[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Power: "Flux Coat" or Solid Viscosity Manipulation is the ability to manipulate the viscosity of a solid. This includes: All types of stone, asphalt, brick and concrete. The ability allows one to alter an objects flow by altering the bonds that hold the atoms in place. One can also then move that altered piece of ground at will, but only pieces that have been altered. The liquid rock can then be forced from solid to liquid at will.
 The ability is utterly useless in areas without such solids, and he has to carry around a piece of stone with him to use his ability in those areas. As well as that, the ground can only be controlled if it is touched by his naked skin. Any other contact is ineffective, but already liquidised solid can be controlled without touch.

Nationality: English

Bio: Jackson was a failure, in school and socially. He has friends, of course, but he would always get into fights and failed his tests. Despite getting into these fights, he would always win, since the challenger would always be inexplicably knocked out after a single blow. He earned respect and eventually started competing in underground fights for money. After this he began learning to fight better and better, and eventually became a well renowned fighter in both the underground and under 13's fighting competitions. One day though a fighter came around that was unlike the others. He had a strange get up and what looked like a deck of playing cards. The battle commenced, and the single punch (which was a fist coated is concrete) didn't work, and his other hand was cut open by one of the playing cards. Jackson just about won, by sealing the guy in a prison of stone. At that point, the authorities were called and both Jackson and the challenger were arrested.

For 4 years Jackson spent being transferred from facility to facility and owner to owner; life was almost not worth living... Almost. He kept his upbeat attitude and that helped him keep going through the hardships. On multiple occasions, he was almost killed by the organisation for his constant resentment and trouble making tendencies. He was transferred into the Center after the 4 years and spent another 3 months there. He grew a reputation and became a notorious leader of a prison faction named "SOUL". After the explosion, he escaped with his friends in hope to create a new life without worry - but also to create an underground fighting faction so they could live well and not on the streets (If you want our characters to be friends, let me know. Just a thought).

Personality: Jackson is almost always upbeat and positive, but if a situation becomes too negative he tends to become sad and secluded and sometimes suicidal. This can mostly be seen due to his depression when things get rough, but this is when his power comes into its greatest.

Appearance:

Other: Nope!

[User]
Gloria Lieth - Solitary Confinement
Gloria lay on the floor staring up at the ceiling. She rather hated this room. It was padded on every surface and everything was white. There were no windows. The color was kind of mind numbing. Though in all fairness the padded walls made really steady punching bags when she was angry. As much as Gloria might have hated the solitary confinement cells they were also the only place that she actually felt safe. She was completely cut off front the rest of the prison, she wasn't expected to do anything and while the food dropped in quality from what they got everywhere else Gloria made do.

As she thought the girl with the golden hair subconsciously ran her fingers over small white scars that decorated her knuckles. It was the reason she was in solitary in the first place. Every once in awhile when she was really angry Gloria would punch a wall... or a person but usually it was a wall. She did it because she was fed up with being trapped. Her ability gave her almost absolute freedom. Freedom to go where she wanted, to take what she wanted and to not have to listen to anyone. Being in this prison it was the ultimate hell for someone who was used to being able to walk through walls. Sometimes she'd wind up and hit the concrete in the vain hope that her fist might just go through it. It never happened and while her hand hurt and often enough bled she usually felt just a little bit better.

After the first couple of incidents she'd been taken to the infirmary, patched up and sent back into the yard. After the fifth or sixth they'd started cutting her food rations and lately the punishment had been solitary. They couldn't sell damaged merchandise so they couldn't have someone injuring themselves. They had some kind of healing meta in the infirmary but he always left the scars on her hands intact, a kind of reminder Gloria guessed.

After what could have been eternity or a few seconds or was likely about two days the door to the cell was opened. "Up and at 'em ghost girl. You're going back to the population. Lunch is just about ready." The guard escorted her to the lunch room where various lower members of SOUL were serving. It wasn't exactly appetizing but after several days in eating solitary food it might as well have been a turkey dinner. There was a table in the back that was more or less designated to the factionless. At any one time there were usually about ten of them but Edmund, Gloria herself and the one they called The Messenger were the only ones that lasted. The others usually died off in a weak or two. But there were always new ones to take there place. Screw ups of the various factions that got turned out, or idealists new to the prison that didn't understand that being factionless was a serious struggle. Gloria had only survived because she'd had the mentorship of another factionless girl that had gone through the same trials, Hippolyta. But she'd sold out. Now she was the leader of the Faction the Amazons and while Gloria could say they weren't as bad as factions like SOUL or STEM or the MIR they still weren't good.

Gloria noticed that Edmund wasn't at the table today. He was much older than her, likely one of the oldest people in the prison and she knew he suffered from migraines. He was most likely in the infirmary right now. The healing meta could help but apparently the brain was trickier to heal than other parts of the body. Gloria sighed and dipped a spoon into her gruel. It didn't taste half bad this morning.

[Assistant]
Nariv Arya - Cafeteria

Squelch went sound of his food when it hit his plate. Nariv grimaced at the mush, he remembered when he got normal food from school, it was pretty bad compared to the food that he ate at home, but it was better than this crap! The Messenger removed himself from the line, walking into the bustling cafeteria of scary people. Nariv swallowed his spit, he remembered when life wasn't this scary. He remembered when life was friends, family, and school! However, this life was trying to stay alive and keep people from killing you just for the heck of it! How did his life turn up this way? He was a decent person, didn't do anything too bad, but now he is going to be sold into slavery... Slavery! Like, what the heck!? What did he do in his past life to deserve this type of treatment!? Nariv let out an exasperated sigh, staring at his plate as he moved deeper into the lunch room.

He looked around, tables were designated for several different factions. At the top of his head, Nariv could only remember the top tiers which were the MIR, SOUL, STEM, and the Amazons. Everyone seemed to belong to a faction, even the tiny ones, but Nariv didn't belong to any type of faction. He was faced with the challenge of being Factionless, and it was normal that anybody that didn't have a faction would die within the first week or so, but it didn't work for only a handful of people. The Messenger was one of them, he was one of the only people that could use his power outside of the Arena, and he found himself using this power to relay messages to people to keep himself from being murdered! It was kind of weird to be doing this type of job inside of prison, but it kept him from being hurt, so that was something good that come out of it! So, Nariv continued to go further into the cafeteria, reaching the tables in the back since he still was factionless even though he interacted with them quite often. Though, he liked sitting away from all the scary people, especially the MIR, they spooked him the most.

So, as he made his way over to the factionless tables, he spotted someone rather interesting. Nariv didn't really know much about Gloria, but he knew that she was one of the only people that also managed to survive without a faction, however, she had to deal with the main problems of being factionless that the Messenger didn't have to face at all, and that would be random violent attacks. Nariv looked at the filled tables around the lunch room, there weren't too many tables around for the factionless to really sit without being attacked or heckled by the others. So, Nariv plopped himself down near Gloria.

For a few moments, he prodded at his food for just a bit, glancing towards the strange girl before trying to break the ice with a joke that he had seen on TV. "So what's the deal with airline food?"

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John White - Cafeteria

Having arrived early for lunch as he had done since he got chucked in here, John was tucking in to lunch, which thankfully was better then what the others seemed to be getting due to him being a member of SOUL, at one of the tables that had unofficially been allocated to the said faction. Thoughts soon drifted away from lunch, and the Cafeteria.

John had at first been one of those who had wanted to do the whole 'lone ranger' thing. Luckily that had been smacked out of him fairly quickly after being regularly coerced into the arena. This in turn lead John's thoughts to his initiation into SOUL but he soon shook his head trying to dislodge the thoughts from his head like an animal shacking water out of its fur - not the worst analogy when it came to John by any means.

As John made his way through his food, his mind raced around trying to come up with plan after plan on how to escape, something he didn't doubt much, was something that was on everyone's mind at least once or twice a day - but like most of the time his plans based around him and the other metas being able to use their powers, but with the current set up of the prison, that was not going to happen, unless....no - that was not something John thought would be plausible - but the worst that could come of his idea would be another Arena session to teach him a lesson with suggesting stupid plans - it would be something for John to think over for a while at least until the other SOUL members arrived for their lunch.

[Assistant]
Sam King - Cafeteria

Sam waited in line with the other prisoners for his food, he was in a bit of a bad mood this day thanks to some issues that the other factions had given his. Such godless fools, they had no moral integrity or noble causes like The Cross did. Behind him were a couple of crusader's and priests, ready to give him backup in case a fight ever broke out. He was more than capable of handling a fight himself, but it was always to good to show the fearlessness and power of your faction to detract rivals from starting messes.

"Just look at those sinful harpies" the crusader behind him who was named Albert, growled and Sam turned around to look him as food was served to him. The tall muscular man motioned with his head to the faction table for the Amazons.

"What about them?" he asked as he moved along the lunch line to finish getting his food.

"They rub me the wrong way, if they try to cross us then I'll have their sinful heads" he continued to growl.

"Remember what the punishment is for starting fights and killing other prisoners, solitary confinement. Are main goal is to try and get out of this hellhole someday. We need to stay focused and not allow these sinners to distract us, is that clear?" Sam replied to Albert.

