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Rank (If applicable): Commander

Species: Sangheili

Appearance (for his armor, at least):
Height: 7'10"

Skills:Vael bears the title of a blademaster, and with good reason. He also has general combat experience befitting his many years of experience, and has a long history of leadership.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
* Type-1 energy sword
* Type-25 plasma rifle
* Type-57 carbine
* Active Camouflage

Background: Vael 'Virisusai is an old and experienced warrior, having already held the rank of major at the start of the Human-Covenant war. For him, the war had been an opportunity both to strive for the honor and glory of victory, and to serve the will of the gods. Early in his career, there was nothing that had set him apart from other ambitious Sangheili warriors. He did not have any particularly exceptional skills, nor an enlightened strategic mind. What he did have was the ability to survive, and to learn every lesson he could take in from every battle and skirmish.

Over the course of the war, every facet of Vael's skill as a warrior was honed to a fine edge. From simple aim, to his ability to keep a calm mind in the chaos of battle, Vael became a more and more deadly presence on any battlefield. Victories, and especially defeats, shaped his judgment and leadership ability just as much as his personal combat skills. Like many of his kind, he preferred to kill in close quarters, especially with a blade. In both fighting against the Humans and countless hours of training and sparring among other Sangheili, he learned the intricacies of using a blade in a variety of contexts, and against different opponents. Given his people's respect for swordsmanship, it was this accomplishment, perhaps more than the others, that most helped him to ascend the ranks of the Covenant. In the end, it was not accident, nor fate, nor genetics bestowing natural talent that created the warrior Vael became. It was pure, earned experience.

In the closing years of the Human-Covenant war Vael had ascended all the way up to the rank of Zealot, and in the final months, he had remained on High Charity after accepting an even more honored position. He was present when High Charity arrived at Installation 05…and present when the San'Shyuum wholly betrayed the Sangheili. Being stationed on the Covenant Holy City, he was a part of some of the thickest of fighting against Jiralhanae-led Covenant forces, then later the Flood as it infected the city. Ultimately, he did escape the parasite and went on to join the Fleet of Retribution to cleanse Earth of the Flood. From there, he took part in the Battle of the Ark, which finally put an end to Truth's Covenant.

Following the end of the war, many Sangheili returned to their homes, to their clans. Many of those allied with one faction or another, but Vael did not do so immediately. His life had been one of honor and war, but most of all service to a faith he now knew to be a lie. Shortly after the Battle of the Ark, he secured a small ship and simply…left. He was not seen in Swords of Sanghelios space, nor that of the UNSC. With the exception of a single re-fueling run on Squala, it was as if he had vanished from civilized space.

Then, after a year's absence, Vael suddenly returned to Sanghelios itself. He pledged his service and loyalty to the Swords of Sanghelios. Given his history, he rose quickly through the ranks. However, those who knew him before the war would have saw some changes in him. He was more reserved, both in terms of speech, and in a more cautious, calculated style of leadership. Perhaps the most notieable change is that, while he still kills his enemies without hesitation, he no longer shows the same eagerness to take glory in battle. He no longer demonstrates his pride in his kills, nor intentionally seeks the most challenging of foes. Despite all of this, his effectiveness has not diminished. He continues to be an honored warrior among the Sangheili, but for those who knew him before, one cannot help but to wonder what else has changed within him. Despite this, he has been chosen for the Aegis Team as a Sangheili warrior with enough skill and experience to be comparable to a Spartan.

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Vael 'Virisusai

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As the charge was planted, Vael took up a position prone, obscuring himself as best as he could on the edge of the ridge. He braced his carbine between two rocks and set his sights through his scope on one of the doorways. There were just a few chokepoints that the enemy would be funneled through once the fighting started, so they would want to maximize the damage they could deal in that time.

The detonation sounded out like thunder, though the roar of the storm still overtook it. After a moment, the whole platform in front of them started to list to one side, but Vael adjusted his aim to keep it trained on the doorway. The moment he saw movement, he opened fire. The green glow of the projectile lit up the area around it in the rain, though it cut through the air in the blink of an eye. The first one hit was an Unggoy trying to rush out the door. The carbine shot pierced his torso armor, followed by another, and another. Plasma and bullets joined in pelting the doorways. Unggoy that tried running outside at first were cut down in the doorways or shortly outside, but the better-shielded Kig-Yar and Sangheili could make it farther. The team on the closer ridge could not keep the doors suppressed indefinitely as they started to need to reload or let their weapons cool, but the marksman team on the other ridge would find the targets scattering across the platform had been softened.

[Assistant]
Spartan Lucas Ryker

Having set up just behind one of the few rocks actually sticking up on the ridge, Ryker set his shoulder against the back of it along with resting his DMR against the side, aiming at the doorway he could see. The others had all set up with their own lines of sight for the crossfire, so as soon as their resident demolitionist blew the charge, they'd begin. As he waited for Grikgar's confirmation and the boom, time seemed to slow down for the SPARTAN-IV, even as the Unggoy's verbal confirmation came in. This was a key mission, he would help here to shut down the turret, kill it's crew and then follow up with oversight to find out if he was to remain with the team or move on the Zealot that had been mentioned in Sydney during the briefing.

However, as the bomb went off and the tower listed, he focused back in on the mission. The first enemy Unggoy out was dropped by someone on the other side, and soon he could see Sangheili and Kigyar running out as well. Noting one of the Sangheili with weakened shields, his silenced DMR fired, the muzzle flashing once as the round pierced shield and brain at the same time. The next muzzle flash dropped one of the Kigyar as it turned to fire on a carbine wielder on Aegis. This proceeded methodically, his muzzle never flashing more than once per target. However, they could only fire from the ridgeline for so long and eventually he radioed Vael. {Permission to move into close range combat, Commander? This will only work for so much longer.}

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Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Two big booms!

The path the unggoy ultra had chosen to keep him unnoticed was a bit more treacherous than he originally thought. Clinging to the stone walls and cliffs edge during a raging storm was the most fun he was having so far yet his main motivation other than completing the mission was knowing that his goblin was waiting for him with the hot drop of heavy weapons. That knowledge alone was enough for him to quicken his pace while he crawled hugging close to the stone and towards the platform.

Grik moved quickly under the platform and quickly looked around the pillars when something caught his attention. A small patrol of three Unggoy moving slowly under the structure, "why are we here?" one of the two orange-colored grunts spoke with an anxious tone. "Because yap-yap ate to much from the food nipple again." The other orange grunt retorted quickly. "At least I don't fall asleep on watch Blip." The red colored unggoy among them spoke with an irritated tone that made the other two shut up as the slowly made there way through and around the support pillars.

Grikgar knew he couldn't sneak around them forever and he needed to complete this quickly. Silently he moved from pillar to pillar until he was right behind the red grunt, ODST knife in hand. Plunging the knife into the back of the grunts neck and quickly with drawling it to lunge at the next closest squad mate who didn't seem to be able to react in time as Grikgar buried his knife in its skull. The surprise and hesitation from the third were all he needed to tackle him and swiftly break his neck in a choke hold.

