her blades. She'd heard of him, myths and stories really, she didn't think he actually exsisted. Her eyes widened in fear, "So..you were the one that blew up the bar." She spoke, nervously. "And? What if I am, hm?" Ronin asked, grinning before the little group of bloodsuckers that lie before him.

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Ol' Smithy sighed as he kept walking through the alley. He mentally checked his daily task list before continuing. He had done the requests on his workshop, bought some grub for the halfbreed kids, and some blood for himself which he promptly drank. He had done his daily meditation and training, as well as fixing some radio that had been giving trouble on a strip club. The old vampire was still bored, as the hours crawled slowly through his mind. He had briefly considered pulling a prank on Bastian, like slipping a whoopee cushion on the proud werewolf's chair. Or on one of the vampire elders. Although a better idea formed in his mind. He hated a lot of the guts of his kin, but he could still appreciate the flavour of a good blood-laced drink.

He looked his reflection in a puddle. He was a bloody hobo. It could get tricky to get in The Zone to pick up some drinks and conversation... It looked like the night was going to be boring.

And then he wished he hadn't thought that, as a loud explosion brought him to his senses. "Er, i didn't mean this kind of fun tonight. Damnit." He cursed under his breath, watching the events unfold. The Zone was part of the Blackbloods turf, so whomever did this was aiming big or was just an idiot. Several of the survivors crawled out, and then some ninja-slash-car busting-slash-vigilante knockoff guy arrived at the scene, taunting the vampires. He normally didn't deal in Blackblood turf nor he took sides, but hey, those three girls looked like they needed some more help. The guy was packing quite some worrisome bladed weapon.

He decided to step out of the alley. "Good evening." He said to everyone involved. "I heard you've got a bad case of a dancefloor exploding and killing people, followed by raining mysterious people who like to taunt ladies while they're down. Do you need my assistance, Blackbloods? I recycle trash."

[Assistant]
Norman saw Aleksandri join him, her mouth was moving. Norman couldn't exactly make out what she was saying, his ears still ringing, but he assumed it was about the others inside. "Maybe one or two more vampires," he answered, the young vampire was completely oblivious to half of his own family and didn't know any names. Nothing was moving in the rubble. He stopped digging for a bit and took a look at the rubble. "Nevermind this, they're goners..." Norman spoke, "We're fine, Anya." He told the little girl, Norman wasn't sure if she needed to be comforted more. Before he could give this more thought a loud crash drew his attention. Some guy had jumped down from a building and landed on a car. Norman's face got the puzzled look again and his mouth fell half open. 'Feeding time at the local zoo', Norman thought and tilted his head a tad to the side. Norman quickly put two and two together and Anya wanted to know the same thing. The man apperently blew up the bar and by his stupid grin Norman could tell it wasn't the first time. There he was, taunting and baited, on a silver platter, ripe for the slaughter.

"My friend..." Norman told the guy and pointing at the bar, "You've got is-sues!" But good thing he was finally here. Norman was still pissed for not being involved in this whole scheme. It was always the same thing with that kind of type, everything went well until it went wrong. And Norman knew that carjumper bit off a bit more than he could chew. Another voice arose from out of an alley, Norman once again: puzzled look and mouth half open. Norman chuckled when the guy spoke about dancefloors exploding, if only he knew. This guy wanted to recycle thrash, he looked confident enough. From his get-up Norman gathered that the man spend a lot of time around thrash. "Yeah, hold him down, then I'll suck him dry and cut off his head." Norman told the newcommer as he took a couple of steps forward. Let's see what carjumper is made off. Norman was going to enjoy this.


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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:
Full character artwork is pretty huge, so it just gets a link.
Homura is, at least appearance-wise, a fairly unassuming young lady high school student. She doesn't dress to stand out, most of the time, wears glasses, and has long black hair with very visible white streaks in it. Take your best shot, she's heard and deflected them all, by now. Homura is usually seen carrying a shinai bag. Its contents vary between practice weapons and her actual one, depending on the circumstances.

Possession mode appearance
When possessed by her sword, Most of Homura's hair turns white, and the streaks that were already white instead take on a luminous red hue.

