[System]
Emet-Selch

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Character Summary
Aliases: Emet-Selch, Solus zos Galvus, The Architect
Age: Eternal
Race: Ascian
Place of Origin: Amaurot
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Sorcerer

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Personality

Depressed shitposter. Loves the sound of his own voice, and enjoys attention. Is very set in his ways, but very open to making others set in his ways too. He much prefers watching to actively participating in most situations, particularly combat. While he's fully capable of helping, he'd rather not, and he is sure to tell you as much.

Emet-Selch is a lonely old man who has seen the rise and fall of empires, and the development of new technologies. Little surprises him any more. That said, he's intrigued by new experiences, and is happy to force his company upon an innocent bystander.

This Architect of Empires has a certain fondness for children, and those who have suffered extreme hardship. Though he is not wont to admit it, he strives to make life a better place for those he feels are worthy of his attention.

Though his true name is Hades, he doesn't readily reveal it, preferring to use his title 'Emet-Selch' (pronounced Ehmitt-Selk). In Amaurot, the city of his birth, individuality was frowned upon, and as such names were much more personal in nature.

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Abilities

Creation Magic - The ability to take aether and shape it into a new form; including, but not limited to living organisms. This aether either comes from within, or from the surroundings. This includes life energies from other entities, however it does not necessarily have to kill the entity in question, and generally speaking it does not. This is in part because He has the ability to choose where he draws aether from, which can utilize multiple sources. This allows his magic to benefit from the collective strength, allowing them to be both stronger, and less personally taxing.

A strange quirk with Creation Magic is it requires absolute concentration, as the slightest distraction can alter the desired result. Even if you are attempting to recreate a familiar entity, it could change with a simple, stray thought.

Even compared to his peers, Emet-Selch is gifted in the field, which would explain his title of Architect. He is capable of creating an entire city with only a portion of his vast reserves of Aether.

Since Emet-Selch has a flair for the dramatic, he enjoys snapping his fingers in combination with creation. He thinks this makes him look cooler, or perhaps more worthy of adoration.

The Gift - The Gift (also referred to as the Echo) is a unique trait possessed by all those who made Amaurot their home once upon a time. The more complete an Amaurotine's soul is, the more powerful their echo. According to Lahabrea, it is the power to break down the barriers of existence; which is true to an extent. As such, it allows them a great amount of influence over the world at large, and the forces that control it.

Aether Manipulation - The ability to harness and utilize raw magical energy. This generally takes on the form of spell casting, but he is also able to track the flow of the life stream, and create rifts into the Void.

Shapeshifting - Amaurotine's do not have a physical form per-se. They are able to "pour" their soul into any "container" they see fit; being existing or fabricated. It is often used to take on the form of false-deities and powerful monstrosities—say Shiva, or Quetzalcoatl. Emet-Selch has his own form, taken from his true namesake; Hades. These forms are empowered by faith.

Despite the fact that Emet-Selch is fully capable of utilizing these transformative magicks, he prefers to stay with one form as much as possible, as too much alteration drains ones Aether reserves.

Ascian Prime - An Ascian soul made aetheric. It has the ability to control vast amounts of aether in a form suited for combat.

Hades - Hades' ascended form. It's capable of impressive feats of sorcery, conjuring dark-aspected aether to do combat. It has two forms; one physical and one aetheric. In his aetheric form, he is able to call upon the souls of the deceased to combine with him to grant him power.

Resonance - The ability to resonate with others' souls. This can be used for communication, and allows them to empathize with a person or creature's past experiences. They are capable of seeing the color and form of a person's soul, which allows them to easily identify an individual. Due to their nature, a soul is incapable of deceit—or at least the ones from Hydaelyn are.

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History

Born in Amaurot in eons past, he grew up in a utopian society, designed to allow all to flourish. Though treated equally, some were more skilled than others. As such Hades became a part of the Convocation of Fourteen—Amaurot's governing body, and bestowed the title Emet-Selch, the Architect. He was tasked with the construction and maintaining of the city's buildings and functions. It was no small feat, but he enjoyed his work.

This happiness would not last forever. Something about their star changed—the physical and aetherial realm began to warp their world beyond recognition, and this incited fear, and panic. Emotions they were unfamiliar with. The Amaurotines creation magicks became tainted, and they gave rise to terrifying abominations.

To this end, the Convocation of Fourteen gathered, desperate to find a solution to deliver them from destruction. They found the only way was to rewrite the laws of existence. However to do this, they would need to create a powerful entity; the will of the Star made manifest.

To create a God requires no small amount of power, and as such half of Amaurot's population was sacrificed to bring forth their salvation. And a savior He was, indeed.

However, that wasn't enough. All life was gone. As such, they sacrificed another half of their remaining population to seed the Star with life. Hades had lost so much, and was not going to stand for this. It was not fair what happened, and as such he hatched a plan to bring everyone back. By any means necessary.

His closest friend, Hythlodaeus, objected to his ambitious plan, which involved seeding life only to sacrifice their Aether. He believed it was their turn to exist, and that Amaurot's chapter had concluded. Not conceding, Emet-Selch was well on his way to enact his plan when Hythlodaeus, along with his followers, summoned their own god to serve as His shackles. The clash of these powerful primals caused reality itself to split into fourteen pieces; the Source, and Thirteen Shards.

Only Three Amaurotines were spared from the sundering. Not even Hythlodaeus survived the cataclysmic event, his soul being torn across all Thirteen Shards, and the Source. Hades' grief turned into madness, and he and the remaining two Paragons began to hatch a plan to rejoin the fragmented Star.

Longing for home, Hades would continue playing the role of Architect, creating grand, technologically advanced civilizations. He was proud of them, but he was constantly disappointed by man. They were selfish creatures who cared for no one but themselves. They weren't even truly alive. Merely ghosts of what could have been. This disgusted him.

He tried to grow fond of them, even taking up countless lovers throughout his lifetime. Still he found them wanting. Through his experiences, he confirmed his initial opinion that the only way to truly fix the world, was to rejoin the shards, awaken his god, Zodiark, and sacrifice the followers of Hydaelyn so that Amaurot may be reborn.

[User] A FFXIV RP between @Ninian as Emet-Selch and @Amaterasu as the Warrior of Light, Lumina.

[Assistant]
The Rak'tika Greatwood. A beautiful forest housing those who want for shelter from the blinding light that plagued the first. Deep within the forest dwelled staunch defenders—those who would protect the interests of ancient Ronka. Those who trespass on this sacred ground were met with swift elimination.

All but one man.

Resting quietly under one of the forests large trees was none other than Emperor of Garlemald revealed Ascian. Arms behind his head, a small smile twisted his lips as he enjoyed his respite in the shade. However his nap was short-lived, as he heard a feminine voice call out.

"You. On your feet."

Bleary-eyed, the man began to pick yourself up, raising his arms up in the process, "Well, well, well...." Yawning compulsively, the man moved to cover his mouth when one of the women raised their weapon at him. Raising his arm up once more, he beamed, "If it isn't the fabled Viis. The staunch defenders of Ronka! What an absolute honor it is to finally meet you! You know, they say that the Viis shoot first and—"

A lance made of ice fired dangerously close to the Ascian's head, plowing into the bark behind him. The one holding the threatening weapon was a youthful-looking Viis, shorter than most, with locks of red tied into a ponytail.

Spitting, the other woman spoke, pro-offering her spear to point it at his head, "Do men always drivel on like this, or is it just you?"

Smirking, the tired man retorted, "You'll be relieved to know that I am unique."

The purple-haired Viis was clearly agitated, throwing out her spear-less arm, "Enough! How were you able to sneak past our patrol? Outsiders are forbidden from entering or even gazing upon the ruins!"

Shrugging, the man finally put down his arms, "You aren't asking the right questions. Perhaps an introduction is in order?" Not waiting for a response, he continued, "I am Emet-Selch, and I believe you have met my acquaintances. The Allies of Ronka I believe you called them?"

Frowning, the red-head glared daggers into him, before offering her remark, "And why should I believe you?"

Looking almost offended, the man's eyes widened, "Why don't you ask them yourselves? They surely can attest to the credibility of my story."

Rolling her eyes, the purple-haired Viis put away her lance and gestured for him to follow, "Fine. Follow me, but if you try anything, it will be the last thing you do. Am I making myself clear?"

Sighing, he began to follow along, "Crystal."

Now within Fanow, the pair of Viis escorted Emet-Selch to his supposed companions. The entire way, the man couldn't help but look over his shoulder in worry, as the woman guided him in such a way that made him feel less than welcome. Finally within view of the Scions the man's eyes fell downcast.

"Oh, look who it is." The gunbreaker's gaze bore into the Ascian, disdain clear in his voice.

"Well... this is embarrassing. In my defense, they are surprisingly tenacious."

The purple-haired woman behind him seemed unamused, but the other appeared quite proud of herself.

"So—what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?"

[User]
"She is alive. She is alive, damn you!" Droplets of tears ran down the well-built Ronso's face; none could utter a single word of reassurance. Each one of them deep down wanted to believe the same, but seeing the endless abyss with their own eyes was proof enough to assume anyone who even made it to the bottom in one piece would've met their demise.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but our scouts have apprehended an intruder.", a sudden voice broke the grieving silence. What followed was definitely not an interruption the Scions welcomed, especially at the current atmosphere. The Warrior of Light barely spared the Ascian a glance, merely giving a small sigh in response at his ever sarcastic behavior.