Grikgar remained still and quiet for a few moments before quickly carrying on with his objective and retrieving his knife. Picking up a small piece of scrap metal from the ground and climbing up to the base of one of the exterior pillars. Grik knew where he was in relation to the rest of the structures and placed the magazine where the platform and pillar met angling it towards the intersection of the two, then he glued it in place with the adhesive of the first plasma charge he had.

He did this again on another pillar a bit farther in towards the other side of the structure he knew was above him but outside of the blast zone of the first explosive. using the thick chunk of metal, ammo, and plasma charge with this one facing it straight up instead of into the pillar with the chunk of metal against the platform and the other two layered beneath it. Quickly the grunt slid down the pillar and to the opposite side of the platform from the others stopping only for a moment to pick up two more plasma pistols and a couple grenades off the dead grunts before continuing to sprint to cover up the hill with a bit of a height advantage over the platform below.

Grikgar blinked his indicator light green twice to signal the others that he would detonate the first explosive in 10 seconds. The reason he went to so much trouble to set up and layer the explosives like he did was to create a shaped charge that would sling a piece of super-heated metal through the structure along with the explosive. 4… 3… 2… 1… BOOM! A blinding light and deafening explosion for him but it was enough to shift the structure slightly. Then the dazed and disorientated defenders would wander into a kill zone.

His allies were making good work of the situation, Grikgar stayed hidden but watched with glee as the defenders began to rally themselves into cover and began to put up a fight. By what he could tell at least some of the defenders began taking up positions near where he had placed the second explosive. That is what you did after all, one explosive to scatter and send your prey into a choke point or central area then detonate the second explosive for maximum effect.

Sending a message to the rest of the team, {"Hold for secondary explosive."} The glee in his voice was nearly unprofessional but he did not disappoint, setting off the secondary explosive and hopping his shaped charge idea would help to cut a hole in the platform and scattering the defenders once more.

[Assistant]
Yalu 'Suumko

Yalu was less precise than his squadmates opening fire. The grunts were easy pickings. The elites and jackals might actually triangulate them. Yalu peered through his scope looking for Kig-Yar holding long weapons. They got a needle to their shooting hand, or their jaws. Disabled as they were, it would only add to the confusion. Sangheili caught a burst of needles until their shields flared. The light made them easy pickings for their marksmen.

Time came to reload. Yalu rolled from his prone position behind a shrub on his back, took a couple of plasma grenades, and tossed them over to the enemy in a high arc. The reload came after, timed to spot the enemy by the time they decided to move away from the explosives. Wouldn't be long before it was time to assault the platform itself.


[System]
Notable Parents: (EX: Baralai and Paine or any main or supporting character in the games.*Note those two are taken unless you want a brother as a character in the story*)
Age: 18 or the ronso equivalent
Sex: male
Hair Color: white
Eye color: blue
Appearance: A typical ronso. Slightly taller and more muscular than a human with blue fur and a medium sized horn.
Weapon: A lance
Any Armor: Ronso chest plate
Biography:

Bohdan hasn't lived much of a life yet. He grew up with parents who were very sink-or-swim, because they believed that would make him a strong ronso. As such, he has always enjoyed a good deal of freedom and has become an experienced and strong individual relative to his young age. Not long ago he decided that there was more to the world than Mount Gagazet, and decided to go on something akin to his own pilgrimage, only instead of defeating Sin like a summoner would he intends to see the world and find useful knowledge he can bring back to his people.

Personality: Stoic, but not mean or unpersonable. Bohdan gives his respect to those who show strength. As with most ronso, his loyalty is hard earned, but incredibly strong.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there?

He is if that will help the plot.

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Gippal watched as Zanka as well as Tirk were slammed out of the sphere by Alex. There were a few times she managed to knock him from the sphere as well...But instead of sitting there he moved towards her, knowing her next move and sure enough she kicked it towards him. He caught the ball but was slammed in the back. Grunting he gripped the ball tightly before being slammed again from the side.

"And it looks like Gippal is getting the brunt force of the Abe's anger today people. Some of those hits got to hurt."

Grinding his teeth he managed to see the next one aiming for him, He waited for the last moment before sticking his arm out, and instead of taking the hit, he pushed the mans head down which caused the momentum to go under him. He then placed his feet on the mans back before propelling himself towards their goal.

Two of the defenders came at him as he dropped the ball. "It looks like he's going for the shot!" one announcer said, "perhaps not the best choice seeing how Abo is wide open again."

He kicked the ball, but it wasn't aimed for the goal. It slammed into Duncan's face, the left defender, and bounced back to Gippal, who spun around and kicked the ball again with the back of his right foot.

"WAIT Could this be!?" The Announcer yelled

 The ball then slammed into Jerald's face, and back to Gippal as he barrel rolled a few times to build momentum, "It looks like the Jecht shot!" He then kicked the ball with his left foot sending directly towards the goal...Slamming the goalie in the chest and knocking him back into the net, the ball bouncing into the side of the net.

"Goooooooooooooooooaaaal Wow people We now see someone had been practicing, creating his own shot similar to Tidus's Jecht shot. It looked like it hurt those players, Never Have I seen a shot from that distance knock a Goalie into the net."

Gippal smiled and nodded while pumping his fist above him. He moved back to starting position. He looked over to Urick and Eva, at which he saw Urick's nod of approval and Eva jumping up and down cheering. He smiled then looking towards Nai for moment, pointing at her then towards the goal, as if saying that was for her.

Abo swam by and patted him on the back while he turned to nod to him he looked at Alex to give a Thumbs up for her Defense and passing.

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Urick looked at Sai as she spoke to him, saying she understood he didn't say much, but would still like the answer from before. He did know what he wanted to say, but it would be quite impossible for him to explain it to her. He simply nodded a few times, trying to show that he would. He noticed Eva with her eyes on him, Narrow as if she was interrogating him with her eyes. But she simply looked back to the sphere.

As the game begun, Urick could have told anyone, if he could talk that was... that Gippal was going to get knocked around quite a bit from his former team. Sure enough a foul hit right off the get go. Gippal simply told him to bring it on. When the ball went onto the Auroch's side of the sphere it was quickly intercepted by Alex. quickly knocking two men out of the sphere and a woman away from her. Dodging two more at the same time. She was truly graceful in the water, He couldn't help but smile at seeing her at work.

[Assistant]
Alex watched as Gippal managed to catch the ball before being bombarded. In which case, the white haired striker managed to pull off something a bit unbelievable. Pulling off a shot like Tidus's Jecht shot... How the bloody hell did he managed to pull off something like?! Still, as he looked over to where Urick and that girl were surely sitting before looking toward Naisha. In which case Alex glared as he gestured toward Naisha and the goal. His reasoning better be good over this met or he's getting double the pummeling.

The white haired man then started looking toward Alex and gave a thumbs up, the red head's eyes blinked softly before scoffing and giving a thumbs up of approvement and a job well done in return before continuing the game.

The game went on for awhile, the Aurochs being a deadly opponent since both Gippal and Alex were in it and on the same side. The Abes had difficultly keeping up, managed to land a couple scores but had trouble landing any thanks to Alex's powerful fast tackles while Gippal racked up scores.

