[System]
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Age: 60

Gender: Female

Race: Sea Elf

Job: Apothecary and Navigator's Assistant

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Personality: Ellie is a peaceful soul, if somewhat skittish, who will avoid partaking in acts of violence by any means necessary. Often, that means simply removing herself from the situation, and for that, some may call her a coward. Likewise, she hates confrontations or upsetting people, so is subservient, never giving orders to another; she merely suggests or puts them forward as questions. Though at first she might seem furtive, if one takes the time to get to know her they will find she is very open and honest, enjoying pleasant company as much as she enjoys listening to the wind and waves. There is a certain naivety in her world views, but she is slowly learning from the crew, her "family", that the world may not live up to all her hopes.

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History
Born the later in a set of non-identical twins, Elodea and her brother Densa were the children of Zostera and Thalassia Verdantweed, husband and wife. Growing up in Lytheria was a rich experience and the tides never failed to bring all manner of wonderful travellers and trinkets from the exotic lands above the water. Their father was a rather successful tradesman, specialising in glow globes, glass spheres that enhanced the natural capabilities of bioluminescent algae (teeny tiny plants that spoke in the barest of whispers) to provide a submersible and reliable light source for diving expeditions, as well as other supplies needed for such ventures. As such, both children got a better exposure to the Folk From Above than most others their age. Whilst Ellie was amazed by the people and how funny they looked and the odd foods they brought, it was the stories that seized Densa, and he would always try and gleam whatever he could from the foreigners, ever-curious about what lay beyond the surface.

It came as no surprise then that when they entered education, both magically gifted, Densa chose to pursue the magic and spells that humans often sought out. Elodea's magic manifested itself more naturally, attuning herself further with the elements, she found herself able to talk to the sea creatures and plants, and even listen to the tides and eventually understand their moods. Many hours would be lost in idle conversation with shoals of friendlier animals in the reefs and harbours around the city.

As their education progressed, Densa began to distinguish himself as a student, and began spending vast amounts of time working in the Dry Rooms. Ellie was proud as ever, having always looked up to her brother. Gradually, she began to see less and less of him.

Her own magic had bloomed too, and she could now identify most plants and ascertain their uses, under the tutelage of the professors in the Alchemical and Apothecarial Arts that urged her to study under them. She accrued favours but also lengthened her list of those she owed during this time.

Then came the day that her brother was to leave with a crew from Laxen, a human crew. He urged her to come with him, but Ellie was content under the waves; he clearly got all the ambition and drive in the womb. Yet Densa understood, for he loved his sister deeply, and so left her a necklace, a simple, charmed thing that was a proof of concept and part of a thesis required for his advancement. He explained it would act as a concentrated searchlight when activated, so long as she never damaged it, so she could keep a piece of him with her, and that she was always welcome in case she ever changed her mind. Their parting was pleasant, if steeped ambivalence.

Years passed until she would hear of her brother again. Part of her wished she didn't. The ship he had been sailing on was reported missing, and then, found beneath the sea. She was not worried; he could not drown. Yet the circumstances surrounding the sinking of the vessel were veiled in mystery and gossip. There was no crew found aboard the wreckage, or anywhere nearby, and no land for them to have found sanctuary. Some believed the ship was scuppered, some that the beasts of less passive inclination had consumed all the corpses, others that pirates had captured the crew and sunk the ship, yet oddly a vast number of valuable goods were recovered from the wreckage by rescue crews.

Elodea, having visited the wreckage herself and gleaming nothing, decided to set of for the surface, alone, unsure what else to do; needing only to find her brother. Maybe she'd find him by simply looking, or maybe embracing his lifestyle would clue her in on what exactly happened, and she could inquire about the case with those who sailed so often. Regardless, she was adrift.

After many months of observing crews, and even travelling with a few to different shores, the Great Aquarius came in to harbour. She knew something was special about it. Eventually she was able to convince herself more a boon than a burden and was brought on as a member of the crew. That was two years ago.

Not particularly suited to manual labour, Ellie will often reside herself to swabbing the deck, shrinking away from other crew members, never wanting to be in their way. Her magic allows her to be a great help with navigation, and her skills with plants mean she can stave of most ailments when the supplies are there. Sometimes when rations are low she can scavenge edible plants from under the waves, preferring not to hunt for fish, since they aren't willing to be eaten quite so often, and can prepare meals if it is called of her.

Though the trail to her brother is cold, and those around may have come to their grim conclusions, she still maintains the belief that she'll find her brother, someday.

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Magic
Ellie's magic attunes her with nature. She can communicate with animals, if they are willing, though her understanding of plants is deeper, and she can gleam much from simple conversations and observations. She cannot alter or assert her will over any of these beyond the affect her words will have. On a more basic level she can listen to the tides and, she found out, the winds, and understand their temperament; useful for plotting courses and predicting weather patterns. Though it is not infallible, it is reasonably accurate.

Other: A large portion of the time her entire form will be damp; she likes to take dips in the water when there's a lull in activity. Though she believes in all the gods, the Glowing Maiden is who she prays to most.

[User]
Garret quietly walked out the door with narrowed eyes, surveying the situation. The crew had spotted their quarry, and were getting ready to engage. That meant it was work time. The figure of the enemy vessel became clearer as the ship moved toward it. He made a dissatisfied scowl and looked around at the figures rushing around the deck. Some of the crew would no doubt be nervous. They were an experienced mercenary vessel so they didn't show it, but Garret knew that, at least inwardly, there was no one who wouldn't be on edge to some degree at the prospect of naval warfare. At least on land they could rely on the ground beneath them, but on the seas, their footing was in the hands of the helmsman. The guns were in the hands of the crew, but judging the from the small size of their target, hitting it would be difficult. The contractors probably wanted the thing intact anyways, and he was sure they'd gotten some fingers into how they wanted the mission to run. Even if they didn't, he was in unfamiliar territory. He hadn't known the crew of the Great Aquarius for long so he couldn't be sure what he was in for. In short, Garret didn't like the arangement, but he supposed it could be worse. He didn't like many things anyway, but one thing he liked was gold, and he stood to get a fair amount of it if he contributed here.

