[System]
Race: Ramor, a race with a number of similarities to humans, they are humanoid mammals with the same number of appendages. The only significant differences are that they are more tolerant to temperature extremes and can last for longer periods of time without water, oxygen, food and sleep. Essentially they are an all-round hardier race of people. Their skin is thicker than a humans, and regardless of climate always dark olive in complexion. The average height for males is 5ft and females slightly higher, and their eyes are somewhat larger on average than a humans. Their life spans range around 60-70 years, even with their modern medical technology.

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft dead

Weight: 75kg

Age: 19

Appearance: Jok has a sharp angular face that one instantly distrusts, coupled with a boyish grin that completes the look of a bit of a prankster. His skin is dark olive in complexion, like all of his race. His body type would best be described as athletic, not noticeably bulky for a soldier but with a wiry strength. He has short black hair and brown eyes. His skin is fairly heavily tattooed, though nothing on his face.

Personality: Jok's boyish demeanour is something of a front for what is by all accounts a sadistic mind. Perfectly suitable for his role as an explosives expert, prone to leaving cruel traps for the enemy, he shows little remorse about his actions. With a slightly inappropriate sense of humour and a mean streak, he is only somewhat redeemed by his loyalty to his squad.

Physical Traits: As a foot soldier in the Grent Republic's army and a recruit fresh from the republic's controversial new training facility, Jok is physically powerful, ruthless, and masterful in the art of dealing death, despite his age. However, he would still be limited by the restraints of biology if it were not for the exo-skeletons foot soldiers are outfitted with.

Unsuited

If Jok's suit is disabled for whatever reason or unsuitable for a mission he's forced to rely on his own muscles, with decreased physical capabilities.

Strength: Roughly bench 250kg

Speed: Max running speed of 24mph

Agility: Reflexes at roughly double peak human, due to controversial drug programs increasing the receptivity of synapses in the brain.

Durability: All Ramor have somewhat thicker skin than humans and denser bones, making him roughly twice as hard to hurt as a human his size.

Endurance: Jok can run at a flat sprint for 30 minutes, long distance training has increased his endurance to almost super human levels. He could easily jog for a day and night without rest, making it unlikely that he will tire in anything other than a long period of activity.

Suited

Strength: Roughly bench 1000kg

Speed: Max running speed of 50mph (reached in four seconds.)

Agility: Reflexes remain the same, but the exo-suit allows him to move his arms faster and with more force, almost quadruple his normal speed.

Durability: The suit doesn't change his natural durability, though it is made of titanium and would easily repel a bullet if he was lucky enough to be hit in one of the structural pieces.

Endurance: The suit increases his endurance, though its relatively short battery life of six hours does put a cap on the amount of time he can spend using it.

Senses: Jok has the naturally powerful eyesight of the Ramor which is almost half again better than a humans, especially in low light conditions. Other than that his senses are similar to any humans, save for his pain tolerance is higher due to his controversial 'training'.

Skills: After undergoing the three year intensive training program Jok has become the perfect soldier, unquestioning of his orders regardless of their brutality, capable of making tactical decisions, and incredibly proficient with his tools of the trade.
Survival
Basic Weapons
Advanced Weapons
Demolitions
Bomb Defusal
Basic Combat
Advanced Combat
Psychological Warfare
Guerrilla Tactics
Advanced Driving Course
Parkour
Intermediate Combat First-Aid
Hand to Hand combat, most similar to Krav Maga and Judo
Engineering
Electronics
Improvised munitions

Equipment (all weapons are roughly similar to modern day equivalents in stats not included)

ALICE Pack: Specially modified for quick movement and access on covert operations, Jok is none-the-less equipped with what is most like the modern day ALICE pack. It's fastened outside his Exo-Suit.

Weaponry: Jok's load out is dependent on a mission, he has a small armoury from which he can choose to bring a reasonable amount of weaponry into the field. If there is no Intel on the mission or objective then he will bring a random assortment of weaponry from each category to suit different possible scenarios. His weapon choices are as followed.

Mainline weaponry

KG20 Carbine Assault Rifle: Weighing around 4kg with a full magazine of 30 rounds, with an adjustable stock that drops the length from 35" to 31" the KG20 fires 5.56mm rounds and is roughly equitable in terms of power and velocity to the M4 Carbine. It also features an under-barrel grenade launcher which can fire a single 40mm fragmentation grenade. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

SOP Submachine Gun: Only 2.5kg in weight and 26" in length with an integrated silencer, the SOP submachine gun fires 7.62 rounds and has an effective range of around 100 meters. Maximum ammo, four magazines.

Man-portable explosive ordinance

Hazard MGL: 5kg six-shot revolver-type grenade launcher that can be loaded with HE, HEAT, chemical and pyrotechnic 40mm rounds. It has a short stubby design and can effectively fire up to 300 meters at roughly three rounds per second. It fires rounds at a velocity of about 70 meters per second. Maximum ammo, six HE, two of each special round type on an ammo belt.

Leaper Shoulder-Launched Assault Weapon: Weighing a hefty 15kg means this rocket launcher is only really suitable when Jok's suited up. Fires 150mm warhead with optional laser guidance system. One shot and it's abandoned, similar to the MBT LAW.

Anti-Personnel Mine: Similar in essence to the M18 Claymore mine, max capacity of two. Can be activated by laser detection, trip wire, or remote detonation.

36Rde Anti-personnel grenades: Fragmentation grenades with motion sensor technology, designed to be thrown into a hot zone where they remain undetonated until triggered either by the user's kill-switch or when a large body (roughly human sized) moves into the kill radius of five feet. Similar in detonation strength to an ordinary fragmentation grenade. Capacity of three.

Smoke Grenades: Essentially exactly what they sound like, similar to modern day equivalent. Max capacity, two.

RE20: Similar in essence to modern day C4 explosives, small satchels which can be adjusted to become adhesive and stick to surfaces. They are detonated remotely by trigger. Maximum of two.

Side Arms

Hedson Pistol: 9mm pistol, fairly basic, 12 round magazine, couple extra mags, can be outfitted with a silencer.

Jackhammer Revolver: 6 shot revolver, 50. rounds. Extra 6 rounds.

14" combat knife

Medi-Kit: All special operatives of the Grent republic are authorised with two multi-purpose stim-packs, administered by injection, the chemical stops bleeding, provides a boost of adrenaline to combat pain, and contains a powerful anti-toxin designed to reduce the effects of poisons and toxins.

Armour: Jok is always wearing full camouflaged combat gear on missions, including a durable weave vest similar though slightly more effective than modern day Kevlar. He also tends to wear a ballistic face mask with built in air filtration technology and a lightweight helmet with adjustable night vision goggles.

Exo-Suit: The most innovative piece of equipment designed by Ramor military service for infantrymen. The Exo-suit is a external titanium alloy support-suit designed to reinforce the user's muscular strength, making them faster, more durable, able to hit harder and lift more. It requires a ten minute operation in base conditions to attach the suit to the operator, and cannot be effectively removed without basic surgical tools. It's lightweight, roughly ten kg all around, and makes only a slight amount of sound as the structure moves. It's powered by hydrogen batteries attached to the back of the suit just above the tail bone. It can be powered down when not in use and moved using ones own strength, with only a slight encumbrance. It has a life of two hours operational, which is the trade off for having highly volatile batteries because they must be encased in the titanium shell and can't be easily replaced. The wiring is protected by the titanium shell, and the feet and knuckles of the operator are also protected allowing for the use of more powerful melee attacks.

Backstory: Jok is an infantry-man and demolitions specialist in the Grent republic's army. Due to the unique nature of his controversial training (for which he was volunteered by his orphanage) he is unquestioning of his orders and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

[User]
Jok stood suddenly, his eyes blinking rapidly behind his tactical mask as he tried to process where he was. It took him a significantly shorter time than any ordinary human, for he was Ramor, and had undergone controversial testing and augmentation to boot. He was dressed fully in his combat apparel, Exo-suit included, and he had his grenade launcher slung round his side. His pack was fully equipped and on the floor in front of him, and stood next to it was his favourite weapon, the SOP silenced submachine gun. He dropped to a crouch and picked up the weapon, looking about him at the smooth rocky area he had found himself in. It had the look of an enclosed circle about it, to either side of him stood a staircase that apparently led up to some form of ring above him.

He shouldered his backpack, which was loaded full of all his basic equipment and explosives by the weight of it, and checked his sides with his left hand. He was comforted by the knife and pistol at each hip even as he re-asserted full control over his submachine gun and began scanning the area again, slightly nervous about the situation.