Now, Gippal had the ball and was of course about to get hammered by some Abe's. Quickly, Alex darted foreword, swimming right in his path and taking the tackle. She grunted, but the Amazon woman quickly threw him off, sending him propelling through the water with her greater strength. However, when she was tackled from behind, they hit her right just bellow her left shoulder blade causing her to grunt painfully at the sore move. Growling angrily, she tackled him and propelled him out of the sphere.

"Ohhhh looooks like a foul play was made on the Crimson Valefor. Doesn't look like Alex's shoulder isn't too hot! Will the champ have to step out?"

Alex could hear the announcer before moving her arm, growling as she forcfully shoved her shoulder back into place. It hurt, but she wasn't about to let it kick her out before the game ended. Slamming into another player about to tackle against Gippal.

"Looks like Alex is as tough as ever! She's still in! And defending her teammates to the max!"

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As the game began, it was good to see that Gippal at least wasn't out of form. He was swimming faster than she last saw him 5 years ago. His movement also became a lot more refined overall. Nai concluded that whatever he was doing for the last years he was missing, he at least didn't overlook his training. It was also almost enjoying to see how all the body tackles from the Abes were concentrated on Gippal.' They must be holding a grudge huh?' Nai thought with a smile and closed her eyes. Remembering the feeling of water around her, but was suddenly dragged away from her memories by the commentary as she opened her eyes just in time to see Gippal pulling of a very specific looking move. The mage's eyes narrowed... he had some new moves up his sleeve. That wasn't something he used at all 5 years ago, it must have been created after that. Then the white haired man proceeded to point at her clearly meaning this goal was for her. She waved his hand at him in not pleased fashion then she showed him 2 fingers, indicating she wanted at least 2 more goals from him before the end of the match. She was going to work him hard on that field. The sponsors for the team depended on this match. Depending on the performance of the team, there were going to be a few more signing up. She was still the manager so she couldn't leave that opportunity go away.

 "Coach, pull a time out . Alex may have fixed her shoulder back in, but that needs to be checked now. Before they start to target it more. " Naisha pulled out a com sphere and called Tidus. " Also change formation, they are targeting our Aces too much. We cannot afford any too serious of injuries in the first match." She stated with a very demanding voice.

[Assistant]
The pale woman had her arms folded across her chest as she lay back in the same relaxed position as before. Her crossed leg bounced lazily up and down as she watched the game. Her vibrant eyes followed the players quietly and she gave no indication of joy or usual coliseum enthusiasm like the summoner beside her. Saina didn't take much interest in what she was seeing with the exceptional brow quirk at brutal plays like Alex throwing people out of the water sphere to a single nod when she found something she liked happening, like Alex defending her teammates. The same went for anyone in question on the team, but she didn't give anything more than that. In fact, when Eva started to clap and cheer for her team, she turned her head to examine Eva. Her behavior did match the majority of patrons in the stadium with the exception of herself, Urick and a handful of others around the enclosure who were probably dragged here against their will. Seeing the summoner happy brought the dim smile back to her face. Then, when she noticed her worry and wonder once her cheering had died away, Saina frowned. The summoner looked so nice when she was smiling, it made her look incredibly approachable and friendly with a carefree aura. A complete foil to the pale woman's own. Taking this into consideration, she turned to the summoner.

"...Would you like something, m'lady?"

She asked this with a slight gesture to the workers travelling up and down the stairs offering refreshments ranging from valefor-shaped cotton candy to other local treats. Her eyes locked back onto the sphere when Gippal began his specialty move. Watching the carefully executed precision, her eyes widened only slightly. And then he turned to the mage from yesterday in some sort of 'This is for you,' gesture. The whole thing brought a cheshire smile to Saina's face and she chuckled airily. What a charmer.

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Eva looked over to Saina wide eyed when she asked if she needed something, pointing to the treats the workers were selling. "Oh..."A smile came onto her face. "I'm fine thank you Saina. I'm gunna wait till after the game to get something to eat..." She turned back to the game to see Gippal use his special shot he worked on the last two years that she knew him. To actually see it in action was another thing. Especially when it knocked two people in the face. It must of hurt, but the way they were being mean she didn't feel sorry for them.

She then notice Gippal point to someone in the box next to them, indicating that shot was for them. She wondered who it was to... was it that girl from before? Naisha was it? Maybe he was trying to get on her good side again. She continued to watch the game when she came to the realization it was turning more to a brawl than a game with all the tackles on both sides. It looked like Gippal and Alex were getting the brunt of it. She knew Gippal was a tough man, and by the looks of Alex she was tough as well. But it was only a matter of time before one of them got seriously hurt, and as she thought of it, Alex protected Gippal but hurt her shoulder in the process. But just as quickly she popped it back into place. Definitely super tough in her book.

[Assistant] Bohdan showed up next to Cassius. "Hello, I'm sorry it took so long. I must have slept in, somehow." Bohdan noticed the machina that was now following Cassius. "Hm. Most impressive, I look forward to traveling with it, I've never seen such a machine before." Bohdan had little to do in the way of preparation, he was wearing all of his possessions and had what little money he had in a coin bag. "I am ready to leave if you are." he said.

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Cassius hid his blush by staring at Helios.
"You didn't... see anything did you...?" he said quickly.

Helios examined Bohdan.
"This is Bohdan. Helios, you're job is to keep him in peak condition. Heal him when necessary." Cassius said flatly.

"Right... Now the waiting game at the Beach." Cassius said waving at Bohdan to follow him.
The machine followed him closely while scanning the Ronso. "Did you eat breakfast? It is the most important meal of the day!"
"This will get old fast if he does this every day..."  Cassius thought to himself about how Helios comments on everything.

[Assistant] "I'm not sure what you're talking about, so I assume not." Bohdan said in response to Cassius' question. "Hm, and come to think of it, I suppose I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I can wait, however. I'm eager to move on with our trip." He followed Cassius as he was directed to. "I... appreciate your concern for me, little machine." he said to Helios. "I also appreciate that you're willing to have your machine help me, Cassius."


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Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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@KazAlkemi@BlueSky44@Trainerblue192@Kirah@kittyluna45@DragonicQueen

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Amtrak Train:

Things were pretty calm for the most part now aside from the chaotic mess that was left behind thanks to the harpies, maybe they were just really hungry and wanted some food, but who knows what they meant. The group had a few scratches from the harpies, and were bleeding still luckily for them there was a mortal first aid kit just behind the food counter that Niah could grab. They could also use their own medical supplies that they managed to get back while they were at camp to. Then there was a door that opened as one of the train's conductors came in and inspected the damage, taking the bait that the feathers that were strewn around the room were seagull feathers. Seeing the three kids that were still there he approached them. "Are the three of you okay?" He asked looking at them.

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Kiera Donovan

Location: New York City
Skills: Hydrokinsis

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Kiera looked over to her girlfriend and smiled slightly. "I guess I get my looks from him then if you think he's hot." Kiera said teasingly giving her a slight nudge, she didn't think it was a bad thing. She had met him once during the whole Winter Solstice meeting that all the kids at camp went to at Olympus. It was the only time really that the demi-gods actually got to meet and interact with their parents, she looked over at Seraphina gently patting her. "It's okay he's actually pretty cool." Kiera told Sera trying to reassure her, as the meeting seemed like it had finally concluded as the merpeople that were in the war room quickly swam off somewhere else.