"Yes leader" Albert said and gave respectful bow as they walked over to sit at their faction's table. After the priests said a prayer, they all began to dig in and his mind raced with possible ideas to get out of the center.


[System]
"Dia duit núíosach!"
Age: 18
Race: Dathia ("Colors")

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Appearance
Standing at just beneath 5 feet, Caitriona has several common features for her people - her hair has multiple colors, the deep red of the roots moving into a transitory orange and then a yellow as if her hair was like fire itself. Depending on when you meet her, it may range between extremely well kept or completely ragged as if she had been running through a forest. Her body is lean and thin, and she tends to wear short dresses of a simple cloth comparable to linen or of various gathered plants woven into each other. Her face is fair, and sometimes she will apply various bits of paint to it as some sort of makeup.

On her back usually is a sack of linen, with strings wrapping it around her shoulders so it doesn't have to be carried. Attached to it is a wooden flute that has various engravings running up and down it's length, as well as a small porcelain flask for water and a finely crafted knife of some sort of white stone.

Her shoes are dissimilar to the rest of her selection, looking like something charlotte may be more familiar with in style. Additionally, one of her bags has the slight raddle of some sort of coin.

Abilities
It will only take a few minutes of meeting the girl to figure out a few things about her: she can find anything within a forest, she can music that can enchant the hearts of the hardest to break. This is not to say there is some sort of magic about it, but rather that it is simply really good. Her appearance lends to some sort of tribal lifestyle, so it isn't surprising that the girl knows her ways around nature - she can read the stars, she can find water, and she can find food and even unique plants used in medicine or for other various purposes.

Additionally, her hair glows at night like a fire, and will change color to blue when a powerful magical presence is around, such as a VERY large predator.

The hair has magical properties as well. Caitriona is able to burn it in a flute and allow anyone nearby to speak to animals in a literal sense.

Personality
Fickle, fun, and pun, this bard knows how to enjoy herself with others, often playing minor pranks or teasing them for the fun of it. She is kind, but not ridiculously self sacrificing: she has herself, and the people that raised her. While she believes that teaching others is important, she eventually expects her students to have learned for themselves.

However, she has always been very curious even among her people, which has led to her interacting with other cultures more than what her people would consider normal, and sometimes they even consider it too much.

History
Will Fill in as we go along.

The Uaimh
You don't know shit.
Other
Will fill in as we go along.

[User]
About quater mile from the seashore, a five foot tall girl with a white dress of simple linen wondered the area, looking around at the various trees that found themselves in the beach area. A few notes played through her flute as she wondered around, trying to keep her fingers busy as her mind wondered which one would bear the most fruit that day. Eventually she picked one, taking out a round strip of thick cloth and after making it into a figure 8 putting her feet into it. A second later, she jumped onto the tree, climbing shimmying up it as she had done many times in the past.

Of course, the tree was tall. But then again, she had done this hundreds of times. Soon she found herself at the top, giving the coconuts a few twists each as she watched them plummet towards the soft ground. Before heading down, she gave the land a quick look around for several reasons. She wanted to make sure she hadn't been followed, but also just to get a quick view of her surroundings.

No one was following her, but she saw one of the strangest and most hilarious images in her lifetime. A woman was paddling her boat, and even from this distance it was easy to see how horribly inefficient she was, likely due to a combination of inexperience and exhaustion. Curious, the girl watched as the person finally found their landing spot not far away, and saw them lay down on the ground as if dying.

This would be amusing.

Soon enough, the fire haired girl filled her sack with the coconuts, approaching the shore with a sense of curiosity. The closer she got, the more irregular she realized this person was - her clothing resembled something from one of the far away cities, but even then it was unusual. The boat did not take advantage of the wind, which was a bad decision when trying to navigate the near-continental islands.

Although she didn't have to, the girl approached and decided to see if she could lend aid to the woman who was clearly uncomfortable with the entire circumstance. Approaching with light feet, Caitriona soon found herself above the woman, leaning over as her own green eyes examined the interesting woman. "Dia dhuit?"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Dia dhuit?"

The voice caught Charlotte slightly off guard, but for the most part she remained unmoving, eyes closed. Now, the voice was interesting for a few reasons. She hadn't expected foreign peoples to just waltz up to her. That meant she either had the good fortune of running into shore near a town, or had the misfortune of the exact same thing. It was entirely up to the disposition of whoever they were. Secondly the voice...spoke in a dialect she was completely unfamiliar with. It didn't sound like any of the more common languages back in Astril or the surrounding lands. The lands had some variations between the cities, but for the most part one could translate fairly easily between the two. After a few seconds, She finally opened her eyes to address whoever was speaking to her. Her typical cold blue eyes and somewhat harsh glare was immediately replaced by a look of immense curiosity, immediately awestruck by just...whatever this humanoid creature was.

The woman was short - she was fairly certain it was a she. Much shorter than she was, and a fair bit shorter than most people in Astril. Her people favored shorter ones, then? Well, she wouldn't question it for now. What she was going to question, was the other girls hair. It was multicolored. A brilliant shade of red before transitioning to yellow towards the ends. It was...well, she was certain some would find it beautiful. Charlotte just found it a wondrous work of nature, however it happened. It looked completely natural at least, which was fascinating.

"Ti?" And she realized just how useless speaking would be like this. She had no idea what was even asked, and likely the other girl had no idea what she had just been asked. Useless, then. Well, damn it if she wasn't going to at least try communication of some sort. She sat up, rubbing a bit of sand out of the back of her hair, blue eyes turning towards the boat. A few of her belongings were still there - namely a medium sized sack full of her alchemy equipment. Alembic, retorts, mortar and pestle...some rudimentary dried herbs and such. Things she could use to help her on her way. Maybe hand motions of some sort? Writing likely would be as ineffective. "Kratíste mia stigmí."

She walked over to the boat, grabbing the sack. The glass implements clanked in small complaint as they were sat down on the sandy shore, away from the water. Now...how exactly was she supposed to communicate here? Staring rather intensely at the other human with what seemed like a small glare was likely not the correct course of action, but Charlotte didn't register she was even doing it.

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Caitriona looked on as the woman beneath her gazed up at her, blue eyes staring into her own fields of green curiously. The curiosity was returned towards this woman, the orange haired woman tilting her head slightly as the other woman muttered a word then sat up.

"Ti?"

Out of caution, the girl took a step back, but the precaution did not seem necessary as a few belongings were gathered by this figure at least a head taller than her and pulled out of the boat and onto the beach, a slightly musical sound ringing through the air as the bag moved and shifted. Glass? Perhaps something fragile?

"Kratíste mia stigmí." Something incomprehensible was muttered, but it seemed at least somewhat intelligent. Based on the way she looked, this woman was probably most similar to the peoples up north.

After the little trip was over though, the woman was reduced to just standing there as glaring just slightly. Normally this would have been considered rude, but a quick look at the sun bathed and reddening skin of the woman in front of her explained at least some of it. She had also just finished exerting plenty of strength on rowing, and yet her sweat was minimal at best. All of these were bad signs.

Withdrawing one of the hard yellow fruits from her sack, the girl extended it in a single outstretched hand. "Tart? Want cnó cócó?" Although it was some work to climb the tree to retrieve one, the fruits were plentiful in this area and the flame haired girl felt she could only tolerate so much on her own anyways.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Was...was she being offered food? A flash of surprise ran across her face. Well, she was hungry, thirsty, and generally not exactly in all that great of condition. Was this some sort of peace offering maybe? Or was this simply their way of greeting a stranger? Or maybe there was something else here she didn't know. She had heard - read a lot about the peoples outside of Astril, but she doubted the statements had many, if any factual statements but that didn't mean all of them were not based in fact either. She had to be wary, or at least suspicious of any sort of interaction with them.

Charlotte hesitantly took the fruit, suspicious for more than a few reasons...but she was hungry, and if anything happened she was fairly certain in her ability to do something about it. There was just a small problem. She had no idea what this hard shelled...fruit even was. She was fairly certain it was a fruit, at least - she knew her plants relatively well. She didn't want to appear as clumsy or awkward, but she didn't have much she could do with the fruit on her own. At least, not without something to maybe...crack it open with? She'd ask, but...language barrier.

"Kai ti akrivós boró na káno me aftó ...?" Charlotte frowned, and even through the language barrier, one would likely be easily able to tell there was a slight irritation in her voice as she studied the fruit, seemingly glaring at the coconut. She loathed not being able to know or do something on her own. In Astril, not being able to do something on your own meant asking one of your peers for assistance...an act that typically involved you owing them a favor later, and she was hesitant to ask for assistance...but this wasn't Astril, was it? Surely this girl wouldn't be as close minded as they were, would they? She looked back up at the girl from the coconut, frowning in a manner that suggested confusion and perhaps a little mild irritation.


[System]
Age: 19

Race: Feren (barn owl). Linta, like her animal counterpart, has superb eyesight (both at night and during the day, although it's better in low light) and incredible hearing. Also, thanks to the structure of her feathers, her movements are almost completely silent, save for the sounds of whatever she's stepping on. Lastly, at will Linta can vocalize like a barn owl would, the most common sound used being a piercing shriek that's ear-shattering at close range. (Note, not actually going to make ears bleed, just very loud.)