Personality:
Homura, despite her name, is a cool and collected individual. She tends to remain calm in most situations and isn't the sort to back down from a threatening opponent. She is polite, kind, and dutiful, and takes her training seriously. Her somewhat detached approach to life can easily lead to her being "spacey", and it's not altogether inaccurate. She'd miss quite a lot if she didn't have a second set of eyes watching out for her.

Homura's life isn't all training in kendo to inherit the family's style and continue the family business as a youkai hunter. She enjoys anime and video games in her spare time, and plays some sort of otome game on her smartphone almost religiously. When particularly nervous or flustered, she has a habit of messing with her glasses, usually cleaning them.

Vermillion Harvest Moon (Mizuki)
Although "only" a sword, Mizuki deserves her own entry as well. She tends to view Homura with parental concern, and is often the one who has to warn her wielder of impending danger, especially of the supernatural sort. She's not above a considerable amount of sass when she does, either. She seeks to understand humans through combat, or so she claims. Of the two, she's often the more aggressive one, though beyond rattling in her sheath of her own accord, these aspects tend to only manifest when possessing Homura.

Abilities:
Homura herself is a more or less ordinary human, with the physical abilities one would expect. Also she has myopia, not that it's a useful ability.

Her family has been youkai hunters for generations, and she trains in the family martial and exorcism arts. She can write talismans, but she has little to no talent for imbuing them with actual power. She does have a knack for things relating to her own body. She can enhance her own balance and lighten her body, to remain sure-footed in any situation, and stand on surfaces that otherwise would not support her. She can also leap exceptionally long distances horizontally or vertically.

Homura's sword, Vermillion Harvest Moon is a tsukumogami. It has lived, and fought, for generations, and carries volumes of experience in combat. As a youkai weapon, it's also quite dangerous to youkai and spirits of various sorts. It is also perfectly capable of speech, even when not possessing someone.

Through contact, the sword can possess someone to act as its wielder (or, perhaps,to wield their body as an extension of the weapon). In the case of the youkai hunters of the Kiyohara family, ancient blood contracts render this possession into more of a collaboration, where the youkai hunter is usually still in control of their actions, and merely benefits from essentially becoming a half-youkai while under its effects, gaining increased physical capabilities.

Skills:
Homura is training in her family's form of exorcism arts, primarily using swords or unarmed strikes. She's as good as one would expect for someone raised in a dojo.

She can follow a recipe and cook well enough, and is also quite good at making tea. Decent calligraphy skills, from making talismans and charms. Reasonably adept gamer.
Equipment:
Vermillion Harvest Moon - The Kiyohara family's heirloom katana, and a tsukumogami in its own right. The spirit of the sword tends to go by the name "Mizuki."

Smartphone, glasses, stockings, etc. If it's the sort of mundane thing a teenage girl would have, she probably has it.

Brief Backstory:
Homura is an ordinary girl, her family just has an unusual job. They're youkai hunters, and have been for generations. In the modern day, the true calling is hardly as important as it used to be, but that certainly doesn't stop the passing down of the old traditions.

Homura began training from a young age at the family dojo, learning the ways of a youkai hunter. She didn't necessarily understand why she had to go through such harsh training, but she was in no position to question it, either. She'd never even heard of a youkai terrorizing anyone outside of fairy tales. Or maybe some of those bedtime stories were family history? Regardless, while there might still be a need for youkai hunters, both the hunter and the prey have gotten subtler and adopted modern methods of living. Her family runs a cafe.

As the current heir to her family's style, Homura wields the family sword, a tsukumogami blade. Given the state of her hair, she's definitely had occasion to do so in the past, as the longer one remains possessed by the sword, the more of the victim's hair turns permanently white.

While she avoided the repeated attempts of her high school's kendo club to recruit her, she was given an offer she couldn't refuse, when it came to the occult club.

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Shimizu Kaori
Playground

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"Aha!" Upon hearing from Tomoko-chan that she could indeed, carry off the Zasshiki-Warashi and keep-ahem-dress her up, the spiders mouth turned into a wide, excitable grin. She'd reward Tomoko by giving her a brief, if extremely tight and cuddly hug before pouncing right on the ghost in question, grabbing Hina by the waist and pulling her off the ground. "Ehehe, don't you worry little Hina-chan, I'll take veeeeerry good care of you~!" The spider giggled, holding the ghost tight against her body. In order to make sure she could not escape, the ghost would have the misfortune to find the spider had tied a thread of silk around her arms as she was lifted into a princess carry.