Garret walked out of the doorway to the inner hold and got himself ready. For the 12th time or so he checked his equipment. His dirk was sharpened, his crossbow was working perfectly, and his throwing knives were within easy reach. His grappling hook was there in case he needed it, slung on his belt at the back, hidden by his body on one side and his cloak on the other. He could feel the reassuring weight of his chain mail under his leather vest. He was just about ready. He threw a quick glance at the others on board, trying to judge how reliable they would be when push came to shove. He wasn't sure how much he liked the captain of the Aquarius. She was more of a diplomat than a fighter, which was always a negative in Garret's eyes. Someone who played with words was harder to read because it was difficult to figure out what they were really saying, and to make things worse, she was from a noble family. At least he assumed so, judging by her surname. Still, he had to begrudge some respect for her management skills. Though, in the end, a man that commanded equal (if not greater) respect from Garret was also on the ship, and at the very least, that man was somewhat easier to trust.

Garret turned his eyes to the grey-haired man on the deck. Izal Valencia, a man who Garret thought as the true captain of the Aquarius, to some extent. The man used his considerable experience to command the crew in combat situations, and when Garret had first arrived he had been surprised to see him defer to the actual captain, Delilah, given the grizzled mercenary's storied reputation. While Izal was named the vice-captain, Garret felt it was more that Delilah took half of the captain's duties and Izal took the other, bloodier half. There was something significant between them, some deep bond, and Garret didn't really know what to think about the arrangement. But, then again, that wasn't really his job.

Garret turned his head and shifted his gaze to the approaching ship, the True Blue as he'd heard it was called. Although, technically, they were the ones approaching it. He briefly reflected on what had carried him here, thinking of the previous job he'd performed, the recommendation he'd been given to look for the Great Aquarius, and particularly the money the last job had given and where it had gone. The money had disappeared slowly, mostly into food and restocking his knives and bolts, while he waited for the Aquarius to come into harbor. He still had some left, but it wouldn't last him long. Garret readied his crossbow, pulling the string back as he knocked a bolt to the body. He had a great deal to gain from this job, and he was looking forward to looting the True Blue for whatever he could. It was small but he usually stole small things so it evened out. Even if he didn't get to loot, he'd need to participate. He had a lot to gain from this job, but first he'd have to prove himself.

[Assistant]
Eiko Uranos

Eiko climbed on the riggings, she was heading for the crows nest and when she climbed up into the basket she popped out her spyglass to get a better view of the ship in the distance, she didn't care about its name or it's crew if they were gonna attack it would've been best for them to show no mercy and attack without hesitation, she checked her rifle to make sure it was loaded and patted her coat to make sure she had enough bullets on her and removed the bayonet from the barrel.

The Sharpshooter licked a scarred finger to get an idea of which way the wind was going before she aimed her rifle crouching down and letting the barrel of the rifle rest on the rim of the basket in the crow's nest, she was aiming at the enemy's crow's nest before slowly squeezing on the trigger, Eiko adjusted her barrel for wind conditions as she squeezed back on the trigger.

The thought came to her mind that usually comes up when she fires a shot, it was better they died this way than any other way at least by being shot they could die quickly and painlessly, besides drowning is one of the worst ways to die. The thought of her father telling her about how bad drowning really was, came to the front of her mind; the lungs fill with water, even when someone holds their breath it's like putting a lid on a hole filling with water it just crashes in when you're at your weakest then the lungs burn as salt water enters your nose and mouth before going into the rest of your body.

The memory of sea elves dragging men off her father's boat during skirmishes came to thought as she spotted the sea elf scurry under the deck out the corner of her eye, and taking her eye off her target. At the moment Delilah wasn't as cruel as her father looking after the non-combatants and sending them below deck and out of the way of combat, with the old man yelling at others to stick with him for some form of protection, she couldn't understand a word he was saying, but kinda got the gist of it, if she needed to understand him she could just ask Delilah for a translation.


[System]
Nickname: Rusty Randy
Race: Demihuman (Red Squirrel)
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male

Proportionality:
Weight:305 lbs
Height:6'11"
Frame: A large frame, very bulky and muscular under the fur and large gutted  Use a hider.
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Personality:- Bruno is often defined as the quieter and distant type, and he really is. Although that doesn't mean he dislikes the company of people, in fact depending on the person or sometimes simply where the company is well appreciated. His distance is more seen in often a quietness and lack of expression or something simple such as asking about the weather unless it suits a particular need of some sort or another. On the other hand he can often daydream when doing some repetitive task or while being alone, being quite oddly perverse in the confines of his own mind. Bruno's lack of expression is occasionally connected to the weirder sides of himself such as obsession toward certain people often crushes are role models or in new technology seen and brought to him. Another darker piece of Bruno though rarely seen since childhood conflict is an odd enjoyment of the fight often when he himself is the one being beaten down and somewhat less the other way around. If there is a kindness available to be done, and nothing particular in its or Bruno's way, often he will do it out of an odd sense of duty to do so rather than just being kind, or it is speculated as such.
Job: Engineer/Repairman

Fighting Style: Bruno, doesn't subscribe to a particular fighting style, depending at first if possible avoiding combat is the tactic. Beyond that, he goes with whatever the hell gets the job done. Whether it be punching, elbowing, clawing, pulling or a swift kick or knee to the groin area if necessary. He's more swift in his attacks than actually being powerful in them and more often used to absorbing and taking on multiple powerful blows. When in tight spaces or in panicked moments often using the arms to redirect blows and instead go with a knee or a swift kick to any vulnerable part.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Wrench, mallet

Armors/Outfits He doesn't really tend to wear much that can be defined as 'armor' perhaps occasionally a welding mask and tough gloves for work in the past. Beyond that, often Bruno is simply found in basic grey overalls, some pants underneath often with a convenient fanny back and a small leather pouch attached onto its waistband.