Hercules then coughed slightly to get his attention, as the god turned to look at the four of them, he smiled as he instantly recognized Kiera and Seraphina. He then made his way over towards them he then started to shrink his size until he was average height for an adult looking at the four of them. "My daughters, how are you?" He asked them as Kiera smiled slightly towards her father. "I'm doing well, we are on a quest actually, and were wondering if you could point us in the right direction?" Kiera asked, as she looked towards Leda and Sera. "This is Leda my girlfriend, Hercules and Seraphina." She said introducing the three of them. "It's nice to meet you all." Poseidon said giving them a smile.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Labyrinth
Skills: N/A

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"Lets keep moving forward until we find someplace to rest up at least then." Madalyne suggested, she didn't like the idea of being out in the open to much, but she wanted to make sure what her niece and Mary wanted to do as well to. She took out her sword just in case as she started to continue to move forward through the forest, she took a moment to look up seeing a few birds that were flying around. But she got the feeling that something was off about them. The birds were definitely giving her the creepy vibes as more continued to show up in the trees staring down at them.

"Be on alert." Madalyne suggested, as she paused for a moment as she could catch a glimpse of something in the distance and started to make her way towards it. It was what looked to be a cabin of some kind as she looked at Mary and Andy when she noticed that there were about a hundred more of those birds that were staring at them. When one of the birds suddenly let out a rather loud screech and swooped down with its claws managing to leave a rather nasty gash over her shoulder.

Then another two came down managing to do the same to Madalyne and Mary, which sent them all into a frenzy as the birds suddenly flew forward towards them. Madalyne wasted no time and made her way towards the cabin opening the door for them. "Get inside now!" Madalyne yelled at them.

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Kristin Reynolds

Location: Amtrak Train
Skills: N/A

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Kristin stood up slowly as she could see that the other passengers that were in the car that they were in were slightly panicked staring at the group of kids. Luckily Zeke managed to patch up Cassian as best as he could, she wasnt sure if there were any other monsters that were on the train, but they needed to at least get out of this train car. "Lets head on back." Kristin said as she moved back to the train car and held the door open for the group to get back through. She was surprised that Nancy didn't want the trophy at all and instead gave it to Janelle, and Demi of all people who was now another girl.

Once everyone was through the train car door closed and she made her way back towards her preivous seat, she was slightly bruised from the fight after getting smacked by the Minotaur but at least they had dealt with it which was good. She just hoped that they could get off at the next stop as she looked at Demi for a moment. "We can continue with the train ride over to where we need to go or continue on foot or whatever when we reach the next stop, it's up to you guys." Kristin said, she was fine with whatever the rest of the group decided to do.

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Seraphina Cedergren

Location: New York CitySkills: Hydrokinsis

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Seraphina was glad to be reassured. Her nerves calmed a bit, the pounding in her chest went away. "Well that's good to know." She sighed quietly. Now all she had were butterflies in her stomach. That feeling didn't want to go away. Gods she wished that it would. Sera always hated how nervous she got around people. She shouldn't have to be so scared to meet her father.

The young girl waved slightly as Poseidon came to the group. "He-hello." Her voice was soft, almost quiet like a mouse. "It's nice to meet you... father." She tried to speak up but she was still far to nervous. Hopefully the god didn't mind it. Hopefully he understood.


[System]
Character Sheet
Species: Kaleesh
Age: 21
Rank/Title: Knight
Planet of Origin/Birth: Kalee
Force Sensitive Y/N: Y

Appearance:

Just below six feet tall, Kyman stands slightly above average for his species. Despite this relatively normal height, for those unaccustomed to the sight of Kaleesh, Kyman could prove a striking sight, his traditional mask giving him the visage of something savage. As was custom on his homeworld, his mask, combined with his draping robes, leaves much of what he looks like to the imagination, his tusks being one of the few indicators of his physiology when in his garb. Despite this backwater connotation, he takes great strides to maintain his wrappings, robes, and mask, treating them with an almost sacred sort of care.

Behind the mask, Kyman is a reddish-brown hue, with scaly skin and sharp, pointed ears. From his upper jaw protrudes two, prominent fleshy tusks, while two smaller ones come from his lower jaw. His eyes, typically narrowed and questioning, gleam a dull yellow. A single, jet black braid is collected on the top of his head, tightly tied back.

Skills/Abilities:

Please list with most potent skills first.
- Form II/VI Specialist - Trained firstly in Form VI by his master, Kyman however grew fascinated by the styles of the Way of Contention, or Form II. The eloquence and duelist qualities of Form II earned his admiration, and so he took it upon himself to become a student of it, fusing it with his background in Form VI.
- Sun Djem - Kyman has honed his skill within Form II to focus on the art of Sun djem, the focus of disarming one's opponents by breaking their weapons or striking at their hands to force a removal of their grip.
- Breath Control - Long sessions of practice have allowed Kyman to hone his self-control to great lengths, allowing him to hold his breath for a long period of time with ease.
- Battlemind - Kyman's honed mind allows him to likewise persevere through his normal breaking point.

Equipment:

List here, item by item.
- Lightsaber (single blade, yellow)
- Utility Belt
 - Commlink
- Jedi Robes
- Face Mask
- Survival Pack

Personality:

Reserved and studious, to those familiar with Kyman, he exemplifies the concept of a silent work-horse. The way in which he regards his duties is best described as reverent, for in his training he has shown a nearly religious sort of tone. This of course makes him a prime pupil, willing to do whatever asked of him by his teachers, however, likewise it puts him at odds with those who chafe at his zealotry and especially with those he disagrees with.

Underneath this, Kyman struggles with the duality between his heritage and the Jedi Order. While the teachings of the Jedi have given a conduit for the warrior lifestyle of the Kaleesh, the apparent passive response of the Council in response to the ravages of the Mandalorian Wars has redoubled this inner conflict and shown to Kyman that some within the Order are more concerned with peace than defending the innocent in the field of battle. While these concerns have thus far been kept under wraps, the rise of Revan has, in a sense, justified the feelings of Kyman, and he feels a quiet admiration for the efforts of the Revanchist movement.

History:

Born on the planet Kalee, homeworld of the Kaleesh, Kyman ras Shevit would be born into a warrior-society, a harsh place seeped in constant tribal squabbles. The concept of a warrior was enshrined within this place, and had Kyman remained here, there was no doubt that it would be his place to serve on the field for his people, a cog in the machine for some warlord.

But that was not the case, and instead by misfortune, Kyman and his kin were the subject of a slaver operation. Taken by force, Kyman would lose his close kin in the ensuing battle, and so it was that he and many of his tribesman were imprisoned within ships, destined for some unknown purpose. As a mere child, Kyman's fate was headed towards a lifetime of servitude, but again the Force had other plans for him.

