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Behind the Avatar
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: He enjoys the competition and teamwork that comes with PvP Warzones and small team Arenas. Competition has really been in Warrick's blood. First he found it through sports. Now through video games. Outside of the game he barely scrapes by while working as a convenience store assistant manager.

The Avatar
Name: Vander "The Watcher"
Appearance

Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Character Level: 100
Alignment: 0
Job Class: Ranger 15 | Scout 15 | The Watcher 5 | Sniper 10 | Trapper 15 | Tracker 15 | Battlefield Tactician 10 | Bounty Hunter 15

Fighting Style: Long Range Nuking and Tactics

Strengths: Being a long range fighter puts the Watcher in an excellent position to observe enemy movements and grants the opportunity to change his party's tactics as needed. His skill with a bow is very high meaning he can hit all but the most agile of opponents. As a scout his base movement speed is increased above that of most others. He is also incredible with tracking and hunting with some powerful camouflage abilities for specific terrain.

Weaknesses: Focusing in long range combat makes the Watcher a formidable force until he enters into melee. While he is capable of fighting in melee with his dagger, Whisper, the combination of a lack of reach and melee power he is only strong as far as normal standards for this new world. While he can move faster than most opponents can run he has no ability to dash instantly making dodging a challenge if he is not expecting it.

Equipment/Abilities Worthy of Note
The Watcher's Longbow: This longbow was earned from the epic story questline, "The Watcher's Final Days" resulting in the unique title "the Watcher" being earned along-side the longbow as a weapon. This quest was known to be one of the hardest to complete in Yggdrasil's hayday, and Vander rose to the challenge simply to test himself. The bow has excellent stats, however they are not the most powerful in the game. The bow has a powerful unique effect especially for a tracker: for an entire day so long as an arrow has been fired from this bow the Watcher knows which direction the arrow is at all times. Distance still needs to be calculated through basic trigonometry or just walking towards the arrow.

The Replicating Quiver: Once a day this quiver fills itself with 24 arrows so long as there is one inside. These arrows have the same effect as the original not counting ointments such as poison.

Whisper: This curved dagger is a crafted reward from a player-run guild vs guild tournament run by the server's biggest merchant and crafting guild. They ended up barely winning in a knock-out drag-out battle. The blade was best suited for assassins, however with the Watcher's active camouflage ability and lacking a decent melee weapon at the time he ended up with the blade.

Active Camouflage: While in natural terrain when using his active camouflage ability, the Watcher is nearly invisible to the untrained eye while not moving. Movement causes a slight distortion as it adapts to the new surroundings. It does work in more urban environments, however it only works when he is not moving at all and it takes longer to activate.

The Watcher's Eye: Earning the Watcher title also granted Vander the unique ability known as "the Watcher's Eye". This is a passive ability that highlights the best trails to traverse that a even a trained eye would have some difficulty seeing. He can also see the trails of all creatures that traversed a natural environment and even detect how old the trails are. While it does not directly let him see invisible opponents he can without too much trouble track their movements as long as they cannot hide their movements at a high level.

How a normal human would view me: He appears to normal humans as a very focused and calculating elf. He also has a constantly combat ready stance giving a slightly paranoid feel about him.

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SpringPuppy

The closing day of YGGDRASIL had been a sentimental one for Spring, in the final moments he could not help bit feel bittersweet as he looked back on all his old memories. He should have been shocked when the game did not shut down when it was supposed to, but in fact he was relieved. Spring had always been bad when it came to handling change, so just a few extra minutes in this game he loved so much only brought a smile to his face and a warm chuckle. He looked beside him at Sapphire. Her presence had brought him comfort, with her at his side he felt that his old guild mates were too with him. Spring parted his mouth to begin speaking a quiet thanks to the NPC but before the words could leave his mouth...

Something was attacking the Apocalypse Now guildhall.   What is this?!? A raid?!?  Spring thought to himself as the feeling of adrenaline began to surge through his body. One last fight didn't seem like such a bad idea and so with a wolfish grin Spring readied his spear. His mind had become so focused on combat so quickly that he failed to notice the differences from YGGDRASIL, Springs hands tightened around the shaft of his spear getting a firm grip on it and he steadied his breathing. Everything was different and yet the same, this was not his body yet it was.

But he did not have to wait long to see what was happening, a knight was charging a monster. A beholder... The grotesque being was sending red beams of energy out from its eye. This discovery caused Spring to hesitate for a few moments, which allowed him to start on questioning things. He had never felt anxiety before combat within the game so why now was he suddenly growing colder, a slight sweat starting to form on his brow.

A sense of dread began to eat away at Spring like never before. However. A light gasp to his side pulled Spring's gaze. Sapphire was staring at the raging Beholder, her face no more expressive than it was when the night began; however, her hands shifted in front of her as she repositioned her grip on Faith's hilt. Spring could tell how tense her body was, one warrior to another. But she didn't move. Her eyes came down briefly and met his.

In one brief moment of understanding, he could see the question she wasn't voicing. She wanted permission to engage. Springs mind was clear of all negative thoughts, with the brave Sapphire next to him his resolve hardened and when he looked back at the beholder once more he no longer felt anxious. He felt his muscles relax as his body loosened up, he did not realise how worried he really was in that moment.

His cheeks turned slightly red from embarrassment as he turned once more to Sapphire. "We shall strike this beast together. Now with me Sapphire, let us slay this abomination."  Spring began to move forward to engage the beholder. His movements were that of such vigour and confidence that none would have guessed this seemingly brave warrior had almost became a coward a few moments before.

@Lord Zee @BurningDaisies @Stern Algorithm @Anyone else in the guildhall.

[Assistant]
"Nn!" Sapphire answered with a nod. She faced the Beholder squarely and raised her sword high to her left.

Two balls of light appeared behind Sapphire's shoulders, spinning outward. Quickly they grew, then stretched. In a beautiful display of majesty, Sapphire unfolded her wings. Pushing the air aside in a short, sharp wind, her wings reached far out to each side. The pure white feathers glowed with a light brighter than mere reflection could produce. Then they folded back, again pushing a breeze into the space behind her. Sapphire crouched lower, tensed her legs, and drew her sword back just a little more.

The Beholder's attention was turning down, the colossal eye swiveling to face the guardian who had attacked it. It wasn't watching Sapphire.

Without so much as a word, Sapphire unleashed the power in every part of her body in one tremendous leap. Instantly she was passing just behind the monster. Her sword came slashing forward, digging deeply into the back of the Beholder and leaving a gash across its back from one end to the other. Her momentum carried right on to the ceiling, where she twisted her body into a somersault, 'landed' on her feet against a beam, and pushed off again, this time aiming straight at the top of the Beholder.

The monstrous eye was turning away from the warrior below to attack the warrior up above, the laser continuing its trail of destruction. Well before it could reach Sapphire, Faith's blade sank into the Beholder tip first, then continued sinking all the way to the hilt. Sapphire crashed down right behind, attempting to drive an armored knee into the abomination as well. "Disobedient," Sapphire chastised vehemently, kneeling atop its head.

Without releasing her grasp on Faith, Sapphire turned and jumped off, drawing her sword through the monster's flesh until it popped free at the edge. She tucked one wing and used the other to spin, giving one final slash as she departed, making way for another warrior's attack. She landed nimbly on her feet below, danced back several steps to reposition herself, and braced for another attack.


[System]
Born: 17th of July, 1906
Age: 24

Position: Formally valet and infantryman, now a dock laborer in London.
Bio: Roger was born and bred in Cambridge. He was seven when the Great War started (lasted for 7 years). His father served an infantryman in the earlier part of the war and was killed off. His mother still lives London and works as a seamstress where she remarried. At the age of 12, Roger was able to get a position working for the slightly eccentric scientist, Doctor Edwin Brown. He served as a valet, assistant, and overall help around the house until the age of 18 where he enlisted as an infantryman. When the Doctor died mysteriously, Roger resigned from the army and moved back to London to watch over the Doctor's daughter.
Characteristics: Roger is loyal, kind, firm. He's not one to rush in quickly but when he makes a decision he is all in. He's quiet but not overly so. He prefers the company of a few good friends to a room full of acquaintances.
Born: 1909
Age: 21

Position: Tinkerer/Reckoner (create instructions for analytical engines). Basically mechanic. Doesn't invent but is pretty good fixing and breaking down things.
Bio: Jewish-Danish descent, not much is known about Estella's past except the small star of David necklace signifying her heritage. She is handy with gadgets and could take most anything apart and put it back together again. She's great with puzzles and has a quick mind. She is artistic and likes to draw various machines related to her work or imagination.
Though not much of a fighter, she's not one to be pushed around. Many a man was surprised at how quick she can draw a weapon with a few finding out just how accurate her aim was.
Characteristics: Friendly. One would never know by looking at her what pain was in her past. She is smart, kind, a bit laid back, but also is a bit of a smart-aleck.

Antagonists
Pronounced: Clow-ss
Age: 26

Position: Formally captain in the Austrian Air Fleet, now assigned to find the orb of mysticism.
Bio: Son of a noble Austrian line, Claus has an outstanding service record. He served on an Austrian Airship before being re-assigned to find the orb of mysticism.
Characteristics: Has yet to be revealed...
Real Name Unknown

Age: unknown

Unknown Loyalties
Age: 24

Position: WIP
Bio: WIP
Characteristics: Has yet to be revealed...

Other

Position: Tinkerer
Bio: Owns a little small junk shop in the London Airfield (docks).

[User]
"She'll only be napping for a little while," Bea shrugged shifting her bag a little bit as they headed down the poorly lit hallway. But she supposed th at they could set up there and if Ms. Mortimer became annoying, they could move up to her room with the door open. She only tended to walk by often then instead of hover and try to interject it every little thing.

"I suppose we'll just have to see how things are when we get there."

She was silent for a moment, thinking back to make sure that there wasn't anything that she forgotten to tell him about. She knew she'd not felt particularly nervous or like she was being watched. But she was distracted with finals and this whole craziness. So maybe she just missed them. But she doubted that greatly. "No. I don't think so. Everything seemed the same as it was before. No new people or lurking shadows."