Familiar:

Familiar Abilities: Lighting & Wind, Absorb electricity, resist wind, weak to ice, booming blasts of sound or music that can push back projectiles and smaller foes, can eat weak or defeated foes

Trance: (none of this found yet) Trance is more often caused by lust and strong resolution for Bruno. While in trance, his stomach and chest expand and practically 'puff out' to a degree as if to form a masculine wall. His defense quintuples and speed doubles, because of his familiar's nature, Bruno can levitate or 'fly' sort of with gusts of wind normally being noticed below his feet and appearing as small tornadoes.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Racial Advantages
Pros- He can hold multiple weapons
Cons- As a human he is limited to having very few magics that are not his Familiar's.
Self advantages
Pros- Bruno's main strengths combat wise is his durability and speed. Beyond that simply may be his techno-know-how and engineering skills
Cons- While Bruno is fast, what he has in speed is what lacks from his average if not below attacks. Seeing as his combat has no real technique, rather it is simply beating up the opponent with whatever comes to mind it can difficult to combat some who have fighting technique on their side.

Background:
 Bruno was born and raised in Lindblum and for the most part it still remains home to him in many aspects. He used to live there with his father and mother under the same house, though the two divorced when he was eight after some big fight. He had seen the two actually fight which lead to his mom, shoving the other down and the floor and quickly leaving, soon the divorce happened and Bruno's dad who had been wealthily employed in the engineer business had received custody. Often through the years there were a few troubles that plagued Bruno's childhood and up. Rumor spread that Bruno's father, Barret was a weakling and had been beaten up by a woman though the source of this rumor has still been unknown to this day what followed after it was a bunch of bullying and fights from others around at the time. Barett, seemed to change over the years as well despite Bruno helping with projects, his dad always seemed to belittle or insult him over the years, and oddly always had to know where Bruno had been.

 Over the years of this, Bruno just started to grow kind of silent and took what came at him. The pain was seeming normal, just something that would have to occur. On certain days, Bruno would just stick up in his room and lose himself in daydreams and oddly growing perverse dreams around the age of twelve. In secret, he began working on some of his own projects one of which was trying to create a blue automation named Reveater or 'Rev' for short. It took a few close calls and lies to hide the project. After a while, he grew worried that the project would be discovered, after it grew and grew so he looked for a place to hide it. Soon after, he found where his mom was staying and planned to visit, but more bullies blocked the way and Bruno had to take a bit of beating before arriving, some of the project was destroyed in the process but not all. It wasn't long after finding his mother, Clarece that she agreed to keep the project hidden, on one condition, that Bruno start protecting himself. She didn't specify any particular tactics, besides a move that redirected punches and lead up to a swift knee to the ground and abdomen and saying to fight for himself, although Bruno could see the fact that she wanted to step in for him instead. She couldn't handle more trouble at the time because of even more bitter rumors and many watchful eyes wanting to taker her down at a moment's notice.

 Bruno, soon did as Clarece had asked of him. Fighting back felt good, and eventually from it most of the previous bullies were no longer challenging him. Oddly, he had missed the fights, having even developed a pleasure in them but more in receiving the blows, after a while of them they ceased to even hurt. Years, and years later around sixteen had Bruno stopped working on projects in secret, despite Barrett calling most of the projects inferior or terrible with some word or another. He felt as if he had to do something and make more projects, as only a year before had Clarece disappeared (though some claimed she was arrested) along with 'Rev'. As years passed by more and more projects were taken under, even simple neighborhood projects for people that needed repairs or replacements for old rusted pieces for something or another and that's how Bruno Randaplh earned the name 'Rusty Randy' although he couldn't tell if that was a positive or negative name. He continued on in silence, enjoying the work and even to some degrees becoming obsessed with it, the innovations in the field and some of those who led it. At the age of eighteen 'Rusty Randy' was moving on up and was asked to work on airship, this day perhaps being the strongest in memory. Not only did Bruno's father seemed pleased, he seemed nearly excited about it and threw a small going away party for the work. Rusty Randy, continued his work after that and never returned home.

[User]
"R&D? You're offering me that level of a job?" Dren asked him suspiciously. He could feel his small cluster of grenades hidden beneath his robes clink slightly, almost eagerly at the prospect. Naturally though, the idea of being offered a job like that by someone who could very well be a terrorist, wasn't particularly worth entertaining. Then again, this mention of being shot down into an Evil Forest would put anyone's perspectives in skew. He didn't know much about the area, but he'd heard of the forest. Chances are he wouldn't be able to shy out of this one... he'd be forced into combat. Most likely with this group too as he looked over the lot of them... what a mess they were. But his magic did work best when he had others to back him up. His options were limited at this point. He offered a gloved hand to Cas.
"Very well. I will extend my trust this one time."

[Assistant]
Hitori looked at Cassius and couldn't help but smile, "The Sentiment is greatly appreciated Cassius but I have no right to the Title of Sir. I eschewed any claims to all perceived claims and airs of nobility quite some time ago. Hitori will do just fine."

"Beach Please, you as a Glubbin Noble would be a Reel Riot." a Feminine Voice could be heard in his head.
"Why must you heckle me Siren..." Hitori thought.
"Cuz I know you're hankerin for some Catfish." Siren teased, Hitori didn't even dignify that with a response.

The Ada doll noticed Cassius offering jobs willy-nilly and started Warbling in protest as if Cassius could actually understand him in that current state. "Calm down Ada, you'll just tire yourself out." Hitori chided the Doll.

[User]
Karn smirked in amusement as it took a moment for the woman to realize the situation while she ate, almost choking on it. "Mhmm yes, so far this little job has been quite a CATastrophe. And with having a bomb cannonballed at you, it has been quite a blast." she replied, smirk never leaving her lips. Emerald gaze watching the dualist basically inhale the food given. It wasn't much, but for now it is what the Tantalus group had. Usually, Ruby was the one to make a bit more decent meals. Huh.... in fact, wonder where she was? The blonde couldn't remember where she last saw her fellow crewmate. The only other female member that everyone was sort of quick to bolt from. Mhmm maybe she was just around the ship getting things spick and spam like everyone else.