Nationality: Sky Dweller of Tengu Island

Role: Scout/Hunter/Healer thing (she's versatile alrighty?)

Font: Ghost. Linta is able to make herself and any objects she's touching physically intangible for a very short period of time. This means that physical objects, including people, will go through her as if she were a hologram. However, it's a double-edged sword, as while nothing can hit her, she also can't hit anything while using this font. As a result, she tends to only use it in very short bursts to avoid as many blows as possible and also land as many hits as possible. Of course, no one is perfect, and sometimes the ratios just don't work out. When using her font, she appears somewhat transparent.

Colour: Gray

Appearance: Linta stands at about 5'5 and weighs remarkably little (about 80-85lbs) however looks as healthy as the next slim person. This can be attributed to her hollow bones, allowing her to fly. Her body greatly resembles that of a bird, with large, four-toed and taloned feet, near-identical (albeit much larger) to a real owl's. Her face is mostly human, save for the noticeably large, golden eyes and her ability to turn her head further than any human would dare. Downy white feathers grow beneath her long white hair, and some longer, coloured feathers protrude from it as well. In her hair Linta wears a long blue, black and white feather, tied to a strand of hair by a leather cord sealed with tree resin. It is a memory of her brother, and a constant reminder of the resolve that sent her to Echo in the first place.
Her body's structure is comparable to that of a mythical Harpy. Where arms would be, Linta has wings with a total wingspan of almost 20 feet (each wing measuring about 9 feet with about 2 feet of shoulder space between them). At the pinion joint of these wings (the joint where the flesh and bone end and the flight feathers extend) three digits, two spindly fingers and a skinny thumb. These are remnants of what were once hands in her human ancestors, and she almost never used them until coming to Echo, choosing to keep them tucked under her feathers.
Her legs are a meld of human and bird, being muscular and humanoid until the mid calf, where her leg bends backward at a second knee and becomes far more birdlike, ending in those large taloned feet. She stands with her knees bent to allow for her lower legs. Stemming from her tailbone is a tail, her tail feathers making up most of its length. It is long enough to brush the ground when not held properly and fans out to a width of about 6 feet.
The colouring of Linta's feathers is exactly that of a real barn owl's. Her back, the outside of her tail feathers and the outside of her wings are a doppled golden brown with silver speckles and darker brown and grey streaks along her longer feathers. The underside of her wings and tail feathers, and the downy feathers covering her legs and much of her belly, are snowy white with occasional silver spots.

Weapon: Linta's weapons are a pair of bladed gauntlets worn over her talons. They feature 30cm curved obsidian blades, resembling and elongating the shape of her own natural talons. These blades are a deep, doppled black with a mirror shine and a blade sharp enough to cut through flesh like butter. The blades fit over her talons when extended, and can retract into a portion of the gauntlet attached to the lower leg so as not to dull the blades from walking. They can be extended with a certain movement of her feet. The gauntlets are held together with leather srips and reinforced with metal (especially on the bottoms of her feet to protect her flesh from blades).
(for those who've seen the Guardians of Ga'hoole movie, they greatly resemble the 'gloves' those owls wear. Yes, I am a dreadful nerd, I'm not sorry)

Personality: Linta, being more bird than human, acts a lot more feral than many Feren. While her time with Echo has taught her how to interact a bit better with 'normal' people, she still behaves a lot like an owl. She's mostly nocturnal, quite quiet and pensive, and always says exactly what she means. She finds the 'riddles' used in everyday speech to be entirely meaningless and inconvenient. To a 'normal' person, she'd probably be seen as cold and a little heartless, but this is not the case. She is simply blunt and tough, expecting toughness from others. While she is versed in field healing, she isn't a coddler; she'll tell you something will hurt like hell, and won't pity you when it does. Regardless of how she comes off, she is not cruel. Quite the opposite, in fact. When she needs to kill something, she will do it quickly, both out of respect and to make less of a fuss. Luckily, when the dirty work is done with, Linta is actually quite nice company, assuming you don't piss her off and encur her righteous ire.

Background: Linta was born a Sky Dweller, one of the three major tribes on the island of Tengu. She was born to a red-tailed hawk-melded Feren (her mother) and a golden eagle-melded Feren (her father). They loved her and taught her everything she needed to know, and six years later, she was followed by a younger brother, a blue jay-melded Feren named Mach. For many years they lived happily, Linta having grown up with a happy family and growing close to her friend and pseudo-sister Indigo, a Halfling tiger Feren who'd joined their tribe when she was an infant. When Linta was ten, Indigo's distant mother died, and Indigo herself was fully adopted into Linta's family.

For eight more years they lived happily together, learning from each other and from the tribe. Linta became a deadly hunter, using her natural silence to her advantage. She also learned some healing techniques from the Tree Dwellers below, having developed a knack for sealing wounds nearly as well as inflicting them. She'd been growing into a skilled young woman and valued addition to the tribe when a threat they'd never dealt with plagued the island. A flock of demonic, birdlike creatures, a practical mockery of the Sky Dwellers which she would later learn were category 0, 1 and 2 Lost, set their wretched sights on the inhabitants of Tengu. In little more than a day they ravaged the tribes, killing, maiming or outright carrying away many members of the Sky Dwellers. The other two Tengu tribes had their losses as well, but none so many as the Ske Dwellers, who's home high in the canopy made them easy targets, despite most of them trying to fly away. In the chaos, Linta's parents took to the sky with their weapons in an effort to fight off the Lost. they told Linta to take Mach to a safe place on an island nearby. However, in the chaos Linta got separated from her brother. She searched through the fight in a sick panic, but the only sign she ever found of him was found days later, in the form of a cluster of bloody blue feathers in a thicket of branches, days after the Lost had been fended off.

In the year after the incident, life never returned to normal. Linta did not think it ever would. Her guilt at letting Mach out of her sight consumed her, and had her either out in the field hacking up anything that moved or in her den, secluding herself in her grief and self hatred. Even worse, her parents, who had helped fight off the Lost, never looked at Linta the same way again. They grieved Mach for months, all but ignoring everything and everyone else. While they tried not to throw their blame at their daughter, in the backs of their minds knawed the thought that if not for her, their son may be alive would drive them away from Linta.

Eventually, enough was enough. Linta refused to let herself wallow in self pity for any longer, and she and Indigo set off to join Echo and exact their revenge on the demons who had torn their lives to shreds.

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Sylvia

Sylvia had walked into the meeting room as soon as the others began to show up. Quickly picking a spot on the wall, she propped herself against it, casually leaning on it with her long legs crossed around the knees. She observed the others walking in and taking their places. To each entrant she gave a different greeting. To Shae, a respectful smile and nodding of the head. To Kaalia, another smile and slight tilt of the head. To the girl with wings, who clearly looked nervous or just confused, a quizzical look followed by a shrug of apparent temporary satisfaction - none of which probably helped the girl's state of mind. To the tigerish one, a similar reaction to the nervous winged girl.

Sylvia then began observing the situation in general until people started talking.

Shae, as usual, was first to speak.

"I wonder what Harp has in store for us," the veteran huntress pondered. Now, Sylvia of course respected Shae like everyone else did - not nearly to idol status like a certain avian in the room would soon reveal - but also knew her personally, and how well she knew her wouldn't really affect Sylvia's sarcasm filter in the first place. None of it was in malice, after all.

"If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say it'll have to do with some Lost," she said, a little hint of a grin forming on her face. "I've noticed a trend recently," she said, resigning to her usual look of content.

Just then the winged girl piped up in fairly spectacular fashion. Sylvia made a mental note that she had been right about the feathered female being nervous - and apparently not a small amount. She couldn't help but mentally chuckle as the conversation between the new arrival and Harp continued. Archon give me strength, she thought.

She turned to Kaalia after the exchange had concluded. Her relationship with the bear feren was more one of mutual understanding than "let's hang out", but it was still one nonetheless. "You know, I like being on the B-Team," she said playfully. "It's less stressful than the A-Team, and there's more than one person in it. It's nice." Turning back to the room in general but looking in Shae's direction, she said "Welcome back to stardom, Miss Arca," with a grin.

Sylvia noted that the two new faces were quite silent, and decided to rectify that immediately. Turning to them, she spoke. "So, two Ferens, huh? What's your story?" Before she could deliver any breathtaking (i.e. boring) questions for them to answer, however, another new face arrived. An owlish girl, she silently walked in and stood next to the tigerish one. "Three Ferens? I must be dreaming," she remarked, stopping her barrage of comments and forthcoming questions there as everyone was now here, and that only meant one thing.

Harp speech was imminent.

[Assistant]
INDIGO

Indigo had not been paying attention to most of the proceedings, instead concentrating on the cover of the ceiling. Indigo cocked her head to the side, her black, greasy ponytail cascading down her clothed shoulder, pondering the reason of a ceiling. These people were strange; wouldn't they like to feel the air rush over their skin as the airship moved through the sky? Linta seemed to like it. However, when a voice inquired about a "story," Indigo casted her eyes towards the newcomer.

"Sto-ry?" Indigo muttered, "Yes, I shall tell a complete stranger my life story."