By happenstance, the slavers would find themselves pursued by an unknown vessel, one that hailed and demanded the release of all those imprisoned. Met with refusal, this strange ship boarded the slavers and it was to be that their saviors would in fact be from the Jedi Order. Easily overpowering the slavers, Kyman and his kin would be free, given the option to return home when possible. But in Kyman, the Jedi would sense a sensitivity to the Force, and rather than return him to Kalee without family, the Jedi offered Kyman the opportunity to return to the Jedi Order and be raised as a proper Jedi. Kyman accepted, seeing it as a sign that it was his destiny to become a greater warrior than any of his tribe, to avenge the death of his kin, and ultimately to become a hero.

Such high-minded ambitions were tempered by the training of the Jedi Order, and while Kyman retained many of his Kaleesh customs, he has adopted the Jedi teachings to moderate the aggression inherent within Kaleesh society. Studying under the Jedi who saved him from a life of slavery, a Kel Dor named Bo-Wen Pree, Kyman grew close to his master, and Master Pree was the force he needed to adapt to the Jedi Code. Now, having risen to the rank of Knight, Kyman sees this crisis as one that will allow him to put to practice his teachings and to prove that he has what it takes to be a warrior-Jedi.

Relationships and Acquaintances:

Jask Wohtan - By virtue of their shared master, it was inevitable that Kyman would grow to know Jask Wohtan, regarding him as one of his few friends and confidants beyond Master Pree.

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"30 minutes to drop. Prepare to board drop pods on the red light mark..."

Private Kal Vonden of the Republic Army felt the words go in one ear, then out the other. He stood by the side of the armory, clad in his suit of armor minus a sturdy helmet which was rested on a nearby table. The soldier's eyes were upon his sniper rifle as he gently cleaned it, handling the weapon like a prized artifact. It was his closest companion, a silent friend. Kal swirled an old rag around the midsection, then towards the front of the scoped blaster rifle. To anyone else, the weapon looked almost brand new, but this procedure was routine for the sharpshooter. He'd done it many times before.

Internally, his mind shifted through different thoughts. The Jedi around him, an unfamiliar concept to the enlisted military man. His mother had told him of the Jedi in his childhood, brave yet peaceful warriors that used 'the Force' to aid them in their missions of good across the galaxy. Kal had never asked her why she seemed to speak so highly of Jedi, perhaps she was just entertaining his young mind with old fables, or she had personally seen them. Now it was just one of the many things he'd never be able to say to her. Mom and dad were gone, he never even got to bury them.

Kal thought back to a recent dream, he rarely slept a normal schedule since his enlistment, more so since the death of his parents. His hand stopped moving along his trusted weapon as his mind swirled.

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He was back on Corsin, the beautiful jewel of its star system. He was standing on the beach, the same one Kal had ran across dozens of times in his younger days. He was barefoot, each step forward he felt the pebbles of sand shift underneath his footsteps. The sounds of his homeworld hit him like the thumping club music of Coruscant, birds chirping peacefully in the blue skies above him, waves gently crashing into the shores and the laughter behind him, his parents' as they stood outside his childhood home. Tall trees of green spread around it like walls of vegetation.

Kal stared into the crystal clear waters which surrounded the large island he lived on. The seas of blue rocked peacefully as gusts of wind blew the ocean's scents towards land. Nature seemed to sing deafly around him, tall grass swayed in the breeze. It was a picturesque summer's day, not a single cloud in the sky as the sun beat gently down upon him. He practically shivered as his head went through the dream. He turned towards his parents, smiles upon their faces as they waved towards him. The image struck him as something to be found in a tourist's pamphlet, encouraging people to visit the world.

Then it all changed.

The skies filled with grey clouds, the gentle gusts turned to howls. The heat of the sand under him rose, almost burning his skin. The oceans ran red as all the land's vegetation was as grey as the sky. Waves slammed into the shores, exploding like bombs. The birds above had been replaced with hulking Mandalorian ships, as they flew with terrifying screams. His home had been burnt the ground, the trees around it filled with flames in place of leaves. Kal's parents were gone, in their place only ash which was swept with the powerful winds.

He remembered waking in a cold sweat as reality returned.

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Kal nearly dropped his rifle, one of his hands clenched into a shaking fist. He remembered his hatred for the Mandalorians, how so many others must have felt the same way. Then he breathed deeply, as the calm, cool Kal was once more in control. Dreams were not to be taken seriously. His grief filled mind was playing tricks on him.

Once more he resumed the ritualistic cleaning of his sniper rifle.

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Being shot out onto a dustball in a modified escape pod barely bigger than himself to seize a gigantic war machine was hardly where or how Par''brishan'Zahed though he'd find himself supporting the war effort. He dreamed of fighting bitter battles on heavily populated planet, valiantly protecting those who could not protect themselves. Then again, he wasn't really sure what he had expected when he signed onto the Revanchist movement. Would anyone remember him? Would they call him a coward for fleeing to the Mid Rim, for abandoning from his duties as a Jedi? That was an anxiety that had been brewing in Par ever since he set his robes aflame in that Dubrillion fields, all those years ago. Fortunately, most of the Jedi recruits had seemed younger than him, idealistic Padawans and Knights with the same burning desire to protect others with their actions, rather than their ideals.

A cold feeling stirred in the pit of Par's stomach. He had seen violence before -- too much violence, some might say --, but he had never participated in full-scale warfare. He shifted uncomfortably; calling IRSOG 37's operation full-scale might be a bit of a stretch, and the words networked autoblaster and turbolaser batteries didn't exactly inspire confidence. Par took a moment to examine his surroundings. The sterile ship. The sound of Republic troopers and Jedi alike preparing for the encounter below the only thing giving the cold room life. The soldiers, some of them freshly recruited, sealed inside faceless helmets to become nameless war-machines that so eerily resembled their Mandalorian foes.

Mandalorian, too -- that was another word that caused his stomach to churn. They had been the ones to shatter the Order-instilled belief that Jedi were somehow above those blind to the force. The sight of his master succumbing to bolt after bolt after bolt of laser fire dispelled that illusion in seconds, as did feeling of the same happen to him seconds later. It took Par a moment to get that terrible image out of his mind, hand grazing over the part of his chest wehre the scars he gained that day ached with a phantom pain. He took a deep breath. "Thirty minutes to jump." Now wasn't the time to be getting second thoughts. His hand moved from his chest to brush over his set of lightsabers nostalgically; he concentrated on the comforting weight of the blaster pistol at his side. He had grown in six years.

He hoped it would make him ready for what awaited them below.


[System]
Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

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

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

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

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

Sex: Male

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

General appearance:

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

Additional Appearance/costume:

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

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

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

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

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

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

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

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

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

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

Sex: Male

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

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

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

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

Place of birth: California

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

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

Brief History:

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

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Heidi slowly got to her feet. Emma was right. There were no casualties despite this group of ill-experienced, volatile mutants going up against somebody with such a dangerous power. Even so, Heidi knew she needed to be prepared next time. She was already starting to think of scenarios and plans that would have had a strong chance of working. She just didn't think of them back then. She didn't want to think of them back then. She was scared. She didn't want to handle the responsibility, because if she ordered everyone to follow one of her plans and it didn't work due to the millions of margins for error that not even she could take into account, and somebody got seriously hurt as a result of that, the guilt would cripple her for life and she knew it.