I don't know how the fuck I got here, but I know I've gotta kill a man to get back out.

[Assistant]
Soundless, the teleport pieced his body back into existence, Vos arriving into the battlefield - which he noted to be slightly more barren than the previous arena. With nobody in line of sight, he turned his head around careful not to even make the leather jacket creak, only to be be met with quite a disheartening reveal: his opponent was there, just about 8 meters away, and by their posture - the characteristic hunching of the shoulders - Vos could guess what weapon they were wielding. If he was right, then the fight promised to be a harsh one, brutal and short.

Deeply inhaling, he turned around, drawing his sword and a stiletto dagger, then stopping in a sideways stance, right side facing Jok, heavily exhaled. The creaking of the leather, the sliding of Danwarge against its sheath, the rustling of the ground underneath his boots, his own breath - all would be a dead giveaway, and Vos readied himself for the gunman's attack, both dagger and sword held in front of his body.


[System]
Age: 16

Powers: Amorphous Physiology. Simply put, he can change his form to that of pretty much anything else as long as his mass and volume would remain the same. He can also use this ability to create organic matter anyplace on his body, such as teeth, tentacles, hair, extra organs, etc. However, using his abilities for long periods of time burns untold amounts of calories, so he is usually hungry and tires quickly.

Weapons: None to speak of, but like stated before, he can use his body to crate weapons that are as hard as bone.

Bio: When Tobias was a newborn, he nearly melted in his mother's arms…literally. After running several tests on him, his doctors determined that there wasn't anything biologically wrong with him…he was still human, or at least he had human-like DNA. Still had all of his major organs (although they tended to move around every now and then…), and he had all of his fingers and toes (but again, they tended to move around…). With some instruction, and monitoring by medical professionals, Toby was able to pass for an average human being…until he hit puberty. His hormones went more out of whack than the average teenager's, and his form became less stable. By the time he was able to get himself back under control, his parents deemed that he was too dangerous to keep in 'normal' society. Hence, they sent him to Miss Dawson's Home for the Truly "Gifted".

Dreams/Wishes: He wants to be able to get more control of his form, and maybe live like a normal person. Pretty simple.

Evil, Good, Walking the Line: Tries to be good, seen as evil. Occasionally gives in to his ravenous hunger (hasn't eaten a person yet, but he once devoured a stray cat).

Siblings (If Any): None

Pets (If Any): He wasn't allowed to take his pet rabbit, Samson, with him.

[User]
Jack made his way inside having taken a short break outside after the jog over, he was maybe just a bit out of shape. By the time he got up to the food he decided on a light breakfast of a couple buttered English muffins with two fried eggs. It seemed a couple of the others not too far off from him were talking a bit and it didn't exactly seem to be going well because he could practically feel the anger coming off the girl which wasn't helped by his power giving him a good sense for it, not to mention being observant. Great just get the girl riled up immediately why don't you? He thought mildly annoyed but in no rush to get involved. He then realized who he was picking up the anger off of which was Artemis one of the younger inhabitants, and while he didn't have much direct experience with her but knew she raised the animals that they ate he didn't hear what was said but its effect was obvious to him. The thought drew out a displeased sigh from the man and he would probably step in if it got out of hand but there was no guarantee anything would go wrong yet so he moved his gaze around the room to see about the others since he had inhaled his meal.

Jack knew at least the job or if not the name of more than a few of the other residents more out of comfort for himself that anything. Knowing who and what he was dealing with was important to the man rather than just rolling up to someone and hoping for the best. However, even if he did know general info on the person it never meant he actually talked to them or at least not on a regular basis while he got them straightened out in his head. He heard music being played from one of the seats and just sat for a moment to listen, he enjoyed hearing the violinist lightening up the place, though he had no intention of going over and interrupting the young girl playing after all that would make her stop. He saw two others also sitting alone the guy being the lounge supervisor, it was likely a joke of sorts from Dawson to put him there because he was pretty sure he the guy hated it, and an older girl who worked emergency who occasionally gave off some pessimism though not so much today as usual.

Jack decided he might try to talk with the guy and figure out what upset him about working in the lounge, he remembered going through and seeing him stressed, because it seemed to be one you could just chill out while doing. He got himself up and moved over nearby to see if he couldn't get a conversation out of him.

"Hey. How is it going?" Jack asked the guy(Azai) casually trying to start off on a good foot.

[Assistant]
Rebecca arrived at the mall, noticing a few others making their way inside as well. Grabbing a plate and loading it with pancakes, she looked around at the people who had already arrived. A girl was playing the violin quite beautifully, seemingly in her own world for the time being. Rebecca recalled seeing her at the mall's ice cream shop, though she'd never spoken to the girl. She recognized a few others she knew also worked in the mall, namely the guy from the bowling alley striking up a conversation with the lounge manager. At another table, it was obvious there was some tension between a young-ish girl and older boy. The girl was practically seething, but hiding it well. Some also sat alone

Rebecca decided to sit at the other end of the table with the mall workers she had recognized. Quietly eating her breakfast, she listened to the two men, taking care not to disturb their conversation. She closed her eyes, enjoying the violin in the background. I must look stupid, she thought after a bit, and opened her eyes, looking around to see if anyone was looking at her funny.

[User]
After arriving at the mall, and disposing of his cup, Toby wasn't quite sure of what to do next. As he considered getting something to eat, he scanned the room for the attractive redhead that he'd had his eye on for the past few weeks: Artemis Reed.

He wondered if she'd mind some dude approaching her while shoveling food in his face the entire time… Well. When you put it that way… He could already feel the Hunger setting in, but he resisted. Maybe when she rejects me, I'll just grab some avocados and a peanut butter sandwich to go.

There. He finally saw her. She was seated at a table across from some guy. He couldn't tell when they were saying, but the guy certainly seemed happy. Toby was crestfallen; he'd been hoping to catch her alone. Then the sting of rejections wouldn't be so bad…or public.

Suddenly, he heard violin music and he smiled. It was that really sad song from the movie that his mom liked. Listening to music always calmed him down, he supposed that it was one of those things that confirmed that he was indeed some sort of monster; music soothes the savage beast, right?

He exhaled. It was now or never. He stuck his hand in his pocket and strode over to the table where Artemis and the guy were sitting, and took a seat nearby. "Mind if I sit here," he half-mumbled. This time, he got a good look at Artemis' face, and she didn't seem amused as she was glaring at the guy's plate.

He lowered his hood and brushed some hair from his face, still unsure whether these two were dating or not. In fact, maybe he was intruding. He was beginning to have second thoughts, but he couldn't just get up and leave. He'd already committed to his idiocy.

Instead, he glanced around, pretending to look for someone.

[Assistant]
Two weeks, five days, seven hours, forty four minutes and twenty one seconds.

"Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four.." Mumbled Eddy under his breath, counting how long he had been at the compound since he came to. He remembered very little as to what transpired to wind him up at the strange compound, he remembered looking down at his legs, pins screwed into his bones to hold them in place, then a pretty nurse came in with a tray of medicine, a small green bottle that looked to be one of those droppers. She sat by his bed side and stroked his hair, father having fallen asleep in a chair nearby and not giving him much attention.

They talked for a few minutes, the nurse and Eddy, the woman putting him at ease with her gentle voice. Eddy had never had a mother, she had passed away soon after giving birth to him, and the sound of a woman's voice was completely alien to him; in the books he had read (the numbers too numerous to recall), he always fantasized what a woman's voice must have sounded like, when a female character spoke he relied on the description his father gave him, a higher pitch to men and much smoother but every time he interpreted it in his head they just sounded like men with higher voices.

The nurse told him to open his mouth and lift his tongue, when he did so she pulled the dropper off the top of the bottle and squeezed a single drop of the sweet liquid into the soft base of his tongues. At the touch of the medicine he grew drowsy and the last thing he remembered was the fading voice of the nurse, "Sweet dreams.." She crooned.

Then he fluttered his eyes open and he was looking at a ceiling not at all like the one of the hospital, he called for his father, nothing. He called for the nurse, nothing. Ed slipped out of bed and looked down at his legs anticipating screws but found his legs devoid of metal, the only clue that he had steel pins in his bones being small dot-shaped scars around his leg. He ran, bare foot, bolting out of the apartment building shirtless, wearing nothing but grey track pants and blue socks. Eventually he found himself in the library, lost in the maze of books, but soon he settled in, finding sleeping amongst books more comfortable then sleeping in a foreign bed, he essentially moved in, building a book fort in the far corner to call home.