"So—what trouble have you gotten yourselves into this time?"

People present at the venue all turned to face the Miqo'te, Lumina, for an explanation of the situation. While it didn't feel it to be a necessity to inform the immortal being of their every move, the dancer obliged to answer his inquiry. Retelling the events from the time after he 'conveniently' vanished in front of The Night's Blessed, to their current predicament had taken some time but finally, she ended with, "Y'shtola, she... She entrusted me the antidote to save her comrades but... I could've reached for her, had I reacted sooner..."

Clenching her fist in utter regret, the Warrior of Light fell silent once more with her gaze upon the bottle of antidote in her hand. Though anyone who fell into the pit would definitely face death, there was something about the sudden gust of wind that bothered her...

[Assistant]
"Well, well. What an intriguing turn of events." Though sincere, the man's tone was solemn, and considerably less flamboyant than their previous encounters. Looking to the Miqo'te, his brows furrowed, "My condolences, by the way. 'Tis never easy to lose the ones we love."

His gesture was halted when he caught sight of the gun breaker, Thancred's murderous glare. Offering a hand in gesture, he responded, "Well she is dead, isn't she? Wishing it were otherwise will not make it so."

The blonde-haired man responded with anger and frustration, "That you should be indifferent to her loss is no surprise. But to us, she was a friend. The best of friends."

The sorrowful words of regret from Lumina caused Emet-Selch to wilt some. "Come now, my dear. One cannot change the follies of the past. Perhaps you could have saved her, but think for just a moment. She sacrificed herself so that countless others might live. Is that not a noble death?" Frowning some, he continued, "Moreover, no one is perfect. Not even the vaunted Hero of the Source. You did the best that you could with the knowledge of your present situation."


[System]
"I'm sorry that I didn't do better."
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Ranking: Rook

Appearance: Nora weighs around 150 Lbs. and stands at around 5'11, something that always bothered her as she'd like to break that 6' mark. She prefers to keep her long blond hair in a pony tail with wispy bangs in the front. Due to her old, anti-social behavior and lack of past friendships, her skin color is much more on the paler side from not having much of a reason to go outside.

She prefers wearing just a simple t-shirt and jeans, maybe with a hoodie on over it if it's cold out. Due to her desire to make friends though, she wears a lot of skirts and more stylish tops in the hopes that they'll make her look better.

Skills: Nora is so terrible at cooking that she can find a way to injure herself even if the dish doesn't involve anything hot or sharp. She's fluent in both English and Japanese. Has hundreds of hours logged for several games, though has only adequate skill in most of them.

Sacred Gear: Nora has the Sacred Gear known as Crystal Corruption. It allows her to make crystals grow around the environment and her enemies. For example, she could crystalize the floor and make it brittle, or form crystals around her or someone else to protect them from an incoming attack. They would be similar to huge, sharp purple stalactites that come out of the ground (think Crystal Sage's White Dragon Breath spell from Dark Souls 3). With training though, she'd eventually be able to make them different shapes and sizes as well as be able to be more precise as to where they will grow so she could toss crystals like throwing knives or use them directly as armor, though this would certainly take months if not years to accomplish.

Magic: No knowledge of magic.

Strengths: Friendly, loyal to a fault, and a very promising Sacred Gear that has the capability of improving over time.

Weaknesses: Inferiority complex, feels the need to carry the world upon her shoulders, and an unfamiliarity with her Sacred Gear.

Personality: Nora was often bullied in previous schools she had attended, and whenever she had attempted to fight back, no matter how hard she may have tried, she always seemed to lose. Because of this, she suffers from an inferiority complex and never sees herself as being anywhere near as good as her friends and allies when it comes to a fight, constantly doubting her abilities. She also has a tendency to blame herself for any failure, even if she had little or nothing to do with it. On the positive side though, she's extremely loyal and friendly, willing to do anything she can to protect those she sees as her friends.

Nora also has a very geeky side she tries to avoid letting most others know about. In her spare time, she enjoys playing video games, her favorite being the Dark Souls series or reading comics. She enjoys both Western comics as well as manga.

History: Nora always seemed to be on the move. Her dad's job had her and the rest of the family moving all across the U.S., causing Nora to never actually try to make friends, since she figured she would just lose touch with them when she inevitably moved again. One day though, Nora's dad was assigned a new position that would require him to move to his company's offices in Japan. Saying that Nora had difficulty fitting in would be an understatement, considering not only her usual anti-social tendencies but the language barrier as well. After being enrolled to Shitenhoji Academy for several months though, the young girl began to believe that this might become her permanent home and began the frightening task that was making friends. Her early attempts would usually end in failure, though you couldn't fault her for trying.

After yet another day of coming home alone though, Nora found a terrible sight... her family was moving yet again. All that hope that she had of finally being able to stay in one place and fit in was crushed. All of the slow progress that she had made would be for naught. Or would it? Nora got down on her knees and pleaded with her parents to let her stay, making up the lie that she had joined a club and had lots of friends now that she didn't want leave. In a surprising turn of events, Nora's parents decided to allow their only daughter to live on her own while they moved back to the States.

Several weeks passed and, while she still had no real friends to speak of, everything seemed to be going okay. She was on top of all of her assignments, she had successfully learned the language and was speaking Japanese as if it were her first language, and she was living comfortably in a small apartment for herself. A perfect time for a Sacred Gear that Nora didn't realize she had to flare up suddenly.

While walking home from school, Nora noticed that after every step she took, small crystal-like objects seemed to grow from the ground. This strange development caused the young girl to panic, running like Hell to escape from her new abilities, though it would be as pointless as someone attempting to avoid their own shadow. Nora soon found herself surrounded by the crystals while standing on the roof of a large, abandoned warehouse where she would learn even more about her newfound powers. In that moment, she discovered that one of the abilities of her sacred gear is to cause non-living objects to become brittle if enough of her crystals form upon it, causing the roof of the building to collapse beneath her feet and send her plummeting to certain death.

Luckily for Nora, as she laid on the ground, buried by concrete, steel, and her own crystals, her savior came. Her Sacred Gear, though its potential still mostly untapped, seemed too powerful for it to just disappear with the girl's death, and she was given the option to become a reincarnated Devil. With her life quickly nearing its end, she accepted without a second thought. She has only been a devil for a few days now and is still learning the ropes.

Other: Character Theme

"I chooseth this fate of my own free will"

[User]
Shitenhoji Academy one of the largest escalator schools located in Japan. Often it was also considered one of the most premier but to most however unlike schools such as Kuoh who focused majorly on academics Shitenhoji was different and boasted high marks in both athletics and Arts. As the school bell rang to end the day students of all sorts left and began their after class clubs. Shitenhoji Academy made it a requirement that students join clubs or a committee as to better themselves and gain knowledge and skills that will aid them even out of the academy. This was often enforced strictly with the student council checking to make sure each student was at least part of one club.

Ixveria looked around leisurely spinning in what appeared to be a overly large office char with a large back. It made it somewhat comical to a outside viewer and she was sure that some of her peerage watching the scene was chuckling to themselves being the right bastards that they were at times. Either way she was bored and it was showing as she quickly placed yet another sweet into her mouth. Yes to the school Ixveria was the local sweet nut and also president of what was on paper a help group aimed to help students and others with their needs. This front helped with gaining clients for her peerage who was mostly gathered in the room. Dimitri being the flirt he was shown rubbing his cheek a red imprint of a hand clearly seen on his face. While Amelia being one of her youngest members was off in corner of the couch with her recent member Nora facing adjacent of her. Auriola was in the kitchen she had added so she could get easier access to sweets baking a cake of sorts to welcome the new member. Haku however was being his normal self as she saw him entering that left the supposed "supervisor" of the club Izumi though considering his role as a new teacher she was sure he would arrive soon.

[Assistant]
Auriola

"Happy...what could this day be called? Devil-Day? Demonbirthday? No, all too ominous..." Auriola pondered quietly, spreading a layer of powdered sugar onto the double layered chocolate icing-stuffed sponge cake she'd been making since classes ended. A blank expression rested on the artificial humanoid's face as she thought on what to write on the top in vanilla frosting...perhaps simply "Welcome Nora" would suffice, but it still bothered her that she didn't have the creativity for a new holiday for inducting new peerage members. From what Ixveria had described, it seemed the new girl had a rough time with her death...dying by one's own manifesting power winds up being a confusing mess the day you're resurrected.

Simply writing out "Welcome!" in the creamy white frosting, Auriola felt that cake would be satisfactory...though she'd have to make sure everyone got a piece before Ixveria. Usually her piece wound up being about half the cake for just the sugar...it honestly surprised her how eager she'd be to suck down something even with powdered sugar on top. That aside, the robotic maiden's hair suddenly pulled up into two twin tails, her right arm's mass congealing into a giant metallic blade, sharpened to perfection. "Hehe...Just leave this to me~" she chimed happily, personality suddenly shifted to that of a bubbly schoolgirl who just happened to be a death bot.

 Now that the Chastity Driver was active, her gargantuan sword arm slowly descended upon the cake, her tongue pushed out of her lips and up as she concentrated. If she could sweat, she would be right about now. With the platter only SLIGHTLY cracked in half, Chastity Auriola beamed, sword arm transforming back to normal as she put her hands on her hips. "Mm! Mhm! Absolutely perfect! Nora's gonna live it~" she said, before her hair suddenly fell back into its straight style. "Operation complete. she said, starting to place the pieces of perfectly sliced cake onto plates.