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Rebeca shook her head firmly at the girl's resistance. "In America, it is customary to tip delivery staff," she said with another smile. "And while this may not be America, I'm still American. So I'm going to tip you and you can take it here or I can go make a big stink of it with your boss."

She shrugged her shoulders, lips pursed some. "I guess if you rather, think of it as a consultant's fee. If you're right or wrong, doesn't matter. You offered advice, even if poorly received." She wasn't about to let it go so easily it seemed, and her father and captain standing a few feet behind didn't seem inclined to stop her insistence either.

[Assistant]
Roger was grateful for that but it didn't set his fears to ease. Just because nothing out of the ordinary had happened, didn't mean she still wasn't being watched. He hoped though that since it had been a year that whoever was involved in her father's murder wasn't to interested in her at the moment. Though, he was sure that if she moved or went somewhere, that would undoubtedly raise questions. Especially, if it was sudden. Thankfully for them, it was summer time and that was a perfect time to go somewhere without raising to many questions.

But then again, she did visit her the room where her father's stuff was stored. Would that raise an alarm? A bit annoyed at himself for letting his mind start worrying, he pushed the thoughts back. He would stay vigilant but worrying wasn't going to help anyone. In fact, it would just make things worse. Not to mention, IF they were being watched, freaking out and acting paranoid might actually give them away to the fact that they knew what had happened. And that could raise even more concerns.

They reached the boarding house. Roger stepped aside so Bea could unlock the door. Ms. Mortimer never left the door unlocked. This is a home of young ladies. Who knows what ruffians might try to come in and take advantage of one of you. And of course by ruffians, she undoubtedly meant anyone of the male gender. Roger wondered if she had always been like this or if some guy had really hurt her. He guessed the latter as something like that wasn't just innate. But at least she wasn't overly hostile... mostly.

He helped Bea spread the papers on the table and then start going over them closely. He was looking for anything that might resemble the handwriting found on the envelope. "Did your father have any friends that he hadn't seen in a long time?" He asked. Though he had worked with Doctor Brown for some time, he really didn't know a lot about the man's past. It wasn't something that was discussed. Though he had always been warmly welcomed, he wasn't privy to something like that.
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Estella resisted a sigh. This woman was making way to much of an issue out of this. Seriously. She had endured worse. But then again, she found that sometimes some people felt guilty or bad for what others did. Then of course they'd try to make it up. She wasn't ungrateful - no. She just didn't like handouts - no matter what you called them. Her mother's words echoed in the back of her mind. It's not always about pity. Sometimes people want to just be nice and give you something. It'd be prideful to refuse them. She inwardly sighed. Fine. But that didn't mean she'd keep it. She accepted the money with a smile. "Alright. Thank you. Though," she wanted to make sure it was clear. "For the delivery. Not for the any consultation advice." Her next smile was a genuine. "That's free."

She wasn't the type to let something keep her down. Oh she got down, but rarely when she was with people. She was great at compartmentalizing. But then again, humor was always a great way to cope with life.

Pocketing the tip, Estella nodded her thanks to the Captain. She then followed the young woman back out of the bridge.

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Bea got the kettle going once the papers were out, getting cups and tea pot down for tea. They were going to be working on this for a while. Might as well have some tea to fortify them through the search. She thought while she got the tea ready, humming a little bit. "He had lots of old friends. Men from back in his own uni days that had moved on to other places that he hadn't seen in years."

And of course there were even older friends. From when he was younger than she was now. But those were even more distant than his uni friends. And there were old colleagues. Ones who'd gone to other schools to teach, or had walked away from teaching like he had. There were so many people her father had met in his life, and it was hard for even her to say who were friends and who weren't, who were the people he'd kept in touch with, and who were the ones he'd trusted enough with this thing that he hadn't trusted her with while he was alive.

"There's a pile of letters," she said turning around and bringing a little tray over with everything they'd need for tea for a while. "It wouldn't hurt to take a read through them to see what kind of relationship they had. Decerne which one of them might be the most trusted of them."

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Rebeca smiled and laughed a little. "Call it what you like," she said. "Doesn't make much difference to me." She looked over her shoulder at her father and gave him a little wave. "I'm going to see her out." He just nodded and went back to whatever it was he was doing before they arrived.

She stepped past Estella, but didn't walk too far ahead of her either and waited for her to turn around and follow her out of the ship. Before they parted ways, she stopped and smiled at the other girl. "Truly, thank you," she said with a smile. "We'll be certain to recommend you to anyone for your professionalism."

[Assistant]
Roger accepted the tea with a smile. "Thank you." He took a sip before setting it carefully aside. He picked up a stack. "Good idea. I'll go through this stack and see what I can find." He wasn't exactly sure of what he was looking for. Neither of them were. They did know that someone, no doubt a past friend, had sent Bea her father's letter. It had to be someone distant that her father would have trusted yet at the same time would not have been suspicious enough to have his enemies look at them - or at least closely. Professor Brown was intelligent if anything. He knew what he was doing. Pulling out a small notebook and a pencil, Roger set it beside him. "I'm going to make notes of every name I run across and the dates of the letters." He told Bea. "This was we can check patterns and last time there was contact."

When had Professor Brown given up his teaching career? The rise of mysticism had slowly gained ground, even having a bit of traces of the movement at the end of the war. However, it wasn't until it really took off in 1925 that the Professor decided to stop all his work. It was interesting really. He had spent a lifetime studying mysticism with his colleagues laughing behind his back. That hadn't stopped him. He had kept going, pushing on. It wasn't until they turned and accepted him - pretending to welcome him in with open arms - that he had actually quit. Roger guessed the old adage was true: Your friends are not those who are with when you are standing tall but the ones who are there when you were down at your lowest. Those were the friends that Professor Brown would trust. Those would be the ones he would ask to hold a letter for him.

Roger glanced through the letters. He skimmed them to get the general idea. Noting down the date, name, and profession - when applicable - he set it aside and moved to the next letter. Despite the fact that Professor Brown had gone reclusive in his latter years, he had quite a collection of letters ranging over the years. Most of them were business related. A lot of the more recent were requests for him to come back to studying. To share his findings. To research. To work in some university. Those Roger noted as well. Though he doubted the professor would have been on friendly terms with them, it might be something he would have done to cast-off suspicion. After about a dozen or so letters Roger paused for a second and stretched. He glanced over at Bea. "How's it coming?"
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Estella followed the woman out. She didn't dawdle but she did look at the ship as she walked. Exiting the vessel she turned. She smiled. It was touching and very thoughtful of the woman. All she had done was deliver some parts and she now had a recommendation? Especially considering the fact her and professionalism didn't seem to match. Sure, she was friendly and nice. She put up with things but when Estella thought of professionalism she thought of someone more fancy, more...refined. She just did her work hard and with a good attitude. These people were...different. She didn't see this type of kindness that often. "Thank you," she said. She nodded to the ship. "If you ever need more parts, Rufus' got them." She smiled once more, gave a half bow/courtesy before heading off.

Several feet away she thought about pausing and looking back to admire the airship. She glanced back and flushed. The woman hadn't gone in yet. She raised a hand up in farewell, acting as if that was the whole purpose before looking forward again. Of course that was just tacky too. Either way, she kicked herself mentally before deciding to shrug it off. Oh well. It was doubtful she'd see them again anyway. She was only going to stick around with Rufus a bit more before moving on. She frowned. Well, she actually might see them. It depending on when they were planning on leaving. There was no way that vessel would take off - not without replacing that part. She made a mental note to find a replacement and pull it aside after she gets back to the shop. They were going to need it. She reached into her pocket and felt the tip. And they shouldn't need to worry about paying either. She smiled.


[System]
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Age: 25

Job: PT Pilot, Captain

Personality: Corinne is a cocky, commanding young woman with an indefatigable will and awe-inspiring presence. She is a charismatic leader seized with a singular, forceful - some would say downright demented - sense of humanism and passion for victory. While she likes to think of herself as a just woman, in truth justice is merely one cornerstone of her endless, one-sided quest to better humanity by bringing it to what she perceives as her level. This megalomania, bordering on a god complex, can translate into devil-may-care recklessness with ease, and despite her earned statue as a leader and her desire to lead, that fearlessness is most often manifested in a hot-headed, stubborn desire to ever allow for an inch of lost ground; death, similarly, is an exit ramp for quitters. In a similar attempt to feed her flair for the dramatic, she will often wear an ornate silver mask into battle or around her team, disguising the top two thirds of her face from view from others for the sake of pure entertainment and to cultivate an atmosphere of other-worldliness.

Off the job [REDACTED]

No one knows what Corinne Shourichi does when the lights go out.

Skills: Shourichi is a highly capable pilot, specializing in high-performance and low-defense units and maximizing firepower. In a vehicle, she's similarly menacing, enjoying drifting for fun whether there are passengers in the vehicle or not. She's a more than capable certified expert marksman, in or out of her R-Blade - although it's hard to miss a target with a G-Railgun.

In her private time, Corinne enjoys [REDACTED]

No one knows what Captain Shourichi does when she's left to her own devices.

Bio: Corinne Shourichi, whether purposely or through her own myopia, has cultivated an air of mystery that surrounds her personal life like an iron maiden. Little is known of the bubblegum-haired girl in the butterfly mask beyond the bare skeleton of her early life that she describes from before the war. She was born in Yokohama, to a French celebrity chef and a high-ranking businesswoman in a Japanese zaibatsu that specialized mainly in automotive and aerospace technologies. Her childhood became troubled at one point, as there are various offenses on record regarding driving complaints and illegal street racing, which likely culminated in a documented move to Paris with her father at the age of sixteen. She spent five months in a culinary school before dropping out, and after a brief period of time off the grid with yet another dried up money trail, she enrolled in academy with the Federation.