"Byyye tomo-chaaan~!" She'd shout, waving bye to the group as she'd proceed to run away at high speed. "Stop by my place later and I'll show you all how cute Hina iiiiis~!"

[Assistant]
Hina was unconcerned with Shina's teasing and Kaori's request. Of course Tomoko wouldn't allow that pervy spider to take her home and dress her up and let her serve as bait. As a detective, Tomoko would be willing to dress up herself. What self-respecting investigator would expect a Watson to do what they wouldn't? It was a sort of code of honor among detectives, Hina understood from stories. Knowing this to be true in the depths of her soul, Hina smugly listened as Tomoko explained the situation. The girl never could resist a good monologue, but this was something Hina respected as an artist herself.

"...Wait, what?"

Surely Tomoko misspoke. Hina had never volunteered to be bait. She volunteered Tomoko to be bait.

"T-tomocchi," Hina called the girl by a cutesy over-familiar nickname to re-establish their close friendship, "Tomo-tan... Tomo-tama...!"

Kaori gave Tomoko a tight hug before rounding on Hina.

"T-TOMO-DACHI," Hina whined as Kaori scooped her up and bound her with webbing, "TOMO-TOMO, PLEASE."

Hina squirmed and whined, flailing around like an unmanned fire hose but with the strength of a particularly agitated shrimp cracker. Her blubbering and squealing only proved how effective she would be at roleplaying a literal child.

"NOOO DON'T TAKE 'GOOD CARE' OF ME," Hina babbled, "OR 'BAD CARE' OF ME EITHER FOR THAT MATTEEER~"

And like that, Hina was easily carried off like a princess. Only whinier.

[User]
As Hina was carried away by a certain spider, Shina just sort of watched. Well, there was nothing to stop that perverse spider. Well, they probably had a bit of time before they really could go pick up their Zashiki-Warashi from the spider. "Hmm, well, while we wait, there's a cute little cafe I run nearby. We can pick up a little drink. Tea or Coffee. There are even cute little desserts if you want one." Shina was obviously trying to promote it. "It's called 'Tanuki Cafe'. Yes, yes. I know, original. It'll be my treat even." Really, it was about as likely a real offer as it were a trick... But it was a free tea or coffee. "I don't think we should get anything for the spider... Or should we get her a nice strong coffee..." A sly little smile covered the Tanuki's face as she wondered how a youkai spider would react to caffeine.

"'Course, we could also head over and make sure our spider comrade isn't doing anything horrid to the cute Zashiki-Warashi." She also offered, though despite her suggesting it, she didn't seem all too interested in it. "I really could go for a nice tea right now though."

[Assistant]
Akari watched the proceedings with a sense of relief. Having an actual child around made her position much more secure... otherwise she was sure that their club leader would have taken some far more drastic measure to force her to act much younger than she actually was. And that would be a disaster! Aside from not wanting to be bait, or put on the spot like that, there was no way anyone, even a youkai, would have bought that. Right?

"Handy? Um... okay..." she nodded, polishing off the bottle. Right, ghost hand. She could do that.


[System]
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.

Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti.

[User]
"I am truly amazed that the two of you survived that confrontation. The amount of team work and coordination you displayed was simply appalling." Lazarus finally spoke up as he pulled out of his idle posture against the wall, distinctly unhappy.

 "Oh, don't be so hard on them. I'm sure they fought fiercely." Joshua interjected.

It no doubt caught Willo's attention too as Lazarus seemed to be warming up to her a while back. It seemed it was back to old Lazarus again.

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Before Imgor and Alex began up the stairs they couldn't help but notice the charred corpse at the bottom of the stairs. They both assumed it was likely Joshua's work since they weren't really aware of anyone else being in the castle at the moment . . . other than that Lazarus Joshua had them running around to find him when went off chasing after Sapphire's abductor.

Regardless, the two continued up the stairs until they reached a giant gate, oddly wide open. Some had been here before, there was no doubt and moreover obvious once they were inside. A faint trail of blood that led all the way to one of the doors at the end of the hallway. The trail was barely visible as it was masked by the evident signs of battle. Not a small scuffle either. The floor was shattered at countless points and Imgor also easily spotted the three busted runes on both sides of the hallway and the one on the sealing.