"Twenty five, twenty six.." He continued to count under his breath, as he flipped the page of the book he was reading, his eyes rolling over the printed ink with a practiced ease, as all he did back home was read and there, it helped him get his mind off being parted from his old life. Ed's reading was interrupted by the sound of a woman over the intercom, Miss Dawson he learned she was called, her voice wasn't like the nurse's bird song, he didn't like it, she told of breakfast at the mall. He took the woman up on her offer. Puffing out of the fort and into the hallway outside of it, he made way to the mall, still shirtless but otherwise clean (why did the library have a shower?). He plodded into the food court, looking around at all the people, 'so many people' he ported to the back of a distant line and waited to get to the front. His body buzzing and letting off a faint static hum, his energy finding nowhere to go but into the air around him because he wasn't teleporting.

[User]
Artemis was tempted by her earlier thoughts, wondering if she should act on them when another male asked him if he could sit with her instead of just sitting down like the other one. "I will talk to you later, as I'm sure we'll see each other at dinner. I think this guy wants to talk in private." She whispered to the male who was already sitting down, "Oh, and after she's done tell the violinist she was amazing and that I will also talk to her later. Thanks." Artemis looked up at the tall quite good looking male, realizing she knew exactly who he was but decided that she wouldn't bring it up unless he did.

"Sure, but let's go sit down over there. Gives us some space from all these people as you seem a bit nervous." She said the last part quietly and a soft smile appeared on her face while she relaxed a bit since he wasn't devouring her friends and their children. She picked her tray and moved to the farthest table from everyone and sat down, realizing she could've done it when she first got there and that guy wouldn't have sat with her and made her so mad that she would envision such a thing.

Once the male had sat down she decided to ask what his name was as right now she only knew his occupation for a fact. "So, what's your name? I'm Artemis Reed but by the looks of it you possibly already know who I am." She said in a cheerful voice, trying to hide the growing excitement that her sempi had noticed her.

[Assistant]
Zaniel frowned looking down at her as she said she needed light to live. Suddenly feeling like a dick for shadowing the sun from her all the time. He would just have to figure out a way to pick on his friend without worrying about killing her. "You know that is really something you should have told me, instead of saying I was hurting your plants." He said sounding a bit annoyed himself this time. He got down on his knees and started digging the row of holes from her plants muttering to himself.

He stood up watching her plant and water the plants. Once she was done he started on a second row, avoiding getting his pants in the wet dirt as he dug. He waited for her to start planting again. "How long are those plants going to take? The ones we planted last week aren't even ready to harvest yet." Zaniel asked his impatience for waiting for their garden to grow showing a little already this morning.

[User]
A surprisingly mature view on life. Alex thought to himself, as he ate in silence. Not wanting to agitate Artemis even more. That and he was also starting to think a little. For him it was easy to eat the meat. He didn't know the animal that was turned into his bacon. But he understood that if someone had a deep bond with that animal, as that girl clearly had, then eating meat must feel disgusting. For a split second he considered eating less meat. Sadly, he knew he couldn't keep that up. It tasted too damn good.

When he finished his bacon he put away his plate and went to sit in front of the girl playing with the violin. Both enjoying the slow music and waiting till she was finished playing so he could relay the message from Artemis. As an act to make up for his stupid remark. But soon the music became too enchanting and he was dragged along. He closed his eyes, and formed one of his familiar purple spheres in his hands. Just like the sun, the sphere had darker and lighter spots. Which flowed and danced along with the music, slow but fluid. Jason understood for the very first time in his still young life what the word serene meant. As all the other sounds were blocked out. And he was alone with the beautiful song, the darkness covering his eyes and the flow of energy throughout his body. Emulated by the sphere in front of him.

[Assistant]
Toby followed Artemis to the other table. Outwardly, he still seemed nervous, but inside there was a bit of excitement. After all, this was going better than he had hoped; not only wasn't she dating the guy she was sitting with, but she specifically asked Toby to come with her to a more private area.

However, he knew that he wasn't living in some anime or comic book, so he needed to calm himself down. Apparently, she didn't even know his name, although she correctly deduced that he knew hers, which made things easier, he supposed. Not to mention that she sounded pretty cheerful to be meeting him, though for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. Best just to answer her question and go from there:

"My names, uh, Tobia- Eh, it's Toby. Toby Kirtman." Then, before he could stop himself, he mentioned, "I work for the butcher."


[System]
Race:
Human (Male)

Age:
25

Class:
Lancer

Origin:
Avenase (Defector)

Weapon:
Barbed Spear

Magic:
Blizzard, Thunder

Personality:
 Nitire spent a good majority of his early adulthood in the military of Avenase, and knows how to follow orders and march in line with the rest of the pack. However, he is above all compassionate and empathetic, which led to his ultimate decision to leave his homeland and desert the army in favor of the RSG. This decision still tugs at his heartstrings, dreading the day he stumbles upon family or friend on the battlefield as an enemy and traitor. In his mind though, he'd rather die a traitor then a villain. Once he realized he was fighting for nothing more than a tyrant and a devil, he bided his time until events transpired that secured his defection.

 Not one to bow out of a fight, Nitire is passionate to a fault as he fervently defends his stance on any matter often to the point of personal conflict. He believes strongly in the warrior's code, and will do nothing to tarnish his honor more then it already has been. With his spear and his body, he vows to see the tyranny end and revel in the peace left in the ruins of it's downfall.

Loyalty:
Tormin

Rank:
(TBD)

History:

 Born to a simple merchant family, Nitire grew bored of his place in life and often set out to find ways to liven his dull existence. First, he played the rebel during his school years, finding himself at ends with teachers and other officials as he constant roused 'excitement' in all manner and forms. These years saw him involved in several brawls with other students, often suspended and nearly expelled all together. However, the day his father passed, Nitire took time to mellow and reflect on this event. Now a bastard at the age of 16, he began to make an effort to reform himself as he strove to better his grades and create a better name for himself. Needless to say, it was rough since most teachers and officials had grown to despise the young man. Despite all this, he graduated and moved onward to military service- a staple for young men in the country of Avenase. So with that, he bid farewell to his mother as he set off for a glorious future as a man of war.

 As with every new recruit, his initial time was a struggle as he tried to fight his rebellious nature and conform to his superiors. However, this mentality didn't last long as he found himself beaten and 'disciplined' to the point of a nearly broken psyche. Quietly he began to gather up the broken fragments and mold them -although coerced- into a perfect soldier. If your commander said to jump, he asked how high? If you were ordered take a new recruit and 'enlighten' him to how the squad worked, he did it. This went on for man years as Nitire merely acted as a vessel for the armies will... That until he was forced out of his daze to the true nature of his superiors.

 It was supposed to be a simple engagement; a small skirmish on the border with an underwhelming retinue. Despite this information, the captain of his platoon gathered an overwhelming number of soldiers and began the march to the field of battle. Sure enough, fighting ensued as the forces clashed. Nitire was tasked with assaulting the enemies rear with an ambush designed to lure the enemy into overextending. Once again, Nitire did not question this as he took his spear and awaited with the others of the assault squad. Just like clockwork, a small squad acting as a diversion lured the Tormin forces further into Avenasian territory. With a rallying cry, Nitire and his brothers struck a decisive blow against the enemy- who by this point has suffered numerous casualties and eventually surrendered. All the soldiers were rounded up and locked away at camp, left there for questioning with the promise of freedom... Or so Nitire was told.

 "Next." The burly mountain of a man spoke, wiping his blade clean of the freshly spilt blood that now stained his metal and the grass beneath him. As a couple of soldier stepped forward to haul away the freshly disposed corpse, another was led before the towering man and forced to his knees. Nitire watched on in horror as one after one the men were dispatched without mercy or consideration- even if they provided valuable intel.

 "This isn't war! This is nothing more than a slaughter!" Nitire protested, his old rebellious and passionate tendencies begining to reawaken.

 "Shut up, you insubordinate fool! One more outburst and I'll see you in chains along with the other dogs!" His commander retorted, followed by a heavy backhand that threatened to topple the younger and smaller male. It was at this point, Nitire had his revalation and began plotting his future actions.

 Fast forward a few weeks later, and once again they were in the midst of conflict. Set to be part of the assault squad once more, he intentionally set himself at the back of the column. Once the signal was given to attack, the man rounded and began to flee towards the border. It was a heart pounding experience, having to duck in and out of cover as he continued to try and evade any possible pursuers. Luckily enough, the venture wasn't met with any more turmoil as his eyes fell upon a lone harbor and a boat departing soon for the landmass. Using the last of the funds he had on his person, he 'paid' (bribed) the captain to allow his passage aboard the ship to the opposing nation in this conflict.