The sarcasm wasn't her sharpest, but it dripped like acid out of her mouth and she leaned backwards, crossing her arms, effectively closing herself off from the group. It was only when Linta walked into the room that Indigo uncrossed her arms, as if to welcome the owl girl with open arms. While she was not much of a smiling person, Indigo cared deeply for Linta, and so she allowed a small smirk grace her features. She was going to simply gesture at the girl to communicate her desire, but with so many of these "civilized" people around her, she thought it best to speak.

"Cutting it close, yeah, Linta?" She murmured, amused.


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Nathanaël is a little on the short side for his age, only 5'5". Originally having light brown hair and green eyes, his appearance experienced various physical changes after being subjected to the experiments. His hair became a stark white, his eyes ice blue. Small fangs appeared where once were canines, and his ears were replaced by tall, fox-like ears atop his head. In addition, he has a bushy white tail where there once was none. He grew long claws on his hands and feet, that he constantly tries to trim. In addition, he gained extra vertebrae in his spine and wiry muscles, giving him superior flexibility and speed. His skin, already pale, now became incredibly resistant to the cold. Like true Arctic Foxes, he doesn't begin to shiver until -70˚ Celsius. His blue eyes also allow him to see well at night, and his powerful legs let him jump 10ft straight into the air.

Animal: Arctic Fox

Bio:
Nathanaël was born in Paris to a loving mother and somewhat absent father. His father was the CEO of a powerful company, with investments in wine, art, hotels, and automobiles. With money, power, and fame never in short supply, Nat lived a cushioned, if not sheltered life. With no worries for his future, he was allowed to pursue his own interests and hobbies in art and music, while keeping the stellar grades his father demanded. Dreaming of being an artist, he adored his mother and idolized her, desiring to become a famous artist, rather than his father's well-groomed heir.

However, there were problems at home that only became more apparent as time went on. When he was 13 his mother divorced his father, leaving Nat in his custody. His father only became more absent, leaving Nat in the hands of his tutors and managers, while restricting his mother's ability to visit. Eventually, she stopped coming altogether. Nat was pulled out of school and tutored strictly at home, and was not allowed to leave the mansion without approval or escort. Even his internet activity was monitored. Nat became completely isolated from the world.

The isolation and subsequent depression became more than he could handle. At 15, a few months before his 16th birthday, Nat slit his wrists in the bathtub, losing 30% of his blood. He was only saved after a maid heard the water running, and came to see what was wrong. After recovering from his injuries, Nat was evaluated and placed in a mental facility for treatment. His father was enraged at his son's attempt at suicide, and berated him, rather than offer empathy. Eager to escape at the next chance he had, he faked his father's signature to enter the experiments, under the impression that he would be helping to test a new anti-depressant hormone treatment. This, of course, was false. Rather, he gained the partial DNA of an arctic fox, intended to increase human resistance to cold temperatures.

In addition to his physical traits, Nat began to experience strange dreams and visions, hearing and seeing things that aren't there. In particular was his ability to sense and manipulate magnetic fields, sensing prey moving from unseen places. His new urges to hunt are particularly strong, and he has recently developed new tastes for meat, and an intense hatred of vegetables. He hasn't met his father since the experiment, though he doubts he doesn't know. Not only is his body changed and filled with new and conflicting instincts, but he has to deal with it completely on his own.

Personality:
A quiet, kind, thoughtful person, Nathanaël thankfully inherited his mother's softness over his father's cold cruelty. Soft-spoken, intelligent, and observant, Nat isn't a natural loner. He longingly seeks companionship, even if it's from less than savory characters. His attempt at ending his life and subsequent stay in the hospital is something that embarrasses him greatly, and he hides his scars and his past. He's very shy and patient, slow to anger, though he won't stand for injustice when he sees it. He's not the best at dealing with people, particularly after being isolated.

He was less than thrilled at his body's changes, and finds it difficult to adapt and accept his new animal side. He clips his claws regularly, despite the fact that they grow back almost 3 times a week, and tries to hide his ears and tails under baggy clothes and hats. His native tongue is French, though he can speak English, German, and Chinese. Thanks, dad. He remains under the perpetual hope that a cure can be discovered for his condition, so that he can return to being fully human once again.

Other:
If you ask him what does the fox say, he will not hesitate to hit you. Also constantly battles the instinctual desire to eat every animal smaller than a cat that he sees. Has an unexplainable hatred for hounds, and is startled by loud noises.

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Myra glanced over at the group and read their lips to discover that they were introducing themselves to eachother. She took off her headphones and set them to rest on her shoulders before clearing her throat and speaking up, "Its nice to meet you... nice people" she said with a pause as her third eyelids flipped open and she took in the details of everyone. "I'm Myra the... falcon girl I guess, I've got big black and white wings and feathers in random places on my body." she said with with a bit of a flourish by spreading her wings behind her.

It was actually a bit fun to be able to bounce around with about half or a quarter of her old weight though with the large wings on her back it threw off her balance a bit. Myra glanced up at the sky a few times and was tempted once or twice to just try and take off into the air but then thought better of it, "If I fall then what will happen to me if I hit the ground?" she asked herself anytime it came up but when she looked out over the cliff and saw the water below it gave her a little courage. "I wonder if I actually have to flap or if I can just glide".

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Vladimir wasn't as surprised as he thought he would be once he heard two new voices. The new power's really helping him out. And he appreciated how the others answered his question without a single trace of doubt. The black haired male turned his head to the others and bowed as a sign of gratitude. When he heard something about clothes being spoken, he merely smiled. He forgot that all of them were practically naked under the hospital gown and it had an open backside too.

"I suppose we do need some clothes. After all, the new things that were added to us overshadowed the fact that we didn't have clothes... or at least, that's how it worked for me." He admitted before making his way towards the entrance from where they came from. His hands folded behind his back to hold together the clothing that shielded it.

Julia smiled at Dae. "Why would you be jealous of me? I'd say those wings look good on you." She said with a goofy grin on her face. She may not have grown in the nicest neighbourhood but that didn't mean she lied all the time. Her eyes stared at the glimmering beauty of his wings before saying words she never thought she would hear herself say ever again, "Las mariposas son hermosas..." She actually seemed out of it before shaking her head and averting her eyes. "Er, forget I said that. Nice to meet 'ya Dae!" She quickly added before seeing Vladimir entering the building prompting her to do the same.

"Time for some clothes~" She said in a singsong voice as she made her way inside. It didn't seem like she cared much about the outfit she was currently wearing. Well, she honestly didn't. For all she could care about, she could just be wearing her undergarments and she still wouldn't be embarrassed.

The two would soon see another scientist and Julia took it from there. She kindly asked for a change of clothing, preferably the one they came in with. She still remembered that she wore something to this laboratory and she just changed out of it. The scientist nodded and led them to different rooms and gave them their clothing. Vladimir changed into a button up shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. Julia wore a hoodie over a white shirt, pants and rubber shoes. They walked out of their rooms and then gave each other a nod.

They then went outside once more to wait for the others to change. Vladimir decided that when night time comes, he would go back inside to talk with the scientists should they not do that before his schedule. He needed to talk to them about his eyesight. Sure, detecting others were good and all but he wanted to actually see their faces instead of just sensing that they were there. Perhaps they would give him glasses or something.

Julia, on the other hand, didn't know what she would do. Monkeys didn't have any super special powers besides their great balance, strength in terms of arms and legs, and enhanced grip. She then looked around, maybe she could practice climbing in much more higher places. That would be pretty cool. But she decided to wait for the others.


[System]
Age: 16

Birthday: 12/06

Magic: None (Will gain some magic items later I suppose)

Magic Level: E (Citizen XD)

History:
The daughter of some wealthy travelling merchants, she had as much of an average life-style as that background would suggest. Her parents doted on her, but were strict when it came to her 'training' in becoming a merchant to follow in their footsteps without ever asking her for opinion on the matter. She has always had a fascination with magic, wanting to become a wizard one day but alas her dream was crushed when she found out she couldn't actually cast magic let alone use it. Her parents didn't approve of her fascination with magic, but none the less allowed her to fiddle with magical objects they would get during their travels.
Fast-forward to the present and knowing her fascination with magic her parents decided to take her to the grand magic games to watch some events, which she was absolutely ecstatic about. Even she is highly unsure of what occurred before she was turned into a sword by The Emperor but it would seem that trouble had happened along the way, she got separated from her parents and ran into the Emperor and Empress and was subsequently transformed into a sword. (For clarifications sake, the Empress turned her into the sword)
It would seem being turned into a sword has also thrown her memories out of whack as the main thing she can remember is her name and not much else.