She distinguished herself through daring and bravado in the war against the Divine Crusaders as well as the L5 Campaign, where she first began to wear her now-trademark butterfly mask. After L5, she was assigned to head up the experimental new UTX squadron, an assignment she took on with zeal.
Unit: PTX-014-2 R-Blade "Shourichi Special"

Appearance:

(NOTE: Corinne, for reasons entirely unrelated to her mask, hair, charisma, and high-octane nature, has painted R-Blade Unit 2 a bright red, with gold replacing the original red of the first prototype as a secondary color.)

Weapons:
* Vulcan Guns
* G-Revolver
* G-Railgun
* Mega Beam Rifle
* Blade Tonfa

Equipment:
* Tesla Drive

Notes:
Corinne's R-Blade was fitted with a Tesla Drive for flight capability, as well as a Mega Beam Rifle to make the most of her proficient accuracy.

[User]
"Rodger that Maine 1, try not to get blasted to little bits and watch your back out there."

Adam warned his fellow pilot like an overly protective mother telling her children not to hurt themselves on the playground before letting them loose. Adam aimed the head of his unit towards the homing missles coming his way and used the Vulcan to detonate the missiles. A volley of missiles meet a swarm of lead. Causing the sky to be covered in red fire and smoke.

The red headed pilot pushed three switches at his left side, two to readjust the thrusters to change for raw speed to focusing it's output to enhance the agility of the unit and the last switch to have his unit pull out his photon rifle which was strapped to the back of the unit and shifted upwards allowing the Huskie to draw the rifle and aim it at the swarm of flying lions.

As they got into range Adam took a few potshots at the enemy. It wasn't to kill, as the photon rifle was too inaccurate at this range, but he wanted to break the formation there was always one or two pilot that would panic at a volley of photon bullets rushing towards them and break formation. Sure enough one of the lion pilots broke off from the rest. Not taking this chance Adam pressed his attack using the photon rifle to lead the unit further away from the others Adam rushed forward and at the last moment drew his plasma blade.

Before the enemy unit could understand what was happening Adam was on him like a pack of wolves and after cutting off both of the unit's arms, he stabbed the unit in the torso going through it and into the left thruster of the lion and then using his units leg kicked it away from him. If the pilot wasn't killed instantly gravity would do the rest of the work for him. Pressing his advantage and using the momentum Adam turned his photon rifle to the rest of the enemy air units and unleashed another volley, providing support fire for the rest of his team.

[Assistant]
@Shiyonichi @GarlandDaHero

Acknowledgement lights winked at Maine-1's broadcast, but that was the only response from the Gespenst Mk. TT keeping pace with the rest of UTX's units. It was the heaviest unit by far; when things got hot, it wouldn't keep pace with the other machines on the battlefield. Not in raw speed. Lions were nimble things, and the sky was their domain. The TT was an interloper, objectively the most antique machine on the battlefield. No doubt the least feared amongst modern Federation units, let alone one of the Crusaders' own aces. In other hands, maybe that would be the case.

Not this time.

Sixteen units, confirming Maine-1's report. Local forces were engaging the eastern flight of remnants, leaving the eastern for UTX and the Landlions unopposed. That wasn't something that could be allowed to stand. Someone would need to keep them from getting to the Loch, but to do that UTX would need to punch through their escort flights. Not so easy to do when there were enough craft to cover UTX one-to-one and then some. Too much of a stalemate for Hazel's taste. They didn't waste any time, either; Hazel could feel that they'd launched missiles even as her PT warned her of the same, and enacted countermeasures reflexively. Homing missiles were standard on Lion-series units, a weapon she'd encountered plenty during the war. Their tracking algorithms were far from sophisticated. No evasion built into them.

The TT responded better than she could have hoped. She was used to her Mk. II, had grown accustomed to how it reacted. but the TT felt almost like an extension of herself. Thought became action almost seamlessly. A flick of the wrist killed the Tesla Drive, in the same breath gunning the Gespenst's primary and left lateral thrusters. Gravity took hold and the machine dropped like a rock, rolling on its side to look up at the enemy. The Drive kicked back in and stabilized its flight but not before the TT's hands found its weapons. The next moment was half targeting sensors, half intuition; the mute let go of her conscious thought and trusted that she knew what she was doing. The Burst Railgun crackled once, twice, thrice in a single volley; the first projectile lanced through the missile altering course to hit her while the latter two continued on their course to the Lion that fired. In her gut she knew it was the right angle, and she knew the TT could follow through. The Lion was quick, but she was willing to wager its pilot wouldn't bank on the same shot putting him at risk. A gamble, yes; but that explosion could mask it. She trusted her gut.

Not enough to refrain from hedging, though; the rifle in her machine's right hand reported second, aimed at the same Lion.

"Summers. Anju. Breaking through their line. Cover me. On mark." Her comm reported monotonously, but clearly; it wasn't a request. Hazel didn't much care what ground she had to give instructions. Her decision was clear; someone needed to cut off the Landlions, and the TT was best suited to it. If she could just break through their line. From below them, perhaps, they wouldn't notice. If they did… She'd deal with that if it came to it. Bracing herself for the discomfort that would come, opened the thrusters wide and slammed the controls as far as they would go. Inertia didn't agree with her, it pushed her against her seat hard, but she was accelerating; with any luck her colleagues would keep their attention off the PT passing from below.

It was their first outing. Playing it safe wouldn't win this. Time for a leap of faith.

"Mark."

[User]
After Maine 1 gave Anju and the rest of the UTX team a rather brief hello, the blue-haired ex-DC focused her attention on the battlefield. Through her HUD, she could see both Hazel and Adam already focusing their firepower on her former comrades. As she gripped the controls of her Guarlion tightly, she figured it was about time for her to do the same. The armored module began accelerating through the Irish skies, its pilot keeping a close eye on the HUD and an ear focused on the comm unit.

Before long, she heard Hazel's communicator pass a command on to her and Adam. She took a brief moment to scan the area and see what her plan was.

From the looks of things, Hazel was planning on taking down the Landlions by her lonesome while Adam and Anju directed their attention towards the airborne AMs. It was a good thing she was smart; the Lions and Guarlions would easily outmaneuver and gun down the Gespenst without cover fire. And Anju was more than happy to help out.

"Roger," she acknowledged, getting her Burst Railgun prepped for firing. As soon as "Mark." came out through hers and Adam's comm units, Anju quickly pressed down on the button linked to her Guarlion's right arm, launching a volley of shots at a fellow Guarlion. Specifically, she was aiming for the torso, where the tesla drive was located. Once the drive was destroyed, the entire machine would come crashing down, leaving it as easy pickings for the rest of the UTX team. Anju was planning on closing in on the unit once it crashed and delivering a finishing blow with her assault blade. The fewer AMs Hazel had to deal with, the better.

[Assistant]
CORINNE SHOURICHI'S CATCH OF THE DAY! DEFENDING THE SHORES OF MAINE FROM DEEP CHOWDER AND ROLLING UP THE COMPETITION!

When Corinne Shourichi was young, she'd had a dream of Maine-1's violent death over the cerulean skies of his homeland.

...

Okay, that was a lie. But it certainly was certainly specific enough to sound prophetic, and were she to prevent that violent death in the next half hour, she would be able to bludgeon the team into accepting her as their Oracle from this day forth. In this technologically-advanced day and age, the traditional legitimacy of monarchs like those who had once ruled this very country was dead. The models for totalitarian legitimacy over the past couple centuries had been rooted deep in charisma and mysticism, born through the personality cults of vivid, idealistic, glorious visionaries who just so happened to be the military leaders who remained loyal to the people during military coups. As long as she remained loyal to her team and demanded their loyalty in return, their hero worship of Corinne would follow them to the afterlife!

Oooh, that was the good stuff. She would be the most benevolent military leader the world had ever seen, and she would harness the power of self-fulfilling prophecy as evidence of the divine lineage she was always certain she'd sprung from. If Maine-1's survival was to be the cornerstone of her team's unyielding adoration for her, then Corinne Shourichi would ensure that he would stand like the Rock of Cashel for centuries.

All she had to do was have a little faith in her uptight deputy - and trust Hazel was good for something besides playing in sims and lustful glances.

"Don't finish without me, hikikomori!" Corinne exclaimed. "Big sister will be back in a minute! Maine-1--"

The R-Blade, painted the distinctly beautiful shade of red that dripped from Aphrodite's wrist, had turned towards the haphazard lions. The majority of the homing missiles, designed to drive the Irish team into the clutches of the eastern team of Lions, were promptly eliminated by a spray of the Shourichi Special's Vulcans.

"--don't die. Your accent is a gift from an almighty God."

Inside the R-Blade's cockpit, a bright blue eye winked behind the blued steel of a butterfly mask.

Now, how in the hell was she supposed to keep a deaf-mute girl alive long enough for her to smash up the Landlions?

Anju was already focused on one Guarlion, and seemed to have a good shot lined up on the unit's Tesla Drive. She was loathe to whip out her beam rifle so early in the fight, too; she never knew when she'd need to save it for something bigger and cooler, which was Corinne's philosophy for all things in life except for her money and her virginity.

But she had a railgun.

That could be cool.

...

That could be pretty cool.

So she fired the railgun downwards and facing from the east, through the side of the Lions' formation as they zipped over the water.