 He didn't know what else to do... Or rather, he wasn't sure. He had heard stories of the nation of Tormin and it's leaders. 'A nation fighting for peace?' A thought that played out in his head the entire trip across the sea. After seeing the brutal and often evil nature of his commanders in the Avenasian army, he began to entertain the idea of fighting against those who oppressed him and the many others during his time there... More so, he began to envision fighting for a noble purpose. It was then he made up his mind, committing to the idea of surrendering to the Tormin army and volunteering to enlist. He knew there was a chance he'd simply be detained; possibly even deported back to his homeland, but he'd have to try.

 Once the boat made landfall, he found his way to nearest city and surrendered himself to the local guard/militia. At this point, his fate was in the hands of the RSG.

[User]
"My queen, when you stop questioning yourself on whether you do the right thing or not is the day I would worry. Because doubts are what keep us human, and keep us in check as mortals. They strengthen us with the reason they bring. As for whether or not you will give the wrong orders, you may. People may die because of them. But it is because they CHOOSE to fight for you and serve you. You have given people hope, prosperity and most of all a sense of purpose." Kessig pulled her gaze to meet his own. He stared into her misty eyes knowing she hated being vulnerable. "Luna, listen to me. When things get to be too much that's when you come to me ok? I am always here for you. I believe in you heart and soul. I have no idea why the Gods decided to make me as lucky as I have been, but if there is anything I can do to relieve just a little of your burden, please do not hesitate to ask. I know I am a simple soldier, but you make me feel as though as I am so much more. That is how I like to think the citizens feel about you as well. You give them a voice when they have been silent for too long."

"As to Shirok, trust in him as we trust in you. He is a crafty fellow, and from my reports, he's earning the king's favor. Maybe arrange for a code phrase he can send to us. One that if he feels truly in danger, we can dispatch a few men to rescue him. These are just my thoughts of course." Kessig saw her deflate a bit after the talk. He checked to make sure the door was shut, and no one could see them through the window. "Now, let me help you forget about the weight of the world a bit. . . "

[Assistant]
Nitire Segundis

 Nitire fell silent as the woman from before stepped forward, seeming ready to address him as well. He took a moment to look over her form, noting first her age and then her stance. It was obvious by the way the soldier's regarded her, she had some standing, but at her age? Nitire couldn't help but chuckle as she finished her questioning.

 "Believe it or not, we Imperials aren't all heartless monsters." Nitire offered, shrugging his shoulders as his mancles resounded slightly, "But, I couldn't fight for my home anymore. Not after seeing how easily they cast off and discard their humanity." It was after this he paused, noticing the one called Tyme questioning the other soldier just out of hearing range. At first, his curiosity was peaked, but soon his attention would fall back onto the female. "I heard this nation is fighting for peace above all else... I had hoped to fight for such a cause, but I'm ready to accept whatever fate awaits me."

 It was then Tyme stormed to her side, seeming slightly agitated by whatever had transpired. 'Probably advising her not to speak to me. Don't blame the guy.' Nitire nodded in agreement to his own thoughts, falling silent as he stood erect. It's true after what his nation had done, many of this land would likely consider him a monster and view his very existence on this nation as a blight. However, he was grateful for the way they had been treating him, and for the first time in about a month, he felt like a human once again.

 However, his thought process was interrupted abruptly as Tyme now spoke out in his direction. At first, Nitire was surprised by his tone, but narrowed his eyes attentively as he locked his gaze with the other man. As Tyme's gaze flickered between Nitire's and his braclet, Nitire too look down at the small bangle upon his wrist. To be honest, he thought it an odd bauble, but it was standard issue field gear. He never gave it much thought, but now he grew curious. As Tyme began to reveal the nature of these braclets, Nitire couldn't help but widen his eyes in slight surprise.

 "Huh... Never knew this small thing was worth a damn." Nitire chuckled, closing his eyes as he shook his head. The prospect of having something that volatile on his person was somewhat alarming, but the fear was quickly overcome. If he had worn it for this long- odds are he'd be fine for awhile longer. However, his interest fell back to Tyme.

 'These braclets were made from him? What is this guy?

[User]
Katherine smiled at Nitire, "I wasn't implying you all were. There's good and bad people everywhere. I was simply curious as to your situation..." she listened to Tyme as he explained the bracelets. She gave him a very curious look. "...Just who are you, Tyme?....Nevermind, you can explain later. I bet you're just going to brush off the question anyway," she sighed, "But that thing can't just explode on it's own, can it?"

She and turned her attention back to Nitire. Thinking a moment before speaking, "...I still can't say I trust you completely to be honest, however I'm a beleiver in giving people a chance to prove themselves. I can't let you just walk up to one of the most important people in Tormin just like that so here's the deal. If you're sincere, come with me and help me on my mission. I'm sure Tyme and I could use it. Luna may or may not be happy with me about it, but I won't risk her safety. If we have a deal, I can get those manacles off you and we can be on our way. Those things do not look comfortable..."

Kathy offered him her hand to shake on it.

[Assistant]
 Nitire's gaze focused back on the woman before him. With a slight chuckle, he rolled his shoulders- his manacles jingling slightly as he settled back into a casual stance. To be honest, the prospect of meeting the leader of this army wasn't too appealing at this point. However, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about defying the head of command. After a long moment of silence on his part, he'd shrug with a slight smile as he took her hand firmly within his own.

 "Deal," Nitire said, releasing her hand shortly after the shake as he now extended his manacles to the woman, "Might just be my nature, but I can't miss out on some action. People always said I had a rebellious side." With this, his smile would shift to a more quizzical look. It was one thing to be offered a mission without any form of interrogation or induction, but she seemed readily unphased by his statement from earlier. From the things he witnessed, he had convinced himself that he would be considered a monster and be met with disdain..."Katherine was it? Not like I don't appreciate it, but you're putting your neck out there for an Avenasian. Doesn't that bother you?" His gaze and vision softened slightly.

 Perhaps he'd not given these people enough credit. Perhaps his ranting on his execution had been misplaced... With that on his mind, he'd fall silent and await her reply, his manacled arms outstretched towards her. Then his eyes settled back on Tyme. He seemed to know alot about the state of affairs Nitire had found himself in. It is possible this man was an Avenasian as well? All speculation aside, he settled on just focusing on whatever task he was offered.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: Roughly 33 years old.

Personality: Adam is hard to read, and harder to get close to because of his coldly professional attitude. He is suspicious of outsiders he perceives to be "snooping", often including anyone purposefully seeking him out without an easily discernible reason. He has been observed warming up to comrades outside of battle, but remains wary until a friendship solidifies. He shows approval for anyone who actively seeks self-improvement, and will provide indirect support if the opportunity arises. He seeks to remain busy or linked to his NC, otherwise he remains quiet and reflects.

Backstory:Born into the Smoke Bears bandit-clan of Denver-Vegas controlled Appalachia, Adam's life was nomadic and fraught with danger from it's very beginning. As a child he often heard the tale of his people from the Elder, that their home had been beneath the mountains since before the destruction of the world, their rise to power in early years of the nuclear winter due to the gifts handed down from their ancestors, and their tradition of martial prowess and practice before the return of the Corporations. He learned their land, and their peace, had been stolen by Denver-Vegas in their unending greed. Hunted, Adam's people became bandits and raiders, using their ancestral knowledge of the mountains to ambush DV's convoys, their preference for vehicles a hindrance in the rugged terrain where NCs reigned supreme. He grew up to admire the Elder, who guided the Smoke Bears' crown jewel, All Nerves as it's Companion.

As Denver-Vegas' hold on the land strengthened, the Smoke Bears began to decline. Their supplies dwindled as their enemies changed paths, sent greater numbers of NCs and began hunting for their camps. With the future looking bleak, the bandits lost their leader, their idol dormant without it's companion. The Bandits divided, those who sought to stay would hide their identities, burn their flags and become just another settlement. Those who would keep the mantle of the Smoke Bears would seek out among their number the Elder's replacement through the Trials, and would flee their home in the hopes that their brothers and sisters might survive, even if they were run down. All the clan's young tested themselves in the Heart of the Mountain, and three candidates rose to be tested against All Nerves itself. Only Adam could withstand the link, the others rejected, immutable. They would serve the Smoke Bears as pilots of captured NCs, but they would not come near All Nerves of their own volition again. The Trials complete, they chose to bide their time in order to give those fleeing a chance to slip into safety unnoticed.