Giving a slight laugh at the cat puns made, the feline couldn't help but actually let out a deep purr that vibrated against her chest and throat. It wasn't often she found someone who actually enjoyed the jokes and returned them just as much. A purrfect match indeed. It was like she could feel cupid's arrows bouncing right off of her. Oh yes, she liked this woman. Anyone making a pun was good in her book. At the question of what the feline was going to do with this newly discovered stowaway, she gingerly tapped her chin with a soft hum. Feeling the smooth leather of her gloves brush against her fair skin.

"Well.... Here we are, in the dark cargo hold with only a little lantern lighting up the place. Just the two of us, with possible death and destruction awaiting us in what could be minutes to hours. I wouldn't mind putting that blanket to its other use." Karn answered playfully with a flirtatious grin, winking a glowing emerald cat eye. She wasn't quite serious about it since this was definitely not the time, but she couldn't help her more playful side.

"Otherwise, should probably report to the Boss and announce our new arrival. Get to see our catnapped Gemstone too." The feline continued before flicking her ear at the other question and gave a smirk and shrug. "Well you can say I just find quite a bit of amewsment from telling punny jokes." she answered, watching Wylde return to the box she had been hiding in and took out a rapier. At the request for a leg message, the thief cocked her right eyebrow slightly and grinned a bit in amusement.

"Surprise not everything is numb and uncomfortable. But I'll give a beautiful lass like you a kneading massage for a discount of 100 Gil. Or another kiss. Whichever." Karn purred a response with amusement.

[Assistant]
Randy simply seemed to stand around and watch for a few moments. Being down below in the engine room or having been down there with quite a few people. One of them being his boss, another a merchant and a possible coworker of sorts in the future and a person with what seemed to be an animated doll. It seemed more than enough of an awkward situation and seeing as the boss was around and there events currently on going or at least he had suspected such. He could not simply slip away into a daydreaming fantasy, most work he could currently do seemed to be done and patched up with the materials he could find. It seemed to hold together well enough for the moment but he was definitely unsure about its sturdiness and how long it may last, especially if more trouble or violent 'critics' came along once more because of the performance. He continued to run that inside joke inside his skull and probably would keep tightly held onto it.

It seemed the one named 'Hitori' had briefly gone on about clouds as if going into a fantasy of some sort. Randy could not really blame him. Although he long knew that the clouds did not contain this 'wonder' except perhaps in imagination and through the mind. For a moment Randy could not help himself from staring out the window as well. Starting to drift out, slowly and unnoticed by the rest of his conscious mind. As he looked out toward the clouds and began to drift into them in a mental sense.

Randy did not come back until Cassius had approached him and even then it seemed to take a few moments for the words to get across. He really ought to try and nip that day dreaming habit in the bud, or whatever the appropriate saying was. Seems like he might not be able to finish his projects if all things went to hell. Oddly, he could not feel much panic for himself but instead rather for the projects and some certain others. "Okay." Randy responded simply. "Bye, and in case we or at least I die. See you later." He oddly felt a small grin creep up on his face He immediately went off to look for the workers, high and low to gather them. Finding a place that was structurally sound among the ship? The engine room seemed, to be fairing but puncture all around. The cargo hold might be the next safest bet, as long as most crates and so on were safely strapped down or would not fly about in a crash scenario. He would have to check that later or perhaps a brig if it was large enough.


[System]
Super Name: Arsenal (formerly Speedy and Red Arrow)

Powers: None. Roy is, however, trained in archery by Oliver Queen himself. In addition, Roy has become a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and adept at using a wide array of weapons both standard and improvised. Thanks to some of his previous... connections, Roy speaks fluent Japanese and can also understand Russian, though he still needs to work on speaking the latter. Thanks to his time spent along side both Green Arrow and various members of the Bat-family, Roy has developed a keen analytical sense and has since become quite a detective in his own right.

Technology: Compound bow capable of folding in on itself for portability, some diamond-tipped arrows as well as a few "trick arrows" capable of taking down opponents non-lethally. These generally include compressed nets, blunted tips (most think of the famous boxing glove arrow), taser arrows capable of discharging an electrical current to stun attackers, among others. Roy's other weapons include a pair of Glock 41's, two combat knives hidden in his boots, and finally a pair of titanium batons. Roy's prosthetic arm - made of a synthium alloy - can also be used as a makeshift weapon or shield but he prefers to avoid potentially damaging it if possible. His commonly used utilities include a Batman-inspired gas-powered grapple gun, smoke bombs, flash bombs, and a voice modulator worn under his hood to distort his voice and prevent someone from recognizing him.

Acquaintances:
Oliver Queen (Green Arrow) - Former mentor and surrogate father-figure.
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) - Fellow founding member of the former Teen Titans. Batman's former student adopted Ward.
Vic Stone (Cyborg) - Another former Titan, and was the one who built Roy's prosthetic arm.
Jade Nguyen (Cheshire) - An infamous assassin and Roy's ex-lover.

Personality: If one were to describe Roy in a single word, "stubborn" would likely be their first choice. Roy's stubbornness combined with his opinionated attitude - one he likely picked up from being around Ollie for so long - can and has made him difficult to work with in the past. In recent years, Roy appears to have to realized this flaw and finds himself actively trying to improve his attitude, with varying degrees of success. Despite this, Roy still has a few "berserk buttons", as it were. Chief among those being drugs, heroin in particular. Having had a history with heroin himself, seeing others letting themselves be dragged down by has a way of setting him off and making him more eager than usual to take down whoever selling the drug. Ever since Anarchy's takeover, Roy has found himself getting progressively angrier at the world in general, as if it somehow betrayed him for letting Anarchy take over so easily. None has earned his ire more than Oliver Queen though, whose insistence on continuing to support Anarchy's efforts may as well be like putting a knife in Roy's back.