[User] "You could call it a Rebirth Day, Auriola." Amelia said from the couch, looking up from her sketch pad just as her robotic friend, used rather loosely here as Amelia was unsure how she felt about Auriola, used a knife that was way too big to cut the cake with as much precision as possible. The sight was rather comical and managed a provoke the beginnings of a smile from the young Dhampir before she returned to her drawing, popping a caramel cream candy into her mouth from the pile nearby. After Ixy, Amelia had the biggest sweet tooth in the group, though she wasn't nearly as bad as their king. For now, she was patiently waiting to see what they would get up to while making a sketch of their newest member, Nora, who was sitting nearby. She paid no mind to the other members in the room, save to throw a caramel cream to Ixy when their King asked for one in exchange for one of Izy's candies, and Dimitri, who she had to resist rolling her eyes at when the stupid vampire came in with a slap-mark on his face. The idiot never seemed to learn, did he?

[Assistant]
When Amelia had first begun her sketch of Nora, the newborn devil reacted by staying perfectly still so as to avoid messing up the young artist. Though she had no idea she was the subject of the piece, the modest girl believed that it must be something next to her or behind her. After all, she wasn't that interesting right?

Her attempts to remain still though would be ruined when the peerage's resident android would turn her arm into a large sword, most likely capable of cutting through a person like a hot knife through butter. Letting out a quiet yelp of surprise, Nora's body reacted on its own as she made a small jump in her seat. She wasn't afraid of Auriola or what she was planning do with such a big blade, it was simply a surprise to see someone's arm suddenly become a weapon.

Once Auriola had finished cutting her cake and placing it on plates for the peerage to eat from, the blond teen awkwardly asked the robot girl, "I-is this really for me?" She hadn't expected the group to be so welcoming to her introduction. She hadn't expected hostility either, but... Honestly, she didn't know what she should have expected walking into this. Being a reincarnated devil was a completely foreign idea to her.


[System]
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Birthdate: June 30th, 2263
Birthplace: Ruins of Seattle, Washington

Personal Information

Current Occupation: Hunter and scavenger. She has spent most of her life sifting through the ruins of the Old World as well as hunting for game and generally manages to find just enough to make it from day-to-day.

Work Ethic: If you can manage to get Lorelei to be passionate about something, she will pour her entire being into it. If the task at hand is not something that interests her, then she will solely rely on her talent (even if there is none to speak of) to get her through.

Combat Strategy: Lorelei never allows herself to be compromised in close-range. She is at her most comfortable at high ground with a scope, where she can carefully dissect a situation and articulate her plans in a stepwise motion.

Experience: Rumored to have been liable to kill from a half-mile away. Her time spent in the wastes turned her into an excellent survivalist; she understands terrain and traverses it exceptionally well, and has developed a very tough exterior.

Organizations/Affiliations: Independent

Style: Lorelei wears different iterations of the same outfit almost every day. She wears a long hunting coat with many accessories attached – such as extra shells, bear traps, tourniquets, a knife, and a vial of antivenom. Underneath the coat, she usually wears a tee of some sort and a pair of well-worn jeans.

Preferred Weapons: Her father's scoped bolt-action rifle, which has seen years of use, and a desert eagle pistol with some sort of inscribed sigil on the grip that has been taped over.

Habits and Mannerisms: Lorelei will often hum underneath her breath while idle and is very fidgety; she will always be moving in some way shape or form, whether it be running her fingers through her hair or tapping her hands on a solid object. She will generally smile and chuckle if she runs out of possible options to respond to a situation, even if it is a particularly bad one.

Medical Information

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Blood Type: O-

Preferred Hand: Left-Handed

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Hairstyle: Whatever suits her on the current day. Her hair is medium/shoulder-length, but occasionally puts it up into a ponytail or bun to keep from waving into her face.

Skin Tone: Pale.

Complexion: Freckled.

Makeup: Occasionally scrounges some together and puts it on, playing make-believe as one of the leading ladies of the old world, but it never lasts.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Body Type: Ectomorph

Build: Decent muscle mass considering her small frame, but recent malnourishment has rendered her quite thin.

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Cup Size: B

Shoe Size: 7

Birthmarks/scars: One lone distinct scar runs vertically down the right side of her face.

Energy: When in good health, she has exceptional endurance, gained from her cross-country treks with the 80s.

Senses: They are very potent and very accurate, rendering her paranoid of her surroundings on many occasions.

Addictions: None to speak of.

Mental Disorders: Anxiety.

Expressiveness: If one manages to get close to Lorelei, then her faux tough exterior will dissolve and her rather silly, creative nucleus will be apparent. She generally articulates her thoughts and emotions in an enigmatic, riddle-like way, and only those close to her can aptly solve said riddles.

Biography

Lorelei says very little of her old life. She's from a place far west; this much is known. However, the details and the motives are vague, and she intends to keep them that way. There is a layer of shame that clouds her memories, and only the recent days have any sort of articulation...

She spent several years in the Capital Wasteland, living on her own amid the chaos of the wastes and scavenging like a desperate vulture. Lorelei was a nostalgic one; over the years, she'd collected many old world relics and became well read in the texts of the pre-war landscape. It wasn't long before she grew bored of her lifestyle and scenery and moved on, trudging toward the Commonwealth and setting up inside Goodneighbor. There she remained until the word of a peculiar settlement emerged. Lorelei had to see Salem for herself.

[User]
Inquisitor Carver

As he made his way up the hill from the docks, Ian came across a young woman with a Brahmin inside of a ramchackle pen. A settler, from the look of it, probably come here to make a life for herself.

"Calm down, Bessie, Mary's here to make you feel better," the woman reassured the Brahmin as she begun to milk it.

I suppose she's as good a person as anyone to begin asking about the Children of Atom, he concluded.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I trouble you for a second?" he asked, walking up to the makeshift fencing. "I've only just arrived here from up north and I fear I am lost. Could you please help me out?"

He didn't want to lie- such was unbecoming for one of Atom's faithful, especially one tasked with seeking out the truth- but it would be necessary to mislead somewhat, to omit some detail to avoid turning the town against him. They would eventually be privy to the truth of his affiliation and intentions, but for now, he would have to keep it under wraps, lest a misunderstanding arise that could cost him his life.

"My friend Giraud is looking to do some trading, but we've heard that this place has had some...trouble. Specifically, trouble involving the Children of Atom making the area outside the town less than safe. Might you know anything about them? And more importantly, can you offer us any information on how we might avoid running afoul of them while we're in and around Salem?"

All of that was technically true, and he didn't necessarily need to know where to find the Children of Atom; it would be enough to know how one would avoid them.

[Assistant]
Mary Hawthorne - Her House

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I trouble you for a second?" a voice called out to her. Mary looked up from her milking to see that the stranger had walked up to the edge of the enclosure. He was a tall, red haired man with familiar tattoos on his face. "I've only just arrived here from up north and I fear I am lost. Could you please help me out?"

"Certainly, Mister", she replied, not showing a even flicker of recognition. "Where are you fixin' to go?"

"My friend Giraud is looking to do some trading", the man continued, "but we've heard that this place has had some...trouble. Specifically, trouble involving the Children of Atom making the area outside the town less than safe. Might you know anything about them?

"The Children of Atom?", Mary said. "I've heard tell of them. The tenets of thier Faith are certainly novel, to say the least. They don't seem to be very friendly, haven't heard a kind word about them since I got to the Commonwealth. They seem to keep to themselves, though....if you steer clear of the places they like they don't go out of their way to vex you none."

"And more importantly", the man added, "can you offer us any information on how we might avoid running afoul of them while we're in and around Salem?"

"Certainly", Mary said as she stood up. She pointed down the road south, past the Diner, where in the distance a large brick structure loomed, shimmering in the afternoon sun. "they don't come in to town that I've seen, as far as gettin' past them jes' follow the road there. The road forks just outside of town, stay right or you'll walk right into them. Follow the road 'til you get to the old Witchcraft Museum there....it's the big brick building down there. Speaking of that, it's safe enough to walk by, but it's not the safest place for prospectin', even in daylight, if you get my drift. The road branches just beyond that, keep going South and you'll get to the Cannery. East of the road is pretty much the Children's...west of it isn't any better, though....Raiders and Gunners, I hear."

"Anything else you need, Mister?" Mary asked.


[System]
Other:"Why does being bad feel so good?"

Username: FancyKiddo
Age: 18

Gender: Female

Main: Evelynn

Appearance: Iris is one of those people who easily fades into the background. It helps that she's short (just about 4'10") and appears even younger than her age. She's not a particular beauty, either; one could not truthfully describe her as thin, and she doesn't dress in any way to draw especial attention to her good aspects.

Her Filipino heritage shines through not only in her height, but also in her very Asian facial features, long black hair, and skin color. Thankfully, she's put on her weight in a rather non-Asian manner, gaining some appreciable curves with the pounds.

Iris dresses in the most casual of clothes, often combining tiny shorts with long Tees and tanks, throwing a sweater on top, and calling it a day.

True Appearance: When channeling her main's powers at full tilt, Iris' appearance changes from head to foot. Most noticeably, she grows a few inches and her skin becomes a sickly, cold, blue-tinged color. Heels grow from her ankles, adding a couple more inches, and vicious guantlet-like nails grow over her hands. She even slims down a bit, as her mass doesn't change even though she grows.

Whatever clothes she is wearing become girded in belts and underwires, becoming more supportive and close-fitting.

