[System]
Age: 17
Gender: M

Appearance:
Normal: Rou wears a large black Kamen Rider baseball cap that shades his green eyes and makes his black shaggy hair fan out to shoulder length. He often forgets to shave. He wears a short sleeved button up shirt that is usually left open to show whatever Toku/Anime shirt he has chosen to wear for the day. His light blue jeans are a little stained and torn, but still decent.

Ball Guy: Rou's alter ego is modeled after his Toku heroes. Ball Guy's outfit consists of a stark white spandex suit and a plastic helmet that sports a red hexagon and a green opaque visor. On top of the helmet is a small pair of mini turret "antennas".

Nationality: American

Backstory: All his life Rou has loved Tokusatsu heroes and giant robots, especially combiners. He began collecting Super Sentai robots, gunpla and merchandise when he was 8 and his collection is still growing. He can quote Riders, sing theme songs, and name any mobile suit. However, his biggest problem is that he can rarely discuss his hobbies due to his timidness. This was onset by his first gunpla battle at the local hobby shop. Rou built a simple GM to test the waters of the new game. He was stomped and ridiculed for his inexperience, and quickly left the shop and never returned. He longed for companions to help him. Better yet, a team. Despite his trepidation, he attempted to find friends at a different hobby shop. He laid low, but no one really stood out to him. Rou began to only fight matches in private, fearing what the audience would say about his skills.

Struggling to overcome his fear of confrontation and people, Rou discovered that he wasn't too timid if the opponent didn't know who he was. He began planning a cosplay suit to hide his identity, but could not seem to fathom what mobile suit to base it from. Rou surveyed his shelf. He wanted something simple. Zaku? Nah, cliche. BCUE? Too animalistic. His eyes finally rested on something he constantly over looked. The quaint little cannon fodder known as the Ball. It was perfect. Rou's skills were good enough that he could hold his own with such a puny gunpla, ad it fit his hero theme quite nicely. He finished his suit in a week and went to the shop. People stared, but no one knew who he actually was, and it made Rou feel so much more comfortable. "Ball Guy" was what they called him. He didn't win many matches, but he was well known and rather liked, even if he was just acting like a "gaudy super hero". Rou decided that a simple upgrade would not suffice. He needed something extra. Then it dawned on his. What about...extra balls? IF that was the case then he would need a Flash system, and that's something that an ordinary Ball wouldn't be able to handle. Rou brainstormed. Balls were what made him so renowned in his town, he couldn't just stop using one. He crafted for weeks and weeks until he found a solution. The transforming ball! he could still use the Flash system as a Gundam, but still look like a ball. Weeks later, his prototype was complete. In a private match he quickly lost ground, but once he transformed his Ball, his opponent dropped like a rock. Now he just needed to know how to use his backup Balls. Constantly controlling them would be tedious and require immense effort. As he wracked his brain, the Super Sentai show running in the back ground showed a scene of them calling their mecha together. It was miraculous, and it fit Rou's personality perfectly. He was going to make a Ball Sentai. He began winning his local matches, preferring to keep his Ball Squad's ability a secret. It was for only those eyes he thought deserving. Learning of his fame, he was invited to Neilsen Labs to participate, signing up under the guise "Ball Guy", to keep his identity a secret for just a little longer. The suit had become a crutch, but its ability to keep him calm in social situations was invaluable.

Other information: Rou changes into costume before every match, or constantly wears it if expecting challenges.

Main Gunpla: Round Sentai: Ball Squad!/DAI-BALL-OH!

Scale: 1/144

Based from: Balls

Equipment and Weapons: Fireworks hidden in the tubes of each Ball arm. (Gotta be flashy right?). When combined into a single unit, all attributes are increased due to combined power output and source.

Brigadier Ball (Red Stripe): The Ball Rou Controls and uses to command his squad. It is capable of transforming into a Gundam-esque mobile suit to combine with the rest of the balls to form DAI-BALL-OH!. Chest can fire an extremely powerful beam when connected to the other Balls as power sources.

Blade Ball (Blue Stripe): Right arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four beam beam sabers to be wielded. Unfoldable hand.

Blaster Ball (Green Stripe): Left arm of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with twin beam rifles. A hand folds out from underneath when attached.

Bomb Ball (Yellow Stripe) Legs of DAI-BALL-OH!. Equipped with four tri missile pods, two on each side. Added support on bottom to be used as feet.

Booster Ball (Pink Stripe): Unfolds to become the backpack and cape for DAI-BALL-OH!, very fast but otherwise useless in combat.

Other Gunpla: More Ball modules to be developed.

[User] Rou looked over to the second bed in the room, hating himself for not seeing the obvious. Of course he wasn't going to have two beds. However this did somewhat hinder him. What if Alex was in the room while he had to change into Ball Guy? He'd have to get creative. He tapped the top of his suitcase containing all of his Kits and tools. Luckily, being creative was something he was good at. "Well, come one in roomie..." Rou softly said.

[Assistant] Alex walks in to set his backpack onto his side of the bed: "Thanks roomie. This is gonna be awesome." After setting his bag down he turns to Rou: "I'm Alex by the way. What's your name?"

[User]
Alexis didn't head straight for her room, first thing she did was find a spot with some recent reception and call her brother, and ended up talking to him for a like 10 minutes before heading back to her room to unpack.

When she got there she was a little surprised to find the door locked, she didn't remember locking it, but shrugged it off and used the key she'd been given earlier to unlock the door and get in, and much to her surprise found some one in the room, at the work station, working on what looked like a Guntank. "Um ... Hi?" She said as she looked the person over. "Wasn't aware I was going to have a room mate, cool wheel chair by the way." she said as she set about getting her stuff situated.

[Assistant] Upon entering the room, the girl freaked out, quickly shoving all of her gunpla parts into a box she carried them in and closed the lid. "Hehe... i... huh... thanks for the compliment..." she said, scratching the back of her head as she had a few peices left out, parts that rather didn't look like they were from a gun tank, but a gundam. "I helped design it myself... kinda fell in love with gundam after watching a gunpla battle and getting into the sport... so i kinda wanted something cool as well." she said to her.

[User] Alexis took her jacket off and tossed it on her bed, the 'Celestial Being' emblem on the right shoulder landing facing her new roommate, notable the emblem was modified to have the normal emblem seen in the show, but with 7 crossed swords behind it, 4 on the top, 3 on the bottom. "I kind eased into it my self" She said as she pulled a box out of her bag, a box that was revealed to be holding a Strike Freedom, which she set up on her night stand. "First the shows, then building Gunpla then battling."

[Assistant] She nodded, taking an interest into the designs as they looked like they were from the universe, making a mental note to look at them later. "Would you wanna spar later? after lunch maybe? By the way, my name is Dani, and that is a beautiful gunpla." she said putting her box on the work bench and rolling over to the night stand.

[User] "Alexis" She replied as Dani rolled over to the nightstand "Thanks, it's not my main though, and to be honest, I kinda don't like the Gundam it self, but a good friend gave it to me so I brought it along." Alexis said as she mulled over a spar "I might break it out for something if the damage level is set low, D or C, just to see how it handles, and sure, we can spar after lunch."

[Assistant] "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Alexis." she said and once more looked over the other female's stuff. She noticed the alex kit on the bed and gave a giggle. "Finally picking up your name i see." she said and rolled back a bit, pressing a button and one of the side compartments opening up, revealing a slightly modified musha gundam. "i'll be using this." she said, holding it out and allowing Alexis to take it if she wanted to. "I've messed with the drive, making it a venus instead of mars one.

[User] Alexis snickered at Dani comment about the Gundam Alex "Yeah, whats really sad its really is the first time I've gotten that one" She started as she took the Musha from Dani to have a look. "Dozens of kits built and just now getting to the one with my name" Alexis finished looking it over and handed the Musha back to Dani. "Nice build gunpla though, though from the look of it I'll be bringing the Strike Freedom into battle sooner rather then later. The only other one I have ready to go is my main gunpla, and I've won official tournaments with that bad-boy." Alexis said as she pulled the boxed kits from the bag. There was the Alex, and a G-Self she'd picked up on a lark. "Could throw one of these together for it, but eh ... i got these for my collection, not battle."

[Assistant] "I've run the amateur lines with my guntank an gotten some great results. I usually just use my musha for testing things out and to mess around with. I wonder if a psyc..." she trailed off, looking at the gundam mushu and getting ideas in her head. "The venus drive in it boosts combat abilities if a female pilot uses it as opposed to a mars drive that boost combat abilities if a male drives it. I must say, it's some of my better work for a smaller scale." she said.