Bio: Roy was born of Navajo descent, even bearing a tribal tattoo to represent that fact. In his early childhood, Roy was adopted and raised by Broken Bow, a Navajo medicine chief who taught the young Roy the basics of archery. Roy didn't know his biological father that well, but he knew the man was a forest ranger that died tragically in a forest fire. After Brave Bow's death, and thus having lost two fathers, a grief-stricken Roy found himself lost. He was falling in with the wrong kinds of crowds, even becoming a heroin addict in the process. Needless to say, Roy's life was at a low point. That changed when he met Oliver Queen.

Roy first met Ollie when the latter approached him as Green Arrow, convincing Roy not to go through with robbing a nearby convenient store. Oliver could have just left Roy's fate up to the system, but instead decided to help the young teen himself. He took Roy in, gave him a home and essentially adopted him as his ward. Noticing Roy's existing skill with a bow, Oliver decided to train him further. Before long, Roy was fighting alongside Green Arrow as Speedy.

Sometime later, Speedy met and became friends with a number of other teenage sidekicks. Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, Donna Troy and himself started a team of their own called the Teen Titans. While in the Titans, Roy had a brief relationship with Donna that, frankly, didn't last long. The Titans themselves didn't last forever either, due mostly their roster constantly changing with people coming in and out of the team. Soon even Robin, who by then had rebranded himself as Nightwing, left the team he had helped create along with his then-lover Starfire. The Titans disbanded shortly after, and Roy found himself turning to heroin once more.

It didn't take Oliver long to discover Roy's relapse, and angered, he threw Roy out. Roy wasn't on the streets for long, instead he was taken in by Black Canary, who helped him break the addiction once and for all. But by then his relationship with Oliver had become strained, so Roy borrowed a page from Dick's playbook and rebranded himself as Red Arrow.

As Red Arrow, Roy found himself once again among the ranks of the Titans. Vic Stone - aka Cyborg and a member of the former team before it disbanded - asked Roy to help him start a new Teen Titans, and even Nightwing approved the idea despite politely refusing the offer to join the new team. This new team of Titans lasted all the way until Superman's death, only disbanding because Anarchy forced them to. During this team's tenure, Roy met the assassin Cheshire during an undercover mission meant to take her down. Instead the two ended up falling deeply in love with each other, and so Roy couldn't bring himself to take her down when the time came, instead letting her go.

After Anarchy's takeover, the New Titans lost contact with each other. Roy at first tried take Anarchy down on his own, but found himself defeated and dismembered for his troubles. He was forced to go into hiding after that, but during that time he reached out to Vic and his former teammate built an advanced prosthetic arm for him, but advised Roy to stay hidden and to give up on taking Anarchy down. Ever stubborn, Roy's response was to sever all his previous ties, forever discarding both Speedy and Red Arrow. He donned a new mask and hood, started carrying and wielding more weapons than just his bow. With such a small arsenal of weapons he always seemed to have on him, it wasn't hard for Roy to earn a new name... Arsenal.

[User]
John Stewart heard an explosion near the building and ran over to a window to look out. Smoke, or perhaps dust, covered the street below and he couldn't get a good view of what was happening. "I'll go see what's happening." he said, looking at Mark. "This could be an attack. You four stay here." With that he took off his suit jacket, opened a window, and activated his ring. It had been over a month sense he'd worn his old uniform, but it felt as familiar as the last day he'd worn it. He jumped out the window and flew towards that dust cloud.

Mark Patterson turned towards the others. "Don't worry. Probably another villain who's relapsing. I'll have to look over our rehab process. Maybe there's something we can..." The window shattered and a man came flying threw it, rolling to slow his forward momentum and coming up, arrow drawn.

"Mark Patterson, you have-", the man froze, the shot an arrow at Anarchy before jumping out the window he had just entered through. "Abort!" the man yelled into an earpiece, "Queen and Wayne are both here! I repeat: Abort!"

Anarchy deflected the arrow with a flick of his wrist, sending it into the front of his desk. He motioned and a hidden weapon's locker behind his desk opened, revealing his yellow and black armor and weapon. "Kevin, protect them." he said, motioning towards his gear. It flew towards him and attached itself properly to him, guided into place by his powers, and after taking a few seconds to amplify himself, he jumped out the window towards the attacker.

"Yes, sir." Kevin said, walking over to the two men. He pushed a button on his wrist computer to summon security and looked at the guests. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll catch him."

Oliver nodded, then looked at Bruce. "Did he seem familiar to you?"

"Something about the way he moved." Bruce responded. "He's definitely had some training."

[Assistant]
Anarchy's main office building loomed in the distance. It was a shame it wasn't a dark and stormy night to set the mood a bit better, but then the weather often doesn't want to cooperate. Either way, Arsenal had a plan to take down Anarchy, and it involved Light (or Toon girl, or Toon lady, she didn't really care) being a distraction of sorts. While Arsenal was a bit suicidal, attacking Anarchy head on by invading his main building, he at least understood that Light was a great distraction. Of course she was a bit weary of the green lantern that Anarchy had under his thumb, being able to be bound by her namesake wasn't the funnest thing in the world, especially when that lead to needles later down the line, usually in the eye...

"Well, best not to think about that." Light said to herself, making her way up to the ground floor of the main building as per Arsenal's plans. It was pretty easy to get to the entrance, what with popping out of a toonish wormhole then smashing open the doors, but she figured that the alarm being set off wouldn't be enough to really satisfy Roy, the guy was a bit... direct. Getting Arsenal's order to cause chaos, she started to pull and throw whatever she could get her hands on, nearly becoming a tornado of papers, tables, chairs, and tiles as those objects flew into random parts of the building. At least until the guards came to see what all the ruckus was.