Shadow Walk (Passive)- Iris fades into the background even more than previously, becoming supernaturally-difficult to notice or keep one's attention on unless she is drawing attention to herself.

In True form, Iris literally becomes invisible.

Hate Spike- When her negative emotions boil over, those around Iris feel intense internal pain, as if they've had spikes jammed through their torsos.

In True form, Iris has control over when and who her hate attacks.

Dark Frenzy- With a sudden burst of agility, Iris escapes, followed by an increase in movement speed.

Ravage- Iris tears into someone with her claws, becoming empowered to continue at an increased pace for a few seconds. Only available in True form, or if Iris is using a short bladed weapon.

Agony's Embrace- Spikes thrust from the ground around Iris, dealing health and prana damage to anyone nearby. This damage is siphoned into a shield surrounding Iris for 6 seconds.

Personality: Iris shares many of the faults of others with her sort of wealth, but can also lay claim to a few largely unique to herself. She doesn't quite understand the importance of money, and so can often be callous when faced with someone struggling in that field. Her parents have taught her well that if one really wants money, one will work for it, and that hasn't left much room for her to pity those who deserve it.

She's also guilty of having rather expensive tastes, and of being a snob when it comes to things that are lesser.

And, even given her great wealth, Iris can't help herself when she sees something that someone else has; she's a kleptomaniac of the worst sort, one who truly has no need at all for the things that she steals. Often, she dumps them as soon as she has gotten away with the crime, and the thrill is gone.

That's not to say that Iris doesn't have some good qualities! She is generous to those whom she does not believe will take advantage of her generosity, she's generally a fun person to be around, and she makes acquaintances easily, with an uncanny ability to remember names even if she's only ever talked to someone once, on the phone, years ago.

She's also learned, the hard way, what it is like to have good-weather friends. She doesn't trust others enough to rely on them any longer, but she is a very loyal friend as long as someone will have her.

Short Biography: Most people have very few chances to deem themselves "lucky" in their lifetimes; it seems as if luck gravitates toward certain people instead of dissipating evenly. Say they are born under lucky stars, or that the gods smile on them, or whatever you will, but it remains the same: some people just have all the luck.

Iris is one of those people. Well, rather, the son or daughter of her parents, one a CEO of a large technology company, the other the owner of a large diner chain, whoever that may have been, was one of those people. Just turns out that Iris was the daughter of her parents.

Hers was never a life of want. She had the nicest clothes before she could even appreciate them, tutors came to her house, and would be replaced if she did not like them. She ate the finest foods of the land, attended the nicest parties, and had the most pleasant nannies.

One almost wonders where things went wrong. Did her acts of rebellion start as a plea to get her busy parents' attention? Did she like going to the principal's office of her nice private school? Was there a special someone whom she wished to see on the police force? I suppose that, since not even Iris knows, it will always be a mystery. But what started as petty thievery quickly became an obsession, a compulsion, and quickly landed her in trouble. But hey, she likes trouble!

Her thievery introduced her to League, actually. She punked some small kid as he escaped from a 7/11 with gift cards in hand, and her first free RP cards were interesting enough to get her hooked on the game. She wandered without aim for a while, without a main, until the Safecracker Evelynn skin came out. It was too good a match to pass up, and Evelynn became Iris' main.

[User]
"Alright, alright, I'm staying."

As all the other people spoke up their concerns, Alexis sighed and crossed her arms. Maybe this was just a ploy for him to weaponize her newfound abilities. Wasn't too much of a way to figure out what the truth was, except for just letting things play out. That seemed to be the best way to do things around here, and maybe if needed, she could beat her way out of here. It didn't seem like it was going that way, but there still was an off chance that this was a facade. What were the odds that the government is running experiments unchecked and whatnot? Well. Better than Nova thought. But what were the odds it was for all of them?

The red-head shifted her gaze to Noelle, speaking up real quick. "Probably what Greg said. Seems like that's the only proper solution here. Quickly though, another girl spoke up, trying to bail out on this entire situation. "Respectable. Honest though, if she's gonna bail, that's more reason for me to stay." She turned to look to Ravello, with some sort of a questioning look on her face. "Gives me more of a reason to trust him honestly."

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Lucy Castillion

While the entire situation seemed all too weird, the results were pretty entertaining. Some small little magical abilities kicked in and whoop-de-do, free light show at the night. It seemed pretty fun, figuring out all of the things she could do, although it seemed like there wasn't all too much going on. At the moment? Lucy was pacing downtown, going to get a coffee before class, with her laptop in her bag. It was just a slightly new multi-purpose laptop her parents got her, to an extent to shut her up. Mostly, for her studies. And school.

Something seemed a bit different today. Other than the magic, that was. There was the slight bit of snow a bit ago, which was somewhat odd, though this was the northwest. Things happened. Lucy kept her backpack close to her shoulder, stepping into the coffee shop and standing in line. She ended up dropping her wallet as she pulled out her card, accidentally bumping into someone's leg as she reached for it. "Oop, my bad. Sorrryy." She spoke up, putting her wallet back in her bag.

[Assistant]
Iris did not realize that she had been holding her breath until it all came out in a sigh when Sully said that they could go. Sure, he followed it with some silliness about her getting hunted down again, but that had little to do with her. Hers was a family with money, and if need be, defense would not be hard to purchase. In fact, she would be unsurprised to find that her mother had already hired detectives.

And, more importantly, she didn't care because it didn't apply to her. One last check assured her that she had not turned blue, or suddenly adopted an outfit that would have shamed any BDSM fetishist, and nodded at Sully's offer, making eye contact.

"I'll take my chances with that. Get me home."

[User]
Gregory turned at the sound of another's voice. It was the girl who he had sat next to at the party. They hadn't gotten to talk much before being drugged and all, but she seemed nice enough. And she was like him, he guessed. "Yes, I have meeps. Well, meep, just have the one. Named him Lil' Greg. And he doesn't talk, I think, just sorta beeps and boops. And he's adorable... and missing." he added. He sounded ridiculous, but this was apparently the reality he was in.

Turning back to the Ravello guy, he decided to take start making some demands from his kidnapper. "Listen, I'm a trusting guy, and I prefer not getting killed, so I'm choosing to trust the guys who haven't killed us yet. But I'd like a couple things if I'm being willfully kidnapped. First, I'd like you guys to teach me how to do my Bard stuff, cause so far I've just had surreal hallucinations that turn out to be real." He couldn't wait to get to pass through walls and stuff. "Second, I want you guys to be working full circle on this madman trying to mess us up, cause I assume we all want to get back to our normal lives, even though they'll probably never be normal again since we have freakish superpowers." Gregory had to get back to his job sooner or later. His boss wouldn't tolerate another week long absence, not after that one time he went to a concert that got a little too out of hand and ended up in Alabama. "And third, why not some sort of welcoming party for us! Might make this whole situation less gloomy, and make up for the party you drugged us at."

[Assistant]
Sully Ravello

Sully looked at Garett momentarily, obviously considering what to say. He sighed briefly, "I assure you if you are then you have powers, regardless of whether you know that or choose to accept it." His gaze fell on Aliron. "Yes yes, we'll get you your suitcase." The tone of slight annoyance made it clear he had no idea why Aliron was so fixated on the suitcase but saw no reason not to grant the request. "As for your second question we did have some plans to facilitate you all adjusting to your powers but your participation would be entirely voluntary and for your own benefit as well as ours." Next Noelle. "We brought you here to keep both you and us safe, if you want to help us stop Mr. Viktor then we would not turn you down." Next Claire spoke up and was given a respnse. "Very well then, as I've expressed I will not stop you, though I don't envy you if he finds you. An assitant would help you find your things and lead you out, while properly blindfolded of course." He responeded to Alexis with a sort of tired thankfullness, "Well I'm glad that someone trusts what we are doing." Iris was quick to point out that she wanted to leave as well and Sully nodded, this had been expected after all. "Very well, you may leeave with Miss Claire." Finally Greg. "Thank you for your trust. We would be pleased to help you adjust to your new state and fully intend to get rid of this Mr. Viktor probably, despite how difficult it is." He paused at Gregory's suggestion of a party. "Ah, well, that is to say. We don't- Well I can arange a little something for our guests after all." He whispered something into the ear of a nearby assitant and she went scuttling off. "Miss Claire and Miss Iris, I simply implore you one more time to accept our aid. If you insist on leaving I will make arrangments for you exit. Anything else?"

[User]
Noelle was not really sure what to do right now. She was grasping to straws at the moment. She didn't want to stay at this place, but also didn't want to hurt anyone on the outside. She was dangerous, her voice caused normal people to be hurt too easily! She was afraid of her own powers right now. What was she to do?

 "I... I.... I...will ...stay.." She managed to say, her voice softly resonating throughout the room, but barely as she was trying to not hurt anyone... or cause lamps to shatter again.

 "Can't you remove...these... powers?" She asked.

[Assistant]
"Oh come on, why not stay?"

Nova looked to some of the others, who seemed intent on leaving, though she shook her head and turned away. "Whatever, can't stop you. I'm staying, might as well. I at least trust that Ravello is doing something right, or at least trying to make up for it." Nova looked to Ravello for some sort of support, nodding to him before shifting her attention. She turned to Noelle with a bit of a sympathetic expression showing. "Really don't want it, huh...? Seems like it's just been causing you issues."


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] "Now now Bilbo, no need to get so upset!" Gandalf protested with raised eyebrows. "They're quite a merry gathering, once you get used to them. All will be explained shortly when the leader of the party arrives."