It was pretty cool.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: The DAPS-A4E5, the Damascus Armored Power Suit-4th Alteration, 5th Enhancement, also known as Damascus, is a sealed suit of powered armor. Damascus is split into four different sections, the "Head", "Body", "Eyes" and "Fists". The "Head" is the technology featured in the helmet, featuring advanced technology, including a Heads Up Display, Infared/NightVision modes, and internal life support systems allowing for operation in extreme environments for roughly 10 minutes.
The "Body" has servos enhancing speed and strength. This section also covers the armor and composition of the suit. First on is the bodysuit, which regulates temperature and insulates the user from harmful gasses or liquids, as well as basic protection. Then is the soft armor, which is a mixture of metal plating and carbon nanotube armor, and also contains the systems for the speed/strength servos. To top it all off is the hard armor, which is composite armor plating. Multiple layers of different types of armors sandwiched together to form one plate. Ineko is currently testing and improving this composite armor to be more effective against different types of attack.
The "Fists" segment of the suit refers to his gauntlets. The gauntlets contain modified conduits that convert the suits power into light. Ineko had intended to modify these conduits to allow him to shoot lasers, but he botched it, and somehow the lasers that he was supposed to make were not lasers and behaved like lightning, instead of actual lasers. Happy with the surprise result, he kept it and named it Photonic Lightning. This is his only mid-ranged attack, and he has no long range attacks.
The "Eyes" section refers to the six small droneson his back. These drones will be launched into the air where they will hover around and survey the combat area. Data from the drones will be sent to Damascus to provide extra situational awareness, and other intel. Drones may also be sent out on scouting tasks. They have hologram emitters, allowing them to scout, then display an accurate map of the area for the entire team to see.

Specialty: Close Quarters Combat, "Tank", intelligence gathering, Scout

Semblance: The Language of The Machines. Ineko can speak to anything mechanical or technological. Stuff like phones, laptops, drones, vending machines, anything mechanical, technological or robotic. However, the complexity of the object is important, the complexity is directly proportional to its intellect. For example, a pair of scissors would be like trying to communicate to an ant. A drone, sufficiently advanced, would be capable of speech, and as a result be able to hold a conversation with Ineko.

Personality: Ineko is an incredibly positive and optimistic person, with a simplistic mindset. Overall Ineko is a kind soul, but he takes personal offence when someone or something is treated how it isn't supposed to be treated. He's humble, knowing that there's always something to learn, and often downplays his abilities in combat, science and engineering. At first he may seem a little strange, talking to himself in a strange language, but he's probably greeting the various street lamps or something.

Color: Mint Green

Emblem: Emblem
Appearance:
A rather short person of Asian decent, standing at 5'1 with the build of a Shaolin monk, however despite his height, it is unwise to underestimate him. He is unexpectedly strong and swift, even without Damascus. He carries himself well, standing and walking upright, and is unafraid to look people in the eyes. Ineko himself has black, unkept short hair, which usually grows straight. His face is more oval in shape, and his nose is a little wide. The most striking thing about his face is that his entire lower jaw has been replaced with a robotic replacement. The cybernetics extends downwards to his throat. The cybernetics are painted black and gunmetal grey, and are usually spotless, Ineko taking extra care to keep it clean. When he speaks, his mouth doesn't move, instead a speaker called the vox speaks for him. For those unaccustomed to it, it will probably be somewhat strange.
When out of Damascus, he always wears some of the undersuit, so that he would have at least very basic protection. He usually wears baggy sweat pants, with the pant legs rolled up, a shirt and hoodie, with the sleeves rolled up, topped off with a patterned scarf to help hide his neck and jaw. On his face, he wears a pair of square metal framed glasses over his dark brown eyes.
Typically the sweats are black and his hoodies have a mint green stripe going down from the right shoulder to the end of the sleeve. When the weather is cold, he sticks to his style, but adding a pair of basketball shorts underneath the sweats, and perhaps a jacket over his hoodie. Despite having pockets, he carries around a small monopack, which contains a couple of things, such as his notebooks, pens, water, but also a toolkit, and a pair prototype nanotech contact lenses which gives him very basic HUD capabilities.

[User]
Sangue Naga - Survival
Out of all things, a portal was not something Sangue expected to confront. Though her surprised remained hidden behind her stoic face, her stiffened body could at least send hints that she had second thoughts about jumping through a portal.

At the very least, throwing the piece of metal that now rested in her free hand seemed harmless for her standards. After all, she flung around a piece of metal that was literally attached to her, so she did not feel unfamiliar with the idea.
With that said, Sangue mindlessly threw her nail into the portal before jumping in…
…only to land on the ground face-flat, her claw digging into the grass as it dangled behind her.

The woman struggled to get up, using her only arm to pry herself shakily off of the ground. It took her a few seconds to notice that the Apophis Claw awkwardly extended itself, remaining still on the ground. Blinking with her barely open and unscarred eye, Sangue retracted the claw back to her shoulder, turning back to pay attention to the class she now attended in.

Things seemed awkward so far. It was to be expected of a school filled with odd things.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Survival

He wasn't late to it, since he kind of got there right after the last class. Everything went by fairly quickly for him, mostly because he was more interested in how unique this classroom was. Back in the city everyone would think you were an absolute nutter to hold a class in a room like this, but considering the subject matter he liked it. When his turn came for the portal he picked up his share and entered wordlessly after the ten... Or nine... Okay, he counted a little quickly. It was roughly 7 seconds for a normal person, he tried his best to slow down.

As he appeared in the campsite, he stepped away from the portal and surveyed the surroundings... Campsite, logs, coloured rocks? Possibly for zoning or marking... But they were neatly lined up. Was this what they were to make use of? He watched the other students come through too. Some a bit more ceremoniously than others.

[User]
Trad – Practice

Following instructions, Trad went to drop his gear off at a nearby bench. Grabbing hold of his shield and undoing his strap everything detached from him. He took another moment to look at his shield before gently setting it down. He strolled over to the obstacle course saving his energy for what lie ahead. Trying to mentally prepare himself he watched the first few in line go, then closed his eyes and imagined himself doing the same. Pulling himself over the bars, walking the beams, climbing the rope, he felt pretty confident in his abilities.

The time came, he was up. Looking at his running partner he gave a quick two-finger wave before readying himself. He took a good deep breath, and was off. First log was a quick hurdle and nothing more. The pull up bars took little effort as well, Trad's strength was more than capable of pulling himself over. The next two obstacles went the same, but pushing down the bar line Trad noticed he was going a bit slower than the other had. This unfortunately didn't change when he came to the balance beam. Taking it slowly he only came close to falling a few times, but was able to catch himself. Next he did a quick swing over the log and hurdled over the next. After a quick running start Trad leaped and pulled himself over the wall with minimal effort. The next few obstacles weren't much trouble either, then came the many hurdles. Trad only too late realized he needed a solid run before he could leap them like before. Humiliatingly the norseman slowly climbed over each one, cursing himself on each one. After finally getting over the final log, he sprinted full speed to the rope not wanting to lose any more time. Grabbing a hold he climbed like a maniac to the top.

After reaching the top he slid down, his gloves keeping his hands from burning. Hitting the ground he let out a "Damn" under his breath, though it was still loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. He walked to the instructors awaiting to hear his results.

[Assistant]
It seemed that she would never be able to shake the nickname Victor had stuck on her, well not at this stage anyway. After awhile, he would probably get sick of calling her it and just call her Rayna; well, hopefully he would. Giving him a quick wave upon exiting class, she turned and looked around, trying to find someone who was even remotely mentioning survival. That didn't seem to be the case so she resigned to using the map on her scroll which did seem a tad outdated.

Nevertheless, it led her to a run-down building that other students seemed to be entering as well. Surely this isn't the Survival classroom, right? Rayna expected some sort of high-tech facility but this place was surprising her at every turn. Moving into the run-down building, she raised an eyebrow when the last person disappeared through the window. Frowning, she approached a piece of paper on the table and read through it, raising another eyebrow at it. This place really was designed to confuse and surprise. Taking a piece of the metal specified in the instructions, she took a look over the plans again before following out precisely what they said. Taking off into a run, she chucked the piece of metal at the window and a second later, she followed it hesitantly.

Within an instant, she was transported to a camp that looked more befitting of a survival classroom. Landing with a half-roll, half-collapse, she sat on the ground and surveyed the area before getting up and dusting herself off. This was going to be interesting.

[User]
Daniel - Survival

What Daniel was not wondering about was whether or not something would try to step on him. His attention was caught when a girl yelled, "Watch out" and Daniel jumped back when a sword landed only a few inches away from him. Then came the uninvited weight on his shoulder when that girl placed her foot on his shoulder, causing him to fall due to the unsupported weight. Daniel was lucky enough not to get cut on her sword when he fell, and her introduction as Sarina only served to annoy him further.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Daniel said, irritated. Then Daniel asked a question that one should probably never ask a girl, "Do you realize how heavy you are?" Daniel was not aware of what he had just asked at first, and when he realized, he was too annoyed to care.

[Assistant]
Professor Pavel Vorosky - Period 5, Survival

Pavel chuckled at some of the landings, some of which were done well, others not so well. A cloaked student walked up to him, confusion on his face, "What...was that? I've never heard of anybody but me being able to teleport, and...we all just did it. This is weird." The student asked. Pavel took off his gas mask and hooked it on his belt, "What we all just jumped through is an anomaly called a Teleport. These anomalies I keep mentioning are 'rifts where the laws of physics and nature are bent and broken'." He stated, "Or so say the scientists."

Pavel then noticed Sarina come though, the assistant of the good witch named Goodwitch. However, Daniel, was standing a bit too close to her landing path, and was nearly hit. Pavel frowned slightly as the student said something unwise. Pavel walked forth and placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder, "Sarina, it is always a pleasure to have you here, although I was not aware you would be joining us. There should be a bottle or two of vodka somewhere if you want a drink." He offered, "And you, young man, I have several tasks for you." He looked at Daniel.