[User] "Rou" he answered as Alex flopped onto the bed. Rou didn't mean to be antisocial, but he really didn't know what else to say, so he shuffled around in his bag, making sure none of his Ball kits came to surface. He pulled out one of his "cover kit", a High Grade Brave Standard Type, and began to unpack it. Out came a few pots of paint and his tools. "So Alex...what kind of Gunpla do you like..."

[Assistant]
Alex's eyes spot the HG kit that Rou pulled out and slides right to it: "No way! Isn't that a HG model of GNX-903VS Brave Mobile Suit?! There was no way to get one of these back where I lived! One of the Earth Sphere Federation mobile suits from the Mobile Suit Gundam 00 movie! A GN Beam Rilfe, 30mm Machine Guns, GN Cannons and GN Beam Sabers! Even has a Trans-AM system installed in it!" He realizes he was kinda going into fan mode but snaps back: "Oh sorry. It's cool you have one of these things. It must look really great when it's finished. As for myself, I'm a big fan of Gundam type Mobile suits. I actually have one right here."

Alex heads back for his backpack and rustles around in it. He pulls out a suit and places on the work bench in the room. The suit had a Dark Green coloring to it and looked slightly damaged, probably due to not being put together with high quality. Alex describes his suit: "Here's one of my backup units, the RX-79T[G] "Terra Gundam Ground Type", based off the RX-79[G] Gundam Ground type from Mobile Suit Gundam 08th Mobile Suit team. Last time I used it, it was in this form, assault mode. Twin Chain guns on the side, Twin Long Range cannons on the back, A Beam Machine Gun, and even the RX-78NT-1's 90mm Forearm Gattling Cannons. Though for stealth, it would have a long rang beam sniper rifle and can blend in with its jungle surroundings."

This was probably too much to take in at first...

[User] Rou smiled at the boy's enthusiasm. His Terra Gundam looked worn, but built with care and love. "Looks great." He complimented. "Yeah, I'm a big fan of thin suits, stuff with less drag and more aerodynamic designs." Rou opened up a pot of bright orange paint. "I know that bright colors don't necessarily something faster but...it still looks a bit cooler." Rou turned and winked at Alex. "What use is a good suit if it doesn't stand out?"

[Assistant]
Alex nods: "You're right. A Gunpla that is more unique, weather it be in colors or design really does stand out better. Kinda like my other model i have..."

Before he could say anything else, the PA system plays a few notes to alert everyone that a message was coming before it announces: "Attention everyone, the mess hall is now open for Lunch."

Just hearing "lunch" made Alex hungry: "Looks like they're serving up lunch. Wanna go get a bite to eat?"

[User] Rou nodded to Alex as he suggested lunch. He set aside his Brave for later as he and Alex headed to the mess hall. Rou grabbed a simple soup and sat down at a table, waiting for Alex and eying the people around him. After lunch was when the sparring would open up right... Rou began to worry if anyone would challenge him.

[Assistant] It didn't take long for Alex to find out what to have. He comes to the same table Rou was at and sits down, he had a big bowl that was filled with Ramen in it. Ever since trying this stuff while in Japan he came to love it. Felt like eating a Japanese version of Spaghetti. Alex joyfully expressed his opinion: "This place is amazing! They have just about everything you can love! Even Ramen. Sometimes I wish i could live here forever." He takes a big slurp from his dish.


[System]
Age: 18
Voice: Ashley Burch (Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn)
Height: 176 cm
Weight: 74 kg

* Omni-tool - Miniature Computer that allows for communication, calculation, augmented reality navigation and small-scale hacking.
* Credits - small amounts in material form acquired through pickpocketing.
* An electronics toolkit containing various tools from small screwdrivers to tweezers.
Short Bio: Born and raised on Arcturus, one of the moons orbiting Formalhaut b, neither the neighborhood nor her family were particularly well off. And since no one would hire a little girl, Rachel took to thievery to give the household an income boost. Over the years, she's become proficient at sleight of hand, unarmed combat and getting from place to place without being noticed. But sometimes someone would notice, and so she learned to navigate urban environments quite well, often with officers at her heels. One day, she made a blunder, and one of the officers was faster. Upon her capture, the authorities took note of her agility and resistance to questioning. It wasn't long until her holding cell was visited by men in armor instead of policemen - the last time she saw her home.
Rachel was sent for "augmentation" and assigned to intelligence, namely a recon and deep strike team. Along with another group of children with similar predispositions, she was engineered and trained to enter and exit any compound, negotiate any terrain or obstacle and extract any necessary information from captives. Rachel was made to be a crossbreed of a black-ops operative and a master interrogator. And then the first field tests came. Though considered a success, the group's mind oriented capabilities were weaker than expected. For the time before the Ascendancy could decide what they would do with them, Rachel and the rest of the group were sent to active units. Fearing the possibility of being disposed of, Rachel picked up basic electronic engineering in an attempt to increase her value to the Ascendancy.
At Proxima, Rachel's team - her, several Ascendancy soldiers and a child soldier versed in Rau've tech - boarded a Rau've electronic warfare ship acting as a jammer with the intent to disable it, allowing the human fleet to target the aliens at full range with more than thermal detection. The operation turned sour, the boarding team was discovered and the two child soldiers were abandoned by the squad and captured. In captivity, the young woman awaited her inevitable execution. Against all expectations, she and those like her received good treatment, which helped her regain some humanity. However, she couldn't return to normal life, if "return" was even applicable. All she knew was thievery and war. But her newfound freedom pushed reason aside and fanned the flames of vengeance that lay dormant in the back of her mind, and seeing an opportunity for revenge, she took it, determined not to let go no matter what may lay ahead.

* Rapport (Mind): Rachel can give an order to a single person. To do this, she needs to perform a specific hand gesture and say the order out loud. Her target needs to hear her and understand the language. If the target loses consciousness or goes through intense pain (like gunshot wounds), the spell loses effect. The presence of others near her target makes it significantly harder and tricking a person when more than two other people are present has proven impossible at her current level as the other members of a group can interrupt the spell before it takes full effect.
* Illusion (Mind): Rachel can create an audiovisual illusion perceptible by a single individual. She has to concentrate on keeping the illusion and cannot do anything else that requires her mental faculties (she can create an illusion while running away from something, but not when solving an equation). The illusion can be virtually anything, but bigger or more detailed things require more focus and take a greater toll on her. Keeping the illusion for more than a few minutes also leads to headaches, nausea and general exhaustion. The illusion can only be seen by the affected individual and Rachel and cannot physically interact with the world. Rachel can only make a person see something that isn't there, she cannot change something that already exists.
* Extraction (Mind): By far the most advanced and tasking spell available to her, Extraction allows her to "view" the memories of others. The process requires physical contact and complete concentration, sending both Rachel and her victim into a trance-like state. Memory extraction time ranges from mere seconds to minutes, depending on the target's mentality and training to resist such practices, but the more the target fights it, the less pleasant it gets.
* Telekinesis (World): Rachel can manipulate objects at a distance by creating local homogenous gravity fields. While she cannot use this spell to fly, it allows her to jump higher, slow her fall or make small adjustments to direction mid air.
* Pyromanipulation (World): Allows Rachel to create and manipulate flame, from small sparkles to a decent-sized fireball. Temperature of the generated flame is around 1000°C. Casting this spell with gloves on is not recommended, as Rachel found out the hard way during training.
Exceptional Skills:
- Exceptional Awareness
Trivia:
* She is unable to use mind spells against the Kaisoken species and the Korta are naturally hard to get to due to their usually high intellect.

[User]
Narvia F. Hadley
Investigation of the Crash Site of the Circle

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Narvia was still shaken from what happened to the gunship. She, however, couldn't stop but she remembered something the Dragon told her, specifically in his cryptic matter. It was about gaining more combat experience or friendships, and she'll have to go out and find it. It caused her regain a bit of confidence and strengthen her nerves, but her face was highly annoyed how cryptic her handler can be. "How the heck did he knew there was going to be an operation on this planet…? For one, I should really ask him about it. The second thing, do I seriously want to get closer to that giant to find allies? The Dragon told me to never back down from anything in life. He said, nothing risked is nothing gained," Narvia thought to herself, with a bit a mix of emotions. She remembered the exact code, she was given by the Dragon, to join Moonstrike, it was a pretty simple code. He would always contact her, however.