[Assistant] "I don't want to get used to them. Look at the state of my kitchen! There's mud trod in the carpet, they…they've pillaged the pantry! I'm not even gonna tell you what they've done in the bathroom, they've all but destroyed the plumbing! I don't understand what they're doing in my house!", Bilbo was now rambling. This wasn't helping. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt. But what should do with my plate?", one of them asked the Hobbit. "Here you go, Ori, give it to me", the one named Fili from earlier responded. He threw it to his brother, who also throws it to another dwarf in the kitchen, they continued doing this with all the plates. "Excuse me! That's my mother's Westfarthing pottery, it's over a hundred years old!", Bilbo told them, almost going into a panic. The female heard music coming from the kitchen and she stayed in the shadows behind the kitchen door frame. "And…and, ca…can you not do that, you'll blunt them!" "Ooh, d'you hear that, lads? He says we'll blunt the knives!" "Blunt the knives, bend the forks" "Smash the bottles and burn the corks" "Chip the glasses and crack the plates. That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat. Leave the bones on the bedroom-mat, pour the milk on the pantry-floor, splash the wine on every door, dump the crocks in a boiling bowl, pound them up with a thumping pole. When you've finished, if any are whole, send them down the hall to roll!" Gandalf and the female were chuckling in amusement as they watch the dwarves clean up the dishes and cutlery as they sing. "That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!", the dwarves laughed as Bilbo walks into the kitchen to see all his plates and cutlery all cleaned and stacked.

[User]
Gandalf simply smiled cheerfully at Bilbo, thankful that the dwarves didn't do any of the awful things that they had said in the song, or else the hobbit would never agree to go. He counted the dwarves who were present and noticed that there was still one missing. Thorin had still not arrived.

No sooner had Gandalf thought this than there was a loud, thumping knock on the door that made all the other dwarves go silent.

[Assistant] As soon as the door was thumped against, and the room turned silent, all that was heard was the shuffling of the female, who has seemed to scatter and retreat into the shadows as if there was something to fear. Her outfit perfectly camouflaging in the darkness, except for her eyes. She wasn't to be feared by, not anymore, but this one dwarf wasn't one she was ready to come across.

[User]
"He is here." Gandalf murmured as he crossed the room, with Bilbo behind him and went to open the door. On the doorstep stood a dwarf with hair as black as the other dwarf who had come with his twin earlier, and silver-grey eyes that seemed to bore straight into your soul. He glowered up at the wizard as he stepped over the threshold.
"Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find; I lost my way, twice. Wouldn't have found it at all if it hadn't been for that mark on the door."

"Mark on the d-?!" Bilbo gawked at the dwarf in shock, then protested indignantly. "There is no mark on that door, I assure you sir, it was painted just last week!"
"There is a mark, Bilbo. I put it there myself." the wizard confessed.

[Assistant] Unknown to them, the female felt invisible to the rest of the company, hopefully able to make herself known. She was stuck in the darkness, but she was close to Gandalf. Finally able to walk out, she thought that introductions would be made first. "I'm not liking this at all", she whispered to the wizard, clearly uncomfortable in this kind of situation. Having a old grudge see his vendetta wasn't one she wanted to cross paths with.

[User] "Just relax, Maleficent." Gandalf shook his head to the strange female. "You are not doing yourself any favors by being so afraid constantly. You will never break free from your past if you cannot let it go."

[Assistant] As much as Maleficent wanted to hide, she knew she couldn't hide forever, especially from the likes of Thorin Oakinsheild. She made herself known, but kept her wings closed tightly against her body. "So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?", the new dwarf asked the Hobbit. "Pardon me?" "Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice?" "Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know. But I fail to see why that's relevant" "I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar", this made the other dwarves laugh.

[User]
Bilbo seemed put off by the dwarf's scathing comment, and in truth it hurt his feelings somewhat though he knew he couldn't let it show, so he simply shuffled past them and made his way to his armchair.

"Now that everyone is here, come, let us discuss things." Gandalf directed the others left in the hallway towards the dining room where the other dwarves were still waiting.

[Assistant] "What news from the meeting in Ered Luin? Did they all come?" "Aye, envoys from all seven kingdoms" "And what did the dwarves of the Iron Hill say? Is Dain with us?" "They will not come", visibly upset they all were, even Maleficent who sat beside Gandalf, but she kept a good distance from Thorin. She wasn't afraid of the dwarf, but she didn't want to cross him if they ever mentioned his father, whom she killed during her corruption. "They say this quest is ours, and ours alone" "You're doing a quest?", Bilbo piped in.

[User]
"Far to the east, over hills and ranges, sits a single solitary peak." Gandalf explained as Thorin unfurled the map on the table.
Bilbo peered over the dwarf's shoulder and read the label scrawled under the diagram of the single mountain peak. "The Lonely Mountain..."

[Assistant] "I figured", Maleficent thought aloud. "One of the last dwarven kingdoms of Middle Earth. Encased in a mountain, famed of its enormous treasure. Currently guarded by the great Smaug the Terrible", she said in grim when she looked over to the map. "Far into the Misty Moutains, it would be across Laketown, and from there, the dark woods of Mirkwood itself", she added when one of her finger cuffs trailed over the map in the directions she described. "If you're wondering, I've been there. I saw the dragon, I saw the treasure, I saw the darkness, and also, the sickness".

[User]
"Dragon?" Bilbo's face paled a little at the thought of such a gigantic beast. Turning to Gandalf accusingly, the hobbit jabbed a finger up at the wizard. "And you want to drag me into this?!"
"Now Bilbo, calm down..." Gandalf protested. "Just hear the plan out first."

[Assistant] "Yes, dear Bilbo", the winged fae answered him. "Airborne fire breather, a beast with razor sharp teeth and claws, with an extremely precious nature of anything metal" "Yes, I know what a dragon is", he stated back to her as if it was obvious. She didn't flinch, of course, since everyone knew what a dragon was. One dwarf named Ori, suddenly stands to his feet. "I'm not afraid, I'm up for it. I'll give him a taste of the dwarfish iron right up his jacksy!", the dwarves cheered him on. "Sit down!" "The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us, but we number just thirteen, and not thirteen of the best, nor brightest" "Hey! Who are you calling dim?" This caused everyone to talk at the same time. A huge thump silenced them as Maleficent's finger cuffs were slammed into the table, leaving trailing holes behind from the impact. Her anger was not to be underestimated, but she tries to control since she has been through something terrible. It was traumatizing, but who was there to blame? "One at a time", she told them before the cuff left the pigment of the wooden table. "We may be few in number. But we're fighters, all of us! To the last dwarf!", Fili told them with determination. "And you forget we have a wizard in our company, Gandalf would have killed hundreds of dragons in his time", his brother piped in. It amused the winged female to see these two together. For some reason, she felt close to them, spiritually. She did remember some parts of her past life, but she couldn't complete the puzzle by herself. She did remember their mother Dis back then, before she was corrupted. But the question remains, why did she feel so close?

[User]
At Kili's question, Gandalf fell awkwardly silent and simply smoked his pipe.
"Well? Give us a number!" one of the dwarves demanded, which sent the others into a frenzy again when they got no reply. This time it was Thorin who silenced the group by leaping to his feet and shouting out a command in Khazdul, thumping his fist sharply on the table.
When the noise died down, his gaze travelled to each of the dwarves before him as he spoke again. "I would take each and every one of you over an army from the Iron Hills...because when I called upon you, you answered. Loyalty, courage, and a willing heart. I can ask no more than that."

[Assistant] "The dragon Smaug has not been seen for the last sixty years. Eyes look East to the mountain. They assess, wonder, and weigh on that risk. The vast wealth of your people, now lies unprotected. We're not sitting back while others claim what is rightfully yours. Use this as a chance to take back Erebor. And claim its great treasure", Maleficent couldn't believe what she was saying. She was actually agreeing with their leader, surprisingly. She looked at the leader. "Use it, and find the Arkenstone", she added to him.


[System]
Age: 19
Appearance: Drake stands at 5'8", and is of a somewhat stocky build. His eyes are gray, and his short, thick locks are black in color with (permanent) red highlights. More often than not, he can be seen wearing black, and/or camouflage. He has two fashion statements: the first is a pair of black goggles with reflective gold lenses that he has strapped to his forehead. The second is a black balaclava with a fanged skull on the front in white paint.
Faction: The Forgotten
Personality: (Optional)
Notes: - Uses a military grade marksman rifle.
- Has a love of music, and keeps his iPod charged on a constant basis.
- Drake considers The Forgotten his family, and will go to any length to protect or avenge them.

[User] Shiba watched her as she went out to grab the cross then make a bad joke about it being a lower case t, honestly those jokes were just bad but Shiba couldn't blame her for trying to be upbeat. However once Shiba saw someone else come into view he took aim at them but saw that they came in peace to trade. The Mari made a signal saying to give her 3 minutes with the customer and he nodded. He went to his watch and started the timer, it was an old digital watch but it served its purpose and Shiba started the clock once they were both inside to start trading. Shiba then switched to his Remington shotgun ready to jump down and point the shotgun at their customer. Shiba will be damned if he lets anyone else get killed today so Shiba was ready to stick this right between the eyes and make the customers head explode.....if he didn't trade anyway....

[Assistant]
Charon raised an eyebrow as the girl before him mentioned free of impurities. It was a foil-covered plastic bag. There wasn't getting anything getting inside without tampering the with the bag, and he was sure those cookies were so chock-full of preservatives and grease, the only risk they offered was their taste going stale and bland. Well, maybe being paranoid was to be expected. He nevertheless parted with the bag easily.