She had known she'd taken a tumble through the window, but she'd pushed that to the back of her mind while she was focused. Now she no longer was, and the adrenaline was wearing off. Her body was aching, and every single small cut she received from the glass started to sting. It didn't help that her brain is twice as sensitive to pain as everybody else's. Without another word, she slowly walked towards the transport.

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Heidi entered the transport with a red face, puffy, glistening bloodshot eyes, and slightly wet lines down her cheeks from each eye. She sniffed, and sat down. With a voice that started off wavering, but steeled itself into a clear, calm and concise pace and volume, she recounted all the events of this mission from her perspective to the listening Sage, from her noticing the floor, to getting sick, to being blasted through the window, to watching the fight with the mysterious mutant, to charging up Shawn, to the mutant's escape. All of it very well explained and detailed though still to the point, with a very lean and conservative choice of words to convey the most meaning in the least amount of time. Heidi didn't even know she was doing this. Running through every possible way to word a sentence and choosing the best one just came naturally to her. At least, it did for reports and factual descriptions. When it came to actually conversing normally with people, that was a completely different matter.

[Assistant] There was a small jolt when the plane began to move straight up, and Bonny looked out the window to see the ground grow farther and farther away. It was a little nerve wracking, seeing the ground move away so quickly, but luckily they started to fly forward after they had gotten some altitude. She continued to look out the window for a little bit, watching the now tiny people and cars drive and walk around, before her escort grabbed her attention again. Remy. His name was Remy. "Nice to know your name, Remy. I'm Bonny, as I've… already said and you already knew". She furrowed her brow for a second in thought before speaking again. "You used to teach there though, right? What's it like? What did you used to teach? And do you just pick up random students that are found that you have no idea what they do and escort them now for a living, or is this like a side job or something?" He seemed like a drama teacher to her, with how… dramatic he was, but that wasn't the most pressing question she had posed. There was silence for only a second as she added one last question to the pile; one that she thought she should know the answer to, "Do … do the people there know what my powers are?". The last question held a tone of nervousness to it- she would prefer to keep that information to herself for as long as she safely could. In case people got … uncomfortable around her.


[System]
Age: 27

Appearance:

House: Jakob claims his hereditary from House Frey however it is highly doubted, especially by those who know how he came to power.

Family:
Mother - Brielle 'Frey'
Father - Unknown
Brothers - OPEN
Sisters - OPEN

Skills: Jakob is a skilled fighter, a fair tactician and also an accomplished player of 'the game'. His upbringing was part of this, having learnt his skills and talents through trial and error. In the way of making his way to power he became quite the adept player.

Weaknesses: Jakob's main weakness is his total paranoia, he trusts nobody and has had many friends, as well as enemies, executed.

Weapon: 'The Scythe of the Freys', a dig at the the fate of the Frey family.

Title: Lord of the Crossing

Personality: Jakob is a man who can come across as totally friendly and polite when in fact he is already plotting your downfall. He can laugh and have a joke but when business is at stake then he is deadly serious. He also is looking for a wife and allies, since his ascension to power did lose him a lot of friends.

Bio: Jakob's birth and early childhood are shrouded in the mists of time and intrigue. All that is known is that nearly eight year ago he appeared at the Twins claiming to be from an illegitimate line, fathered by Black Walder. This was doubted at first however some amorous love letters between Jakob's grandmother and Black Walder made Jakob's claim more believable and he was taken into the court as another member of the Twins guard. From here his dastardly work begun.

In the many years since Walder Frey's death the Twins had been in political turmoil. The multitude of offspring each fought for their own right to rule House Frey and it's rightful successor. This meant the number of Freys had dropped quite significantly, some leaving to find new lives, others being forced to leave for the wall and a few finding early graves. Family means nothing for the Freys and by the point that Jakob arrived at the Twins there was only half a dozen Freys left, and a number of them were leading ragtag bands, trying to take their birthright.

Jakob was expected to exist and soon die however he is not that sort of man. He started by organising the soldiers of the Twins, patrols of guards increased in frequency and their behaviour turned from abusive authoritarianism into a proper force of policing the law. A number of the pretender Freys were hunted down by Jakob himself and during this time he made many connections and friendships with men, and women, of importance throughout the hold. With such loyal behaviour the remaining Frey lords and ladies gave Jakob the right to be a true Frey and not the bastard he was considered. From then things changed, the guards would escort the other Frey lords everywhere they went, almost like house arrest. Meanwhile other bands of guards begun to systematically imprison, and then frame, men of power who opposed Jakob. Planting evidence of conspiring with traitor Freys. Trials were held and every man that Jakob's death squads picked up was executed as an enemy of the Throne. The guards believed that Jakob was trying to take power through them, however the truth was more sinister.

2 years ago Jakob seized power, he had a large number of guards stage a coup and Jakob then went onto 'save' the Freys from the coup but 'lost' them in the chaos. Eventually the Frey's bodies were discovered 3 days later by the waterside, the official cause of death being drowning. The instigating guards had been arrested and were executed very quickly by Jakob. As the last remaining Frey Jakob ascended into power, despite outrage from the courts around Westeros, and clever political maneuverings and intrigue closed every alley of investigation. Leaving Jakob's word the only one to be accepted.

Since then the Twins have prospered, new trade agreements have left Lord Frey with many lucrative deals and investments into the armed forces and and land. Over time the populace have come to accept Jakob as their new overlord though many believe he is not done planning yet.

Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner.

Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days.

Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.

[Assistant]
Ser Vernan Lannister

The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon.

Khailey Lannister

The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.

[Assistant]
Ser Vernan Lannister

He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye.

The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself.

"It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."

[Assistant]
Khailey Lannister

Khailey had just spotted her father speaking with John Stark, which she found a little odd, when suddenly she heard someone speaking to her and she stopped and turned to see a man that she did not recognize approach her. He was clearly a knight and a lord of some importance, though, and she smiled warmly at him.

"And are you a sheep, my lord? I should think not. A man such as yourself should certainly be associated with something more noble than a sheep, don't you agree?"

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Gwayne Tyrell - Lord of Highgarden

It was a lovely day, wasn't it? It always seemed to be in King's Landing - the shining sun and the cool sea breeze - much like how it was back home, in the Reach. Of course, the same couldn't be said for the North. Gwayne found the reactions of first-timers to be an endless source of amusement; so dazzled by the extravagance and luxury of the Red Keep, they gawk like fishes while stepping on all the wrong toes. Still, he was confident that in time, they would learn - one had to learn in order to survive this nest of vipers.

In the Great Hall, the last of the lords and ladies were starting to stream in. As usual, Gwayne and his wife, Mina, had arrived fashionably early. It simply wouldn't do to be late for the coronation, would it? No matter how good of a position the Tyrells were in, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take. If he was to become Hand of the King, he needed to make as good of an impression as possible on the Young Dragon and his contemporaries. Of course, as the Lord of Highgarden, he had heard news from his whisperers of rebellion; of lords who thought Daeron was far too green to rule. Such words might've held no truth to them, but it was still something he had to consider. Although the Tyrells have always been the ones to flourish in times of adversity.