The time had come, and the Smoke Bears sped away from their home under cover of night, beating a hasty retreat east, the knowledge that their mission would protect their people was wind at their backs. Their destination was a port on the Atlantic, where they would steal ships from the unsuspecting Corporation and flee their homeland. In the fighting, many of the Smoke Bears fell defending their brothers and sisters, yet still more made away into the night on their pilfered crafts to a land they had only heard of, to "Haven". Things were not so simple, and the Smoke Bears had difficulty adapting to their new life, stifled by promises of freedom turned lies. Haven was no home to them, demanding tribute just as the corporations did to simply live on the land. Money was needed to see his people free, and so Adam found himself a Mercenary. Once more, All Nerves and it's companion would protect their people.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Adam's experience makes him suited to Guerilla Warfare and Offense-oriented strategy. During combat, Adam remains mobile at all times, and has learned to maintain accuracy on the move in order to compensate for his NC's lack of melee and to utilize it's much greater speed.

Outside of combat, Adam is a skilled hunter, tracker and trapper. He also is also a capable butcher thanks to her early service to his clan. Adam greatly enjoys poker, stakes or no, and is notoriously difficult to beat among pilots and mechanic crews.

Notes: Adam is intensely protective of his "family" and his NC, protecting them above all else.
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Code-name: "All Nerves"

Appearance:

Body Type: Bipedal Reverse-Joint, Non-Humanoid

Type of NC: Configurable between Light Artillery and Support roles depending on pod selection and munitions loaded.

Equipment & Armaments:

-[Modular] Pod-mounted Rotary autocannon sporting variable ammunition for use against most targets depending on needs. Variable-Fuze HE rounds are the go-to, and can be toggled en masse to be used against most "softer" targets to great effect.

-[Modular] Pod-mounted M.A.C. (Magnetic Accelerator Cannon) for use against Heavily-armored targets. Can be charged to increase projectile velocity and impact strength.

-[Modular] Back-mounted tactical missile pod.

-[Integrated] Back-mounted Radar/LASER designator sensor equipment

-[Integrated] Co-axial chaingun

-[Integrated] Torso Chaff/Decoy/Smoke launch tubes

-[Integrated/MODIFICATION] Modified reactor vents on torso, able to vent reactor plasma in short, weaponized bursts.

-[Integrated] manipulator arms attached to forward torso underneath sensor-cluster.

Notes: The Operational crew surrounding and working on All Nerves is exclusively Smoke-Bear personnel, and most are outwardly hostile to people trespassing.

[User]
Haven Base

Theodore, from the Operations Room, didn't bat an eye at Cassius leaving; he was his own creature. Then, turning to Terra's hologram, the General Commander said, "What do you wish to ask about the defectors? You think you have a way of binding them to our side in record time, or is it something else?"

It was probably the former, but the latter cannot be discounted. Right now, the main problem was the fact that Terra wanted revenge - the cold kind - on Alexander Sky for harming Kyexun; granted, Alexander might get re-brainwashed into an actual enemy soon, but Theodore was personally attached to that kid. One who loves the people can be troubled, he thought; that was one of his imperfections. So he continued, "If you can guarantee their loyalty, that would be an additional advantage to our forces."

A pause, "Now, can you please come to the Operations Room; it's an order."

[Assistant]
Cody Ang

In Cody's point of view, The recent battle was more of a victory for Haven than a loss. Though two of their pilots were taken out of action, one of them being the team leader, he had managed to somehow convince TABRIS to defect. He had also heard that Terra had also persuaded a comrade of hers to desert Red-star as well, making it two new additions. All of this, coupled with the fact that Haven managed to fend off Red-star's attack completely, was better than what Cody had expected to happen.

The arrival of Haven's third fleet was also good news to him, and the fact that they managed to eliminate a Red-star force by itself also meant that it could hold its own in a fight. Theodore was right, Haven did indeed have a chance to come out victorious this time, however slim that chance may be. And then the commander introduced the new leader. As far as Cody could tell, he seemed alright, but he would see if he was as competent a leader as Zahra was in the upcoming battle. Cody also saw Caz casually greet everyone as he left the room, his actions didn't surprise him however, Caz could do whatever he wanted. He was about to leave to go check on TABRIS when he saw Terra approach the commander to ask something about the defectors. He was curious decided to stay and see what she had to ask, seeing as how he's technically one himself.


[System]
"What I do is for the Cenith Empire. If the Empire says to take that hill no matter the cost, I don't try. I do it."- Lt. Gunter Speidel before the Battle of Wolfreach during the crusade.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Species: Human
Appearance: Picture above. Gunter is a big man, having been built for heavy infantry work. Very muscular and intimidating in his armor.

Personality: A soldier at heart, Gunter is a man with an objective: take the fight to the enemy and apply as much explosive solution as feasibly possible. Even so, out of combat Gunter is often very calm but intimidating, using this feature to his full advantage to keep his platoon in line. However, he was also known to be compassionate with his men, helping them with any problems they came across. As with most soldiers, Gunter is prideful of his own country and proud to be serving in the Empress's Royal Army.

With the recent loss of most of Gunter's family, Gunter is in a torn state, with Gunter being unpredictable and irritable even toward his own superiors. He has not got reprimanded yet as his feelings are mutual across the majority of the army, but Gunter is walking the line.

Bio: To understand Gunter's background, there must be an brief explanation of Gunter's world. The Empire of Cenith and the Collad Republic, both military powerhouses, were at each other's throats since the day the Collad Republic seceded from the Empire. Now, however, there is a even larger threat to both nations than each other: a entity, or what some would call an infection of the land, that is only known as "The Mire." It would take a book to write about everything about the Mire and what it could do, but as for an example of what this entity could do was learn from the minds of those who perished within it, raise the dead back from their grave and boost their abilities, and even take control of the mind in some cases. Even so, both sides fought each other from the days of knights and horses to trench warfare to finally the days where the first assault rifle was first being deployed in elite military units.

When Gunter came into the world, he was born into a very patriotic family. The family has had a history of military service and was proud of it. They expected their son and later their daughter, Gunter's younger sister, to enlist into the Royal Army of the Cenith Empire. This was only reinforced by the fact that school in Cenith taught military classes. Upon his graduation, Gunter decided to enlist into the Royal Army, passing basic training with flying colors, and serving first as a basic rifleman.

Eventually, Gunter climbed through the ranks and reached the rank of Lt, but soon after his valiant last stand against a Mire incursion protecting a town from sure destruction he was recommended to undergo higher tier specialized training. Gunter accepted this proposal and underwent the Royal Army's training program for grenadiers, the Royal Army's shock infantry and explosive specialists. Passing this training, he was put into the famous 12th Royal "Blasting Betty" Grenadier Regiment.

Unfortunately at this point in Gunter's career the world decided that the Cenith Empire and the Collad Republic were a threat to their new religion centered around the Mire and called upon a crusade to eliminate both nations. Though both nations have populations that would make China blush in comparison, the Collad Republic and the Cenith Empire after having a relative 10 years worth of peace made an unlikely alliance to repel the invaders. Five years in, the crusade is still going strong, but the nations are not giving any ground without a fight. Millions of lives are already lost, including some of those of Gunter's family and friends. Still, Gunter survived for five years worth of the crusade in intense battles and combat. At one point, just entering a combat zone alive made a soldier a veteran! Gunter did this and much more for his family and his country, if not because the religious fanatics at his doorstep would murder him.

Power: Gunter wears a bracelet that contains eight orbs-like "gems" of magical energy, activating many passive buffs for Gunter. As long as Gunter has his bracelet he has the ability to be slightly tougher via a weak shield if an attack lands, his attacks hitting slightly harder, slightly faster and more agile, and heal quicker than normal. Of course, this was nothing special in Gunter's world. In addition, he can use minor magic with water, earth, air, and fire.
Likes: The Empire, his family, his comrades, the Royal Army and his equipment
Dislikes: Religious fanatics, insubordination, and generally anything that wants to kill him.
Family: Only living family Gunter now has is his sister Natali Speidel, who is yet to be 18.
Friends: Gunter's platoon can be called his friends as he would die in a ditch for them.
Sentimental Attachment: Gunter keeps a photograph of his regiment and his family in his breast pocket. Always.
Weapon: 7.5mm Field Assault Rifle, 4-shot Grenade Launcher, "power" sword, Semi-Auto handgun, combat knife, 5kg worth of demolition charges, wide variety of grenades to be used with the grenade launcher.
Other: Grenadier-issued explosive-resistant armor, Orbal Fiber Armor(Armored clothing worn underneath), Standard issue orb bracelet(2x Air,2x water, 2x Earth, 2x Fire. 1x fire,water,earth, and air in reserve), Matches, Compass, All-Weather Clothing, Multi-purpose tool, Sanitation and personal hygiene items, Emergency Blanket, First-Aid Kit, Cenith-Issue Gas Mask, Work Gloves, Heavy-Duty tape, Cenithian-issue foldable survival shovel, foldable survival hatchet, Cenithian issue Rucksack, Cenithian Issue Binoculars, Airtight shatterproof safety Jar.