Personality: (One-Two Sentences)
Having grown up pretty isolated from contact from 'ordinary' people, she is unsure of how to approach anyone who isn't a merchant and for some strange reason seems to trust people way too easily. As such she has a tendency to hide behind things and speaking in a quiet tone when talking to people and will generally go along with others with little or no resistance/arguments.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing, a gold colour on the back of her left hand

Team Members: N/A At this stage

Three Strengths:
1. Knows how to use items and the like well
2. Strong-willed (When she feels like it)
3. Financial Abilities

Three Weaknesses:
1. Obsession with gold
2. Can't use magic
3. Naive

Greatest Love: Magic, she absolutely adores magic

Motivation: To regain her lost memories and pay the debt she owes to James Hunt, Cody Bloodstein and Levi *Insert last name here* XD

Appearance:
About average height with shoulder-length blond hair that curls on the end and sapphire blue eyes. She wears a immaculate, frilly hazel brown dress with a faux gold trim and a light, chestnut brown jacket with a hood. She also owns several other outfits.
The picture sums up pretty much what she looks like (minus the brown dress)

Additional Details:

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Zenoram and Zero

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 > > > On Tenrou Island < < <

Phoenix Wing
Tags: @MarshiestMallow@Crimson Raven@Zarkun@Silver Fox and basically everyone else within earshot on Tenrou

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Zero watched as everything began, initially attempting to fight every urge to charge the monstrous beast and follow orders. That is, he would have, if everything hadn't gone almost immediately to shit. Soon, there was a battle raging around him as he stood frozen. Wait... What? Why was he...

"Zenoram, what the hell are you doing?!"

"I just... I don't... I... I...

"You idiot!" Zero snapped as suddenly he and Zenoram were face to face in the deep recesses of their mind. The dragon slayer glared at the young, quivering man before him, unable to bring himself to move in opposition of the deadly beast facing his group. He couldn't possibly. Not when the memories of their fallen father, of the being who'd raised them, flooded his young mind. And especially not when their hand, their magic, had played a pivotal role in the Dragon's demise.

"But I can't… I don't…" Zenoram was clearly distraught, and this was in tandem effect Zero's control over the body.

"Zenoram, you don't have to fight, but you've gotta let me move. We have to help defend our friends and I can't do that if you're putting up all these damn, mental blocks!" He growled angrily at the timid mage. He could hear the shouts and orders being barked along with the sounds of battle as he stared down at Zenoram. He shook his head, clearly annoyed and disappointed.

"I just… I can't Zero. What if this Dragon is also being controlled by something? What if the dragon doesn't know what it's doing? I don't wanna be apart of bringing it down." He shot back, tears welling up in his eyes, mirrored on their body if anybody were to look more closely. Zero sucked his teeth at this. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't want to hurt Zenoram. He never wanted to hurt Zenoram. But right now, they didn't have many options available to them. "Zero?"

It took a second, but soon, as the battle continued to rage Zero came to his senses. "We don't really have a choice here Zenoram." Zero's voice was softer now as he placed a hand on Zenoram's shoulder. "You may not need to be a slayer to stop a dragon, but my magic… our magic... will sure as hell make a difference."

"But-"

"No buts." Zero cut Zenoram off. "I'm not makin you fight, but if things go south we're gonna need your Time Zone magic. So, for now, close your eyes. Isolate yourself and let me do all the dirty work. We can hash out feelings later. I promise."

Zero didn't have to say anything else. Just like that he felt a weight lift. He could move again, just in time to catch himself up on what the fuck was going on. Gods, things had gone to shit fast. Fuck! Why couldn't everyone have just listened to Sasha?!" He slapped his palm up against his face and dragged it down. They probably should have all tried to retreat, no questions asked. It wasn't his style, but he'd agreed to listen to the person in charge. Guess, it was just gonna have to be an all out assault. Even though it was possible that Zenoram might have been able to temporarily stop the dragon with his time magic, having practiced on Hemlock for years, he was in not condition to battle.

Given how that he was still out of it, it wasn't like Zero was completely ready for this himself. What the hell was he even supposed to do? He shook his head. He couldn't feel Zenoram tugging at the back of his mind. It was weird. It was like for the first time ever, he was in complete control. "Alright, one of us is gonna need therapy after this." He said as he began to gather his magical power.

He hopped back to avoid some of the brunt of some of the powerful attacks being launched. Powerful spells were being cast in this little assault on the dragon. He glanced around trying to ascertain who exactly was doing what. "Fuck it, no time for strategy." He said as he relaxed his stance and closed his eyes. His magic began to swell and poison began to take the shape around him. The shapes were… rudimentary, hardly solid in anyway, and yet spears, arrows, javelins, etc. could likely be made out. "Poison Dragon's Arsenal: Projectile Edition." He spoke to nobody in particular as he readied his attack.

Most of the Tenrou Team was keeping on their toes and still attacking. Karn had even become a dragon. That made aiming a bit harder, Zero had to avoid him, but it would hopefully help keep the dragon in place. "Unless you're immune to poison, I'd make sure to stay out of the way of this!" He shouted with a snarl as he began to fire the mass of poison "weapons" at the dragon his allies were currently attacking. It wasn't like he couldn't help anybody afflicted with his poison, but it'd still hurt like hell and it'd be a real drag to have to save anyone if it got in their system. Especially while trying to fight a dragon.

[Assistant]
Tenrou Island-Draconic Brawl/Hunter Jorgenson and Jack Goran-A Day to Remember
@MarshiestMallow@Crimson Raven@Hatakekuro@t2wave@Burthstone@Silver Fox@CitrusArms
Shinobi@LightningMaiden@Joshua Tamashii@Oblivion666@YipeeXD

The numerous blows against the red-scaled behemoth stumbled it, but so far as anyone could tell, it barely noticed. Karn, however, drew it's attention and as he went to try and pin the Fire Dragon, he found himself lying on his back as the dragon's tail knocked his legs out from under him. The sudden appearance of the iceberg, however, briefly caught it off guard. It prepared to exhale in response, but found itself unable to unleash the break from the sudden expansion of the ice. So instead, it increased it's body heat exponentially. Once enough of the ice had melted around it, a mighty shake broke the iceberg into many pieces before taking aim at Ferrin.

The rage in its gaze was palpable, but something else lay there as well, something that was hard to place. The incoming spears of mercury caught it's gaze just as it was about to unleash it's breath attack and instead it turned and blasted the spears, melting them before they could impact and sending a lethal blaze at the responsible pair, Enma and Zev. As they braced for the inevitable to hit them, they suddenly found that nothing happened after a couple of minutes, noticing the sound of air being sucked in. Zev would be the one to open his eyes and see his guild master, Jack Goran, had intercepted and consumed the blaze.

Que Epic Music

"It would seem that there is quite the story to be learned from the presence of these beasts. You two help the others, I will deal with our fiery friend here. As he finished, a black dragon made itself known, blasting at Jack with a beam of pure shadow. The attack was intercepted by a stream of Jade, with Hunter landing between his guild master and the Shadow Dragon. Jack, grinning, looked around as a predatory White Dragon landed, a feathery-appearing Sky Dragon passed over them with a mighty roar, and a purple Poison Dragon intercepted Zero's attack, absorbing the poison attack.

The guild master bowed in apology to Sasha. "Forgive me Lady Sasha, but allow me." Black flame enveloped his fist she he approached the Fire Dragon. "Slayers, pick your opponent," Jack began to pick up speed as he approached the Dragon, moving from a walk into a job, and then a run, and then a sprint as he leapt into the air and pulled back with the flame covered fist, "and give no quarter!" The blow met with the Dragon's counter swipe of a clawed hand and blasted outwards, sending the Flame God Slayer sliding across the ground before he regained his footing and resumed his attack.

Hunter grinned and was no where near as dramatic as his guild master, encasing himself in his Jade Scales as he sprinted forwards and leapt into the air, his own fist pulled back for a mighty blow. "Jade Dragon's Steel Fist!" And so began a battle for the ages, the mages of Phoenix Wing, Dragon Fang and Frenzy Plant against dragons, who's power was still feared to modern day. It was a day history wouldn't soon forget.


[System]
Race: Lizardfolk (Gold)
Age: Young adult, birthday unknown
Weapon: Claws/Teeth
Armor: Natural scales only
Alignment: Lawful Good
Religion: Draconis Rex (Gold Aspect)
Magical Ability: Divine spellcasting
Languages: Draconic (native), Common, Hand Sign (basic)
Other skills: Herbalism, Cooking, Sewing, Music (fiddle)
Special: Wings (gliding only)

History: Rhin's background is something of a mystery, even to her. Brief and confusing memories are all that remain to remind her of her youngest years, her only trinket a golden talisman pinned to her smock. As a small child she was discovered on Metallic Dragon Lands, lost and wandering very near to the Great Chasm. It was lucky for her that mithril-scaled Melanor was on patrol, as most other dragons would have found little reason to take interest in a mere dragonkin infant.

Brought to The Roost, it was the great king Aelinor who decided Rhindani's fate. All she can remember of that illustrious but brief meeting with the great golden wyrm was how he seemed to peer at her, his stare thoughtful but stern over a chinfull of long whiskers. It was a gaze that was terrifying to one so small and confused.

Since that time, Rhindani has been a ward of the Church of Draconis Rex, raised by a kindly but elderly cleric named Ki'Nem in the ways of the Gold Aspect. A quiet and pensive but perceptive child, Rhindani took quickly to the arts of Healing, her talents growing from the use of herbs and traditional medicines to asking the Blessings of the Golden Aspect to address greater maladies in those who seek the services of the Church. In addition to working in the infirmary, her years have been filled with other humble domestic toils such as sewing and cooking. What little free time can be had in the life of a vestal was spent with her friend and confidante, a copper lizardfolk female named Mahva who is as impulsive as she is deaf. It is because of Mahva that part of Rhin's daily exercise includes using her wings, because according to the young copper "there's no point in being born with wings if'n all you're gonna do is hide them under a robe until they shrivel up."