"Here you go." He nonchalantly said as the Oracle's supposed guards swiped the bag from his hand in a rough fashion to present it before the girl.
Charon tucked his hands in his pockets, his head tilted somewhat. "Watched, right. Well It's okay. I might need the occassional person around to hold on the pesky books and bring the ladder, I guess." He scratched his head. The nonchalant attitude and casual dismissal of the kid made him wonder. Well, some of the rumours were true. But even so, beneath that oracular set up and intellectual approach, there's a 10 year old girl still. Charon smirked. Maybe he could attempt it.

"You seem to be bored out of your mind. As if you had expired your options long time ago. Well, I -am- always recruiting. How about you help me? You could pick a thing or two, you're smart. Very smart. Probably over 150 if we were to run an IQ test on you. And I so happen to be one of the last people who experienced the Old World education."

He smiled thinly. "I'll even let you piggy ride when you're tired."

[User]
"Any time." Abel replied, giving Drake half a smile. He stared at the ground, the dirt squished underneath his shoes, and ran a hand through his well-kempt, dark blond hair unsurely. "Well... yeah..."

Abel looked dismally at the dim, blue-gray sky, and his eyes begged it for answers as if it could tell him all he needed to know. "Everything went to hell, three years ago. Since then, nothin's ever been quite the same. Violence shouldn't be the answer, and yet here we all are. No government. No law. No enforcement. Just a bunch o' kids. If we had a government, we could order society. If we had a law, we could discourage crime. If we had enforcement, we could guarantee the other two," Abel rambled. Truth be told, without any central authority and only chaos between several struggling groups, things could only get worse. They needed something to bring unity and law to the land if they were ever to escape the cesspool.

"Those Scorps are dangerous. They were rich and powerful before everything went bad, but we're not big enough to take them alone yet." He shrugged and let out a deep sigh, and he looked around himself and spotted other members of the group, still hanging outside. "Let's go inside." Abel put an arm around his friend. "Is there anything I can do for you? To make you feel better or help you with any business?"

[Assistant]
Alice watched in horror, her cheeks growing hot, as that foolish, condescending man dared to patronize her in front of her entire court. Her eyes darted back and forth; everyone was now looking at her, their expressions ranging from excited expectation to fear. She was not know among her followers for her mercy; the last time someone had dared challenge her, she had made them the live subjects of a dissection. She hadn't watched personally, of course. She hated the sight of blood; it made her squeamish. But, this time, she had to make an exception. She couldn't afford to look weak in front of all these people. He had offered her a piggy back ride!

Two of her guards moved to block off the doors, assault weapons in hand, before Alice even spoke. Everyone knew what was coming - all that remained was the execution.

"KIll him!" said Alice, her voice coming out shrill. Immediately, all of the guards' weapons were trained on the doctor, and in a moment, they would fire. Alice bit her lip imperceptibly. She couldn't look away. This moron had earned his demise, and it was her duty to observe it.

[User]
Welp. I shouldn't have pushed my luck this far. Aw geeze. Charon displayed a disgusted, defeatist grimace for a second, before replacing it with a stern gaze. Before the Virus, a single gun would've him scared witless and visiblely intimidated, but now... not even the prospective of being torn to ribbons was able to make his heart skip a little. Sometime, somewhere along the way, his mind had cracked under the pressure, and he had subsequently lost a great deal of the emotion known as fear. He wasn't entirely sane.

But then again, someone sane would've given up on finding a cure long time ago. Someone sane would've sought to start over, instead of stubborningly clinging to an age that would never come back, and not making sworn enemies out of barely-living things like the Virus.

"Wait!" He said in a sharp inflection. "Before you do, though, I do have to warn you." Charon interjected his soon to be demise. "I am a medic. And I also happen to research the Virus in hopes for a cure." Of course, up to this point anyone could've said it, in a last ditch attempt to save its life. What set it apart was that Charon then added another sentence. "I so happen to keep samples in my backpack. So if a stray bullet did hit there... I can't guarantee the safety of this environment. Specially for people who haven't hit puberty yet. Like your leader. Me too but I don't really care about it, seeing as you're going to kill me regardless." Well, he wasn't sure if any of those samples were infectious, but he was telling part of the truth.

Without pause, he then added. "Then there's the fact that, well, you'll kill a much needed medic in this town... so next time flu, tetanus, pneumonia and all sorts of nasties come and knock your folks down... you might come to regret it. And that's it, i'm done."

Charon then spread his arms, a smile across his lips, the nasty glint of madness on his eyes. "SO HURRY UP! KILL ME! I DONT REALLY CARE! IN FACT, BEING OFFED BY CHILD WORSHIPPING CULTISTS IS SO FUNNY I CAN'T HELP BUT LAUGH!" Charon's eyes went wide as a muted chortle erupted into a spine-chilling laughter filled with madness.

[Assistant]
Erren stood off to the side of the funeral procession and watched from a short distance. He had connections to the people who were dead, of course, but he never really stayed with the Forgotten long enough to make any real bonds. The only two he actually had some kind of relationship with were Hans and Kim, but even then there wasn't much. He lifted his right hand and looked at the card he held; 17. Then his arm dropped to his side, and he stared into the distance and past the graves.
"Fear thee not, oh beautiful, for he is a dead man." he sung under his breath, flipping the card in between his fingers in a melodic fashion to the music. The only people there were Hans, Abe and him, which left an eerie quiet atmosphere over the graveyard only broken by the disjointed psalm or hymn or whatever the two were reciting. Erren then pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and slid the 17 back in, careful to aim for the exact spot it had left. Then he dropped it into his coat and pulled out a small revolver from his pocket, before spinning the barrel. He always kept one bullet in for times when he needed occupying.
"No bullet," he said quietly, spinning it again, "No bullet," and again, "No bullet," until, after 7 attempts, he said "Loaded," and emptied the barrel, the bullet sliding from the chamber where he predicted. Dropping that in his pocket, he turned and walked off with the revolver in hand, towards the Forgotten base.

[User]
Fox couldn't quite stop his small smile from turning into a grin, especially at the girls words, she was only a bit shorter than he was. Give it a few more years, she would probably be taller than him. Not that he really cared, height was never a serious problem for him anyway. Even if the whole 'not so good to eat once it has maggots' wasn't really a joke, he sure thought it was one. Even meat with maggots in it was salvageable. Strange people to let it something like that go to waste, he supposed.

"Yup, yup." He muttered, quickly closing the distance and following after the girl with dreads- choosing to ignore the fact she had raised three fingers into the air. Some kind of signal to someone he couldn't quite see. Not that he minded- he was here to do business, after all. Fox waited very patiently for her to spread the cloth out over the counter, humming very quietly to himself as he gently tapped his fingers against the straps of the various bags he carried.

The moment the cloth was down and she patted the counter, no time was wasted as he carefully slipped the first dufflebag strap from around his chest and onto the counter- quickly followed by two more. There was some clanking and clicking from all three of them and some blood splattered on the outside of the bags, but otherwise they seemed clean-ish. He left the bloodied bag that rested on his right hip alone, only sparsely touching it to move it out of the way while he picked up one bag and set it on the counter-cloth and unzipped it. Or well, tried to, it was stuck!

"Ran into some Scorps while traveling and figured I should deal with them while they were down." He mused quietly, his grin having vanished into a small smile. "Nasty bunch, they are. But they had some good stuff! Seems they had been killing all sorts of people, though. Tons of different shit they had on them, not raiding but... collecting, almost?" Fox made a slightly annoyed noise as the bag zipper refused to open, but after a few rough tugs it finally came free and he flipped the bag, spilling most of its contents onto the counter.

This batch of stuff seemed mostly clean, a few drops of blood on the items. The first bag, it seemed, mostly consisted of canned food and small blankets. There was a good variety among the canned foods too, ranging anywhere from potatoes to what appeared to be some ravioli. Fox then moved to grab both of the other bags and place them onto the counter as well, unzipping them without any problem, though he did not flip them. Instead he merely pulled them as far open as he possibly could to show all of their contents. In both of the other bags there were countless oddities and the alike. Partially filled gun-clips, some clothing that was relatively free of blood, a pair of shoes, and so on and so forth. A bunch of stuff though that was all still in relatively good use and repair.

"Oh. Whoops, that wasn't supposed to be in there." Fox said with a small grin, quickly reaching a gloved hand out to yank a small sewing kit with a large crack in the case. He promptly shoved the small case into one of the small bags that were attached to his belt, not having to even tare his gaze away from the girl. He hadn't bothered with anything that had been too bloody, having to carry around a dufflebag of three different heads and various limbs and sections of flesh, he honestly didn't want to carry anything with more blood than necessary.

[Assistant]
"Well, I suppose bringing the internet back is impossible," said Drake. He chuckled. "So getting yuri doujins is probably out of the question." He started back towards the shop. "Life goes on, Abe. And as much as I miss the internet and Xbox Live, I'm glad in a way.

"Not that I approve of billions of people dying, but the government we had was screwed up. What was wrong was the people on the far right, and far left. Nobody got anything done. Just politicians with fat wallets and their thumbs up their asses, being elected by morons. Garbage in, garbage out."


[System]
Class: Discipline Priest

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Gear:
weapon:

History: Witty, brash and carrying a world-weary sophistication about her, Alina is something of an anomaly in the eyes of the followers of the light. However, she has slowly risen to become a renowned Priest in the eyes of Stormwind...