She sighed and built up enough courage to walk towards the danger zone, in her heart this was the dumbest thing she could do. However, she noticed the Giant having a ring of fire directly over him, she was keeping very close eye on the said area. Her sidearm, however, was on safety since the trigger wasn't pulled. The ring of fire in question disappeared after some time passed as she was getting ever closer. She changed her attitude when she looked more closely at the field, she noticed an Ascendancy Tank, and two people in question that was facing the Giant in question. "What the fucking hell is going on here!? Can anyone tell me… I was specifically told to scout for the farmer rebels. And I literally came upon this crashed Ascendancy Prison Ship…," Narvia said a bit loudly but not yelled it on the top of her lungs like she wanted to do. She was a bit terrified at what the Giant did to the gunship. She wondered if the two people that the 'giant' was talking to specifically were apart of moonstrike. She had no real idea, if that was the case since she didn't overhear the Giant speak, but he is looking in their direction than hers. Until she outright said something near to them.

She moved her head away from the Giant and looked at the other two individuals in particular, a boy and a girl that looks exactly a year older than her, at least. And has the most confusing look on her face, not really knowing what's going on. She was a bit out of the loop, doesn't help that the Dragon likes being cryptic. She kept her weapon pointed down not to cause any trouble for her, since the safety is on. She did notice the direction of the Giant's hands, they were in a surrender type position. Her hands were shaking while holding her sidearm in question, she was still shaken in what the giant did to the gunship. "I hope I can get my answer soonish… Because I have no real idea," Narvia thought, while holding her ground but moved one of her feet behind her. There's many thoughts going through her head at once.

[Assistant]
Stella was slightly relieved that the killings became more creative as they continued. She thought that the work looked similar to what she did, but by now it looked closer to some kind of cultist murder-suicide party. Only missing a large assortment of poisoned drinks.

Though it was certainly a change from what she was used to, it was just another pile of bodies in the end. She had seen plenty of that already. The instant replays of the deaths was novel at first, but it had began to wear thin for her. She regulated her senses to tune things out as best she could without compromising her awareness.

She stopped at the sight of the robe. It was floating, with no points of contact with the ground at all. 'Ah. One of them didn't get to the "suicide" part of "murder-suicide."' Stella kept still, even when it turned with its red eye glowing. She had trained herself to not react to the sudden movements of people when she was invisible - a lesson she learned very early on in her life. Falling over in surprise or losing her footing would ruin everything.

She didn't have enough training to not react to a voice in her head. She instantly checked her hearing, but she knew before she even got the data that it was a voice that made no sound. Stella grit her teeth. It angered her. Nobody was allowed to touch her mind. It was all she had left now.

She gripped one of her knives. Under less distressing circumstances she may have waited for another party member to give an intention to fight, but this was over the line. There was no way this... thing at the end of a hallway of mutilated bodies was a friendly. She sheathed the blade of her knife in hardlight, and with a flick of her arm, she threw the knife towards the center of the robe. As it left her hand, the glimmering light of the knife lit up the corridoor briefly as it streaked towards the figure.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality:
Emily is a free spirit. She hasn't stayed in the same place for longer than 6 months since she was 8. She tends to talk loud, and uses hand gestures a lot. She's an extrovert, and hates not being seen most times. She has primarily used her power to get out of situations she wasn't safe or happy in (and a few times to get into places she shouldn't have been allowed in).

Appearance:
Of average height and build Emily discovered her power works better if she's wearing clothing similar to those around her. She started wearing louder clothes for when she doesn't want to accidentally slip into 'invisibility'. When she wears 'normal' clothes, she finds herself slipping a lot easier.

Biography:
When Emily was eight her father went to jail for killing her mother. After that Emily got tossed around foster care homes. She didn't fit into any of them. During this particularly chaotic time in Emily's life she discovered her power. If so desired, or really not at all desired, she could become invisible. Technically not truly invisible, just unnoticed. She could stand in a room full of people, and they would all but completely ignoring her.

She's done a few illegal things here and there, but luckily, save once, has never been caught on camera. The one time was easily explained away. She didn't even get fingerprinted, and the next day saw the cop who had arrested her. He didn't even look at her twice.

Even though Emily has tried to have a stable life with a job and the whole nine, she's never quite gotten it right. Her inability to stay focused enough to be continuously noticed means she nearly flunked out of school, she scrapped by enough for a diploma but not enough for college. And well relationships have never quite worked out because she doesn't get noticed well enough to even start one. Work, well that was almost out of the question, places don't hire you if you don't make an impression. There was always someone else who handled the interview better than she did, even if she did it perfectly.

A couple years ago, Emily was taught by a foster parent how to play the guitar. She found that when she played, people did notice and remember her. Though she's not good enough to show off too much about it, she does use it when she needs to, or wants to make something of an impression.

Power:
Presence Suppression: "Invisibility" She has the ability to blend in with the people around her. She goes unnoticed in a crowd. If someone is asked to describe her, after seeing her five minutes prior even, they can't. All but a camera, which she's careful to avoid when necessary, ignore her. She has to actively keep herself conscientious of being visible, though if she's just going through the day she is semi-visible. When she wants to go completely unnoticed it takes almost as effort to relax into it as it does to keep visible.

Well it doesn't hide her from the standard smell stuff either. And technically you can see her, but she's got a SEP field around her (in the weirdest and most obscure reference I could probably use).

Edit: actually that wouldn't quite be the weirdest or most obscure since the power is a reference to a power used in Exalted (which I can't remember the name of said power).
The thing is she's less noticeable the bigger the crowd. Holding Alistair's arm, probably makes her noticeable, but if she let go of him and just kind of stood next to him, she'd fade into the crowd. If that makes any sense. She's also extremely forgettable. Like if you spoke with her, you know you spoke with someone, you may even remember the whole conversation, but her face, if you saw it again, doesn't seem familiar.

Edit 2: And she has to try to make herself completely unnoticeable, like really relax into it, so if a situation is tense enough she would actually have a hard time calming herself down enough to be unnoticeable. The more stressed she is about it the more visible she is. Though calling it visible really isn't the correct term, because she is always visible. Someone with eidetic or photographic memory would remember her, but she'd seem as unimportant. That's most of what the power is marking her as "unimportant" or as the Hitchhiker's guide reference would allude, she's just someone else's problem.

Skills & Weaknesses:

Skills:
-Blending in
-Not getting caught while doing illegal activities
-Playing guitar

Weakness:
-Making friends and stable connections with people
-Making impressions
-Being remembered in general (save for the guitar thing)

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[User]
Sam failed to recall the events leading up to entering the mansion. He had a power nap on the helicopter, and was probably losing his mind sobering up in every other instance. Nonetheless, by the time he reached the mansion, Sam was wide awake. There were others there already, whom he greeted with a simple smile and nod, not wanting to engage any of them just yet. He wasn't too sure what they would have to do, and it would be much easier for Sam to engage if he had even the slightest idea of the purpose of this congregation.

Restlessly pacing across the main floor, Sam took it all in. Dope set-up. He opted not to take a drink, refusing to make a negative first impression on his benefactor. Around him, he saw a couple others around his age: some nervous, a few even angry. Sam was a bit nervous himself, but he was accustomed to embracing that feeling rather than struggle with it.

And this must be head suit...

Wesley's words were serious, but to Sam they felt pretentious. It was almost condescending how powerful he had made himself out to be, but he probably had the resources to back it up. Sam couldn't really complain: the guy managed to deliver his letter in front of a building he had no real plan of being inside, flew him first-class to Haiti, stuck him on a helicopter, and now offered housing in a mansion sitting on his own private island.

"This fucking guy," Sam uttered under his breath.

At the end of Wesley's speech, Sam began making his way up the stairs. He could hear Nathan start on the introduction, but Sam intended on making himself comfortable before overcoming the inevitable awkwardness of introducing himself as a superhero to a bunch of other kids that were also recently considered superheroes.

He sprinted down the hall and searched for a room facing east. He enjoyed the luxury of being woken up by the sun back in both D.C. and Richmond, and that familiarity couldn't hurt in a place as alien to him as this. Whilst unpacking, Sam felt himself quickly adjusting to the situation. He couldn't change circumstance, but he could at least accept this.