Alexander on the other hand, didn't pay much attention. He was still entrenched in his battle of wits, trying to hold on to Larions consciousness while also trying to repel that third presence.

At Imgor's suggestion the two cautiously continued down the hallway and down the stairs that went on where the blood trail ended. After an eerie descent the two found themselves in another gigantic hallway, thankfully surrounded by friends, if Joshuas leisurely attitude was any indication of that.

Willo and Jonathan had a small amount of time to rest while Joshua and Lazarus caught up on recent events. The two trainees did overhear part of their discussion, mainly what sounded like one of Joshua's other students, and him not being well.

Lazarus turned to face the new arrivals and widened his eyes. His expression rarely gave his emotions away, if he even had any, but this time it was clear he was disconcerted with . . . something, about the two who had just arrived. And once Larion barely managed his last few steps down the stairs he narrowed his eyes in realization.

Lazarus and Joshua looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"We need to keep moving and find an area where we can establish an encampment. We are once more pressed on time." Lazarus explained.

 "Imgor, Jonathan, would you mind giving Alexander a hand? I don't think he should be up an about at this point." Joshua quickly followed after Lazarus and then went further down the hallway to possibly investigate it further.

[Assistant]
In the light of the hallway, Imgor could finally see how bad of a state Alexander and more so Larion were in, and since he was more or less next to Alex, he quickly supported his comrade's weight.
After looking at the two defeated beasts, he suggested: "Can't we use this very hallway for now, it seems you have already cleared it. Or are you looking for a specific campsite?"

"The hallway is first of all too exposed and secondly too big. We will be using a concealment rune, but for that we require a smaller room." Lazarus explained.

"I see. Lead the way."

[User] Alexander gave a slight sigh of relief as he was able to focus more on his mental anguish than his physical. He managed to peel his eyes open and pay attention long enough to see where they were but little more before he rested again, leaning heavily against Imgor, relying on other boy to keep his plodding feet in the right direction. Did the castle have to be so big? It seemed really big. "Les get going then." Alexander managed to droll out and the two began shuffling forward with Larion somehow managing to keep with them. It was going to be a long way, wherever they were going.

[Assistant]
Jonathan was taking the brief moment of respite to catch his breath and feel around on his body to see if anything was seriously injured in the fight. His ribcage felt a bit sore and he had bruises here and there, but it appeared his armor had done its job for the most part. He looked up to see two newcomers coming down from upstairs. One of them looked more dead than alive, so it didn't surprise Jonathan when lazarus directed him to support the newcomer.

"What happened to him?" He inquired as he stood himself under alexander's other shoulder. The man was heavy and seemed to be quite bothered by... something. "He looks like someone's drilling through his skull"

[User]
Willo was less than pleased with the results she got from Lazarus, but then again, it'd be a bold lie for her to say that she'd felt confident during the fight. Exhausted, without the energy to Flitter and her brittle bones sore, really she was just thankful to be alive, which she supposed she owed largely to Shiny--er...Jonathan. Still, sucked in the major that she was back under Laz's ire, and she was just getting used to being liked. Oh well, easy come easy go.

Besides, there were more people now, people that she assumed were with Laz's...acquaintance? And collectively they didn't look much better for wear. One didn't even seem to be able to walk on his own.

Willo swooped after them, collapsing Cinderwill back into its sheathe. "Yeah, looks like shit," she said, craning her head around to Lazarus, since surely he'd have the answers. "He gonna kick the bucket on us?"

[Assistant]
After Alexander's cue they started off towards the end of the hallway where it split to the left and right. Lazarus glanced at Alexander and began explaining in response to Jonathan and Willo's injury.

"It would appear that his familiar had been injured by a sickened creature and has subsequently been infected with the plague. It is not uncommon for familiars to become blighted as a result of combat and in normal circumstances the link between master and familiar is severed soon after. The former familiar is then consumed by the plague and reverts to the mindless brute that we typically encounter in the wild. If the time of infection is as Joshua reported. . ." Lazarus glanced behind at Alexander's familiar following the group. " . . . this should have happened long ago."