Taking his hand off Daniel's shoulder, he started to speak, addressing the entire class. "Now, you all could have chosen a different class. Physical Education, it is good to be fit. Or maybe Combat Practice, to become strong, like bull." He began, "But no, you have chosen my subject, Survival. Your reasons are your own, but here, we are all equal. All trying to survive, yes, some of us are more experienced, but it is the duty of the experienced to help the inexperienced. As I am doing now. He paused. "I have seen soldiers. Trained killers. Fall to the elements. Yes, it is good to be fit, it is good to be strong, but if you do not know how to make a fire for warmth, or gather the right herbs if you are ill, you will die. Today, you will learn how to make a campfire. Now, get some wood. Any kind of wood, it does not matter." He dismissed the class. He began to walk away, towards the river. He stopped and turned around, "Ah! This is not a safe place. There are monsters in the woods, be on your guard." He looked to Sarina, "Sarina, if you would join me." He walked over to the river and sat down on a log, picking up one of the wooden fishing poles on the ground, and cast out his line.
He leaned to Sarina, "So, what do you think of the children this year?"
Ineko Irandi - Period 5, Survival
Ineko looked at the dirt he was standing on. The Professor said that this was not a safe place, and that 'monsters' roamed the forests. He looked towards the treeline. He could only assume that 'monsters' meant Grimm. Ineko leaned forwards a little and the six drones on his back flew out, hovering in front of him. Ineko mumbled an order in an alien language and the six drones flew up to gain altitude, then out to scout the forest from above.
Ineko walked to his fellow classmates, "The Professor suggests that there are Grimm in the forest, despite our relatively easy task, I still think we should group up into small teams. To watch each others backs. Also... Does anyone know how to make a good campfire?" Ineko asked the group of students.


[System]
Reimu, Hakurei

(See full sized version)

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*Universe: Touhou Project

*Personality: Reimu treats everyone the same, whether they're humans, youkai or gods, giving them no particular respect or disrespect. Her personality is straightforward, optimistic, and a bit curious. She's quick to anger if offended, but just as quick to offer help to those in need. She does, however, possess something of an innocent heart, and can't really bring herself to truly hate anybody.

Despite this, when it comes to some things (particularly Youkai-hunting), she is utterly merciless even to those who aren't really that much of a threat. She prefers a "shoot first, ask questions later" approach.

She's a bit lazy, and as a result of not having a lot of money, can be seen as being greedy and money-obsessed, depending on the situation. May or may not be a swindler.

*Powers/Skills: Physicality: Reimu possesses superhuman strength, durability, speed and stamina, although she typically prefers not to rely on these abilities. Not really a physical fighter, but she can manage some basic hand-to-hand fighting skills in a pinch.

Spirituality: As a Shrine Maiden, and likely also as a result of her heritage, Reimu displays excellent spiritual awareness and general perceptive abilities. She's an expert in hunting and exterminating Youkai, and is knowledgeable about most youkai, god and gensokyo-related topics. She can manipulate her spiritual power, allowing her to use it to attack others.

Misc.
-Generic Shrine Maiden duties and human skills. (i.e. speaking, reading, writing, cleaning things up, not dying of starvation.)
-Money-making, swindling.
-First-aid
-Lazing around

Floating: In Reimu's case, this could be called rendering oneself "weightless" in order to hover and freely traverse the skies. Spiritual power can then be used to direct her movements, accelerate or decelerate freely, with incredibly efficiency. This gives her a wide range of movement possibilities, and makes her quite maneuverable in the air.

While flight is extremely common among inhabitants of Gensokyo, Reimu's ability extends beyond that; she's capable of phasing in and out of existence, an act described as "floating away from reality". Reimu can use this power to teleport short distances, although the user herself doesn't seem to be aware of this fact, and preforms it innately.

The ultimate expression of this ability is her "ultimate move", Fantasy Nature, which is capable of rendering her completely intangible while active.

Shrine Maiden Abilities: The powers inherent to her as the Hakurei Shrine Maiden. Covers the handling of the Hakurei Ying-Yang Orbs, Youkai Purification Techniques and Blessings. The production and usage of multipurpose amulets, which can produce effects of sealing enemies' power, creating doubles of herself, binding movement and, of course, sealing demons. Powers for purification are a given, as are calling upon the power of gods for aid (although she is not very good at this, so she can't actually do it reliably.)

Barriers: Out of all of her abilities, her skill with barriers is likely the most extensive. As the girl who manages the Hakurei Border, it is to be expected that she has near peerless skills with barriers, and is able to both construct them at a high level and analyze, dismantle or otherwise interact with barriers that would be way over most people's heads.

She frequently uses this power in battle, to block enemy attacks, trap her opponents or even using them to reflect or transport her attacks. Barriers can be erected to protect locations, or to seal in/out malevolent forces. They can even explode or directly push her opponents, if she wishes.

Her amulets can be used to strengthen her barriers, with the effect growing or decreasing depending on the number of amulets used.
*Brief Bio: As the Hakurei Shrine Maiden, it was Reimu's job to solve the many incidents popping up all around her place of origin, Gensokyo. During this time, she faced a great many powerful enemies, and never failed to stop whatever incident was happening. One night, after what she thought was an unusually heavy sleep, she awoke to find herself transported to another world.

Unsure as to what's going on, Reimu is searching for a means to return to her own world so that she might return to her duties, exterminating any Youkai she finds along the way.

*Equipment: Yin-Yang Orbs (Which serve to enhance and channel her spiritual power, as well as possessing properties of their own), countless amulets, her purification rod.

*Others:
-Can eat as many sweets as she wants without growing fat.
-Out of all of her physical traits, it seems her armpits hold the most appeal, although Reimu herself isn't sure why.
-For a Shrine Maiden, her faith is actually surprisingly weak.
-Worries that when she gets back, the shrine will be overrun by Youkai.
-Fights unfairly.

[User]
Mahora

Over the school grounds, a meteor flared. It streaked in from the upper atmosphere, catching fire from the friction of reentry. Its shape was impossible to distinguish at a distance, particularly as it was engulfed in flame, but it was closing in on the ground quickly. Like a dropped bomb, it gave a peculiar whistle as it descended. It soon became obvious that it was going to hit the school grounds, by anyone that could see it well enough to judge its trajectory. However, as it closed within seconds of impact, something quite strange happened: a sound like a whirring dynamo roared from the meteor, and the flames enshrouding it suddenly took on a green hue. Not fifty feet from the ground, a burst of emerald fire erupted from the meteor, forcing it back up into the air. It did not fly far, nor well, as it now spun wildly, clipping the corner of a rooftop, and then smacking into the ground.

The impact was considerable, but not as cataclysmic as it would have been without that final burst to slow it. The ground rumbled from the force of the meteor, and it now sat in a smoking crater. Upon closer inspection, the meteor was clearly a metal machine of some sort. It was black in color, even without the soot and dirt that covered it, with a huge, grey face that resembled some sort of idol. A dome-shaped canopy, dark red in color and patterned like a human brain, covered what could potentially be an opening in the machine, potentially for someone or something to enter it.

In the cockpit of the Lazengann, Lordgenome rubbed his head gingerly. His mecha's systems were nominal (shocking, after his emergency landing), but he was sore as hell from hitting the ground that hard. For now, he was content to sit in the darkened cockpit and rest his shell-shocked body before trying to figure out where he was.

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Roanpur

The Black Rose stalked through the city streets. This really wasn't her preferred locale; she left the prowling of slums and such to her underlings. Even so, this was a peculiar situation, and it demanded special actions. For the time being, she was on reconnaisance. She needed to know where she was and what the best course of action was at the present moment. From what she could tell, this was a piratical port of some variety. She was out of her element, but this was not unsalvageable.

She had arrived in the ornate dress that she had been wearing when she was last, well, conscious. The quality of her location made it clear that this would not suffice. As to blend in better, she composed a glamour to alter her appearance; simple yet effective. Fine dresses appeared more worn and out of style, priceless gems became costume earrings, and her subtle makeup became a full, plaster-like mask. It bothered her some that she had to resort to disguising herself as a harlot, but there was little that could be done about that.

There was strength in numbers, and she needed underlings promptly. Or at the very least, allies. She had happened upon a tavern of some sort that caught her attention. Magic and power were concentrated in this place, she could tell. Even so, something supremely dark and twisted lurked there. Marchesa prowled the perimeter, eavesdropping where she could, and continuously feeling for the mana of whatever lurked within the tavern.

[Assistant]
Delsin Rowe - Just around Mahora

How.

The hell.

Did he end up here?

'Here', of course, being in the middle of a crater, covered in a thin layer of dirt and dust and god knew what else. One minute, he'd been practically soaring, carried away by some sort of-- thing. Some bright, cyan, really, really weird kinda thing. The next, well, he was face down in the dirt in some place that- he decided with one glance around- was definitely not Seattle. Delsin pushed himself up with a groan, patting himself down to survey the damage, feel around for any broken ribs or open gashes or what-have-you.
Which was, miraculously, minimal to none. "Thank you, radical powers," He mumbled to himself with a slight smile and a roll of his shoulders, surveying his surroundings with more than just a passing glance now that he was sure he wasn't, you know, dying or whatever.

A decent way away from him was a ragtag group of what he, currently, was assuming to be hallucinations; or some sort of circus, probably, judging from the amount of animals. From over here, he could spot at least two (with one of them apparently winged) along with a freakishly huge dude-- Alright, no, scratch that, one freakishly huge dude, and one moderately huge dude. The rest of whoever was in on it looked normal enough from where he was standing but, honestly? He'd prefer not to take any chances with the circle of 'Probably-a-result-of-a-concussion'. Especially when turning the other way and trying to find someone who looked like an actual existing person was just as easy-- if not easier! He could deal with the circus-folks some other time. Or. Just, you know.
Not ever deal with it. Ever. That worked, right? Right. Live and let live.

So, going with the time-tested method of backing away slowly from stuff that kinda freaked one out, Delsin distanced himself from the group step by step-
Before dematerializing into smoke to dash around the corner of the building, halfway through and straight into what he in a splitsecond evaluation could confidently conclude to be some guy; and part of the way through a not-quite-shouted "Whoa- Sorry!" could continue that conclusion with some guy with an SMG. This. This really wasn't his day, was it?