Her early adolescent days were spent living in alley ways, stealing what she needed to survive from day to day in Stormwind. It was this lifestyle that led her to crossing paths with a Priest, only due to how she attempted to pickpocket him. It did not take the Priest long to sense Alina's affinity for the light, and offered to take her to the Church of the Holy Light so that she could gain a better understanding with the powers that were dormant inside her. However, her studies did not only consist of light, nor darkness, but rather, a mix. Her instructor understood that light cast shadows, and that darkness is defined by light. True discipline came from one's ability to balance these forces. And with this balanced teaching, Alina was able to grasp that the light is something that can be used effectively if she is doing what she believes is right, and so she doesn't act graceful despite being a priest.

However, Alina has an undeniable appreciation of the Church of the Holy Light, and though she may often question the teachings of them, her optimism combined with never-ending desire to prevent mass destruction makes her a valuable ally.

Why are you joining up with the Wardens: She wants to take action in the fight against the legion, and this was the perfect excuse to do so. She wants to use the teachings that she has learned and applied on several occasions for a greater good. Whether that is by afflicting minds or healing wounds, she has a vast arsenal of spells that she isn't afraid to use.

[User]
Calmly, carefully, Solares removed her helmet and placed it upon the table in front of her. The Wardens delicate Elven features were now visible. The turquoise markings upon her face were complemented by the navy blue hair that she kept quite short so that it was non-intrusive. The Warden had remained emotionless the whole time Melody spoke and asked questions, she merely served herself Drogbar Style Salmon and commenced to slice the fish into bite size pieces which she would then eat.

It would have appeared that she was completely ignoring the monk but when the Forsaken had finished her wave of relentless questions and criticism, Solares responded in full. "I spoke to Khadgar recently and requested that he give me the name and location of a well skilled Monk that he knew of. There's no way in the name of Elune that it's you, or Khadgar has a dark sense of humor that I do not understand nor appreciate in the slightest. Luckily for all of us, you are not required to be here. If you would like to take your leave and return to your Dark Lady then you are free to do so, immediately."

Solares took another bite of salmon and once she had swallowed, she continued to speak. "If you decide to stay with us, you need to understand that this is not a game called let's see how much we can anger the Wardens inside of their Stronghold. If it was I would have informed you that first place was returning to your Dark Lady as a pile of ashes inside of a box. I am not here to answer your questions or respond to your criticism. You are not here to ask or say such things. The sooner you understand this, the better. So now you must make a choice, can you follow my orders and obey the rules without question or will you take your leave and return to your Warchief?"

All of this was said in a calm, monotone voice that came from Soalres's emotionless face.

Nesalla gripped onto the hilt of her blade tightly and Solares kept herself on high alert, even the other Wardens in the room seemed to tense and ready themselves for a fight if it came to that, which it hopefully wouldn't.

[Assistant]
Thalion Runescar

Thalion followed the warden to the dining hall but could find no opportunity to relax or so much as glance around. It seemed nearly every fiber of his being was concentrating on the fouled the of people's here. Whom had taken an unhealthy attraction to his presence.
His little sidestep had offended the monster and now it wanted a little petty payback.

Thalion took a seat near the back of the table furthest away from Melody. The food was exquisite but the rogue chose not to partake. Poison was a common way to kill someone at a feast like this.
With the legion on full assault it wasn't an impossibility.

It had only taken a few moments for melody to begin her tirade of questions and outright rude insinuations. The Warden leader here made it quite obvious that she would not tolerate it.

Thalion stood up suddenly and glanced at those surrounding him one by one, then raised the cup provided to him (but filled up from a hip flask)

"I, for one, do not trust any of you. Not for your race. Not for your reasons to be here. I do not trust you because I've never needed to trust anyone. I hope you all prove an exception to this, though, so for now," He shot a quick glance at melody before looking to the warden. "Let us all agree on one thing." Thalion brought his cup up high in toast. "Fuck the Banshee Queen."

With that he tipped the tankard over and gulped down its contents in a single swallow before slamming it onto the table.

"Now. Stop wasting time. Where are we going and when are we leaving."

This wasn't a pleasure vacation. It was work. The sooner they got started the better.

[User]
Alina Erebos

Alina decided that she would sit far from the annoyance that the undead were proving to be, ignoring the monk's actions and words and instead focusing on the platters of food that waited before her and pondering the previous event that led to her current position...

The first thing that she recalled was the blood elf hiding behind her when the monk arrived. She remembered learning of how the scourge plowed through their territory, destroying the Sunwell that Sin'Dorei depended on. It made sense to her that he would feel unease around the remnants of the scourge because of that, even if they were both from the Horde. Then again, if her history was right, the blood elves were hesitant to join the Horde in the first place. Regardless, she felt some sympathy for him, nodding at him after he whispered his reasoning, and yet chuckling under her breath at him.

She had to admit, it was pretty funny. The elf didn't dignify the forsaken enough to call her undead, simply referring as it as a thing. She preferred to call them abominations, and firmly believed they should return to the grave they were risen from.

Back to reality, the elf whom once seeked shelter to her now stating he didn't trust anyone here as Alina requested tea. She would have been insulted had it not been for the fact that she herself didn't trust anyone else as well, however their reasons were scarcely similar. While they both didn't trust anyone here, Alina solely trusted the wardens and the paladin, all due to prejudices and biases she had already established. She knew not all paladins were righteous, but she herself wasn't righteous despite being a Priest. Seeing that he was a Draenei, it comforted her as most Draenei were.

She was glad that her tea was just right to drink as Thalion did his toast, raising her own cup and taking a drink to it. He went on to demand why we were here, or rather, where we would be going.

"I, too, am intrigued about where our next destination is. With each passing moment, our enemies roam and plot as we do. I don't find it wise to waste your time on the puny thoughts of an undead individual."

[Assistant]
"Fuck the Banshee Queen."

The female Sin'Dorei Paladin that had purposely positioned herself as far away from the others in the corner of the room scoffed at this comment in amusement. It was obvious that she did not agree with the rogues statement and could have found it offensive, if she cared enough about their opinions. After regaining her composure, she returned to her meal and book without causing any further interruptions. Both Solares and Nesalla glanced at each other for a very short moment, then broke eye contact. "Agreed, let us begin, there is no time to waste." Solares pushed her wooden chair back from the table and stood, moving to the back of the room where a large, highly detailed map of the Broken Isles had been permanently placed many years ago.

"As you all know by now, the Legion has returned to Azeroth. They pour from the Tomb of Sargeras in an infinite wave that flows across all, leaving death and destruction in its wake. While the troops from both factions hold back the tide of demons, there are certain highly sensitive situations in this war that can not be handled or taken care of by these heroes of Azeroth alone. The Wardens have mostly worked alone in the past but due to these desperate times and due our numbers being so few, we have had to make some difficult and desperate decisions over the last two week. This is where all of you come in, the Wardens have chosen each of you for your deeds of the past. Your skills and areas of expertise are exactly what we need for a number of highly important but exceedingly dangerous assignments."

Extending her right index finger, Solares pointed at the map of Val'sharah and spoke. "Val'Sharah lies north-west of where we currently reside, our first assignment will bring us to the Temple of Elune to help eliminate the Legion forces from its ground. They are taking heavy casualties while the demons push forward into the temple, we cannot allow that. That may sound simple enough but among this is the nightmare corruption that is slowly overtaking the land. We will want to avoid that and allow the heros of Azeroth handle that situation." Moving her right hand, she dragged her index finger across the map until it came to rest upon Black Rook Hold. "Our final destination upon Val'Sharah will lead us to Black Rook Hold, the former castle of the Ravencrest family."

"From our reports, Warden Maiev Shadowsong was last seen here with her brother, Jarod Shadowsong. You may not know the name but she leads the Wardens currently, she helped defeat Illidan, and played a key role in the battle against the Burning Legion during the War of the Ancients. If we end up meeting her, know that she is a living legend and there is a very good chance that without her help, current or in the past, many of the things we tend to take for granted would not be here. Show her the respect that she deserves, she has done and given more than you will ever understand. Take heed to my warning though, if there is any action taken against her, either by voice or physical, there will be severe consequences."

Solares moved back to the table but did not take a seat this time. She did however continue to speak, "I am unsure of what is happening inside of the Black Rook Hold. All we know is that the Ravencrest military has returned as risen, they are now attacking any and all that come near the hold. We will find out why they have returned and have found it necessary to attack all those that they use to help protect. You all have twenty minutes to explore the hold and pick one of the empty rooms as yours before we head out for the first assignment. We will be meeting at the north western side of the island where the docks are. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have until then, dismissed."

Nesalla had stood as well, motioning with her right hand at the group once Solares had finished speaking. "If any of you require assistance finding a room or your way around the Stronghold, please let me know and I or another Warden will be glad to help."

[User]
Rina Starbreeze remained to ask Solares about Maiev. Or namely remained next to the Warden, before she spoke up.

"You people do know, that arrogance is the first step into the grave?" she spoke, hood still up. "You say she was a legend and all that - yet have most of you forgotten why she was here?"

"Wasn't she the one to advocate isolation, racism and even treason against the leaders of the Kal'dorei itself?" asked Rina in a calm tone.

"What if Maiev is corrupted? Or twisted by the Legion? Weren't you Wardens once hunters of these Demon Hunters? In fact - didn't Maiev hunt the first Demon Hunter in existence, Illidan Stormrage?"