There was collateral damage before they started to open fire at Light. While there were scraps and pieces of wood, paper, ceramic, and plastic spew on the ground floor and in the walls, a few of the blunter pieces found their way into the groin of a few guards. Of course, once the gunfire started, Light stopped her little throwing fit, knocking over a table to dodge some of the guard's gunfire. While being turned into swiss cheese didn't bother her too much, she'd rather not have to deal with the pain of a couple hundred bullets going through her body. Rumaging in her dress, she pulled out a crate that said ACME in red letters seemingly out of nowhere. Wanting to play army, she opened it and tossed the black cartoony bomb it contained at the guards.

Now, unknown to Light until a bit later, that was a bad move. The bomb itself had an unusually long fuse for an ACME product, and while most of the guards ducked for cover, one of them had the idea to toss it back at Light. Light herself was waiting for the loud 'kaboom', and when it happened, it happened a bit too close for her liking, sending her out of the building while causing a considerable amount of damage to the ground floor and knocking most of the guards into a wall.

It was around this point that Arsenal's voice over her earpiece told her to abort the mission as he jumped out of the window he had went in, right above where Light was laying face up to the sky. Noticing the person falling towards her, Light got up and scrambled to get into a position to catch them should they not have a plan. She was sure it was Roy, but she could always be wrong.


[System]
Age: 24
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 170lbs
Allegiance: Aspirian Royalty
Distinguishing Traits: Wherever the party is, Cas is bound to be there also. He's a free spirit with a tendency to act without thinking through the consequences, although due to his cushioned upbringing and high status, he rarely has to face them. Despite his wild lifestyle, however, he has a soft side and has been known for taking in stray and injured animals he finds in the streets of the capital city.

Short Bio: As the son of the reigning king, Atlas Maydestone, Caspian has lived the entirety of his life in the capital of Aspiria. He was born with a silver spoon in hand, enjoying the finest luxuries the country had to offer even when he was as young as five years old. This experience shaped him as a person. He grew up seeing the glass half-full and believing Aspiria was every bit as perfect and amazing as his father wanted him to think it was.

As a child, he spent most of his education being groomed to take over as the next king but never really took his future duties seriously. In his mind, it was so far off, there was no reason to worry about it. That is, until his father's health took a sudden decline when he turned eighteen. Suddenly slapped in the face by the reality that he was actually going to be the next leader of an entire country, he began to pay more attention to his teachers and did his best to understand all the different jobs he would have when his father died. However, the more he studied, the more he realized how unqualified he was for such an important role.

To deal with his rising sense of insecurity, Cas delved back into any and every social event he could find around the capital city. Partying and drinking with friends took the edge off his fears and helped him to forget about the impending future of his kingship. Deep down, he knew his coping strategy wouldn't change anything, but for now, it was good enough to keep him from getting absorbed in the weight of it all. He would just continue to put it off until he had to face it, the same way he handled the Scourge.

The rebellion (better known as the Scourge by everyone who lived in the capital) was the other big, glaring problem he tried not to think about. To make the enemies seem less imposing, he and his friends would make crude jokes about them and discuss all the creative ways the king could punish them for treason when they were eventually defeated by the state, but secretly, he was always on the lookout for anyone who seemed suspicious. As the crown prince of Aspiria, he'd heard the threats the rebels spat about himself and his family, and he was concerned about what could happen if they ever managed to get inside the stronghold walls.

He just hoped the military was strong enough that he would never have to find out.

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[User]
It felt strange to her to know that loyalty wasn't a big thing in the Capital, she wondered what that meant in regard to relationships and dating. To her if you wanted to be with someone you would give your all to that person, though thinking on it she had betrayed her boyfriend at the time Ethan when she had started to fall for Cas. Of course, she didn't have her memories, but the idea of it still caused her some sense of guilt. Honestly, she knew she had dodged a bullet with that relationship, and she wondered what she had ever seen in him at the time. Until she gained her memories she would never know and a part of her didn't want to know.

Hearing him confess his love for her once more made her feel warm, it was nice to feel loved and she did by him. Those words could make her forget about all the troubles they would face briefly, and she knew it was worth it. At the end of the day she loved him, he loved her and they could work it out together, she hoped they could at least because she didn't know what she would do without having him as a consistent in her life.

Trying to hide her disappointment she felt herself sigh as she knew the boys had returned, she could hear the voices just as she had settled down using Cas as a backrest and she knew they had cut it close. It was a miracle no one had walked in on them, but she hoped they could get some more time together later though it was something she highly doubted would happen. Unless Miles and Jay get really trashed and pass out? Considering the thought to herself as she smiled up at the boys who moved inside.

"It's not that you're not gentleman, you all just respect my decision and don't push back against it." Iris laughed softly, "I keep saying no to the bed and well, I just thought it would be nice for Jay to take a seat. I've not left that sofa for ages anyway I was getting bored with it." Shrugging it off with a smile, glancing up as Cas spoke about her not wanting special treatment which was also true. That wasn't her, she wasn't a huge fan of attention anyway, so it suited her just fine.

"I suppose I have to try this really expensive champagne then." Iris grinned to herself as she looked up at Cas, "I bet you've had plenty of this stuff before." Teasing softly before she leaned forward picking up a glass holding it out to Miles so he could pour some out for her, as much as she wasn't a drinker it would look strange if she just outright refused. It was also a good opportunity to try something so expensive as she would never get this chance again, turning back to Cas she smiled before speaking, "Do you want a glass too? I can grab you one."

[Assistant]
"Only because wine and champagne are served at every formal event in the history of Aspiria," Caspian rolled his eyes when Iris commented that he'd probably had a lot of it before. As a member of the royal family, he had practically been born with a crystal flute in his hand. Anytime there was something to be celebrated—a holiday, a birthday, a successful political endeavor—out came the wealthiest supporters of the monarchy and the finest champagnes that money could buy. In truth, the one they were about to drink was on the lower end of the spectrum too. He'd had bottles worth fifteen thousand credits at high born gallas in the past. The sad part was that he still couldn't tell much of a difference between any of them. The more expensive drinks were better, sure, but it seemed a little ridiculous that they costed so much more when the cheaper stuff was good too.