Newly acquired Equipment: Orbal Fiber Armor(Armored clothing worn underneath), Dust Glade Ammunition ( extremely explosive and acidic), fire, lighting, wind and water Assault Rifle Ammunition, Lightning Orb for bracelet(Gunter reckons this will behave like the air orbs), Anti-Personnel Mines.

[User]
Zara huffed perturbed from her diaphragm. It didn't seem like she was going to get paid for any of this given no suitable answers were made for all the questions posed. If she wasn't going to get paid for a missed contract, she hoped for some invigorating action elsewhere; this was a task of mythic proportions, so the thought of shooting a few demons made up for the poverty of her pockets. Her green eyes shifted around to all eight of her new co-stars, and after a moment's pause, she spoke up:

"Well, whose head I gotta shoot first to get some clean answers 'round here?"

[Assistant]
Julia

Julia calmed herself down and her hands stopped glowing red then she looked around at everyone seeing that they were still confused however hearing Angelina speak made her smile. She seemed to be the only one who understood the situation at hand.

"Firstly I am NOT a child. I'll have you know I am twenty years of age! Lalafell are naturally small. I will not send anyone home until you have done what I have summoned you here to do. So go ahead, cry like a child, scream and shout! Let your pitty little world as well as all other worlds and universes die and when they do and trust me, they will. You will be to blame. So tell me again that you won't help because I know for a fact you will! Angelina, yes that pretty much sums it up. I knew I was going to like you when I read your files. Now, let me add to that. As Angelina said, these are cracks in reality. By going through them you could end up in a whole new world, dimension, universe, literally anywhere. That is if you survived. by going through the crack, before you reach the other side, you enter a place of nothingness. In between realities and by going there it rips you apart and instantly kills you. By dying like that everyone who once knew you will forget about you like you never existed. Now, why you? I chose you because each and every one of you have some sort of combat experience. You are all willing to work in a team if you have no other choice, and you are willing to do whatever it takes to survive. You also have the means to do so in this specific world. You were all perfect choices. Before you ask, I read all your files, from birth to your current selves in the Liberary of Knowledge. Now as Aeris said, time is of the essence. Right now no cracks has appeared here but one could very easily do so. For now we must venture further into the world and we need to find the source of the cracks, follow me please."

She waved her hand for everyone to follow and walked towards the forest. After taking a few steps she stopped and turned around to see if everyone was following her not.

Ming

Ming listened to Aeris and clenched her fist then she looked and listened to Angelina. She at least seemed to understand the situation. Finally the little girl spoke again, well at first, shouted. For a little one she had a loud voice which shocked her a bit and the way she spoke to her shocked her more. She had to admit she had a point. She looked to the building they were all in front of, her guess was the Liberary of Knowledge but she could be wrong finally she looked to the girl again.

"Fine, I'll help but who put you in charge and if no cracks have appeared in this world then how do you know so much about them?"

She looked around before stepping forward to Julia. She wondered if anyone else agreed with her.

[User]
Aeris listened to what the others had to say, patiently waiting for his answers, he looked at the man that spoke right after him, making it snow, excited, arrogant, his comment on what time is as a construct of mortal perception is both true and false, a topic for another time and useless in the current situation.

The next who spoke up, a soldier, Gunter, his armor and his helmet it was clear even by the way he spoke, he could even determine whether or not he was an officer of some sort and it seems he shared the same questions Aeris had, he carried himself professionally and kept his calm even in the midst of a colorful range of characters.

And after Gunter the blood covered woman known as Patricia, he wasn't exactly elated at the sight of blood, it reminded him of how he died, alone, fending for himself, abandoned during the crusades.

Then his eyes fell upon the human named D'ren, it was clear in eyes that he was guilty of lust, the way he looked at Patricia was enough to give him the impression, not to mention the way he was dressed.

But it is when Angela spoke, he found some sense, someone who reclarified the situation everyone was in, quite attentive, thoughtful, and focused, her questions only added on to Aeris's.

When Dante spoke his voice had a sarcastic tone as he asked about their options which was in a nutshell, help or everything and everyone dies horrid deaths, unnecessary but humor is needed in times of gloom and doom.

And lastly Zara, who wanted answers, and she wanted them at that moment, it seemed reasonable, all these questions in the past few minutes of talking and still no answer.

Suddenly the girl in the middle burst in anger towards Ming as she stated her age, surprising twenty years of age and she still looked like a child, afterwards she gave them the information they needed as she beckoned them to follow her into the forest, but again Ming spoke up bringing up decent questions, if none had appeared in this realm how does she know what the cracks are? and furthermore, is she really in charge or is there someone else behind this task?

Pressing questions, yet, as time grew shorter for the mortals, these were questions for another time as he sheathed his sword and his wings raised from in front of him to fold behind his back, drooping like a cape as he walked to follow her without a word as he still had a duty to act upon, a holy charge he could not disobey, to repent for the sins of his past and wipe clean his slate.

[Assistant]
Lt. Gunter never saw such a display in his life. Then again, how could he have predicted that he will be whisked away and summoned in some unknown world? Either way, Gunter made the prideful assumption that a Cenithian grenadier, namely a Blasting Betty, was summoned to save what was called a universe and connecting universes. The rough summary that Angela provided made sense to Gunter as he toiled the information through his mind. If that was correct, the Empire would be in worse danger than the Mire kicking down their doorstep. Hell, the Mire could be what was causing this. If that was the case, that would mean the Mire was a graver threat than any of them thought.

However, Gunter did not jump to conclusions. This was unmarked territory to him, filled with the unknown, and they may even lack a home base to rest up and plan a course of action. Once more, Gunter knew that whatever supply lines he had before he was teleported were gone. That was a grave concern to him, even more than the strangers before him.

After hearing them speak, Gunter came to a few more conclusions. First of all, Dante seemed to be some sort of mercenary. Second, the way Patricia acted betrayed that she was a civilian. Unpredictable and worse of all, having to be babysitted. Perhaps Gunter could change that but in the meantime he will simply take note that she spoke when he did and do no more. Zara? Mercenary written all over from how she spoke but Gunter stuck with his previous assessment of her being disciplined. Ming was a hot-head despite her obvious combat experience, but she did raise specific questions that would be nice to know. Chain of command would be necessary knowledge, but the intel of how she knows of this would prove Julia's legitimacy. The kitsune, Ryteb, just made unnecessary use of magic. However, for now Gunter will reserve his conclusion of him for when battle is upon him, mages being what they were.

None of the others changed his first impression as quickly, but now was not the time to think of opinions. This was the time for action, and Gunter had plenty of energy for it and soldiers followed orders. He took a step forward to follow Julia but made sure to take out a empty shell casing and toss it into the forest. The Mire took too much from him already, and so he did this so that it would not take anything else from him. It was then when Gunter spoke.

"Aside from what the Felinus just asked I need to know a few important details. First: we need a home base. You have that set up for us? Second, I am concerned as an officer about the restock of supplies. If we don't have a good supply line or at least an area to get resupplied that should be our number one priority, not the cracks, until those are established. After all, some of us need bullets, munitions, food and water to maintain optimal capability. Third, we need to know the lay of the local area at least and where you are taking us. Or are you expecting us to do the job of the those boys in the Rangers?" Gunter realized he said 'Felinus' and mentally cursed, noting that this may be taken the wrong way and bracing himself for that. I'm not paid enough for this shyte! Then again, when am I ever paid enough?


[System]
Game Origin: Borderlands 2
Appearance:

Personality: Zer0 is an enigma. Very literal, he only speaks in haiku, and ultimately a rather silent type. Zer0 is the epitome of 'mysterious' and his personality greatly reflects that. Some may even wonder if he's even human...

Background:  Warning, contains Borderlands 2 and Borderlands: The PreSequel spoilers on the off chance that you're still avoiding those.

Zer0, the mysterious Assassin, has led a life. Probably. From being 'recruited' by Handsome Jack just to have an attempt on his life made, Zer0 and the other surviving Vault Hunters teamed up to.... Kill Handsome Jack. Which they did, murdering thousands of people along the way as they paved a path of destruction against the psychos of Pandora's wastelands. Having killed the Warrior, an ancient alien weapon, and Jack there were some other adventures from battling Pirates to a Tournament to the death to hunting in the wilds to torturing a guy for information while their friends played DnD upstairs!