As he looked around, Gwayne noticed a few individuals of interest. Two Lannisters, a Stark, and the infamous Jakob Frey. His lineage was a source of debate amongst nobles, and even Gwayne himself couldn't help but feel a little unnerved by the young man. The Frey's might've been all but decimated, but Jakob seemed… unpredictable, to say the least, and that wasn't a quality he much appreciated. Perhaps it would be the best course of action to investigate. And so, Gwayne made his way across the great hall, approaching Jakob and his golden-haired companion.

"Lord Jakob, how nice to see you here." Despite the simplicity of his words, they seemed to spill forth like honey. He then turned to the young maiden after his greeting, lips curled into an endearingly lopsided smile. "And might I have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, my lady?"

[Assistant]
Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob chuckled as the Lannister commented on his position as a 'sheep'. It was a smart comment that seemed to draw him in, as well as completely avoiding answering the question, she clearly was a Lannister. Shrugging his shoulders he responded.

"We cannot all be as highly born as yourself, the Twins are not considered as noble as Casterly Rock. If you are a lion or a dragon then anything else is a sheep. Besides, my Sigil is my home, it would make no sense to call me a Twin." Jakob smiled about to further his questioning when Gwayne Tyrell arrived. It was an unwanted interruption however Jakob knew the game, and especially knew not to offend the Tyrells. Bowing curtly he looked at Gwayne.

"And Lord Tyrell, I assure you the pleasure is mine." As Gwayne then turned his attentions to his companion Jakob tried to bring the focus back to himself. "I was in fact asking my young friend why she was here amongst the noble rabble when her pride is up, front and center. In fact..." Jakob trailed off slightly as he peered over to the men and women forming up in front of the throne. "...I could ask why you are back here also. As one of the king's political wet nurses I would have assumed that you would be alongside the Stark boy." Jakob smiled sweetly, he despised an inability to stand up on your own and as far as he could tell Daeron had done nothing without the help of the Starks and the Tyrells. Screw playing the game right now.


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Cody stands at about 6 feet, and has a lean, athletic build.

Age: 31

Personality: Cody is calm and collected, he prefers analyzing and planning out a battle beforehand rather than rushing in. He believes that battles should always be fought with a plan in mind, and abhors those who rush into battle blindly. Although he usually works alone, he is more than capable of working well and communicating with a team. However, he can still commit some mistakes and misunderstandings when working with others. He is always seen wearing his full armor in public, as he feels uncomfortable taking it off unless he's around people he trusts.

Backstory: Born in the city of Hong Kong, Cody Liu had been fascinated by NC's ever since he first laid eyes on them. He grew up studying and learning about them, and when he was old enough, joined the Red Star NC academy in Beijing. Finding himself with a fair sync ratio of 75%, he passed pilot training with flying colors and was assigned the pilot of an unknown NC that Red Star had salvaged with its body intact. Proving himself to be a valuable pilot, Cody was soon promoted to lieutenant and fought across many fronts for Red Star. But during a mission defending a border city from a Volkov Industries attack, the population of the city, along with several Red Star NCs and one of his close friends were killed by a massive airstrike that was authorized by his superior officer despite his objections. He ultimately deserted the army and forged a reputation as a mercenary. Recently, he had heard news of a large-scale Red-star attack on the city of Darwin. Cody felt something inside him, despite not receiving any noticeable rewards it benefits from defending Darwin, he volunteered. Perhaps it was his hidden feelings of anger towards Red Star, or maybe a sense of justice in defending the innocent inhabitants of the city. Nevertheless, he's there now, ready to fight for the defense of Darwin and Haven as a whole.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Cody prefers staying in his mech, blasting away at foes from a safe distance due to the nature of his NC. His speciality is taking down targets as artillery, but performs equally as well at mid-range. He very rarely engages in melee combat, but knows how to reposition himself and keep the enemy away long enough for him to regain an advantage. Outside of his NC, he is adept in marksmanship, with his favourite firearms being assault rifles and heavy weapons such as rocket launchers and miniguns.

Notes: Cody really appreciates food, and eats rice with nearly every meal.

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Codename: Halberd

Body-type: Bipedal

Type of NC: Light Artillery/Minor anti-air/Long-range

Equipment and armaments:

Heavy plasma cannons: The Halberd posseses 4 Heavy plasma cannons, 2 mounted on each arm. Used primarily for mid-range and close-range combat, the cannons pack quite a punch and have a decent fire rate as well. The only problem they face is that they are relatively quick to overheat, and thus, must be carefully managed.

Ripper missile launchers: Two ripper missile launchers surround the cockpit of the mech. They possess 4 tubes each, and can fire a salvo of guided ripper missiles, which can be used against ground targets, but are more effective against aircraft. Alternatively, the ripper missiles can be replaced with lancer missiles instead, which function more like anti-ground artillery.

Mass driver cannons: The Halberd's most powerful weapons are its dual mass driver cannons, located on its back. They function best as long-range anti-mech weapons, and can fire armor-piercing rounds at incredible speeds. Although they possess immensely long range, they fire slowly. It is usually loaded with armor-piercing rounds, but can be loaded with different types of rounds as well, such as incendiary rounds.

Shield generators: It is also equipped with energy shield generators to protect it from enemy fire. The generators produce a slightly more durable shield as compared to other NCs.

Rocket boosters: Should the Halberd ever need to escape, it is equipped with 4 rocket boosters located on the back of the vehicle to boost its speed by a large margin. The boosters are quite powerful and can move the Halberd fast enough to outrun interceptor type NCs. However, the boosters guzzle down large amounts of fuel, and thus must be carefully used to ensure the Halberd does not run out.

Notes: The Halberd stands at about 7 meters high. It possesses moderate armor and a moderately fast walking speed. Its primary weakness is its lack of powerful close-range options, as it functions as a light artillery and anti-air unit. The heavy plasma cannons are deadly at close-range but have difficulty in aiming at closer targets as well. The Halberd's only option is to use its boosters to quickly enlarge the gap between it and its attacker, but once it runs out of fuel, it is incredibly vulnerable.

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Osamu looked human to some, but there was something off about him. Besides from his behavior, Seamus saw...imperfections. these didn't seem natural at all. But it didn't seem like a robot either. The Irishman saw nothing more than an abomination that was excreted out of a syringe. The mutant wasn't even born properly, let alone raised properly.

Seamus was the new arrival, yet even he could see wrongness in all levels about Osamu. The more he looked onto the vat-grown being, the more he didn't want to see. This was an affront to the laws of nature! After Osamu stopped talking, Seamus had to take a minute to recover his composure. His will to fight was bolstered from a desire to eliminate the mutant once and for all.

"I am not to be bargained with..." Seamus himself was familiar with the use of terror. Not negotiating with terrorists, the lad curtly shot down the offer and didn't even think that the artificial human would hold up his end. Turning to the Spanish queen, he said with a roused tone, "We're taking down that shit-from-a-syringe!"