[Assistant]
Trying to calm him self down he waited out side but it wasn't helping at all. He could could hear people talking, whispering things like "Do they really have junkies just hanging out at the airport?" and "Jesus what's that guy on?" He could smell them, some of them were getting nervous by him as there were sideways glances. He growled "I could rip you all a part" he said under his breath as the more frustrated, annoyed and angry he was getting...it sounded like a better and better idea. He took a deep breath trying to calm down when he heard some one speak "Mr. Rhodes?" He heard as he turned quickly "What!" he snapped almost shouting before seeing a well dressed man. The the stoic man looked at him looking very stern, but he wasn't so good at hiding. His right hand had a the slightest tremble, and Alex could smell the fear. "I was supposed to wait for you, but it has been nearly forty minutes since you landed so I sought you out, before there is an incident" Alex looked at him "So I'm a walking Incident, is that it." Alex stepped closer before jerking forward "IS IT!" he shouted as the stoic man flinched taking a step back as he hand reached down for something on his hip. His shaking was more visible now "Sir,...Alex Please calm down" His voice wavered slightly as Alex grabbed his bag "Get me out of here before I hurt someone"

 After that little encounter they were in a helicopter. Sitting in the back of it he closed his eyes, he was alone sitting in the back of it. Taking a deep breath he could smell the salt water of the ocean, mixed with some grease and oil from the helicopter. All sound was drowned out by that "thump, thump" of the blades. It was relaxing, it reminded him of when he was young. He remembered being in a car seat. His dad was driving as the pacific ocean was just barley visible outside of the the window. Black sabbath was on the radio as small arms reaching out before eye lids got heavy and he was asleep.

 Soon he woke up. The helicopter had just touched down, his mind flashed to that memory, he remembered his dad telling them they did that, but didn't have any memories of it. But it was so clear in his mind like it just happened yesterday. Standing up he grabbed his bags getting down. He was calm now "Sorry, about the airport. Sometimes I just have trouble controlling my self. his voice was quite and somber now as the man looked at him "That is why you are hear."

 He was the last to arrive, apparently they took longer and flew around for a bit letting him calm down some. Because of this he walked into the room only moments before there benefactor came in. Alex stayed at the back though, setting his bags down and leaning back against the wall. Watching as soon as the man was done he walked away. Some people seem angered, others confused, But Alex..he was just relived. Away from civilization it was safer here, if he lost control in a city, he could kill people. Here though, that was more limited. Watching people were leaving walking away already as he stayed leaning against the wall watching. His over active mind starting to race.

 Watching them all he sniffed the air, he could smell salt water and some kind of wax, coming from the one cracking jokes. He must of been some kind of surfer or life guard. Assuming he spent a lot of time in and around the ocean.(Nathan) Another smelled like alcohol(Sam) as he shook his head, though he might of been on to something, though Alex wasn't sure how something like that would affect him. It might of made the flight easier. The girl who left(Lydia) she smelled of, Ozone? like right after a lightning strike. That was rather odd but she must of had some lightning power. Looking around there was a feint scent, he could barley detect it as he looked around the room. Narrowing his eyes he had to concentrate as he saw a red haired girl, sitting there(Emily). He didn't notice her before, His eyes were beyond 20/20 but it took a moment to bring her into focus. As soon as he looked away from her he seemed to have forgotten her, but that scent was there as it helped him remember her. He assumed that was some how her power. To be not noticed? He pushed off the wall and walked forward, He focused on her scent, getting a good impression of it, but he realized he was staring at her as he did this. Looking away quickly he still remembered her, he could still smell her. His memory had become near perfect after his powers developed. Though not photographic, sounds and scents they triggered strong memories for him, even things from when he was to young to be able to remember, like in the helicopter.

 "Like it or not, this is better then the alternative. Some of us are dangerous, and out in the world we wouldn't have time to properly learn to control our abilities, some of us might even kill people. Especially since we would be on the run." He looked at them, he was calm now, when he was calm his mind was able to collect, process and evaluate facts and keep his emotions in check. As long as he was able to keep his mind on he logic side of things it would be easier to keep control as he spoke of himself more then anyone else.


[System]
Age:37

Occupation:
Illegal:
* Body treatment disposal.
* Torture service comes free of charge.
Legal:
* Previously: Bike mechanic
* Current: 'Junkyard technician'

Appearance:
* 188cm, tall strong and muscular build.
* Tattoos line his entire body.
* Hair is black with a red streak on the right.

Photo is slightly not safe for work due to male nipple exposure.

Personality:
* In three words - wild, cocky, doesn't give a shit.

History:
Mark first started in vandalism and looting stores, setting fire to the ones that pissed him off. Not belonging to any particular group back then, he quickly found himself in jail for property damage and theft. When he got out, he took to cagefighting where he met his current boss, apparently by accidentally squirting a large amount of his opponent's blood onto the Boss.

(History subject to change depending on which Mafia we decide on)

Skills:
* Body disposal
* Torture
* Theft
* Vandalism
* Beating shit out of people for fun

Gear:
* Favourite baseball bat
* Desert Eagle
* MP5
* Ducati
* Equipment used for torture, mutilation and disposal. Vivisection if he feels mean.

Other: Vigil.
* Mark likes boobs. But be warned, those who RP as a guy. If you make your guy too sexy and alluring, you'll start to find that Mark has the hots for you. He'll understand a solid 'no' of course. That being said, he currently has no romantic interest, unless the bike counts.
* When Mark gets drunk he starts talking to the wall! Please don't film him.
* Mark can't dance.
* Don't go near the junkyard dogs. He feeds them human meat. You're human meat. Those are cheap chains.

[User]
Alexei sighed, peering at his desk for a few moments, once Arina and Chris finished their report. After taking a moment to consider his plans, he straightened up, shifting his gaze from person to person in the room as he spoke to each of them in turn.

"Alright. Mark, I need you to start digging some new graves in that junkyard of yours, and make sure your hounds keep away from them. This Trident is beginning to leave a lot of bodies, and I want them buried properly, not eaten. But that comes later- For now I want you to come with me. Chris, you will drive the three of us to the lab- Mark is going to look for anything that might have belonged to the Trident. If there's one thing his dogs -are- good for, it's finding a scent, and I want the Trident to have nowhere to hide in my city before the end of this -week-. Arina, you will go to the hospital- Talk to Ivan if he's awake. See if you can find out anything new. When you've found out everything you can, put the poor man out of his misery. But do it quietly, he deserves a peaceful death, after what he's gone through."

He stepped out from behind his desk, idly scratching the stubble along his jaw.

"Liang, get to work on the internet. If there's anything to be found about the Trident, I want it found quickly. Have your people bury anything to do with last night's fire, as well. I don't want it affecting business, we must not let any weaknesses be seen by our enemies. The Italians have been at my heels for years, I won't give them an opportunity for take over. Work with Arina and Chris this evening- Increase sales out of smaller labs, take some heat off of our larger operations. Bring me a list of the labs you're focusing on- I want to see if the Trident will strike out at the hot points, or if he's smarter than I believe."

[Assistant]
Kuai nodded as Alexei told him what he expected of him. He was completely capable of what he has been tasked with. "'My people'? Nǐ shuō zhè jiù xiàng wǒ zìjǐ de gōngsī... (You say this like I own a company...)," he remarked quietly, and to himself. In reality, Kuai worked pretty much on his own for most things, though, sometimes he would collaborate with others, like what he had been just tasked with, for example- working with Arina and Chris. Kuai had nothing against working alongside the two. They did control the drug sales on the streets. However, this was over the Internet, and was the territory of U.N. Owen, one of his monikers.

Kuai, with that, stood, adjusting his turtleneck sweater and sports coat. He looked over to Arina, and then to Chris. He personally preferred Arina to Chris. Chris, to Kuai, is very arrogant, eccentric to put it kindly. Arina was playful, definitely a tease, but she was intelligent. More than her meathead brother, at least. Kuai made her laziness as opportunism, a valuable skill to have.

"You two, come to my cāozuò jīdì (base of operations) later in the day. Give me time to perform what Alexei has requested. We will then work on which laboratories we will operate out of for the sales," Kuai said.

[User]
Lucas smirked, taking the M4A3, inspecting the rifle, as he adjusted the stock, pulling it out a little, as he chuckled, taking aim.
"It's a fucking beauty. I'm not going to ask how you got this, but I'll assume you have good friends to get you this. It's a tool alright." The Vigilante said, as he adjusted the RDS, the MARS optic a nice sighting picture for quickly picking up targets. Slinging the weapon over his shoulder, he looked about, at the ammunition, and the other pieces of kit.
"You know, Austin, maybe you are smarter than I imagined. You figured it out well. Connected the dots. But keep that on the down low. You have no idea of how dangerous it makes you to supply me. I mean, you can walk away with your hands clean now, or stay and rough this shitstorm out. It isn't going to be easy. There are men in this fucker's organization who eat people, and can expose everything and anything about your life. You have a family, Austin. I'm telling you now. Don't do something you will regret later, even if the money talks and the bullshit suddenly walks." Lucas simply said, as he sighed.
"You're one of the most talented gunsmiths and fixers I know. You pull shit from thin air sometimes. In this climate, that works well. I need information on another target, something a little more varied. Walk with me." Lucas added, as he slung the weapon down, heading back to where the duffel was, and placing the weapon inside, along with at least half a dozen PMAG polymer magazines. This was military grade stuff- definitely hard to obtain by any other means. Zipping it up, he headed outside, out to the back.
"We need to drive somewhere." Lucas simply said, as he headed to his RS7, unlocking it with his keys, before slipping in.