For the last three years Rhindani has been living in a small Church in the People's Conglomerate. The move away from the beauty and comfort of Metal City and the grand Church of Draconis Rex to a land of humans surprised those who knew her but wasn't exactly a shock to those who knew her best. Rhin wasn't without many doubts, but something wordless and nameless urged her to take her skills, little as they might be, to places unknown (at least to herself). Perhaps a little adventure would settle the coil of longing that comes with not knowing who you really are or where you came from.

Personality and Traits: Rhin has always been quiet and somewhat reserved, but ultimately kind and empathetic. That's not to say she is soft at heart, however, because tending to the sick and the dying instills and requires a certain amount of strength that has nothing to do with being bullheaded or the hefting of a sword. She prefers tasks that don't require much conversation, her favourite chores in the Church being tending the herb and kitchen gardens or cooking, or even sewing (though she prefers to do so outside when possible). She enjoys reading, drawing and listening to music, her prized possession a silverwood fiddle that took ten years to save up for and another ten to learn how to play with any skill. Rhindani hopes to one day discover her own origins, though long ago exhausted what little information she had to go on. She suspects that the knowledge will help her understand herself better, and explain some of her shortcomings, primarily with regards to a delayed advance in the abilities that come from worship and the strange pale opalescent gold colour of her scales that do not quite match with the beautiful rich vibrance of her fellow Gold dragonkin. She continues to pray to Draconis Rex about the former, and rubs ash soap on her skin to mute the latter. So far, the dragon God has been silent on the matter.

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The travel itself remained a tedious one for the young dwarf, a ride on horseback not familiar to him and rather frustrating given his stature and the might of his steed. He had taken the time at the stables to find a smaller mare, yet with the strength and endurance to bear Abet and his weighted baggage for a great length of time. The riding was tough, but after a short time he became used to the gait of the large creature, though still wasn't keen on mounting the damn beast.

Each night, Abet recalled the old songs and poems of his home, to which he would gleefully sing for the merriment of his companions, after of course he had drank a bit of ale - he wasn't one to carry water in the large skin pouch in his pack when he'd rather be having a good time! The tales of his homeland tugged slightly at his heart, which would in turn fuel the passion in his retelling, often emphasizing with a bit of exaggeration to make his ancestors all the mightier.

The party's arrival to their destination signaled the call for tactics, as it became increasingly apparent that their adversaries were well armed and on their guard. Despite their numbers against the immediate defenders, who knew of the size of the group that lied in wait behind those walls? The man named Nicholas spoke to ponder everyone's skills, to which the dwarf only chuckled. The party was relatively well-rounded, and having spent enough time with them these past few nights, their basic combat prowess had become apparent - the three men were fighters, through and through, and if any magic lay dormant in them, they were rather good at hiding it. The Fey carried with him a bow and a glaive of some kind, so he would best aid them from afar. The wood elf had shown signs of magic, as well as the wielding of the great blade across her back, to which she must have some knowledge - this made her a valuable asset. The dragonkin, however, was peculiar, in that she had shown very little sign of combat training or magical knowledge. And of course, who couldn't notice the mighty hammer Abet himself held?

"It seems blade and bow would be our greatest allies, eh? What say you, Fey elf, would ya mind pickin' at the gunners down there while we brutes in armor get up close?" Abet smiled at Thirodaen, though his mouth was mostly covered by the whiskers upon his lip.

[Assistant]
The ride to their destination was long but not entirely unpleasant. He had grown more used to horses since leaving the wild woods, and considered himself to be quite an accomplished rider. The way in which the Lizardwoman rode was quite, amusing. But her race was an old one, and his respect kept any perhaps unhelpful comments in check. The other elf rode far too well, and Thirodaen suspected that she was cheating.
In regards to his companions, he was usually quite interested in what they said, and replied courteously, if curtly. Trust was a two-way relationship, and only a fool shut himself off from any to whom he may owe his life. It was highly, highly unlikely, of course, but there was a first time for everything. He needed to learn about how they fought, anyway.

Upon their arrival, Thirodaen was secretly glad that someone knew how to take charge. Otherwise, they usually turned to him, and despite how little he admitted it, that never ended well. When the dwarf spoke to him, the noise grated on his ears, and he winced slightly, but smiled back nine the less. How could you not, the little thing was so cute. "I would be more than happy to shoot people. I think I do it quite well. Don't make me have to come down there to help you though. Blood goes everywhere when I have to use this," He gestured to his glaive, "It takes an age to wash out. It is fun though." The dwarf would certainly make an eager ally, if his attitude stayed the same, and if he wasn't always drunk. So far, he liked him. It probably won't last, and he definately won't show it.

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Veryon, during the ride, fared much like the Dwarf, although to a lesser extent; not entirely used to horseback, he'd stay mostly quiet during the rides and try to imagine he was back on a ship. While he was sure his fellow Knight wouldn't want to be back on another one anytime soon, Veryon was a Ranirocan and a Captain besides, and nothing so minor as a shipwreck would deter him. He speaks fairly openly, to the others, telling them of his and Vycker's exploits, along with a party of other Knights in a distant land. He also drinks, heavily, at all hours of the day, though it only seems to catch up with him at night, when he bellows sea shanties and laughs heartily at everything. Occasionally, though, the old sea dog falls quiet, staring into their nightly fires and stroking his hand down the length of his axe's haft, whispering apologies to someone named Nadia.

When they arrive at the bandit camp, Veryon slides from his saddle, staggering only slightly as he rolls his shoulders. He looks down at the encampment, snorting with brief laughter, and then back at the others. He shoulders his axe, approaching everyone else as they make their plans, and speaks loudly, talking over Thirodaen with a boisterous tone.

"Aye, there's a few bandits down there, lads. Just make sure you leave one to question, and leave room for me to swing my axe. We'll fuck them all up good an' proper, and when we're done, we'll find their boss and fuck them up better! Ain't nothing fancy to be done, me and Vycker've killed a Pit Fiend! ... With some help, but, all the same. We know what we're doing!"

He laughs, thumping the haft of his axe against the ground repeatedly. The motion causes his mixed and matched black plates of armor to jingle and clang against his ill-fitting chainmail beneath, and he grins.

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Nicholas waited a bit after asking his question, but as people began talking amongst themselves, he sighed. Eventually he speaks up again, saying

"I suppose rush in and do what you're best at is as good a plan as any. I'll try and capture one, unless anyone else would rather do it."

Nicholas is pretty unsure about how this is all going to go, and feels as though there's a strong chance they might accidentally kill all the bandits. Still, as far as mistakes go, that wouldn't be one Nicholas would be too broken up about. Nicholas readies his sword and shield, getting prepared.

"Either way, I'm ready when you lot are."


[System]
Race: Unicorn - Disguised as human
Apparent Age: Early 20's
Actual Age: Cannot remember
Appearance:
Profession: Lady of King Hagards Court
Possessions: None but her clothing
Skills/Magic/Talents: Healing, fearlessness when in danger, agility, elemental manipulation
Demeanour: The Lady Amalthea is a quiet and soft spoken woman wise beyond her years. She will be reserved and seemingly timid but more oft than not she is just being reserved and stand offish.
History: Amalthea remembers nothing of her life as a unicorn for she went into hiding long ago. She is plagued by dreams of her years before she touched by humanity that wake her in the night. Over the last year she has been a member of King Hagards court and though not a prisoner there she does not know where else to go other than wandering the near by village at the base of the castles standing upon the high cliff above the ocean below.

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Niceties of company aside, there was always one simple request that always come too late for those that the Knight affiliated themselves with. The cautious sort that the girl claimed to be had made numerous flaws that wouldn't dissuade the least violent idiot, her demeanor was so pleasant and welcoming that the sarcasm danced in tandem with Kaite's demons. It was nothing to lose her grip over, although the 'innocent and coy' act was glaring in ways that made the Black Knight hesitate a step to regain distance so they wouldn't be tempted to do something silly like attack an unarmed girl for being unable to make up her mind.

Kaitra reached a hand under her helmet to do her best to rub her temples, "A fair point" she sighed, making judgments and deductions about the woman with the passing moments. If Kaitra had been wrong and the girl simply lived in the middle of nowhere, of course they'd have no clue who she was. The knight's heart sunk slightly, pushed back up with a dark force which time and time again had put her back on her feet when she thought the next step couldn't bear her weight.

I mean, it's not like I could go to town to get provisions if I needed to. If everyone knew the rules, then I'd surely starve...The curiousness was in how many lives such a fate could potentially save-hhhrrn...Or harm? I mean, it's not like I've done so much more good than harm. The merchants with their asking what I want. It was always so close. Technicalities kept me from speaking once the hunt was on and...I guess call me weird, but I knew what I was doing as long as there was no reason to feel threatened. I would rather weird-it-up on the first unguarded stranger in weeks that didn't try something than dick around in a thicket, trancing over the faces of people who didn't deserve my steel.