"Don't pretend like you don't enjoy it," Miles called him out as he popped the cork off the bottle and lifted the brim to his nose to breathe in the first fragrance of the champagne. "Louis Roederer makes some of the best champagne you can drink. There's a reason why it costs as much as it does."

"Pretentious," Cas coughed into his sleeve.

"Seriously?" Miles said dryly, casting him an unamused look.

The prince shrugged, "Call me uncultured if you want, but luxury wines are something I've never understood. Well, unless it's an old vintage, but that bottle was only aged for about a decade." He held up his hands quickly. "It's still good. I just can't taste the difference between Louis Roederer Cristal and Gosset Grand Blanc de Blancs."

"Oh my god," Miles clutched at his chest exaggeratedly. "How am I supposed to bow to a king who can't tell a one thousand credit champagne from a common, one hundred credit bottle?" He turned to Jay. "This is unacceptable. I feel led on."

"Dude, knock off the theatrics," Jay snorted. "I can't tell the difference either. Just pour me a damn glass and stop pretending like you're better than us."

Cas laughed as Miles pulled a face and reluctantly filled four flutes with the sparkling, yellow drink. The two high borns took half for themselves, leaving the other two for the prince and Iris. Cas nodded when Iris offered to get one for him, not wanting to move while she was still using him for support on the ground. Though he really couldn't tell the difference between cheap and quality champagne, he still liked the refreshing taste of the drink.

Once they all had a glass in hand, Jay lifted his in a toast. "To pulling off the most successful prison break the capital has ever seen!"

"Cheers," Cas said in unison with Miles, grinning as he raised his own glass and then brought it to his lips to take a swig of the champagne.

[User]
"I guess that's true, you must have attended quite a few events by now." Iris chuckled as he agreed, but only because they were served at every formal event in Aspiria. A part of her had wondered what it was like to attend such formal events, parties and wear such lavish clothing. Dresses that she could never in her lifetime afford but it was hard not to dream about wearing such things or attending parties when she had never experienced it in her lifetime. Though she wouldn't openly admit it, that at heart she'd love to dress up in an expensive dress and attend a party. It can never happen though; I'm always going to be his secret. Thinking on it some more Iris couldn't help but find it hard picturing herself at his side, there was no way they could be in the public eye together. They wouldn't be a normal couple, though what was really normal about their relationship?

Listening to the boys call each other names and discuss about the alcoholic beverages Iris quietly took her own glass as well as one for Cas handing it to him as she settled back using him as a back rest. Listening as they spoke, she heard how Cas couldn't taste the difference between the expensive drinks and it made her feel a little better. That even he didn't know the super expensive wines or champagnes, it was strange that it made her feel better, but she knew it was due to the fact she was not versed in all of this. Keeping quiet as Miles' over exaggerated the fact Caspian didn't know the difference she found herself getting a little upset, though she kept the smile holding back any sort of emotion. The whole idea of a one thousand credit champagne just made her feel sick, there was so much more to life than this kind of luxury it was hard not to get caught up in it.

Holding the flute in her hand she glanced at the expensive liquid in the glass, somewhat nervous to even try it as she raised her glass with the others. Not saying cheers because she knew her voice would betray her and again this was meant to be a happy moment and she didn't want to bring it down. Especially when she didn't think they would understand why, Caspian might but the other two she doubted they would get it. Raising the glass, she took a sip trying not to pull a face at the liquid that she tasted, it was certainly not for her and she couldn't picture herself drinking it.

People pay this kind of money to drink this? Thinking to herself as she held the glass in her lap barely touched. Maybe it's because I'm just not versed in this, I wasn't raised on this so of course I wouldn't like it. Trying to keep positive about the small things, it didn't matter that she didn't like it anyway. The only thing that bothered her was then potential judgement from those in the room.

[Assistant]
"I have," Cas rubbed his arm as he admitted that he'd attended formal events often. After visiting the districts—if 'visiting' was even the right word for it—he was a little uncomfortable talking about the life of luxury that he was accustomed to. It wasn't something that he could feel guilty about, since it hadn't been his choice to be born into royalty. However, knowing that Iris had been poor for the entirety of her life made it awkward to discuss things like balls and gallas that she could never attend. "Honestly, they're a little overrated," he went on. "I've always preferred the atmosphere of the bars a lot more, because everyone is so much looser and more fun. The people who show up for formal events are pretty snobbish, and they spend all their time gossiping about anyone who doesn't look or act in ways that they've decided are acceptable in high society."

"Yeah, even my family doesn't like going when we get invitations," Miles nodded in agreement. "I'm pretty sure my mom and dad purposefully take on jobs overseas whenever there's a galla, just so they have an excuse not to show up. My sister is the only one who gets excited about going."

"That's because her life's goal is to be a sugar baby," Jay snickered.

"I wish I could say you were wrong, but she's told me that almost word-for-word before," Miles wrinkled his nose. "It's so creepy watching her flirt with all the old men at those events like she's trying to be picked to join one of them at their playboy manors."

"It'll be even creepier if her plan works and one of them proposes to her," Jay teased. "Imagine having a seventy-year-old brother-in-law!"

Miles gagged in disgust.

When they drank their champagne, Caspian held the cool liquid on his tongue for a second before he swallowed it, enjoying the crisp flavor. He'd silently limited himself to one glass, since it would take some time before he wanted to get drunk again, so he was savoring the contents of his glass. He didn't want to burn through it too quickly or he wouldn't have any to sip at when their food arrived. The light champagne would pair nicely with the salmon pizza he'd ordered, and he was just enough of a connoisseur to appreciate the combination of flavors. Just because he had a hard time distinguishing between cheap and luxury wines didn't mean he didn't like rich meals, after all.

"This was a great choice, Cas," Miles nodded approvingly as he set his flute back down on the table. It seemed like he and Jay were pacing themselves too, because the glass was still more than halfway full.