Letting Austin get shotgun, he shut his own door, engine on. No music at the moment, but he thought about putting his MP3 on again, just to kill the time. The duffel on the backseat, he pulled out of the alley, keeping an eye about him.
"If you want in on this, then you're going to need to be ready to do a few things for me. Small pieces of work. But you're going to need to be more careful than the world. Right now, I think I have us a ploy on getting some cash. I call it accounting for the Mafiya. One of their drug dens went up last night, so indirectly, I struck at one of their key earners. But tell me, who sells Crystal Meth in New Realna these days, APART from the Mafiya?" Lucas said, as he let Austin give a response, before then giving his own statement.
"There are some, yes. One percenter biker gangs mainly, but they're mobile, mostly at least. No, there's pretty much just them. Indirectly, supply is down, demand is just the same. Drug Dealer 101. They can sell their shit for more profit. What I'm thinking, is we redistribute the wealth from their increased buisness accumen. In the short term, they can make a buck, but in the long term, their supply of Crystal will wean off. And other fill in drugs, or imports from the Motherland will mean that this little gold rush ends." Lucas said, driving through an orange light, aware he was indeed a amber gambler of sorts. The black RS7 was comfortable, but twitchy enough to turn a corner clean and at a high speed, with the V8 purring gently right now.

It was an almost twenty minute drive, out to the outskirts of the city, over a couple of bridges and near a more industrial set of facilities. Pulling up on the kerb, he switched the engine off, looking around, before peering back to Austin.
"This is the spot." Lucas said, as he pointed it out, aware the blacked out windows kept him covered for now, from a side on angle at least.
"Over there, is the old bottling factory. Now, I've been here over the last few days. I was going to pop yesterday, before a certain meth and skunk lab decided to combust. Now, it seems fairly busy. At least a dozen more guards, as you can see." Lucas simply said, pointing out the four-storeyed brick structure, which stood amongst a few of the other buildings, in this rough area. It was almost noon, but this place was still pretty gritty, and a darker side.
"Why the guards? I watched it because I got a tail from one of the men that was working at the meth lab. They cover well, but I assume that was the money man. So this isn't a store of all their cash, but the revenue is going to be good, definitely, if some of it is stored here. They probably have it here so that the authorities don't chase it down, and when they need to, they send it straight off to be laundered through various shops and services that the Mafiya has...well, stakes in." Lucas simply added, as he sat up in the car, looking around, for anyone else.
"Do you know what's so good about robbing criminals? They can't go to the police when their money is stolen. So they have enforcers go get it back for them. This would be a huge job. I estimate minimum, $1 million in hard cash. Partly to fund my work, partly to screw them out of their drug money, and partly because I want some of that cash back in the coffers of the good old police department and other public institutions. Corrupt, yes, but it's better than in the hands of a bunch of violent Russian criminals. Doing it alone is hard enough, so I've just waited till if something happens, I act on opportunity. I might as well try different now, Austin."

"So here's what I need. I'll need you to figure a way out for me to get a look inside. I was thinking a variety of methods would work. A drone, perhaps, or a mole. I can do the second well if I find me the right person and enough reason to believe he'll walk in and tell me everything I need to know when he comes out. I'll need a grappling hook, and two pairs of Night Vision Goggles. Hard to get, I know, but trust me- it's a wider part of the plan. A cut in the power, so a small explosive or at least tools for the pylon, followed by some more. If you're interested, I could use a second eye across the road. That warehouse is completely derelict, and from that second storey, you can set up a shot. If I remember correctly, you said you were a Force Recon Marksman. So you'll be fine. If help is what you want to do, then we do that." Lucas simply said, breathing, as he chuckled.
"Demanding, yes, unorthodox, definitely. But with that many guards, I need to tear through them. I'd need to find the cash, and get out, in three minutes. The M4A3 will do well, but if things go to shit, running is a better option in this one, no matter what. A bike will do for extraction, while you drive down the road innocently, stripped of anything incriminating whatsoever. I need you to be with me on this one, Austin. You'll have a cut too, but remember why we do this. I want to fuck these people over. They ruin the lives of enough people. When they know one of their money sites isn't safe, they'll start thinking about the nature of their operation." Lucas added, as he shook his head, somehow in disbelief himself almost.
"I need you to work your wires. It's up to you. But remember, I need to figure out what the inside looks like, without getting shot; from the money to guards, vantage points to areas of entry and weakness. I need a grappling hook, so a titanium cable and thrown quadruple-fishhook arrangement will be fine. I need a couple of charges, something better than the Semtex I can make, and apart from that, I need general intel on this site. It's big, but I think you might as well. It's on the back burner for now, so take your time. I give it about a few days, then we deal a blow to this place." He said repeating his last list, as he started the engine again.
"For now though, I reckon some smaller stuff is in order. How's your schedule looking for this evening?" He asked, as he turned the car around, skidding as he put the throttle on, the V8 surging as the car's 600BHP engine blew the RS7 very quickly out of that block.

[Assistant]
Mark listened to the meeting and although he didn't have anything to say, he still had his own thoughts about what had happened. "Yeah, I'll do that Alexei" replied Mark when the boss said there had to be a proper burial. "My dogs have been trained to keep away from area with certain markers. Our men will undisturbed". Those special markers were also a reason Mark wouldn't wake up to dog pee all over his motorbike.

When the meeting finished, Mark left the room and headed outside. Putting his fingers to his lips, Mark gave a low whistle and padded his lap twice. Muttons, his American Pit Bull Terrier, bounded out from the alleyway where he was previously told to stay. The names of his other dogs were Rump, Tbone and Sirloin, the list went on. But for today, it was Mutton's turn for a fun roadtrip. The others were just allowed to explore everywhere around the junkyard though they each had their preferred areas.

Muttons happily circled Mark twice before giving everyone else around him a little sniff (making sure not to get his nose on their nice garments). He recognised their scents as friendly ones from before and happily wagged his tail. Not only that, the dog knew that if Mark was around other people and he had a neutral or happy tone, then they were friends. If there was no patting of the lap, then they were enemies. Each dog had it's own whistle-tone, as well as an 'all dogs on deck' one. Secret to such an elaborate communication system? Guarding a junkyard meant that you had a lot of time, as dog or human.

"This is Muttons, the youngest of the pack" said Mark to those around him. "And don't worry, he's currently not shedding" he added, more for Chris than anyone.


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: male

Who did they support: Pirates

Appearance:

Objects that the character managed to obtain (Up to 5(Clothing doesn't count)):
Battleaxe, Compass, small chest with various mugs inside

Role: Civilian

Personality: Friendly and outgoing. He talks to everybody. Very low class social status so uncomfortable around rich/high ranking people.

Bio(Optional): Sundos grew up on the docks of the port. His mother worked in a tavern. He never knew who is father was. However, he was told that the compass he carries was once his father's. Sundos grew up around the tavern, doing odd jobs around the tavern and docks. Many of his chores involved loading and unloading cargo from the ships. He has become quite strong from his many jobs. He was worked as a guard and marine on some ships and around the docks. Before the attacks came, he secretly supported the pirates and hoped the king would be overthrown.

Hobbies: He would collect (steal) the drinking mugs of people he met and liked in the taverns. He would add them to his chest and keep them as keepsakes.

Other: He wants to work on the ship as a marine or guard. He wants to join the pirates and not just be a piece of luggage dragged around like the other civilians.

@AnimeraThank you, Captain.. or is it Princess? Either way, thanks!

[User]
... on the docks...@Animera
 Delaney trailed Anastasia off the ship, watching the chaos unfold. Most retreated into their homes or back to their ships if they had them, and a few had already disembarked. A great many confused and panicked people were on the docks as more shots were heard ringing out in the distance, which were drawing ever closer. He would have guessed that they were nearing the castle, but he couldn't be sure."Everyone! The attack is inland! To the boats!" He yelled, raising his sword in the air to command attention. Some stopped and did just that, others took no heed, but he hoped to have been heard by at least some of those who rushed yet inland.