By now they were nearly at the point where the hallway bifurcated when Joshua, who had gone ahead to investigate, came back.

"There's a cell that was occupied by one of those plagued beasts. I think it'll do just fine for now. It might get a bit cramped but it's small enough for Drake's disguise runes." He told them.

They all followed Joshua taking a left at the fork. While on their way Lazarus added one finishing note to his explanation from before. "Even I cannot explain why the familiar is still under control of Alexander, however it is clearly putting considerable strain on him."

Lazarus was the first to enter the cell once they reached it. After a quick inspection of the room he went to the center of it, crouched on one knee and placed his hand on the floor. Cracks spread from his palm into the distinct shape of a rune.

"Place him in the center." He told Imgor and Jonathan.

[User]
As instructed by Lazarus Imgor put Alexander down into the center of the rune. While he didn't really trust Lazarus, Willo and Jonathan yet—he had just met them—up until now the situation didn't allow reluctancy. The fact that Joshua seemed to trust them didn't matter much to Imgor.
However, as he couldn't really do much now, he decided it wouldn't be a bad opportunity to get to know them a bit.
"So—what have you been doing here, if I may ask? You look as if you had been fighting."

[Assistant]
Jonathan assisted in moving the tormented man. Listening to Lazarus's explenation with growing intrigue. "The thought of being able to feel your familiar being overtaken by the plague... I shudder to even consider it." He replied. His mind wandered to linda, whom he had left to graze outside. How was she doing right now? No... He needed not worry, he could still feel her presence in his mind. As for right now, that presence was peaceful and unconcerned. The young noble could practically see his beloved horse peacefully trotting around the castle's outer walls, nibbling at vegetation and patiently waiting for her master's return.

Jonathan was stirred from his considerations by one of the newcomers. The one with a seemingly clearer mind. "Yes, We've been fighting... It was quite a skirmish, but we eventually won against the forces that haunt this castle... Today at least. Let's not get cocky, for pride breeds complacancy... And complacancy makes great men fall". Jonathan was simply qouting the books of renowned military strategists, he silently hoped the more educated of his companions wouldn't call him out on this.


[System]
이곳에 이런 방식으로 작성해주시면 됩니다.
작성 중 질문이 있다면 OOC에 올려주세요.

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에르 하나

정체성:
(에르 하나)는 (우아한) (글레이브)이며 (기적을 일으킨다)

성별:
여

나이:
21세

특성치 역량:
1. 힘 역량 (14/14) 힘 재능 (1)
2. 속력 역량 (13/13) 속력 재능 (1)
3. 지성 역량 (8/8) 지성 재능 (0)

분발:
한 행동당 1번

사이퍼 휴대제한:
2개

기능:
1. 균형잡기와 조심스러운 움직임이 필요한 일들 (익숙)
2. 몸을 사용하는 공연예술관련 (익숙)
3. 모든 종류의 속력 방어 (익숙)

특수능력:
1. 갑옷숙련- 힘, 속력 저하 패널티 2완화
2. 무기숙련- 어떤 무기도 사용
3. 후려치기(힘1)- 피해 -1, 상대는 1라운드 동안 불리한 쪽으로 난이도 1단계.
4. 찌르기(힘1)- 근거리 공격. 날이 있는 무기라면 피해 +1
5. 치유의 손(지성1)- 난이도2. 지성판정. 대상의 특성치 역량 하나를 1d6점 회복. 같은 대상을 연속으로 치료할 때마다 난이도는 한 단계씩 높아짐. 대상이 10시간 휴식하고 나면 난이도는 다시 2로 떨어짐. 행동.

장비 및 소지품:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)
2. 대검(중형무기)
3. 브리건딘(보통갑옷)
4. 탐험가의 배낭

돈(쉰)
5쉰

장갑:
2

공격:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)-공격 난이도 1단계 하락. 피해:2
2. 대검(중형무기)- 피해:4

사이퍼:
1. 주사기형태의 분노가스통(Lv6)- 단거리투척. 호흡하고 사고가능한 생명체는 가장 가까운 생물을 공격 (6라운드 지속)
2. 손에 드는 장치 형태의 운동은폐장- 28시간 동안, 움직임을 감지하거나 추적하는 장치에 탐지 안 됨. 소나같은 감각을 사용하는 생물은 이쪽을 보지 못함.