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Mel
Age: 2,500 approx.
Gender: Female
Race: Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): Ehh, she's never really had an actress per se, it's a drawn picture that I found on google that I use for her but it's just perfect for her xD)
Hair Color: Straw blonde
Eye Color: Ice blue
Skin Tone: Quite pale-porcelain-ish
Height: 6 ft
Weight: No idea tbh XD I'm no good at working out weights lol let's just say she weighs around what she's supposed to for her height
Build: Slender and tall like all of her kin, well-muscled with a strong/sturdy frame overall
Weapons: Bow (which was once her father's, was passed on to her when she was old enough to learn to shoot), Rapier, set of elven fighting knives

Overall Appearance:
Appearance + "Casual" Clothing (ignore the sword and the magic mist stuff, she doesn't have that xD) :

Armor:

Arm guards:

Bow:

Rapier:

Daggers:

PERSONALITY

Likes: The stars/star watching, spending time with her family, killing orcs etc.
Dislikes: Orcs and other such evil beings, watching her loved ones sad/suffering
Strengths: An excellent and swift fighter with both bow and blade, fiercely loyal and devoted to her family and loved ones, will always stand up for her beliefs and friends
Weaknesses: Headstrong and stubborn, does not always listen to others' advice or orders. Often impulsive and rushes into things before thinking of consequences.
Fears: Surviving severe injury but not being able to fight or look after herself properly, losing Legolas or Thranduil, being unable to have her own children someday

Overall Personality:
(huge paragraphs oops sorry-have a basic breakdown in case you don't feel like reading the whole thing xD)
Sarcastic | Untrusting | Loyal | Sharp-tongued/snappy | Compassionate | Sensitive

Mel is a witty, fairly sharp tongued and often sarcastic individual, she is wary of strangers and will take quite some time to trust most she meets, though those who have a child-like innocence about them seem to find her trust a lot easier. However her tough exterior does hide a soft and loving side deep down. To her family and close friends she is devoted and gentle, and would do anything for them. Losing someone that she cares deeply for affects her more than most perhaps, and it would take her a good few centuries on most accounts to reach the point where she can accept it fully and "move on" from it as well as she is capable. Indeed she still feels melancholy at thoughts of her passed relatives but can push it aside if the situation calls for it. Her sense of duty is unparalleled to most, and many a Mirkwood soldier who has served under her command has been known to describe Mel as "hard headed and as determined and foul-tempered as a Warg keeping hold of the last scrap of meat at mealtime". Once she has a job to do, she will not abandon it for any cause, no matter the consequences, until the task is completed.

Mel is extremely wary of dragons and would sooner attempt to kill one than converse with it, regardless of whether it approached her in a friendly manner or not. She has seen the ruin and death that dragons can bring, and indeed she will never forgive the beasts for tearing apart her family, to ask her to befriend one will be met with only contempt, bitterness and hate on her end. Other than dragons, there is very little that sparks enough fear in her to reduce her to a blubbering mess, as Mel is a particularly tenacious individual which is to be expected from someone who has grown up in a forest which has been steadily taken over by darkness and evil. Having to slay and fight with nests crawling with extremely large spiders on a daily basis means it's not exactly a "good idea" for lack of a better way to phrase it, to be afraid of them. However, anything larger than those spiders which she has experienced in Mirkwood is highly likely to leave her rather bemused and more than slightly concerned, as she has never confronted any arachnid of a larger size before in her life. In regards to how she responds to fear, even when Mel is scared to death she is not the type of individual to stand there literally quaking in her boots, whimpering and bawling. Instead she typically takes on the "rabbit in the headlights" kind of approach and tends to completely freeze up, totally unsure of whether to run away or fight whatever puts her in that position.

While she is by no means a "damsel in distress", nor does she necessarily act like a "spoilt princess", however she does occasionally act at rather 'high and mighty' as some may describe it, because of her well-off upbringing. Mel isn't a tantrum thrower by any stretch of the imagination, but she does at times react to things which displease her by pouting and/or sulking and then proceeding to make some sort of snide comment on the matter. Snide comments and sharp remarks are something Mel is never short of, which may come as a shock to some as they would expect someone of her upbringing to be "polite and lady-like", though she is far from it. She is not inherently rude all the time, and due to countless lessons from her aunt and uncle in her younger years she is perfectly capable of acting in a civil manner to form treaties, alliances and other such things, and is indeed even rather capable of sitting in on many political matters and being rather persuasive towards her own or her kingdom's need and win the opposing party over - even if it bores her to death! She does not take lightly to insults towards either herself or her family or kingdom, and unfortunately it doesn't take much to get her riled up. Mel is not unknown to take a swing or two at someone who overstepped their mark with her, though for the most part she tries her best to keep herself controlled and will usually just respond in turn with some other cutting remark towards the person who started the whole affair.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: I actually haven't been able to work it out exactly just yet XD it's a couple decades before Legolas', though ;)
Place of Birth: Mirkwood (well, back then it was still Greenwood but yeah XD)
Family Relations: Ardor (father, deceased) Thranduil (uncle), Legolas (cousin)

[User]
Maleficent appreciated the help that she needed from the twins, and she herself, has been seeing them as her own children. She promised Fili during the early part of the journey, that she would protect his younger brother whenever she could, and keep their family together. Now, she was already seeing them as her children, and they were already becoming attached to her, like children staying close to their parent. She grew fond of them, and that was when she realized that she had family. Managing to get into the cave, she winced as she was carefully placed back down onto the ground. She didn't have anything that would treat her injury, and she doubted that the company had anything to help her. All she could do now, was rest.

"Get some sleep, we start at first light", she heard Thorin say, glad that he decided to let them have a break, and allow herself to heal. "We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan", Balin pointed out. "Plans change. Bofur, take the first watch", he told his comrade.

A bedroll was all that Maleficent could lay on at the moment, and she let Fili and Kili stay with her, so she slept between them, only for the youngest to snuggle against her chest, like a young child needing warmth.

[Assistant]
Kili had been rather upset that there was no healing that the company could offer Maleficent and at first he had argued with Oin for a time, the only dwarf in the company who had knowledge of healing, but it was quickly established that they did not have the needed supplies here for him to do anything and that all she could do was rest it and hope it would heal on it's own.

Bofur nodded as Thorin ordered him to keep watch and took up a spot against the cave wall where he could see both the entrance and into the back of the cave in case anything came from either end to harm the company.

Bilbo had laid down himself and pretended to sleep until he was sure the rest of the dwarves had settled down, quietly and carefully getting up, he tried to creep to the entrance without Bofur seeing him.
"Where are you going?!" it hadn't worked, as the dwarf soon saw him and whispered sharply as he noticed it was Bilbo trying to leave.
"Back to Rivendell." the hobbit sighed. "Thorin's right, I don't belong here."

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"No, no, no. You can't turn back. You're part of the company. You're one of us", Bofur tried to reassure. "I'm not though, am I? Thorin said I should never have come, and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins, I don't know what I was thinking. I should've never run out the door", Bilbo was thoroughly guilty about making such a mistake. He was a hobbit, not a dwarf. "You're homesick, I understand" "No, you don't! You don't understand, none of you do, you're dwarves! You're used to-to this life, to living on the road, never settling in one place, not belonging anywhere!", now that was a mistake he couldn't take back. "I'm sorry. I didn't..." "No, you're right. We don't belong anywhere", Bofur looked around at the other dwarves sleeping. Unknown to them, Thorin was listening from his sleeping place. "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do", Bofur pats Bilbo on the shoulder, and as the hobbit turns to leave, the dwarf noticed Bilbo's sword glowing. "What's that?", he asked curiously. The hobbit took his sword out and sees that it is indeed glowing blue.

At the same time, Thorin notices the floor of the cave beginning to crack. "Wake up. Wake up!", he shouted to everyone, but it was too late for them to be prepared. The last thing Maleficent saw, was that she and everyone were falling into a cavern. Stopping, she was glad that she wasn't in the pile of them, but what she didn't want to see was figures of goblins before her. "Incoming!", she called to the others as she moved out of the way, but she soon felt regret while dwarves were not moving, only to be attacked.

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The goblins rushed upon the company faster than any of the dwarves could react, pushing them roughly along the rickety wooden walkway as they scrambled to bind their hands with ropes at the same time.

Being much smaller than the dwarves, Bilbo was soon unnoticed by the goblins and so the hobbit ducked down low to the ground and watched the goblins scurry away ahead with the dwarves forced to stumble along with them. Keeping his sword drawn, he took a step to follow the dwarves with the intention of trying to free them, but it was then that another goblin jumped at him from the ceiling, and in the struggle, they both fell off the edge of the walkway and into the chasm below. Luckily, Bilbo landed on a pile of what looked to be some sort of mushroom, so he didn't break or injure anything. Though he wasn't sure how he was going to get back up to the others.

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It was goblin town, Maleficent thought as she watched from behind a rock, seeing the dwarves being taken to huge cavern that was swarming with goblins. Taking flight, she made sure to not be seen by them as she flew above the pack.

"Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies?! Thieves?! Assassins?!", the huge king demanded as he stepped down from his throne. "Dwarves, your Malevolence", one of the commoners answered him. "Dwarves?!" "We found them on the front porch" "Well don't just stand there, search them! Every crack, every crevice!", he demanded while the fae kept herself out of sight while watching from above. "What are you doing in these parts? Speak!", they didn't say a word, just stared. "Very well, if they will not talk, we'll make them squawk! Bring up the mangler, bring up the bone breaker! Start with the youngest", he pointed at Ori.

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"Wait!!!" Thorin bellowed out as he stepped past the others to the front of the group.
"Ahh, Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. King under the Mountain." the Great Goblin king bowed over exaggeratedly at the dwarf, then looked up at him and sneered. "But I'm forgetting, that you don't have a Mountain! And you're not a King, which makes you...well, nobody really."
The goblins all sniggered at this comment and their king began to nod to himself, grinning viciously at Thorin. "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, hee hee," he cackled under his breath, "nothing attached! Perhaps you know of whom I speak; a Pale Orc, astride a White Warg."

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"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago", Thorin boldly told the goblin, not standing down. "So, you think his defiling days are done, do you? He he he", he chuckled as he turned to the goblin scribe. "Send word to the pale orc, tell him I have found his prize", the scribe was sent away as Maleficent continued to watch. Please don't do anything stupid, she pleaded.

"Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung, and you'll be beaten and battered, from racks you'll be hung. You will die down here...", he trailed off, only for another voice to finish for him "...and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin town", a stern female voice sounded as she wasn't really singing, but mocking the words in anger. Maleficent was hovering towards them with her arms folded. "Disappointing, isn't it, oh goblin king?", she was really acting, pretending to still side with the pale orc, as she used to command the goblin king. She winked to the twins, and Thorin, letting them know that was trying to make the creature vulnerable. "Azog is not happy, nor am I, the great commander of the Orc!", she declared to him.

[Assistant] "What are you doing?!" Kili had hissed under his breath to Maleficent in surprise, having known nothing of the fae's past and being under Sauron's control for a time. For a moment the young dwarf felt betrayed, until he detected the very slight hint of disgust in her voice as she spoke to the goblin, and realised that she was trying to free them, so went quiet, as did Thorin.


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Clan: Shima Clan, originally of the Ueno clan

Title: The Shima Knight

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Race: Neko(mimi)

Height: 5'8" (176cm)

Weight: 146 lbs

Appearance:

Occupation: Lord's Guard, painter (albeit not very good).

Notable Skills: Having studied swordsmanship from both within Baji and abroad, Tetsuya has command of a few different styles of swordplay. His most readily used, as indicated by his typical garb, is that of a "knight". He employs both a longsword and a shield in battle effectively, and can use the latter even as a weapon if need be. Likewise he is able to wield a katana if need be, but to far lesser success than with a longsword.

Magical Abilities: Tetsuya has the ability to use his magic as another shield as well, forming a slight barrier around himself. Using this renders him immobile however and does not provide a complete 360 degrees of protection; flanking him is the best way around this.

Familiars: N/A

Ki Techniques/powers:
Push; Using his shield, Tetsuya can make an extension of himself and, while pushing his shield forward, creates a small force to knock away anything in front of him. Used namely to put distance between himself and the enemy when he needs to catch his breath. Not very useful on larger enemies or anyone who's strong enough to withstand the hit.

Weapons: Steel Longsword, Steel kite shield

Other Gear:
- Water pouch
- Small pack, containing a bit of bandages, some herbs to help relieve pain and a broken compass -- a memento of his parents.

Personality: Tetsuya is a soft-spoken boy, when he rarely does speak. He is perceptive, and while he may not voice his opinion on something he watches what is around him diligently. Above all else he is loyal to the Shima Lord, and does not take slights to the man kindly. Determined to fulfill his Lord's wish to protect Shima, perhaps to a fault, he is unwavering in his position to do what is best for his clan. In most things he views the world as black and white; good and evil. His ideology of the world living in peace pushes him ironically to fight, and he argues that the only way to achieve everlasting peace is to put aggressors in their place. In some views an ideal guard, he is not without faults.

Tetsuya's black and white view of the world leads to naivete, and he can be a bit brash in acting. While he is well versed in swordplay he's never bothered to learn much else, leaving him a bit clueless in some other respects. In a way, being a guard is all he knows. He also has a slight discontent towards more modern weapons, thinking they are a cowardly, inhumane way of taking a life. If one is to take a life in war then it should be personal, not from dozens or hundreds of feet away.

Brief history: Tetsuya is the son of a Neko fisherman and a human woman. His mother, a resident of Shima, would meet his father Umenka during a routine trading in the city; Hidori worked for a trading company, helping to maintain catalogs and keep track of inventory. The two eventually hit it off and, inevitably, Hidori would become pregnant. During her pregnancy she was brought back to Umenka's place of birth, and in the village Tetsuya would be born.

For the first few years of his life the family remained in Umenka's village, with Hidori picking up the same profession only for a Neko trading company. Their settlement, consisting of nekos and humans alike, proved to be an excellent raising ground for their young child. Being a Nekomimi may well have seen Tetsuya be made fun of quite a lot elsewhere, but here he was accepted. In lieu of everything working well for the family they would eventually move, as the company in which Umenka was employed wanted to open a foreign post, and they meant to send the family there to help.

Almost immediately upon arriving and settling down, Tetsuya and his parents noticed an immediate change of atmosphere. Whereas the Neko homeland was relatively untouched by war this place reeked of it, with soldiers passing through and the occasional news of a battle breaking out being commonplace. Fearing for their child's safety the two deliberated upon sending him away, wishing to send him somewhere to be free from the threat of war. With very few possibilities they near gave up, until a trader from Shima passed through and learned of their pleas. Seeing their only chance, Umenka and Hidori begged the man to take their son, and with a bit of convincing he finally relented.

Tetsuya had little knowledge of anything going to Shima, having never been taught any kind of trade or receiving a real education. He could write, read, knew some basics, but that was about it. Seeing the difficulty in assigning the boy to any real job the trader offered him over to the Lord's men, suggesting they train him as a guard. Even at a young age, now seven years old, he could appreciate what was going on around him. Having little personal say in the matter he was brought off to train, eventually learning the way of the sword from the Lord's guard. Through the years he worked to refine and personalize his training, and today he's become a perfectly capable, if somewhat inexperienced guard.

Other:  Learned some magic from other Neko, but not very well versed in it at all.

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Things were starting to heat up and Baji was becoming more and more excited. Someone may have been waiting on them to arrive, even one was armed. The opportunity to meet their enemy, find out who's behalf they act on and deal a crushing blow to their operation if they truly were an enemy. Baji had hoped that these people were friendly though and able to help them all get further. He wasn't aware of any further aid being delivered after leaving so soon but it was a possibility. The Dog of Shima stretched out his arms and rolled his neck around in circles to loosen up his joints. This would be a group decision but he hoped everyone would see the opportunity ahead of them and move forward instead of going around to avoid conflict. Jiang Baji unsheathed his blade and pointed it forward to their destination.

"We should move forward. If they are waiting on us so patiently then we should happily oblige them. If they are friends then great, if they are enemies then even better. We beat them up, ask for information and move forward on our journey. I suggest we approach peacefully though." He then went over towards Gin and nudged him in the shoulder with his elbow to get his attention. "Hey, do you mind staying near our guide as we move forward? He may need some protection if these guys are looking to hurt us."

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The group Kenji had been traveling with was certainly not the regular kind. Though then again, they needed to be special since they were on a special mission. Its specialness increased when Metou the old Tengu used some magic involving plopping an eye into her empty eye socket which transformed her into a younger version of herself. She told everyone not to pry which and so no one did despite raising the entire group's curiosity.

Some time later, Jiang began a speech about taking other people's lives. Though he had a lot of good points, Kenji was sure that dealing death was more of a 'spur of the moment' thing than a well thought-out decision. If blood was to be shed, then it shall be shed though the Yang would prefer more peaceful outcomes, even if there was a war going on and much unrest was to be found in their journey.

Soon, Takumi the guide warned of multiple presences ahead of them. They wore unusual clothing and they could be the thieves behind the robbery of the Shima Clan's artifacts. Jiang certainly wanted to meet them and suggested to do so. Kenji thought there was little reason not to. "Agreed but we should still be careful. We do not know who they are and they are expecting us."

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Yuudai gave a curt nod to Takumi when he told her that they would be there rather soon, which was good because she was already getting hungry by this point. She did take note of the crows that their guide interacted with, clearly being connected with him in some way, though in what way she did not know. Still they apparently made for pretty good scouts given that they could relay news to their master, and it was lucky they that had done so, otherwise they may have been in real danger.

"I agree, they are either our first lead or Ru knew we were coming, either way let us meet them"

She was alright with Baji's little plan, after all it made sense and it was not like she saw the waiting group as any kind of threat, more so given that they were not even trying to hide. However she did not agree on one little thing "You coming Gin? We can be up front if you like." Taking her hands out of her pockets she started to move forward "You are free to stay back if you wish guide. If you want you can ask one of the others for protect as well." She was clearly not making her self a option for this as even now she was moving up, after all she was not one to waste other peoples or her own time.

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Tetsuya had no real idea how to move along with his search, only that he knew he had to. It stood to reason that someone in Ru had the information he was seeking, but actually coming across that person was going to be difficult. Stolen relics were hardly the things of common trade so anyone that had knowledge of it was probably less than reputable, and therefore most people wouldn't know of them. Its times like this he wouldn't mind having someone a little more... Knowledgeable of how the underground world worked, then perhaps he'd not be chasing ghosts. If he kept at it he was bound to stumble across something, but who knows how long that might take? When being quick about it was fair important he couldn't quite afford to wander about hoping to strike it lucky.

In the not too far distance the young Neko began to pick up an awful lot of voices, and if he wasn't mistaken the clatter of steel against stone as well. Marching troops? It sounded rhythmic so that made sense, but why were there troops moving? Was it Ru's own or was it something else? He had no personal claim in the matter but he was curious, enough so that he began to follow the sounds to try and see what it was. The swathes of people gathered along a main road was show enough of where the spectacle was, and Tetsuya had to pick his way through the crowds in order to get eyes on just what was happening. He'd expected perhaps one of the local nobility was passing through, or if he were so fortunate perhaps Lady Ru herself. What he found on the other sides of the crowd, however, was far from pleasing.

"Naji...?" Tetsuya whispered, frowning as he glanced over at the norimono. What was someone like her doing all the way out here? It was a bit odd that such an important person would show up like this, though he could hardly claim to know what went on between rulers. When the soldiers parted and the kitsune woman began to speak he couldn't help but feel a little war of what was happening. Just by nature he had to be cautious of strangers, it was basically required by his position as a guard to do so. While he may have no personal stake in Ru he did need these people's aid, and anything that might inhibit his search would be a problem. It would hardly work for him to ask them to leave, he wasn't nearly thick enough to even consider such a thing. But maybe their being here wasn't all bad, maybe he could work it to his advantage.