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... the harbor...@Zazou31
 Pebble went to one of the wider roads on the edge of the slums,and saw a great many people scattering in all directions. He saw a brunette woman who seemed to have some directive or idea where she was going, unlike most of the crowd, so he tried to catch up with her. "What's going on??" He asked, trying to keep pace.

[Assistant]
~ The Harbor ~

As Emilia was trying to go back home she heard a little voice ask her: "What's going on??". A thin frame was looking at her questioningly, she could see the worry in his eyes. The little boy seemed no more than 12, but why was he wandering alone?
"I think we are being attacked" she replied "We need to-" she didn't finish her sentence as she heard a voice yelling: "Everyone! the attack is inland! To the boats!"
She didn't know what to do, should she go to the boat and leave her grandma alone? But was there any point in going back at her home, it was a long walk, and she may have gotten killed on the way. Plus she couldn't just leave this little boy alone. She prayed for God to keep her grandma alive and did what she thought was best to do:
"Let's go" she said with a smile to the little boy as she reached out her hand to him.

[User]
Nicholas was sitting in his house by the harbour. It was a fine and sunny day and he was enjoying some wine while reading the newspaper. But the day wasn't going to be fine for much longer as loud bang followed by hysterical screams broke the silence. "Why must these peasants cause such a ruckus?" He stepped out on the balcony to see what was going on. The city was in flames and the townspeople were in a panic. "Ah, bloody hell! Where's the bourbon?!" He exclaimed as he walked inside to pick up his weapons. A servant came running with a bottle of bourbon and a shot glass. "Here it is sir!" He said panting. "Not that bourbon, you buffoon! Or, well actually…." He filled the glass and emptied it in one swig, he then grabbed the bottle and rushed out to the harbour.

 There he was met by the sight of his ship sailing out to the horizon. Someone had hijacked it. He looked around frantically for another ship when he heard a scream from what seemed to be the only ship that hadn't left the port yet. He could probably take command of it and use it to evacuate as many civilians as possible. He boarded the ship and approached the man that shouted. "I am Admiral Nicholas Blackwell and I am taking command of your shi-wait… I know you."

[Assistant]
~Harbor~

Sundos had just recently woken up. It was late afternoon, but he was working the night shift as a guard at the warehouse owned by House Caid. He stepped out of the tavern, where he had a small apartment in the basement. He was anticipating a quiet, boring night in the warehouse.

**BOOM**  The cannon sounded close. That cannot be good, Sundos thought as he started running towards the warehouse. The non top cannon fire told Sundos that this was no mere raid. It was a much larger attack. He knew that he could not protect the warehouse, and he wasn't paid enough to defend it in case of invasion. So he ran back towards his home in the tavern.

By the time Sundos reached the tavern, it was empty. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed his chest with his worldly treasures and ran out to the docks. If he saw the city watch or militia gathering he would have joined them. All he saw was chaos everywhere.

He finally heard a firm voice taking command, "Everyone! The attack is inland! To the boats!" He was drawn to the voice. There was a leader he could follow.

He saw the captain who has issued the call. He was about to approach to ask permission to board. However, a Nobleman reached the captain first. With a shrug, Sundos stepped around the two men and rushed up the gangplank like he was allowed to. There was chaos on the deck but it was a controlled chaos. The crew was preparing the ship to set sail. Sundos asked the first crew member he saw, "What can I do to help?"

[User]
... on the docks...@Hazy@Garth
 Delaney directed civilians into boats as best he could, and tried to make sure boats were full before they left so as not to leave too many stranded. He didn't care much who owned the boats, though some poor fishermen followed his example and invited families to escape with them on their boats. He'd just finished helping a family onto a prawn troller when a stern voice came from behind him; he spun around to met it, and saw the face of a near-forgotten rival. He grinned wickedly at him and hopped of the troller, untying the already loose moor securing the boat to the dock. "Sail out to sea until dawn and let the current carry you North; best of luck." He said to the you sailor on board. They saluted before the man took the helm and was off. Finally Delaney seemed to devote his attention to Nicholas, still smiling deviously. "Too busy saving your own scrawny neck to save your king, Sir Blackwell? I suppose I understand that; after all you did save your true love." Ulysses tapped the tip of his sword against the bottle of bourbon.
Not being terribly concerned with Blackwell, Delaney turned his attention to the man offering to help. "Go back to the homes on the waterfront; there's time and ships yet for us. Make sure no one is hiding inland, they'll surely die if they stay." As he was speaking he returned his sword to it's sheath.

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... the harbor...@Zazou31
 Pebble nodded nervously and took her hand, following her down to the waterfront. He recognized Ulysses and knew he had to be the one helping others escape, but he didn't know either of the men speaking to him. Pebble tugged Emilia's arm to get her attention; "That's Captain Delaney, he'll help us! Come on, I know which ship is his." He lead her to the Domina Artemis, a galleon moored a ways down the dock. "He'll let us on for sure, he knows me!"

[Assistant]
~ The harbor ~

Emilia nodded to the boy and followed him near a boat, judging by its appearance it was a pirate's boat, but at the moment, she couldn't have cared less. She saw three men talking and approached them. She waited for them to finish talking and as one of them man left, she adressed the one who the young boy was referring as Captain Delaney : "Captain, is there sill any room for us on board? " she asked, hoping that they could get on.

[User]
~ On deck, or rather in the sails of the pirate ship ~

@Zazou31

Luna was hanging in between the robes on a height of at least 30 meters above the deck of the ship that she called her home. Ribbon balanced on the big wooden beam that was the top of the great sail. ''Oh what a beautiful day~'' Luna sang as she was looking for parts to repair on the sail or make new knots in the robes. It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining, no clouds nearby, it was warm but not too hot to work. Luna looked down towards the harbor and smiled brightly. [b][color=7bcdc8]''Ribbon, We are so luck...''[/color[/b]] she said but stopped when she heard this big bang and soon saw a big cloud of black smoke rising from somewhere in town.

''Okay, Maybe less lucky today..'' she said. The small kitten walked over as Luna slowly climbed down and once he jumped on her shoulder and she felt his small yet sharp nails pierce in her skin she slid down and jumped on the deck. She looked around, no Captain. Until she heard his voice and she walked to the wooden plank that gave entrance to the ship. She saw the captain, a young girl, a boy she had seen before and a guy that she didn't know. Ribbon saw Pebble and jumped of Luna's shoulder, running down the plank and then walking towards Pebble. Once the little kitten had found his way trough the people, he started to rub his head and body against the legs of the boy.

Luna walked down to retrieve her cat and smiled towards the captain. ''The sails are repaired Sir... Not that that is very important now... Can by the way someone please tell me what happened in heavens name?'' she said.

[Assistant]
On the Docks

In reply to Delaney, Sundos said, "Aye, Aye Captain. Save a spot for me. I will be back soon." With that he ran towards the harbor.

"To the boats. To the boats. Flee to the sea!" Sundos ran to the houses along the harbor and kept running deeper into the town. making his call. He physically grabbed some people and turned them around and pushed them towards the harbor.

As he neared the center of town, he saw black smoke coming from the castle. The sounds of the cannon were much louder near the castle. The castle has fallen or was about to fall.

He saw two kids running towards the castle. "Hey! Hey! You two! Stop!" He ran over to the two of them and grabbed the girl by her arm. "Where are you going? It's not safe that way. You need to go towards the harbor."

[User]
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Tiffany, Alastair and Chantilly
Location: The town
Interacting With:@Garth

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Tiffany glanced at the man who grabbed her. She immediately shrugged his hand off her arm" No. We need to find our parents." she said with anger. Alastair, being the sensible one, headed towards the harbor without a word. His family could defend themselves. Chantilly promptly followed Alastair, but he glanced back at Tiffany and barked softly. Tiffany glared at her brother and with an exasperated sigh, she said "Fine, we will go to the harbor.". The princess then ran after her companions to the harbor

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Anastasia Serine
Location: The ship's deck/ the dock/Infirmary
Interacting With:No one

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Anastasia carried some of the injured people onto a ship. She simply couldn't let all of them die. She ignored their statuses or ages. After she carried around 20 people onto the ship, she placed them in the ship's infirmary. Then she sat down at her desk and began writing the condition of her 'patients'.