Since then, Zer0 and the other living Vault Hunters had teamed up with other Vault Hunters, searching the Galaxy for new Vaults and allies for a mysterious war that loomed on the horizon.

And if there's one thing Zer0 knows, it's murder and mystery.

Specialty: Stealth | Assassin | Decoy
Level: 3
Experience: 5/30
Powers:
* Decepti0n — Aka Stealth. Zer0 becomes invisible, deploying a holographic decoy of himself
* b0re — Zer0's bullets penetrate through enemies and their equipment, dealing increased damaged with each hit.
* Execute — Zer0 can dash to an enemy within 3 meters of him for a melee attack that deals massive damage.

Strengths:
* Agility, Zer0 is light on his feet.
* Marksmanship
* Swordsmanship

Weaknesses:
* Can only speak in Haiku
* Squishy (aka, little in the way of defenses)
* No social skills

Spirits: (See Spirits section for details. Start with none)
* Robot Scout
The Scout's distinctive cap and earpiece are integrated with Zer0's suit, and the bottom halves of his legs bear a distinctly retro robotic look. His facial display is also light blue now instead of red. This spirit confers the Power Frontrunner Hardware, increasing running speed and jump height while allowing an impossible midair jump. This spirit also inflicts the Weakness Robo-susceptibility, making him vulnerable to EMP and other jamming attacks

Kindred Spirits:
* Widowmaker (Overwatch)
* Gaige the Mecromancer (Borderlands 2)
* Ahri (League of Legends)

Inventory:
* His trusty sword
* Some crappy sniper
* Null Sector Ammo Case
A case containing a variety of extra ammunition, including pistol, rifle, and sniper rounds. Its variety means there isn't an abundance of each type, but there's enough of each: 40 pistol, 20 rifle, and 9 sniper. All rounds in this purple Null Sector case are Null Sector rounds, which incorporate laser technology to deal heat as well as puncture damage, and also function as tracers.
* Synapse
An organic rifle whose internal organs generate potent charges of bioelectricity to accurately fry enemies at close or medium range. It unleashes 12 jolts per second in a continuous stream, with 72 jolts per charge and 6 seconds to fully recharge, though it won't fire while recharging. The weapon does not need to feed, but it should be cleaned.

[User]
Courier 6
Level 2 - (3/20) EXP
Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon
Word Count:666

The Courier's grin of determination widened into a grin of mad glee. All these creatures had become pathetic in their mad dash to safety! Or maybe it was his sub-dermal armor and they were simply too weak to pierce his protected skin? Either way, he was able to shove beyond them with the effort he forced into the crowd and remained largely uninjured. Then he came across a veritable minefield of bombs, powder kegs by the looks of them (and he did NOT appreciate being reminded of what assholes the Powder Gangers were!) in such great number that he instantly regretted setting foot near the area.

Then they all exploded. Shit.

Courier 6 fell back, hitting his head on the soft belly of a goblin behind him, knocking it out in the process but receiving some nasty whiplash. Ears ringling ding ding dingling with that sweet familiar sensation of tinnitus (or was that his music?), he clumsily dashed back up to his feet, stumbling more than once. He spared a glance back at the small horde he had outpaced, in particular the one that had broken his fall. "Thanks. Now stay. Put. Agh, gonna be feeling this one in the mornin'." He rubbed his neck, turning back to observe the devastated landscape.

Large piles of rubble were only matched by the equally numerous holes littering his path forward. Up ahead he could just barely spot the backside of Zer0. The assassin got ahead of him at some point? Was he not paying that much attention, or did Zer0 use that stealth boy suit he seemed so fond of? Eh, didn't matter. Point was, they were nearly out of the canyon together and more importantly likely to be able to engage the bomb-lobbing assholes. Quickly the Courier worked to put the pace in and catch up.

No sooner had he approached Zer0 did he see what exactly they were up against. The trio of green men appeared to be no different than their dull cohorts with spears, yet undoubtedly each possessed a measure of intelligence that outpaced the larger collective, at least in terms of chemistry. Making these explosives was both complicated and dangerous. Added to that, these varmints were callous enough to saturate their own kin with bombs just to get at two trespassers. Was that the influence of this Galeem? Possibly, but 6 felt the situation wouldn't have been much different without the winged ball of ass's involvement.

OHSHITAROCKET! The target was Zer0, leaving 6 plenty of room to dive aside, but he was not happy with the situation. There was only one course of action to take, he thought as he got up and glared through the dust.

"So YOU'RE the bomb chucking dickweeds, huh?!" he called out just as the radio changed to another familiar song. Hearing the first few notes clicked something in the Courier's brain, giving him an idea. "Where I come from, we're overstocked on explosions! If you can't be more like The Ink Spots, then I'd rather return to sender!"

And thus, without further warning, the Courier took aim with his Ratslayer and activated VATS, this time with the full intent of plugging as many rounds as he could before exhausting his short term stamina. The target was easy to pick out: the large powder keg strapped to the back of one of these varmints. The goblin's body was stout, covering most of it. Factoring in distance, erratic movement from laughter, range and accuracy of the weapon, plus overall skill… The report came in at 19% chance to hit. What about the shriveled sphincter-potato they call a head? 46%, more than twice the chance. More reliable than hoping to pierce a wooden keg with burning hot metal in hopes of igniting black powder? Sure. More awesome? Hell no! Four shots queued up, four shots fired, and hope for the best.

[Assistant]
Michael
Level 1- (6/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Master's Mushroom
Wordcount: 609

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To Michael's surprise, the Centurion seemed to grasp the concept of guns rather quickly. He had noticed him perk up a bit at the mention of gunpowder, so it seemed like gunpowder existed in his world, but guns hadn't been invented yet, or they had been invented but weren't in widespread use. He had expected the armored man to be confused, even angry at the idea, but he seemed to take it rather well. Looks like he's smarter than I thought. At least he isn't calling me a witch or something. He surprised Michael again by describing what was essentially the concept of covering fire. Nodding, he began to speak. "Right, that's what we call 'covering fire' back home. One guy shoots at the enemy to suppress them, while the other guy moves up. You'll still have to watch out for other enemies, but it should let you get close enough to hit them."

Blazermate joined in soon after that, adding some more information about rifling and how many rounds guns can fire. When the Centurion spoke, he couldn't help but rub the back of his neck nervously. Well, he's not wrong...this is probably is a bad time to mention the fact that I'm a career criminal. Thinking about it, he realized that he hadn't bothered to tell anyone about his past. While he doubted that it would make the rest of the group hate him, he wasn't exactly looking forward to that conversation.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he stood and listened as the hooded man (The 'Master of Masters', huh? Someone's got an ego...) began his explanation. What he said lined up with what he already knew. The weird angel thingy was called Galeem, and it was responsible for fucking everything up. Apparently, there were thirteen powerful beings that powered Galeem, and they would fight these beings, and he knew that because he could see into the future, somehow. While he looked somewhat unassuming, Michael figured that, if he had survived the event that turned everyone else into brainwashed slaves, he had to have some sort of powers.

The explanation of spirits caused him to raise an eyebrow. Well, I'll be fucked. Spirits exist. Religious revelations aside, what the Master of Masters described was a very intriguing concept. While the idea of taking a spirit into your mind, or turning it into a weapon seemed a bit cruel, he figured that if they were all going to return to their bodies when Galeem was defeated, it would be worth it. All I know, if I find Trevor out here, he is not going within five hundred feet of my mind. I don't know what the fuck goes on up there, and I don't want to know. Pushing several disturbing images out of his head, Michael was excited to learn that there were ways to free people without turning them into spirits. Besides Kirby, who was still incapacitated, it seemed that this 'Master of Masters' was the only one capable of doing so. While his 'keyblade' looked rather impractical, if it worked, Michael couldn't complain.

The Centurion seemed rather worried, and he couldn't blame him. To his surprise, the girl in the hammock answered his question. So, she's not dead. Guess the Master guy used his key-thingy on her. Looking around at the rest of the group, he cleared his throat. "Well... I guess we're gonna go and save the fuckin' multiverse now." He let out a heavy sigh. "Great. Just when I ready to retire...well, there's nothing I can do about it now 'cept complain, or getting out there and fighting. So, uh...let's get out there, I guess."


[System]
Age: ?
Appearance:

Personality: Likes chasing people, dragging people around with its claws, terrorizing old ladies and being sneaky. Hates wolves. Thinks fireflies are yummy.

Profession: Staring Contest Champion

History: ??