[Assistant]
Eantu sat down at the table in the dining hall as his mind raced through what the Wardens had said. The mission would begin in twenty minutes. The Draenei let a small smile form on his face as he grabbed a large glass filled with something that smelled good and downed it in one gulp. Black Rook Hold. The name made him slightly uneasy but this was his chance to fight the legion. His eyes returned to the Wardens as the subject of the Shadowsong siblings was brought up. He had heard of Warden Maiev Shadowsong, but the one known as Jarod, this was his first time hearing about him.

He pulled the sword off of his back and and he grabbed a cloth and began to absently wipe some previously unseen fel-blood off of it and he let out a sigh as he saw the sword had a small crack in it. Damn Fel-guards, their heads are so thick they do more damage with them then with their weapons. "I am curious, what happens if we don't find the Shadowsongs?" He asked carefully. He meant no disrespect to the Wardens but it was still a possibility.


[System]
Age: 18
Height: 5' 9''

Bio/History/Personality:From the moment he was born on the second of October in 1996, Aaron Deerling's parents had his life practically mapped out for him. They knew what school they were going to send him to, what kind of clothes he would wear, which instrument he was going to master and which teacher was going to help him master it. What they didn't count on was their son growing up with a serious lack of ambition. Aaron had no interest in succeeding professionally, though he does have a healthy interest in life. He would much rather sit in a camping chair, stare at the sky and listen to life than do anything academically satisfying. He is a sensual man that way, he enjoys touching things, looking at beautiful paintings, and listening to music. (that part his parents did succeed in hammering into his brain; love of the universal language, especially classical music and even Broadway musicals.)

It was his good fortune that his family decided to settle down in a small town. Aaron hates crowds and busy cities with a passion. Honking horns, people shouting, impatience, sometimes he just can't deal with it. Drama in general is a no-fly zone with Aaron. Before he turned eighteen, he was a nervous wreck. Every new day held something difficult to deal with, speaking in class, making excuses to teachers, even going into the store to buy something. It felt like everyone was watching him make an ass of himself. Thankfully, once he started working part time as a cashier at a convenience store close to home, most of these fears either dissipated or became bearable. He's on a new mission now; to relax.

However, when Aaron was growing up, there seemed to be something gnawing at him. It's difficult to describe a lack of something, but it's easy to feel it. Aaron felt it, and he heard things. Puberty came and went, and soon his started to hear his friends and peers talking about dating. Girls, checking out chicks, going to the movies, making out. It felt...foreign. Aaron understood what they were talking about, movies and television had taught him enough, and he had definitely gotten 'the talk' from his folks. But with him, it just didn't seem to click. There was no urge to do what they were doing. Dating and even kissing had no appeal to him, and not because he was busy doing other things. He had no fantasies about men, either. It wasn't about wanting something else, it was about not wanting anything at all.

For a long time, Aaron ignored it. He assumed that he just hadn't found someone he liked enough, or maybe he was just slower than everyone else, or probably everyone else was just obsessed with sex and he was the only normal one. In any case, one day he did a little research online and found a word: asexual. It was an eye opening evening, to find out in one fell swoop that he wasn't broken, that he wasn't wrong, and that he wasn't alone. It was so exciting to him that he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, or at least to his friends and parents. That's when the troubles started. And the questions, the disbelief, the doubt and the ostracizing. Half the school seemed to think he had been abused, or that he had been castrated. His parents prayed for him nightly. Aaron knew that it wasn't as anywhere near as bad as some people had it, but on certain days it definitely stung. Now he just tries to keep his head down and his mouth shut.

His father, Joel Deerling, has retired from his short but successful career as a professional public speaker. He now serves the community instead of working, helping out with the church, starting groups and helping out in general. His wife and Aaron's mother, Lisa, works full time as a saleswoman at a local car dealership. Aaron is currently seeing a therapist at his parents' request by the name of Dr. Charles Saunders.

Hobbies: Music, relaxing, bird watching.

Sexual Preference: Asexual and Aromantic. In laymans terms: Nothin' and nobody.

[User]
Waiting patiently for things to move along, Alver had little choice but to slightly pay attention to those around him to prevent boredom and irritation. Although most of it was just listening to the idiotic religious assholes gossiping and murmuring about others behind their backs. One of them being the pale colored man. The younger ones who still believed in silly rumors such as how he was some ghost, demon, vampire, some fallen angel shunned by God... Some thinking he had killed his own father. Some thinking he was some sort of deviant ready to cause some sort of trouble. Like kidnap their children and corrupt them in order to send them to hell. Some just making fun of his lack of color and freakishly tall slender stature.

Rotten Bastards.

It wasn't long until a young blonde girl came in with a little boy and a dog, walking to the supervisor and stating she was attending Youth Night before walking away. Alver noticed some additional whispers and the looks people gave around her. Since he wasn't quite involved with this town and religion in general, he wasn't quite sure what their problem was at first. After all, he was used to the obvious reason they had with just his born appearance. As the girl treated the boy in the motherly manner, he could slightly understand. The girl seemed a bit young to have a child, at least, according the people of SaintKrest. Something about not having sex before marriage, and at the proper age of eighteen when kids are considered adults. This girl didn't seem older then eighteen, nor did he see any father figure. The man could be at home, but the distasteful looks and whispers didn't seem to offer such a idea. The little boy also seemed to be at least around two years.

As they settled, Alver's lavender eyes slightly glanced toward the little boy as he felt eyes on him once again. The little green eyes were wide were curiosity, but it was filled with innocence instead of menace and judgement. He could barely make out the conversation over the several other hushed conversation, but he understood the boy was curious over the tall pale man. If the child wasn't basically a toddler, Alver probably would of been irritated like he mildly was with those middle schoolers, but this was just a child, almost a baby really. They were naturally curious about everything, and he felt more tolerant over it. Considering he did accept that he looked very different from the people the child was used to seeing with those information seeking eyes.

Not too long, a blonde boy entered, settling himself in a corner and away from the center of the group. Alver probably would do the same, but it really didn't matter. His tall stature made him tower just about everyone here and his pale looks made him stick out even further like a sore thumb. Might as well be a beacon to a lighthouse in pitch black darkness.

It was then the pastor of this up and tidy church decided to call the place to attention, in which Alver minorly grunted and glanced toward the man as he prattled on. Listing off the age groups and new faces, looking to Alver as he went. In which the tall pale man rolled his lavender eyes, turning a brief red color as the light hit them oddly. Almost giving a soft innocent hum, considering his age was actually nineteen. Though he doubted any of these people knew such a thing.

As the pastors daughter moved to hand him his share of tickets, the pale man gingerly glanced down at her and took them.

Another youth joined the group, wearing quite the baggy hoodie, and was quite tiny compared to him. This one seemed a bit annoyed with being here, not that Alver could blame them. To be honest, Alver had trouble distinguishing this individual as a boy or girl. Deciding he didn't care, he brushed it aside.

It was then the groups were ushered outside, onto their group designated buses. Alver grumbled uncomfortably. The carnival wasn't too far off, but a quick bus ride made things easier for the little ones. Still, that didn't mean he had to like it. It wasn't like he rode vehicles that much, if at all. He walked everywhere. Riding around in some metal trap was noisy, and almost claustrophobic. Plus he was going to be trapped in it with a bunch of people he didn't know, most probably assholes. Despite this, he slowly got on, his long legs quickly carrying him to the back of the vehicle before sitting down on the right side by the window. Not wanting to be further uncomfortable with strangers at his back, he might as well sit where he could face everyone and keep a eye on them.

Now, unlike most, due to his freakishly tall stature, most bullies didn't bother him since he towered over them and the rumors usually scared them off. However, there was always a few brave assholes who loved picking fights. So he rather be face to face whenever that happened.

After everyone was on board, the buses started to move and head into it's designated target. The carnival. The pale tall man tensing as it moved, a frown crossing his smooth elegant face.

[Assistant]
As the pastor prattled on, explaining about the groups. She didn't particularly care, and she lifted Jackson back onto her right hip, brushing his hair back from his face, his eyes. She made a note, as she did every few days to get his hair cut. And would eventually do so. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she smiled happily.

She had seen one of the other teenagers watching her, however briefly, and seemed to take interest in Galahad. It didn't bother her, as it seemed innocent enough. She paid more attention to what the pastor was saying them anyone else, and when he said that they could get their tickets, she stepped forward, shrugging the bag of things onto her shoulder more, in an easy smooth gesture that didn't disturb Jackson, making sure she had a good grip Galahad's leash.

She smiled at the young girl, who she recognised from the times she had been in the church, at sermons and other things, but didn't know her name. She gave a smile. Recently in an attempt to be friendly as well as to try and put the towns people at ease with her, she had started being polite. It sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. She took her ticket, and then made way to the buses, grabbing a seat, she had Galahad lie at her feet, and kept Jackson in her lap. It seemed better then having him sit beside her, where he could easily break away, and cause trouble.

Jackson looked about, craning his neck around, and then settling into her. He seemed content now, as if satisfied with what he had seen. She chuckled lightly, and hugged him close. Galahad watched everything with his bi-coloured eyes, and Amy knew that they would be safe with him. She started to tell Jackson about the carnival as the bus started to move, clearly getting him excited and revved for the night. She wanted him to have fun, and to have the time of his life.

She smoothed his hair, but that was a losing battle. Still, she thought she wouldn't be a mother of she didn't try. She kissed the top of his head, and smiled as e shifted to wrap his arms around her.