She blinked out of her thoughts at the mention of stew. "I haf fresh provisions if you vould allow me to...hrm..." her sentence halted, convinced that helping wasn't worth pushing for. In truth, it was difficult for Kaite to read the girl beyond the nonsense they were fed with being led on a winding path to nothing in Kaite's forest. As far as the knight knew, the girl thought she was a dunce with no experience in these parts...but that was hopefully the paranoia talking. Her voice began again after a moment of silence, accompanied by the jingling of coins as Kaite counter her gains. "I cannot go into town, alone...iz suspicious" she spoke in a serious tone, doing their best to drop their visor to hide their expressions, "Ehn I can pay you quite vell to let me stay for even just ze night. Zeh dirt unt stones pale to the simplest of roofs over mein head. Ehn...hrm...no, zeht vould be enough."
She hummed a soft sigh as she finished counting. Kaite's disappointment wasn't in her inability to carry her word with gold, but quite the opposite. The coins weighed heavily on her soul and she wanted to be rid of as much of the small fortune as she could. It was by choice that she didn't know how much she had, exactly, since every cent belonged to corpses left to rot by her hand. The murders were like a bad addiction she couldn't control. It was such a slippery slope that sometimes all it took was a passing glance of disgust to set her off. In this, the pleasantness of the girl was refreshing. Again, it wasn't so much that Kaite had a problem with sleeping in the woods, however tempting a weekend stay in a VIP suite worth of gold was to butter up her intended host to ask if she could fix herself a bath at the very least, but that the money wasn't worth its weight and the idea of sharing a meal with someone who wasn't being held at knife-point...

Fortune smiles on those who do not recognize the ebony glint. Kaitra simply wished to be a 'gentlemanly' guest somewhere away from accusing eyes.

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The guards turned and watched the exchange between the new comers and Molly. One of them arching a brow deeply. They had not had anyone dare come towards the castle in sometime and now there were two right there following the Lady Amalthea and she even seemed to welcome them in some distant manner.

 One guard glanced over towards the other before he spoke in a hushed voice that would ensure that his words would only be heard by his comrade in arms.

 "Stupid or ignorant?" the one guard asked.

 "Ignorant, they are not from these lands, they will learn soon enough," the other replied. "Arrogance or a naive heart will be their downfall."

 "And what of the smile on our Ladys lips?"

 "Have not seen such since Prince Leer, May he rest in peace," he said before lowering his head in respect.

 Their exchange had given Wally an opportunity to be able to sneak passed them unnoticed but some loose rock that fell quickly brought them back to attention even though they played it off as just the crumbling of an old castle.

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Carver scratched the back of his head in confusion as he led August in the direction of the stables. "Train them... I hadn't thought of that sort of thing..." The idea seemed alien to Carver. As Amon put it, it was the sort of noble thing he should be doing - helping people help themselves. Perhaps it would be worth considering. "We shall see."

Taking August to the stables took but a moment, and he returned to the warning of Molly about the king. This caused him some amount of concern - he'd heard nothing good about this man so far. The knight would have to judge for himself, but so far he sounded like a tyrant; the sort to be removed from power rather than obeyed.

Amon had offered to speak for him, and discuss the audience over the meal. "This is a fine offer, friend. You seem to have the advantage of me in the application of your speech, and I would be glad to have you present my case in my stead." The knight leaned in closer, so his words would be audible only to his companion."Though... perhaps we should have this meal, and this discussion, sooner rather than later? I confess, I am ill at ease with things."

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Molly looked at them and nodded slightly before she placed the Lady Amaltheas cloak up to hang off a sharp jutting of stone from the wall. Pushing her hair back she glanced towards the top of the stairs and wondered to herself for a time before turning back to Amon and Ser Carver.

 "Yes, let me finish preparing the evening meal. You should be able to speak with the king come morning. He will be occupied this evening," she remarked as she wiped her hands on the tattered apron which hung around her waist.

 "You will forgive me, but we have no dining hall for guests, you are welcome to eat in the kitchen," she said in a remorseful voice. "After which I can show you to some quarters for the evening unless you would rather return to the village to dine and rest there."

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Amon looked to his friend, his unease was not unfounded though Amon seemed more capable of hiding his discomfort. 'A wise plan Carver' Amon began but then Molly returned inviting them through to the kitchen for supper.

Amon followed after Molly, letting Carver walk behind him. Amon felt safer with the knight at his back, it was always better to have friends he had found. Amon took a seat with Ser Carver whilst they waited for Molly to finish cooking, not wanting to do discuss secret matters with strangers present, Amon decided to strike up the conversation they'd been having before entering the castle. 'So my friend I believe I was telling you about that fine armour you're wearing was I not? 'Tis an ancient thing to be sure, especially if it is from the Paladin Orders as I suspect. They were an ancient order of warrior knights bound to the service of Kallen's people, who were by their nature a peaceful people. Being so peaceful however, they soon became the target of less savoury types. But as they were beset, a warrior in white armour appeared in their midst. He held a flaming sword in one hand and smote the various enemies around him, or that's how the myth goes.' Amon smiled and chuckled slightly 'personally I don't think that part to be too ridiculous, the account only mentions fighting brigands hardly a challenge for a knight. Things get strange though, when they start mentioning an angelic host that accompanied the warrior. Anyway the story then says that he stayed amongst them for a few short years and taught those who were the most pious, brave and resourceful the ways of chivalry. From these initiates sprung the first Paladin order, who forged armour and weapons in the image of their saviour. Your armour bears a striking resemblance to the images of seen of the saviour of Kellen, so it is more than likely wrought by the hands of the Paladins of long ago. You should be honoured, it was said that such armour would only shield the virtuous, and that whilst the wearer trod the path of the righteous light he would not come to any harm.' Amon paused in his tale and smiled at Carver and Molly who had both been listening to the tale.

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Wally looked up as he heard the guards talking about something important. Something about a Prince and outsiders. Usually he would have listened to them but he needed a distraction. He ran across the wall as the rocks fell from where he went. Wally quickly dove in away from the guards line of sight. He stood there looking at the great hall looking building. Most of the guards were looking away from that area, so Wally ran towards the building as he climbed in through one of the windows near the top.

He looked down from one of the beams as he tried to listen in. Before he could do anything, he lost his footing and fell. The only reason that there was not a Wally shaped hole in the ground was that he grabbed one of the tapestries on the wall. It managed to hold his weight as he slid down to the ground. Wally looked up at the collected group before him.

"Well that could have gone better." He said looking over at them. "Uhh... Name's Fletcher." He said sounding unsure. This was not what he had wanted to do. It could have gone better.

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Amon turned to the man who had rather artfully just fallen from the ceiling. He turned to Molly and Carver momentarily before wheeling back around to face the individual who had just joined them in such an unorthodox manner.

The figure introduced himself "Well that could have gone better." He said looking over at them. "Uhh... Name's Fletcher." He said sounding unsure. This was not what he had wanted to do. It could have gone better.

Amon stepped towards the figure and drew his sword from its sheath not sure what to make of this figure. Then he suddenly recognised him, his scrying glass seemed to burn within its case. The man who was out of place! He was certain of it, Amon said nothing, but continued to level his sword at the figure not daring to take his eyes from him. 'I've no idea who you are Fletcher' he began, addressing the figure 'But I am inclined to accost you for trying to enter a lord's home in such a manner, 'tis most unbecoming of a gentlemen to resort to such measures.'

[Assistant]
Carver had his blade in his hand the second he heard the crash behind him. He strode towards the prone man, his face impassive as he listened to the man's introduction.

Whatever reason this 'Fletcher' had for skulking about a castle, it couldn't have been a good one. To say it was 'unbecoming of a gentleman' as Amon had was quite an understatement. The knight pointed the blade at him and spoke with a tone of certainty and command that he had not known he possessed, "Arise then, Master Fletcher. State your purpose for being here tonight, creeping across the ceilings of your lord. Know that though I am a stern judge, I am merciful to those I deem deserving of it."

He glanced over to his new compatriot, who had adopted a similar stance. "I cannot speak for this one, however, so be mindful of your words."


[System]
Age: 38

Race: Farghul

Brief Bio: Tasaia remembers very little from her childhood and early teens as it was all a haze of sedative induced docileness. Slavers stole her from the Farrfin city of Jahhnu after her parents stung the slavers with a sabacc scam. The slavers were penniless and took their daughter to repay the losses. Her parents, being unarmed and unable to compete with blasters, had to let them go. Tasaia was kept sedated as she grew to prevent any sort of attacks on anyone owning her. Until she turned fourteen, owners of her used her for two things: house duties and eye candy. She was cute and soft, so she would be on a couch by her owner at events to put visitors at ease and give her owner something to pet.

She was not a slave long enough to become involved in dancing or prostitution. Her owner, a human of Susevfi, attracted the attention of the Jensaarai after a small incident of Tasaia inadvertently Force Pushing a visitor that was petting her too hard. The Jensaarai, a human woman named Kiara Straka, found the sedated slave and decided to take her in for training. As expected, her owner was frothing, but attempting to combat Kiara led to him bisected from her lightsaber. Tasaia's first memories were of three days after that, waking up in a Jensaarai medical bed with Kiara asleep across her lap.