[User]
Naia stared upwards when she awoke, wondering where she was. She sat up slowly, thinking through possible scenarios. Her first thought was that maybe this was a dream, but a quick, stinging pinch of her forearm quickly disproved that theory. Then she thought that perhaps she had been kidnapped, to be ransomed for a large sum of money, but then she realized that they would have contained her somewhere far better than in a tent. If she was to find out what had happened to her, she would have to uncover more information.

The brunette observed her surroundings, taking in the sights and sounds, making a mental checklist of what to investigate. She stood slowly and carefully so as to avoid making a sound. First, she observed the contents of the tables, quickly looking over the titles of the books. After a quick observation of the old man, she moved to the flap of the tent. She picked up the lantern, looking at it closely. The color of the light was very pretty, and the markings, though strange, intrigued her as well. What stood out the most was the source of the light. Naia knew that there were no eggs that should be able to glow like that.

Then, holding the lantern in one hand, she peeked outside the tent, pulling the flap back just enough that she could peek outside, but not enough that anyone would notice. She took in the sight of the creatures, which looked like beasts of myth. Naia, always a lover of stories, listened for a while. In doing so, she realized that they spoke of the sunlight in their stories as if there hadn't been any for a while. She stored that theory and the stories away in her mind, and retreated back into the tent.

Processing the information she had unearthed, she came up with a conclusion. She was nowhere near home, in a foreign land with many strange things. That realization, that she was seemingly far away from home, far away from her mother and father, far away from the desk and chair she loved to sit at and write stories on late into the night, it both saddened and frightened her, and yet, at the same time, this new place intrigued her, and ignited in her a curiosity that burned like a wildfire. Then the frightened feeling won out as she realized that, in order to discover what happened to her, and where she actually was, she would have to talk to people. Her grip subconsciously tightened around the handle of the lantern, which she still had not realized was still in her hand.Pulling herself together, she walked over to the mattress, where the old man slept, and kneeled down.

"Um, excuse me, sir? Uh, hello?" she said, trying to wake him up, hoping he could help her. Her voice, though normal volume, seemed quiet and nervous, but clear.

[Assistant]
Eventually Artemis found herself trying not to slink as she made her way through the back alleys of Oyagun Nai. Nura had been hidden away at the edge of the town, along with the staff (trying to leave with it had only ended with the gryphon following and nipping after her) and the rabbit mask (Artemis was fairly certain any benefit it would've granted her wouldn't be worth the swift imprisonment and/or death she'd face if she was caught with it).

The Oyagun Nai was a marvel, even in the dark – sandy and sea-kissed, laced with odd runic machinery Artemis didn't know how to begin to understand. Voices echoed through the streets, shouts and cried joining to make a single murmuring blanket that covered the village.

Food, clothes, weapons, gear.

The list repeated in her head as she crouched behind a building, listening to the passing of footsteps. Her own steps were silent as a secret thanks to her runes. The echoes of the rune Oseely had burned into her hand still tingled her flesh, itching for use. Not for the first time, she eyed the pulley system above her, basket ripe with the promise of supplies. But she didn't have enough control over Nura yet to grab them on a fly-by, and with this many people out and about she didn't trust that she could climb up and grab the loot without being seen. Of course, the darkness would work in her favor… But getting caught fifty feet off the ground on a tight-rope wasn't the most appealing idea.

The footsteps she'd been tracking disappeared deeper into the village, and Artemis took the opportunity to dash from her hiding spot behind a building to an alley across the road. It was lined by two buildings, houses or small stores, if she had to guess, wide open windows revealing the interiors were dark and still. The alley was maybe forty feet long, turning left at the end. Artemis hurried across the road, intending to follow the alley.

"Come on, Jani said north end's a wreck!"

A voice bounced off the walls and Artemis cursed as her heart jumped to her throat. She'd already entered the alleyway when she saw the flickering of torchlight dancing on the walls. Without thinking, she dove right, through the window of a building. Artemis toppled over herself, landing flat on her back and shaking the floor, but the collision was a silent one, at least. It wasn't one of her more graceful moves. Her skirt was a mess around her, lifted dangerously high on her torso. Her hand was crushed over her mouth, trying to stifle her coughing after her fall, tears burning her eyes. She tried to get a hold of herself as whoever was running to the north end passed by her window without incident.

Artemis took a moment to just lay there, not-choking and definitely not-reviewing-all-her-mistakes. When she was finally confident she could breathe without wheezing, she let her hand fall from her mouth. Placing it on the ground, she used it to push herself up with a wince and a stifled groan. That landing had hurt.

Artemis blinked and took in her new surroundings.


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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Elara

Location: Mojo... world?
Skills: N/A

Listening to Longshot, it sounded like he'd escaped Mojo's TV shows quite often. Part of her felt sympathy for him. That he kept getting sent back into them. Another part of her felt even more suspicious of him. After so many failed attempts to hide from Mojo, how could they guarantee that this wasn't the first place Mojo would look for them? The guy definitely had a few screws loose. Who wouldn't after being brainwashed so many times?

Sapphire and Longshot began to bicker. Elara sighed and shook her head. Just focus on where you're stepping. We'll be there in no time. She watched the ground, making an effort to avoid any random debris or questionable wetness in the sewers. She usually didn't care about mud or trash, but sewage waste? You had to be downright disgusting to trod through it without a care.

Hearing Andrew's comment brought some light over their situation. Elara smiled softly and looked his way. She shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head, even though Sapphire and Longshot tried to dismiss his comment when they approached a ladder. "You're right, Andrew. We could still be stuck in the show."

She looked forwards and watched as Longshot, Andrew, Evelyn, and Casey made their way up the surface. For a second, she waited to hear shouting and the commotion of Mojo goons from up above. Before she could hear anything, Casey's head poked into their view from down below. Elara felt the tension in her shoulders slack. If Casey said it was safe, Elara would believe her.

Elara slowly stepped up to the ladder and looked at Sapphire. "I'm still not sure if I trust either of them, but I've got your backs." She gripped the bars and turned her head to the opening. "Let's get back to Earth so we can kick Gardner's ass." With that said, she climbed her way to the top.

Once up, she straightened out her shirt and took use of the flower hairtie around her wrist. She pulled her hair up into a ponytail and surveyed the room as she tied it in place. The sight was... well, it wasn't great. It looked like even alien planets had countless homeless civilians. Was this just Earth.2, or actually a different planet?

"Are all of these people hiding from Mojo?" She asked Longshot.

[Assistant]
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⚡John Watts⚡ and 🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹

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Location: Mojoworld - Sewers -> Hobo Camp
Skills: N/A

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 Watts heard Elara's comment about McDonalds and he couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Before his divorce, he would take Leda and Stephen through the drive through. They were never more quiet than on the car ride back home, gorging themselves on the (admittedly pretty substandard) nuggets and fries. Those had been good days. He missed getting to see Leda, as she lived in England with his ex-wife's family. Stephen was off at college. He supposed he had a bit of an empty nest, something he wasn't accustomed to. He made a silent vow that once all of this was over, he and Stephen were going to England to visit Leda. Family was more important than anything else.

 He frowned, not satisfied with Longshot's answer either. Everything seemed to just be another direction to wait. They were supposed to just relax and wait for Spiral in this safe house of sorts that Longshot was routinely dragged out of. Their guide seemed to be a massive idiot with a hero complex, given that he had escaped this place before and didn't have enough good sense to stop coming back. He pitied Spiral's attachment to him. He had to imagine that every time Longshot was captured again, Spiral was tempted to just whack his head off with one of her swords and wash her hands of the entire mess.

 Watts scrambled up the ladder, his eyes widening a bit. It looked like a picture of a Hooverville during the Great Depression.

 Arthur grit his teeth, making his way carefully and lithely up the ladder. On the other side, he was struck with a sense of awe - and admiration. While the others likely saw the weakness and poverty, he saw their strength. These people were managing to survive despite the hand dealt to them. He knew all too well how easy it was to give into despair, to just waste away. They were still fighting, still demanding of themselves to carry on. He wondered how many of his companions would be able to do the same, marooned in a land that was unwelcoming, forced to fend for themselves like a stray dog.

 "How often do they raid?" he then asked Longshot. If there was no telling when Spiral was going to show up, at least he hoped Longshot would know how long until Mojo came to look for them there. If he were Mojo, this would have been one of the first places to go search. It struck him as a bit odd that they had allowed this place to stand. Maybe Mojo got some joy out of this sick, depraved game of his - capturing people, torturing them, wiping their minds, letting them loose, and catching them just to repeat the cycle. "We should secure a perimeter."