[Assistant] "Ulysses! I thought you'd never dare to show your sorry hide here again!" Nicholas felt like smashing his head in with the bottle. But that would be to ruin a perfectly good bottle of bourbon. Ulysses then mentioned the king. "Oh gods! The king!" Nicholas promptly turned around and started running towards the castle. But he stopped after just a few steps. "No, no… Mr. Reizo is most likely taking care of them and they will be here any minute." He sat down on the harbour and took a swig from his bottle.


[System]
Age: 16

Birth Date: 25th of October

Height: 6'5"

Hair: Light Brown with hints of blonde

Eyes: Hazel

Clothes: Normally wearing blue jeans, leather work boots, and a brown or green t-shirt when he's working. Troy normally sports a more redneck or blue collar look especially when he's wearing his leather protective gear for shop class. However, when he relaxes he normally wears loose fitting brown or black slacks with a light jacket and running shoes.

Jewelry and Tattoos: A necklace his aunt gave him, a leather strap with a medium-sized wire wrapped Smokey quartz crystal hanging from it.

Scars: Multiple new and old scars across his arms, mostly small burn scars. As well as a few larger ones on his chest.

WHY are you a witch? Troy was introduced to Wicca by his Aunt Sasha as a way to cope with the loss of his parents and brother. Although it was a little strange for him at first, he soon grew to enjoy it and its teachings. Finding its use both relaxing and peaceful for his heart and mind.

His class schedule is:

1 – Shop Class

2 - English

3 - Math

4 – Study Period

Lunch

5 – Health

6 – Weight Training

Personality and interests

General:

Generally speaking, Troy can be categorized as the strong silent type. He enjoys working with his hands and being alone finding the company of most others to be bothersome at best. Slow to anger but when he is angry it could be summarized as a burning rage. The boy doesn't always pick up on social ques and prefers others to be blunt with him even if it seems rude. He can be a dick sometimes, but he means well. Ultimately he just wants to protect and help others. He finds joy in seeing others smile from his actions and can be very selfless towards the few people he calls friends.

Likes:

Blacksmithing

Mechanical work

Carpentry

Hiking

Swimming

Medical Training

Fall/Winter

Dislikes:

Bullies

Alcohol

Spring

Lightning Storms

Coffee

Quirks:

Normally carries a small pocket book with him for taking notes of his environment to jotting down random ideas or things to do at a later date.

Phobias:

Thalassophobia – can't do much when he's out in open deep water. Mostly large lakes and oceans.

Has a fear of being helpless or paralyzed in situations where he could help. As well as a deep-seated fear of forgetting the ones he loves.

Background:

Troy was born to a rather well off family in bend Oregon. His father was a manager at a manufacturing facility and his mother worked as a lawyer. He had an older brother as well that was much more outgoing and intellectually gifted compared to him. They lived in a nice ranch style home just outside the city and enjoyed outdoor activities together. A rather nice and quiet upbringing for him, that was until he was 12.

He remembers that night. Often having nightmares about it. Their family was coming back from a camping trip late one evening. They were supposed to have stayed the whole weekend out at the lake but a storm system was moving in and pushed them out of the area. That same storm caught up with them in the darkness. Now troy wasn't afraid of storms and actually enjoyed them up until this point. For you see they weren't alone on that stretch of high way. Another car heading in the opposite direction swerved into their lane. The driver had been drinking and decided to go for a late night drive in the company truck.

He doesn't remember much after that. The collision gave him a concussion, internal bleeding, several broken ribs, and 3rd degree burns across his chest. His father and brother died in the crash, his mother died shortly after in the hospital. The driver of the other vehicle suffered a broken leg but was otherwise OK. Troy woke up in a hospital a week later and hardly remembered who he was or who his parents were. His aunt Sasha Warnock from Rome Georgia took him in after that, she was a personal trainer that often worked with high level athletes.

Since then, he was rather reclusive after the wreck, dealing with depression and physical therapy. It took him a year before he enrolled in school again. Even then he was still quiet, rarely responding to anything from anyone. He did his school work and went home where his aunt would teach him about Wicca and work with him through his depression.

Skills / Training:

Troy excels at anything that requires him to work with his hands. Blacksmithing, carpentry, mechanic work, landscaping, plumbing. He favors blacksmithing over the others. He is currently training on whatever medical courses he can get his hands on and holds an advanced first aid and CPR certificate. The boy also has good skills with wielding swords and axes as well as with boxing.

When it comes to spells and the like. Well, he's a natural and a born witch he just doesn't know it. He has an elemental gift being the blessing of fire. With this gift he always seems to be warm but never overheats and has an affinity but not an obsession with fire. Other than that he practices candle and rune magic. He is a little unsure of how much this actually helps him and others but tries his best to work with protection and luck magic.

Languages:

English

Stuff he sucks at:

He's not all that great with communication, but he's getting better at it. Troy can also be forgetful due to his head injury and has a hard time recalling names or faces to the point where he gives others nick names to help him remember. He's also not always the best student when it comes to history or higher level mathematics.

Gear:

Small pocket knife.

A steel polished Zippo lighter with a pentagram engraved into one side.

A tool bag with misc. Automotive and carpentry tools.

A short sword and bearded ax that he made (Doesn't bring them to school).

An advanced medical kit he put together (keeps it in his truck).

Home Life:

His Aunt Sasha had a fairly large sum of money from a legal settlement and lives comfortably with troy. After she had a stroke she has a caregiver that takes care of her at the house during the day and Troy takes care of her at night. She doesn't talk much and can't get around on her own very well. She mostly just sits in her favorite chair in the living room and either watches TV or looks out the front window. When troy is home he spends his time talking to her about his day or working the forge he built in their back yard. there is also an old shed in the back yard that's partially covered in vines, locked behind the door is an alter Sasha helped him make.

Home description:

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Family Description:

Sasha Warnock - 46 – Aunt - had a stroke 6 months ago.

Victor Warnock – 45 – Father – Deceased.

Anita Warnock, Maiden name Olsen - 42 – Mother – Deceased.

Trevor Warnock - 16 – Older Brother – Deceased.

Job:

Handy man, works odd jobs around town mostly carpentry or mechanical work for less than he should but really doing it to help and have some extra pocket money.

How do you get around? Walking if it's not time sensitive, but he does drive a blue ford ranger when he has too.

Rumors:

There is a few rumors tossed around that he is a serial killer because he is a little creepy sometimes. Another rumor is that he was in jail for a while or is in witness protection due to him never talking about his family or childhood. Because of these things and just him being intimidating with his size and constant silence he doesn't get bullied too often. When he does it's always something said behind his back or when the bullies approach in a group.

Nick Names:
Mostly things he thinks of to help him remember others.

Ashlyn Winters - The Phoenix - "Rise from the ashes and be born again" Hair reminds him of fire.
Jessica Bowman - The Firefly - "Dancing like a leaf on the wind" she has a natural grace about her.
Diane Mathews - The Dragon - "Her heart of fire beats with burning desire" something about her seems enchanting.
Samantha Greene - The Ifrit - "I'll look for the glow among the fiery embers of your burning soul" There's a hint of danger behind her pragmatic eyes.

[User]
Diane really didn't care for gossip. But the whole point of attending a public mainstream school was to not lose touch with real people. And that was probably the most attractive thing about Samantha. She was a regular girl - well, if you didn't count the whole occult club thing. That was exactly typical. But it was those very atypical facts about a person that made them interesting.

Diane ignored Ash's brief rant, though the words about rich kid stung. But that was a subject for a later conversation. Instead she concentrated on Ash's concerns. "If I decide to write anything that relates to the group or might sound like you, or isn't something I can attribute to a zillion other wiccans or get from some online sources, it will get an editor's review by you. I just …

Diane frowned. "I am starting a Writing Club. It will have a discord sponsored by Heather Daniels." Heather Daniels was quite possibly the next JK Rowling. The first book of her trilogy was, according to sources, being made into a movie. It was about some invasion of a Middle Earth type realm into Victorian Earth. The second book was out and already a best seller. It wasn't her first trilogy. She had written another, but it hadn't been as popular. "I like the stuff I write to have some authenticity."

"You know, I'm not a member of your group. Only way to check someone out is to get to know them. Besides, I recognize him. He's on a sort of hit list by the popular kids. But the feeling I get is that they are only telling one side of the story. I'll be right back - probably. I am going to make the mistake of feeding the stray. I don't know why Mom packs so much of this stuff in my lunch. Oh, where was that meeting? After school … right?" She scribbled the room number down.

Boudin
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Mom seemed to think she she needed way more food than she did. Just one of the boudin would have made a meal. And she had already had chicken gumbo and salvage yard salad. No telling what was in that. She walked over with the rubbermaid container half stuffed with boudin. Two of the giant things. Diane had broken off half of one for herself. They WERE good after all. She plopped down right in front of Troy.