The two grew close, Kiara treating the young Farghul much like her daughter, even going so far as to name her and share a surname. Tasaia took to the training well, her predatory nature and independant mindset leading her to learn and perfect techniques easily. By the age of sixteen, she had reached her first milestone of mastering the basics. By eighteen, she made her lightsaber, an unusual combination of dual phase and saberstaff. The saber, when only using one side, could be extended up to three meters in length, functioning much as a two-handed sword. Unlike her peers, she did not gather her own crystal due to the short time of her training. Instead, she intentionally made four compressed synth crystals that made her saber midnight blue with an indigo core. The compressed crystals made the blade thinner and small energy oscillations run up the blade every three seconds. This afforded greater precision and control, thus making the extremely long blade of the dual phase much easier to control. Following her creation, Tasaia resumed her training, taking it at an accelerated pace.

She managed to fully catch up to her peers and began crafting her armor within one year. While she was busy crafting and imbuing her armor, the isolation of her meditation and forging insulated her from the sudden partial purge of her people. Her mother was one of the casualties. Following the mediation and crafting in the isolated base, she was informed of her loss and the events as she was elevated to the status of defender. Feeling alone for the first time in her life, Tasaia went into self-imposed seclusion, training and working alone as she grieved Kiara's death at the hands of Palpatine. After a year, she decided to leave the planet and the Jensaarai behind. She felt no more kinship with them nor did she continue sharing their isolationist ideas. Tasaia, through a combination of her Force powers to mask her appearance and the help of a smuggler, managed to get offworld without incident.

Once offworld, she discovered that the smuggler was also Force sensitive and was actually a part of a lesser known tradition. The Disciples of Twilight, as the man explained, worked quietly from within a society to protect and help the citizens. They particularly opposed tyranny and abuse of power. The smuller, actually a Disciple, let the young ex-Jensaarai know that he sensed her power and sought to potentially bring her into the fold. Luckily, Tasaia was drawn naturally to the Disciple mindset and decided to join him. From there, she traveled to Dyspeth and trained. Her already considerable ability with Force Illusion made her learn the unique powers of the Disciples within short order. Her mastery of the new powers came a year later. In 2 BBY, she finally left Dyspeth and began travelling the galaxy, protecting people as she went. This was a direct continuation of her training.

She observed the infancy and development of the rebellion into a full-feldged military power. She saw the Empire cracking down on civilians. The war was not overly interesting to her as she had her hands full preventing the corruption and mistreatment of citizens, especially non-humans, among Empire territories. Her travels ended temporarily when she had to make a crash landing on Yavin IV following a pirate attack. On Yavin, she found the remnants of the Rebel base and some leftover ship parts and items. Using her technical ability and trial and error, Tasaia developed enough expertise in her ship model to repair and modify it using the parts she could find and salvage. She found a servant droid and astromech droid powered down but still intact. Upon reactivation, the droids became mainstays in her life for the 3 years she was alone, affording her some proficiency in binary.

Once the modification and settling was finished, it was a scant few days before Luke arrived on the moon. Seeing them on some long range scanners that she managed to mostly reactivate, Tasaia managed to hide herself and ship in a nearby jungle. The Jedi landed and began whatever he had intended. Thus, since then, Tasaia has kept herself and her ship cloaked, making ventures to observe Luke's plans and actions while sensing no Dark Side in the group.

Faction:
Disciples of Twilight: Defected from Jensaarai after Disciples helped her learn of the galaxy, and she agreed with their worldview.

Personality: Possessed of a highly independant streak and focus, Tasaia is an autodidact more often than a student. She will find materials or processes and learn them on her own rather than relying upon a group. However, she is very used to directed learning as she spent years under the guidance of Kiara. These traits make her highly knowledgeable and well-rounded in a variety of topics as well as granting her at least a passable skill in many procedures. Her self-education focused primarily upon medical and mechanical fields. Her mechanical expertise is mostly restricted to blasters, weapons, and armor for sentients.

Outside of her education, she tends towards being witty and gregarious, often accidentally invading someone's personal space. What transpires next is very much feline. If she has been enjoying the company or meets a friend, she will then generally rub up against them a little. If not, she will normally not even get close. She holds her head high and is far from meek, though her small size and relatively high chance to simply first observe makes her prone to being forgotten. She finds the sudden surprise of when she speaks up quite amusing.

She is virtually aromantic, though it is more a facade than an actual aversion to romance. It is partially a fear of loss and partially a matter of not yet finding someone she could like in that way. In addition, she has absolutely no interest in marriage or children and finds very small children annoying. Adults that tend to act childlike also tend to grate on her nerves.

Tasaia is not prone to conning people, but she uses her innate conning ability to outsmart or con those harmful to the citizens around her. She usually uses this cunning in day to day life to play some pranks or games with friends or interested parties. She is not afraid to use the Force when playing games to increase her chances of winning. Her favorite games are Chatta-ragul and Dejarik, with her preferring the latter.

Despite not being a mechanic, she has developed enough talent to maintain and modify her own ship. She could do some basic repairs and maintenance on other models of ship, but she is only particularly familiar with XS freighters and the modifications she made to her own. She does have a technical aptitude for crafting items and can function as an armorer and weaponsmith as well as being able to craft and modify blasters.

She is multilingual, being fluent in Basic, Huttese, and Farghul. She, while not completely fluent in it, is able to understand droidspeak enough to communicate with her astromech droid. Both droids are precious to her and maintained meticulously. She intentionally will not memory wipe them and allowed them to develop their own personalities, finding it comforting to have almost biological company. She learned Farghul during her Disciple training as a way to reclaim at least a little bit of her ethnic heritage.

Physical description: Straka stands at an impressively short, for a Farghul, 5'1". Her short height is made up for with her enhanced strength and speed, courtesy of her species and her felinoid status giving her leaner muscle for the same strength. Her seemingly curvy and soft exterior is quickly shattered for anyone touching her. Each movement felt betrays her densely packed muscles. Her fur is of an uncommonly dark variant and is kept well groomed. For some reason, much to her own comfort and the delight of others, she never lost the softness of her kitten fur, essentially staying adorably soft and warm to the touch. Her hair shares this softness, though it is much thicker than her body fur. Her golden eyes are obviously feline in nature and even have the tapem lucidum, granting her strong night vision and the trademark glowing eyes at night shared by many mammals. Her claws are kept clean and sharp, always ready to bite into a foe that manages to catch her unarmored. This overall grants her an attractive and seemingly inoffensive look with only her claws and sharp canines granting any hint of her predatory ability.

Ship (Optional): Modified XS Freighter called Kitten's Ire

Modifications:
1. Addition of 1 Astromech Droid and 1 Servant Droid after crash. It had 4 astromechs and 2 servant droids already. (They are models that have inherent limitations and thus cannot develop personalities)
2. 6 sets of passenger sleeping rooms, able to house two passengers per room. (12 total passengers)
3. Conversion of excess space into fuel storage and power production (reducing it to 50 tons of cargo space from its original 300)
4. Hyperdrives upgraded to Class 1
5. Part of the inside is converted to a captain living quarters, another part has a crafting area, and there is a small medbay. A full sized galley sits by the captain quarters.The central area of the ship is a large living area.
6. Hull has been updated with lighter, stronger materials, allowing for the same strength with reduced weight and bulk on the inside. (20% reduced internal bulk for the same RU)
7. Deflector shields have been modernized and rebuilt for both ray and particle shields.
8. Addition of two ion cannons, one on the bottom of each wing tip.
9. Addition of additional "wing" to produce symmetry and allow one more laser cannon hardpoint.
10. Replacement of laser cannons with stronger, 1000 terrawatt versions and making all three turreted.

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"My name is Dremmick, and this is Eira. We appreciate the hospitality, Krayt. If you don't mind, I'd like to make a military landing, see what we can do about joining. I have a bone to pick with the Zann Consortium, but progress is slow on my own, want to hit them harder. The Nexu isn't the hardest hitting vessel, but you won't find many that can outrun her. If you could use a ship like that and two extra members, I'd gladly like to offer my capabilities to the Republic," Dremmick finished, hoping his answer was satisfactory.

 Eira on the other hand was a bit offended at the man's critique of her piloting. "I wouldn't have run us into anyone, he's just surprised his radar couldn't pick us up till I turned off the sonar dampeners," she mumbled.

 "Not now Eira, you can show off the ship after we land. I'm starting to feel cramped in here," Dremmick said, waving a hand and trying to get her not to interrupt.

[Assistant]
Yavin IV

Kale and Lahana had landed on the moon minutes ago, choosing to come back to the temple for a number of reasons. Before searching for Aren in earnest, Kale needed to have maintenance done on his ship. The last thing they needed in an emergency was engine failure. While Kale spoke to a mechanic Lahana walked through the temple. She stopped by a training room and saw the droid she'd broken had been fixed.

Her hands clenched, and her breathing quickened. It reminded her of Alara, and Alara reminded her of... She let out a sharp breath and walked off. The other reason they were here was because of something her Master had felt. A disturbance in the force, and an ominous presence that called for his attention. She hadn't felt a thing, like always. Some Jedi she was.

So here they were, ready to defend the temple if need be, or go off moon to battle whatever force they needed to. She stopped to sit on a bench overlooking a fountain, hoping the shaking in her hands would cease soon.

Kale meanwhile called Luke's com-link. "Do you mind if the two of us talk, alone?"