If the future Empress was seeking an audience with Lady Ru, and indeed she was, she was all but guaranteed to get it. Should Tetsuya be able to join the convoy then he'd surely reach the palace, and perhaps even be permitted an audience as well. Unless he had some serious claim himself to enter the palace grounds he didn't think it likely he'd see the Lady himself; Shima's badge may hold some weight, but with brigands and bandits roaming one could never be completely certain someone was who they said they were. Tetsuya decided then if he was to get in touch with Lady Ru then this was his best chance. Seeing no other option he broke rank in the crowd, stepping out to the road to confront the kitsune woman. Naturally the guards and soldiers around the area immediately went to their weapons, to which he only responded by putting his hands up defensively, trying to show he meant no harm.

"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble, I only wish to make a request," Tetsuya explained, trying to sound far more authoritative than his youthful voice might allow. Relieved when the guards looked to ease up a bit he looked at the kitsune woman, smiling faintly before making a polite bow in her direction. "I'm seeking an audience with Lady Ru as well, on behalf of Lord Shima. If it's not too much trouble I'd like to join you and your Lady in visiting her." He didn't want to admit he was utterly lost and needed directions, there was a little bit of pride to be had after all.


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Age: 36

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance:

Mordrag's appearance closely mirrors his wild personality. His dirt brown hair hangs to his shoulders, jutting in all directions and meeting his chest-length beard. Both unwashed, his hair and beard might contain bits of food from any time in the past week. Mordrag is a towering hulk of a man with thick, corded muscles from years of fighting mingling with layers of fat from years of drinking and eating. He has strong features with a powerful jawline and bushy eyebrows set in a heavy, furrowed brow. His blue eyes contrast brightly with his tanned and sun weathered skin. Worn over his broad shoulders is a sleeveless burgundy vest, buttoned only halfway up to reveal abundant black chest hair. His black pants have a multitude of pockets attached or sewn in, each filled with different objects. Black leather boots and white cloth wrappings around his wrists finish of his daily outfit. When ready for battle, Mordrag's adds a black, hardleather single pauldron with an attached canvas torso covering to his attire.

Bio: Born in the Gothi Federation to a single mother, Mordrag never knew his father. Because he was always larger than the other children, Mordrag was forced to be a warrior from an early age, beating down every other boy who tried to prove their strength against the big one. These small victories fed continuously into the man's confidence, givimg him boisterous and hedonistic tendencies. Not the most intelligent of his barbarian tribe, the big man grew into the only role he could find, as the muscle for smarter, smaller men. After working security for a few years for a small satellite of a powerful spicing company, the Yellow Traders, Mordrag caught the eye of labormaster who brought him back to the center of operations in The Plains. Upon his arrivalt, the bear of a man discovered that the three barons with disputed sovereignty over this area had decided to work together to bring down the Yellow Traders after feeling threatened by their quickly growing influence. A combination of warehouse raids and forced boycotts – through intimidation, bribery and blackmail – brought about the fall of the great spicing company, and subsequently, Mordrag's unemployment.

Equipment: Mordrag has a tendency to collect a random variety of objects in his many pockets from rocks to jewelry to food items. He is fascinated by each item in his collection be it rare or mundane. Strapped to his back is a specialized marteau de lucerne – long polearm shaft ending in a spiked, double sided meat hammer with an extended spike on top. Underneath each of his hand wrappings are a couple of two-fingered rings, each equipped with a large, square stud to.

Abilities: Just like his outward appearance, Mordrag's fighting style mimics that of a large bear. He utilized his massive size to overwhelm his opponents, crushing or stabbing them from distance with the long reach of his arms and polearm together. Up close, the large man's thunderous punches are accentuated by the studded rings hidden under his hand wrappings. He is not the quickest or the most agile, so he is used to receiving more blows than he delivers; however, the man is able to survive by always making sure to hit much harder when his opportunity arises. Though he is inventive in no other way, Mordrag has an affinity for dealing pain.

Reason for Joining the Broken Horns: Already confident in the strength of his arms, Mordrag is always looking to improve the strength of his wallet. The corruption of the Empire of Civitas and the resultant opportunities for profit and pleasure have always enticed Mordrag to frequent the region. Recently unemployed, the man saw Rask's advertisement as a great remedy.

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Wretha was one of the first to follow after the man called Rask, down the steep steps that led to the basement of the establishment. The stench of men sweat mixed with a potent dose of blood hung upon the air, thick and low, out of habit the lady covered her nose with the back of her hand as she descended the last of the steps. It wasn't much, just like she had been expecting, the basement was broken in half by a rope strung up from one wall to the other. One section serving as a sitting area for patrons and the other a great pit she suspected was used for fighting; a couple of dried blood spots soaked the ground. Wretha stuck out worse than a sore thumb in a crowd of all kinds of individuals. Sellswords, bandits, crooks, adventures, wanna-be adventures; the whole lot was present, counting to a total of about eighteen. And here she was one of three females in the room, entirely over dressed for the occasion and looking rather out of sorts.

She was able to snatch a wooden chair, taking a seat with her back straight, legs crossed and hands delicately folded on her lap and her bags of belongs sitting on the stone floor at her side. She looked like quite the proper lady. Or rather she did until perhaps the biggest man she had ever laid eyes on, slumped onto the chair next to her, making the small woman look like nothing more than a silly little girl trying to play grown up. His arms alone were probably the size of her torso, she tried her best to keep her eyes off of the brute and occasionally would scoot her chair further away so that he didn't encroached on her personal space. She fleetingly wondered if he belonged to one of the tribes of the Gothi federation, surely he must have or at least carry some bloodline of theirs. During her travels she had never had the pleasure of visiting the barbaric lands, although not for a lack of trying.
She turned her attention towards one of the other two females in the room, an elven female tall and broad- very unlike her kind who preferred the regal and beauty. Wretha couldn't help but take the she-elf's attire in strides finding it to be rather revealing. A few choice words came into mind then, among them 'improper' rang loud and clear.

"I am Rekugin…archer and swordsman."

The room erupted into an incoherent and indecipherable garble of names and titles all coming forth from every corner of the dank room. Wretha however remained silent, her attention drawn to the man that had spoken first, a hafling if her observation was correct but then again he was across the room half cloaked in shadows. The lit candles around the basement didn't provide sufficient amount of lighting to be certain. A distinct vibe rolled off the young man, something that Wretha could only describe as arrogance. He didn't hold her attention for long however, the name shouting was coming to a conclusion and she realized she had yet to introduced herself. Although, Wretha wasn't some kind of animal that needed to bark her name across the room like some dog yelping for attention, at least someone had to have some semblance of proper manners in this place.
The female stood up from her seat and zig-zagged her way through the maze of chairs and patrons, sets of eyes following her like a hawks, until she came up to the man hosting this little show. "Wretha Thorne." She said with a stern voice, extending her hand out in a sign of introduction. "I am no swordsman or archer-"

"No shit." A little twat, no taller than Wretha, piped in interrupting her mid sentence, followed swiftly by some brief laughter from other men. She glanced at him briefly, he had short cropped, dirty blond hair and a freckled face with a nose ring hanging from his left nostril. She wagered he was no older than twenty-one at the most. A wicked smile graced her lips for a mere second as a thought crossed her mind before she turned back to Rask and finished her introduction, "I am no swordsman or archer and I'm afraid I'm not much of a fighter either. But, I do have other talents that you might find useful to your cause. I would be of no burden; I am quite capable of taking care of myself. Please, allow me to show you."

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"Great, I gotta follow this showoff?" Thena mumbled to herself while she was watching Rask make his little 'introduction'. The man didn't seem like a complete wimp, but he certainly seemed to be carrying himself as more than he actually was to her. "Guess it's needed, though... Considerin' some of the people 'ere." The elf was watching some of the ones following Rask down, noticably the female from before stood out. "Wait, what...?" Oh now THIS Thena had to see. It looked like she's straight from an elven noble's household, and SHE was going to adventure? The girl had guts, she did. The fighter made her way to and down the stairs as well, but couldn't help but feel the stares going through her as she did. Some people took notice of her, for whatever reason... They looking to take out the competition...?

Blood was a scent the fist fighter was used to by this point. Not only did she have to knock it out of people on a regular basis, but she's had a fair share of blood drained from her own body as well. The taste though... Now that was another story entirely. Everyone'd arrived in the basement, a few wooden chairs scattered around... And the 'Noble' had occupied one of them. Unforunatily, the seats around her seemed to have all been taken, so Thena wouldn't be able to get a good glance in. When that thought entered her head, however, that very same person shot her a glance. More specifically, her clothes. The 'Noble' turned her head away as quickly as she used it to sneak a peak, but Thena had still noticed. "Takin' an interest to the way I dress m'self, huh? You're an odd one..." She mulled over those few words for a bit before taking a seat of her own, somewhere among the left edge. Rask took out some kind of coin and began toying with it, but Thena could care less. Prolly some sorta initiation test, looking for those whose eyes are glued to it.

"Introduce yourselves now, I will learn names but only of those who interest me. Also, I hope you all brought your weapons, there is definately tests."

Rang out. Not too short after...

"I am Rekugin… archer and swordsman."

Followed. And then everyone spoke up at once, much to Thena's annoyance. None of them seemed to have any patience, save a few, and swarms of names got lost in the ruckus. It died down on it's own though, and then 'Noble' girl took her time. But before she could even usher a full sentence, an idiot found it a crackin' idea to interrupt her and slow down things even more with roaring laughter. The female's introduction did eventually come to a close, and much to the actual fighter's expectations, she wasn't a fighter at all. The name also seemed oddly regal, only furthering the suspicion she's of a higher caliber than your average Joe. Hope those other talents are useful, Wretha... Thena thought to herself, before silence took over the room again.

She figured it was her time to speak, and rose up out of her chair to stretch a bit. "Name's Thena, nothin' more and nothin' less. And if someone decides to take a crackshot like the little brat over there did, I'm not quite that afraid of letting someone get crushed under my boot. I'm a merceneray for a livin', and more to the point, I find your best weapon is your own two fists." What a mouthful, but it'd have to do. Thena glanced over to Wretha again, giving a sly smile before sitting down in her chair again, folded arms firmly secured under her chest.