아티팩트와 신기품:
1. 신기품-발동시키면 1분간 없어졌다가 같은 자리에 다시 나타나는 입방체

출신배경:
에르 하나의 스승은 매우 존경받는 사람이었다. 스승은 에르 하나를 좋은 제자로 여기지만 적도 많았다.
에르 하나가 맡을 일에는 보상이 걸려 있다. 에르 하나는 돈이 필요하다. 적에게 습격당해 큰 부상을 입은 스승을 위해 수술비를 마련하기 위해서다.
에르 하나와 함께 다니는 이들 중 하나는 그녀를 구세주라고 의심한다. 에르 하나는 그들의 의심을 눈치 챘지만 모르는 체 한다. 사실은 몹시 부담스럽다.

등급:
1등급 글레이브

경험치:
0

부상트랙:
건강(ㅇ) / 중상(x) / 치명상(x)

회복판정:
1d6+1

현재 회복 필요 시간:
행동 하나(ㅇ) / 10분(x) / 1시간(x) / 10시간(x)

[User]
"아, 감사합니다. 마침 점심때라 출출했어요. 역시 아주머니 빵은 맛있네요.

아, 아베케 아주머니께 배달할 물건이 있어서요. 언제나처럼 제가 직접 왔죠."

[Assistant]
"후후, 먹성도 좋지." 테일이 먹는 모습을 보며 세르와가 미소지었다.
그녀가 말을 이었다. "그러고 보니 달링이 플레처 씨한테 주문한 게 있다고 했었지..."

세르와는 '달콤한 고기'의 안쪽을 가리켰다. "네가 직접 가져다 주렴. 돈은 아마 미리 치렀을 거야.
내가 전해주고 싶어도 아직 빵 진열이 안 끝났거든. 그럼 부탁해." 라면서 세르와는 눈웃음을 보냈다.

[User]
"예. 수고하세요~"

"아베케 아주머니! 배달 왔어요!"

[Assistant]
세르와에게 인사하고 판매대를 떠난 테일은 가게 안으로 들어가며 아베케를 불렀다.

세르와의 반려자인 아베케는 가게 안쪽에서 정육용 식칼로 고기를 썰고 있었다.
떡 벌어진 몸집과 구릿빛 피부를 가진 중년 여인이었다.

테일이 배달왔다며 이름을 불렀는데도 아베케는 그것을 알아듣지 못했다.
아베케의 표정은 어두웠다. 고기를 썰면서도 제대로 집중하지 못하는 인상이었다.

(여기서 마스터 개입하겠습니다.
테일은 경험치가 없으므로 마스터 개입을 막을 수 없겠네요.)

그때 테일은, 특유의 기민함으로 위험을 눈치 챘다.
아베케가 손질하던 고기를 향해 내리치던 정육용 식칼의 궤도가 엇나가, 자칫 아베케의 손가락을 자르기 직전이었던 것이다.

테일은 즉시 반응했다.
번개를 부를 수 있는 테일이었다. 그가 재빨리 벼락 형태의 충격파를 쏘았다.
그 충격파는 아베케가 쥐고 있던 정육용 식칼에 맞았고, 아베케의 손에서 식칼을 날려버렸다.

(마스터 개입을 하면 본래는 캐릭터에게 경험치를 2점 주고 나중에 다른 캐릭터에게 주게 합니다만, 이 시나리오는 플레이어 캐릭터가 1명이므로 경험치는 1점만 드립니다.
테일의 시트에 경험치를 1점 기록해주세요.)

테일의 번개에 맞아 날아간 식칼이 나무 벽에 꽂혔다.
멍했던 아베케는 그제야 퍼뜩 정신을 차렸다.

에베케는 벽에 꽂힌 식칼과 자신의 빈손을 번갈아 봤다.
만약 테일이 손을 쓰지 않았다면 큰 화를 당했을 거란 사실을 깨닫고 그녀가 말했다. "고, 고맙구나...테일!
내가 넋을 놓고 있었지 뭐냐... 요즘 신경 쓸 일이 있어서...
그런데 테일. 혹시 방금의 그 벼락, 정말 네가 일으킨 거니? 너한테 그런 힘이 있었어?"