Osamu should not have talked rot. While Seamus indirectly insulted his own leaders, he had bit of a disdain for artificial humans. Transhumans and posthumans were one thing to him, but vat-born beings? That was a horse of a completely different color in his opinion. God made men, but science made them equal. It's NOT the other way around!

[Assistant]
Hibiki: New World

The mess hall was empty as everyone was scrambling for the oncoming battle.

Hibiki sat at one of the tables, accompanied by a few unattended trays of food, tensely tapping his foot on the ground.

"Why did it end up this way?," the boy exclaimed as he placed his palms on his forehead while slamming the table with his elbows. His eyes welled up as his face quivered; then he screamed, "Every time, EVERYONE IS TAKEN FROM ME!" He pounded his fists on the table, resulting in a few containers jumping in the air to land back on the trays.

Teardrops began to thud on the metal surface as Hibiki crossed his arms and buried his face into his arms. "Surrender to them, Osamu-sama said", his whisper was muffled by his arms. Hibiki raised his head back up, his short black hair shifted back from his arms and his eyes red from sobbing.

"He said something about Terra as well...is it her?", Hibiki lost himself in thought for a second. "Does she even remember me? Would anyone even care on that side?", He shifted backward. After a short fall and a thump, Hibiki found himself looking at the ceiling.

He reached out towards a flickering halogen light, "Mom, what should I do? I can barely remember your face - Am I meant to lose you? Why can't I hold anything in this place?" He dropped his arms to his sides putting himself sprawled out like a T, "Father, the love you gave me caused me to cry, but what is happening now… If this is what pain is. It is far worse than anything you have done".

Feeling a pang of hunger, Hibiki staggered up and entered the pantry then took an apple. As it sat in the palm on his hand, a memory struck him. "This is where I first talked to Alexander isn't it. It seems to be so long ago. What will become of him? Feels like none of us have control over our fates, and it's just cruel". A fit of frustration overwhelmed him, as he hurled the apple at the porthole causing it to be scattered all around. His breathing grew taxed, as he screamed, " They are tearing down everything! But why? Why can't I hate them!? I can't seem to hate Osamu, Alexander or Terra for doing this! I can't even hate this feeling!"

Hibiki broke down into tears once more and collapsed onto the ground, "It would be so much easier if I could just…" His tears continued for a while before he could regain composure. With presence of mind, Hibiki made his way to the entrance of the mess hall. Before shut off the lights he whispered, "For once, could I actually keep my happiness?"

He then exited the room; not even Osamu's good graces can keep him from being called to pilot Titan Breaker for long.


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Alias: Blitz

Position: eleventh grade (high school junior)

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

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

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

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

Sex: Male

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

General appearance:

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

Additional Appearance/costume:

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

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

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

Place of birth: Massachusetts, USA

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

Medical information: Fit as a fiddle.

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

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

Name: Doctor Booker "Blake" Smith, PhD

Alias: Lightsmith

Position: Student Councilor, Therapist, Substitute Teacher

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

Sex: Male

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

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume:

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

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

Place of birth: California

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

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

Brief History:

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

[User] Chrys grunts, shifting mid air and drop kicking the man in the face. He shifts again, dropping to a crouch on the opposite end of the room as Croatus 'Noted the speed. I would say he and I have an equal reaction time... But I am hardier.' Keeping an eye on the man, Chrys shifts his staff back to himself and focuses, slipping into a combat stance. "I will keep him busy." The air around Chrys seems to wobble and darting forward into a shift to bring him in the man's blind spot, jabbing him in the small of the back with one end of the staff. Kicking off the ground Chrys shifts himself to a safe spot, shifting his staff for his bow and sending an arrow at the man.

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"Wow, you're right, Shawn, that is a really stupid plan. Well, I think it would actually work if you can pull that off, but there's no telling the effect it will have on you!" Heidi spoke into the comms as she thought about all the possible options. The thing is, she was too scared to suggest any of them as they were very complicated, a lot could go wrong, and she still wasn't emotionally ready to trust the lives of anyone to her plans. "....Fine, Shawn, but the moment I suspect there's any harm to you, I'm stopping the beam and getting you out of there!"

She took aim with her Gauntlet, charged up a shot, and then fired a continuous stream of plasma at Shawn. She hoped to god that this plan worked, but if it didn't, she wouldn't let anyone get hurt in the process.

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"An interesting set of abilities, yet no real group cohesion. Should make for an interesting team should they get the time and proper training." Crotalus mummers as he takes the kick to the face. When the staff connects with his back his hand whips back brushing it, sending a charge of radiation into the staff, instantly causing it to heat up. "200 degreese, and raising 50 degrees every six seconds, should melt in two to three minuets." he says to it's wielder. Rolling with the hit to a handstand, pausing to note the teleporters location, then points at him and blast him with a almost invisible beam of pure radiation into the boys hand, searing the flesh and frying it. "To assume without proper study is to fail." Crotalus states pinwheeling his feet to snap a kick into the oncoming girl, redirecting her momentum towards one of the pillars, then using the spin to regain his feet and stepping quickly next to a well dressed youth near one of the tellers.

Nate and Nate wince as first their team mate's are tossed around then start to cheer as Chrys attacks back, only to cringe as the man seems unfazed, retaliates. They can smell the putrid ozone and cooked flesh, not a pleasant smell. As the man flips from his hands to his feet almost too gracefully and moves next to Chris, Nate and Nate finish positioning themselves above the man. "Now or never they whisper to each other, crouching on the ceiling, then they spring strait at the man. "God's if you are up there, please let this work." They whisper. And then he man looks right at them. "Oh shi....." They say in unison.

[Assistant]
Despite the pain, Chrys only smiles. Shifting his staff off, to prevent the heat from being just mildly uncomfortable, he looks at his hand. 'This pain... This is actual pain, huh.' A strange light seems to appear in his eyes. "You really think that a little burn like that would take me down at all?" He feels the rush of energy flowing through as he places his good hand down, getting ready to spring forward. The berserker mentality is what the prof called it. Having such a high tolerance to pain, anything that made him feel it makes him feel alive.

Taking in every aspect of the room, the man, the team members and the radiation, Chrys closes his eyes and lets his mind go, spinning every scenario through his head in an instant and picking the best method of attack. "Shaun you'd better get back. It's about to become pretty chaotic in here." Chrys darts forward moving at a speed the man doesn't expect, and shifts, a loud pop being hear as he vanishes. Seconds later he appears to the left of the man and vanishes in what can only be described as an explosion of air, rippling through the room. Chrys vanishes again with another pop and does it again, above the man. The assault continues, with Chrys appearing in random spots bringing in massive amounts of built up air with each disappearance.

Chrys does it one last time and drops to a knee, breathing heavily as he kneels on the roof of the building. 'Equivilence Shift..." Chrys hurls up bile and a bit of blood on the roof. "I... I've done all I can... For now... I won't be able to use my power for a while. The cost is too high... He seems... A bit damaged from it.. Ruptured an eardrum..." Chrys hurls again. "Gonna rest... Now..." Standing and staggering a bit, Chrys falls over and passes out from the high cost of shifting such a large quantity of air to bring an extreme level of pressure onto the man.