"Hi. I don't dare leave my laptop unattended for more than a few seconds, but I saw you working earlier and figured you might like what's left of the boudin my Mom made. It's sort of like Popeye's Cajun rice stuffed in a sausage casing, but way better. The only downside is that people are jerks and if they watch you eat it, their minds go straight to the gutter. You might want to use a fork. She handed over a plastic one.

"Nice wrap by the way. Smokey quartz? I do some amateur wraps myself. Never wear them. Used to sell them at a flea market. Wiccan, or just a style thing?" She smiled and stood up. "Well, gotta get back to my laptop - before someone decides to spill garbage on it or throw a football at it." She gave a nervous smile and stepped away. "Bon appetit."

Diane realized she had been starting to fight a cold sweat. She hadn't really spoken to a guy like that in over a year. Well, she had spoken to grown men - marines. And there had been some of the people she had met in Europe. But … She knew that Troy looked imposing. He was 6'5" and she got that many might have thought he could be some angry axe murderer. She saw … a big, scruffy, stray dog - who needed feeding.

[Assistant]
As Diane went off to talk to Troy, Sam returned the glare to Jessica, with interest. "What are you giving me that look for, Jess? I asked her to join us for two reasons. One, we could really use the members, and it's not like we're the sort of club that can put up flyers."

Her voice dropped low, almost to a whisper, but the other girls would definitely be able to tell she was excited. "Second, and far more important, she's the real deal. I could sense it about her, and if I could, you sure could. I think she's like that girl in the new Star Wars movies- she's sitting on a boatload of power, she just doesn't know it yet. We owe it to her to help her realize that power, reach her true potential." Sam wore a Cheshire Cat grin as she finished, "I think she'll be a real boon to our little coven."


[System]
~Awesome Sounding Name For Character List~

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

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

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

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

【Age】
17

【Sex】
Male

【Sexuality】
Hetero

【Birthplace】
Sunakagure

【Bloodline】
Washi

【Rank】
Chūnin

Psych. report.
Medical secrecy applies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Combat reports.
Gathered from evaluation reports after missions.

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

【Ninja techniques】

A rank techniques:
Water Release: Great Shark Bullet Technique

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

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

~~Custom Made Techniques~~

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

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

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

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

[User]
Sentou Uchiha

Based on her observation, these pirates are not ordinary as they can use ninjutsu. Sentou looks at her phone. Cutting off a split second and replied to Shin. "Well we aren't as smart as your dad, Murakami Jun, and Uncle Seijurou." Stating the fact that the adults can handle themselves better than they are now, Sentou felt exhausted from breaking herself out of the Pirate Captain's illusions. I have three shadow clones right now, each of them are hiding and equipped with a phone for me to devise a strategy and cheat my way through. As usual, Sentou uses her strategical and decisive sleeve. When she threw her windmill shurikens to locate the trajectory of the owl lady, there were two and both are rigged with a coin with a seal that summons both her clones as planned.

Recalling her assault on the Pirate Captain as she make her way to the ship eight minutes ago. Sentou used her coins via Chidori Narukami, infused with lightning chakra to breach the ship's defenses and artillery, coins having enough power as it is fueled by chakra and lightning chakra coupled up with Uchiha Styled Shuriken techniques on how the coins are used. And with that, Sentou have her third clone rigged in a coin just in the ship's basement and summoned, which is why she looked at her phone a while ago.

"If we can that is. The Captain uses genjutsu and ffs... I can't even use sharingan, worse it is sound genjutsu." Sentou threw an earpiece to Shin and told him to wear it, for a brief moment she's discussing with Shin, devising strategy. "Pirata Espada is a Rekaf onna..no.AIM!...Mentabes....nir.... tonrai....gem geyser..coins.. reverse" She spoke to Shin in a police code protocol. None of those would make sense to those not use into Sentou's way of thinking. "Yeah... Sorry if I'm telling you this. Understood? Then follow my lead." Sentou threw a couple of coins to the teleporter girl, Teleporter girl catches one with her sword which forced her to teleport from her place. Can Shin decode what Sentou just said, can he even understand Sentounese?

In that case, I won't play fair with the captain. Dozens of afterimages appeared in the ship, replicating herself and even Shin which by the way is done with rapid succession of using transformation technique turning into Shin and switching back and forth to form those afterimages. Sentou chakra jumps. "Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu!" The generic fire technique launched atop, her attack got negated by the archer girl.

Teleporter Girl dodges it, and teleporting rapidly getting to Shin. "Cutie Pie. Don't ignore me just because your stripper girlfriend is here!!" Can Shin not only comprehend Sentounese but can he also counter the teleporter girl?

The Captain sits at her throne, and sent her archer on Rin. "Take down the other one and once you do, we'll send these trio's heads to Konoha. They are no match for us. To think Zeno would send such weaklings. What a petty decision, the worst Hokage ever, blind and leading the blind. The treasure is still mine. Autumn Leaves that fell from the branch should be raked by the gardener's hand!"

The Archer Pirate did what her Captain ordered and made her way to where the Owl Lady vs Rin is.

[Assistant]
Yamato Minamoru, "Young Master"

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The group had reached the capital rather quickly, arriving even before supper. In doing so the group met up with the minister, Yoshimura, and in turn were shown around the building. Mostly they'd be positioned around the ministers personal estate: a nice mansion surrounded by a large stone wall, with a large garden in front and a swimming pool surrounded by sand and palm trees in the back - none of these were native home to the capital region, and must all have been imported. They were also shown to their personal staying place, which was a large room, with four beds, and a large central table with a map of the mansion on it. There were also four pins on that map - burgundy, orange, green, blue. They took the shape of small figurines shaped like past Hokage - amongst them were Kakashi Hatake, Naruto Uzumaki, Tsunade and Hashirama Senju.

"These are to be used for planning," a servant said to them, explaining what the map was to be used for. "The map is quite up to date, although there are some.. rumours of hidden passages that only the minister knows of. I'd advise not to go looking for them, as they are quite secret and used only for evacuation in cases of an attack." she said finally, before bowing and leaving the room, closing the sliding door behind her as she left. As soon as she'd left, Yamato walked up to the table and sat down, crossing his legs in front of him as he looked at the map. He carefully placed his fists closed on his knees as he surveyed the map carefully, taking in where what was. Finally he suddenly got up, slammed his hand onto the figurines and grabbed them before tossing them to their respective 'owners'. Naruto Uzumaki, the yellow figurine, went to Giichi Uzumaki for obvious reasons, the green Kakashi Hatake went to Haruka and finally he threw the blue Tsunade to Gin, leaving the burgundy Hashirama Senju to himself.

"Judging from this map, the eldest daughters' bedroom is across from ours. Her eldest brother sleeps next to her in another room, her sister sleeps right next to that. The youngest child, a boy, sleeps in a room next to the ministers' room, and they are linked together with a door." he said, after taking another look at the map. "Giichi, where do you think your skills will be best put at work." he'd ask the boy, in an attempt to get him involved in the mission and to give him some experience in thinking for himself. Afterwards he would expect a similar answer from Gin and perhaps expect Haruka to take over from here.

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Saburo Uchiha, "Kimyōna"

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Saburo would once again be surprised at the answer Shouken gave him. Chase.. him? Catch.. ladies? "Okay." he said, quickly taking out his notebook and flipping to a new page, writing down quickly what he had just told Saburo. Catch ladies - do not chase, let them chase you.. Interesting knowledge this was. He would look up at Shouken again only to find he had dissapeared. Next thing Saburo knew, Shouken was on the lake with a drawn sword. "Are you certain? I will not hold back." he'd shout at the boy whilst walking towards the water. Gently, he stepped onto it, before stepping onto it with his other foot. He'd approach Shouken a bit more before stopping himself, standing straight up in a normal non-fighting stance. "I won't be as capable as an opponent as you might expect. I don't even have the sharingan." A lie, but a good lie, one that Shouken might not see through at all.

Saburo stood before Shouken, as his hair waved in the wind a bit before settling down once the wind did so as well. He slowly slid his right foot backwards, sliding easily into a perfect mimic of the Hyuga gentle fist style. With ease he stood there, in the gentle fist stance waiting for his opponent. With the wind, his chokuto that was strapped horizontally along his waist shook up and down only slightly so, whilst Saburo eyed Shouken. "Since you are low on chakra.. I'll give you the opening move. Good luck, friend."