"Thanks," he replied. In truth, he'd just grabbed one of the first bottles he'd seen on the shelf, but he was glad that his selection was praised. He glanced down at Iris, noticing that she had only taken one small sip of her drink. Remembering that she'd liked mimosas when they had shared drinks at his family's private bar, he was a little surprised that she was hardly touching her beverage now. He couldn't tell if she was drinking slowly because she didn't like it or if she just wasn't very interested in having alcohol at the moment, but either way, he wanted to assure her that she didn't have to feel pressured to conform.

Subtly, he reached down to rest his free hand in his lap, touching her upper back gently with his fingers and tracing absentminded patterns on her skin.

"So, how have you been doing since we busted you out of the hospital, Iris?" Jay asked, taking no notice of the prince's discreet gesture behind her head. "You've got more color in your cheeks today. Seems like you're getting on despite the fact that you're stuck here with Miles."


[System]
Themes
Hysteria-Nano
Fine on the Outside

Status
A Phoenix Wing Member. Has Second Origin Unlocked. Emotionally unstable.
Age
19

Birthday:
July 30

Magic
Transformation Magic- Karn has the ability to transform into any living creature be it beast or human as long as he has seen it. The bigger and more powerful the transformation is, the more magic it uses.

It is a powerful magic that comes with a high risk. If the user should get too stressed out, feel a abundant amount of negative dark feelings such as doubt, low self esteem or confidence, and most of all fear while in another form. This risks losing their normal self to the one they currently are in. Acting to what the user believed the transformation would act. For example, a cat. A cat would meow and not talk, eat fish and chase mice and sleep quite a bit during the day. All the user would act like, believing he was just a cat. The user uses up all of their magic, staying transformed until the magic is out. This of course, can lead to death due to a Mage's life force connected with their magic.

Eastern Chimera Slayer Magic- Eastern Chimera Magic utilizes the power of Solarlight Fire, using the sun's light as energy. It consists of very hot fire attacks based on the sun's core to make scorching attacks. Users can eat fire to gain strength, but this is most effective during sunlight. Fire is still edible during dark, but not too effective as a energy source. Fire and light attacks are not effective against this user.

Eastern Chimera Roar: A powerful breath attack that unleashes a destructive blast of golden flames, burning and penetrating anything in its path with destructive force.

Eastern Chimera Solar Claw: Hands/paws are encased with golden flames to shape giant claws and strike at foes in a melee offense.

Eastern Chimera Golden Flame Armor: The body is encased in golden flames in order to create a sort of offensive barrier that burns those that touches it.

Eastern Chimera Healing Tongue: Using the light in order to heal physical injuries with the tongue and seal a ally's wound.

Eastern Chimera Fist: Encases the user's hand in golden flame to increase punching attack.

Eastern Chimera Bite: The user's mouth emits golden flames, creating golden flame fangs and making a powerful crunching motion to the opponent.

Eastern Chimera Tail Slam: Golden Flames shape a Eastern Chimera tail to slam against opponents. Stretching out to increase range.

Eastern Chimera Explosion: Fire erupts from the body like a bomb, causing a explosion of flame in a area of effect attack.

Regular Transformations

Karn's currently most powerful form. Being both a powerhouse and a speedy creature. With deadly claws, fangs and horns. It has a tough hide, and heals faster then average forms. Karn is able to keep this form for a week straight without battle.

A large venomous snake that is large enough and big enough to wrap itself around a human. It's poison can be deadly if not properly treated. Though the antidote is commonly known for this type of snake. It also secretes a paralyzing venom that is temporary, length depends on the person's body. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Not necessarily a strong creature, being a regular house cat, but a few scratches still doesn't feel good! Plus it's adorable and Karn often likes being it since it does not require as much magical energy. Karn can last a month in this form or any small form.

Also not necessarily a strong creature and is more used as a resting form for the user. A sub species of the Eastern Chimera. This is one form that does not hinder the user by using up magic. Used to help heal and rest magical energy. It's pretty small, about the size of a cat with a long tail like the Eastern Chimera. It can breathe a puff of golden solar flame, fly, and climb but is otherwise pretty useless in a fight.

Pegasus's are known to be fast rideable flyers, big enough to fly with two people. They are not real fighters, having very little to defend themselves. Still they are both fleet footed on land and in the sky. Making a excellent way of travel. So Karn doesn't usually transform into it unless he needs to get somewhere. Karn can last two weeks in this form.

Magic Level
A

History
Karn grew up in a fairly small eastern town, he had loving parents and a elder brother. However, at the age of six, his mother had gotten caught in a storm during a fishing trip she took him on, inevitebly drowning to her death. He had barely survived the incident. When his father realized what happened, he became depressed and started to drink more. Karn's elder brother had to work hard in order to keep them fed. Their father was a bad alcoholic, and took out his frustrations on Karn, blaming him for his mother's death and ended up doing quite a bit of horrific things a parent can do to a child. Karn's elder brother ignored him, wanting no part in his younger brother's or was simply too busy to pay any mind to anything.

At the age of ten, Karn discovered his magical ability when he accidentally changed into a cat in order to get away from his father. When his father discovered such a ability, Karn was disowned and kicked out of the house, raving about how his magic proved he was a devil's child that only killed and destroyed. He wandered the lands for around a month before bumping into a guild wizard who happened to have transformation magic. Since his mother died, Karn hadn't smiled so big after meeting his Master, Rian. A powerful woman who treated her pupil like a son. For years he trained under her, while listening her tales on guild life and how it was like a real family. Karn craved such a livelihood, and after his master mysteriously disappeared, he continued traveling the land in order to search for her and join a guild he can call a home.

Personality
Karn is a pretty carefree fun loving girlish man. He honestly could be mistaken either gender due to his pretty looks. Although unexpectedly, he seems to rather enjoy playing either role. He's pretty playful and often a curious sort who ends up getting into a bit of trouble on his own. He revels in making friends and attempting to please others to the best of his abilities. He's a bit immature and acts just like a child, while being a bit directionally challenged, but when push comes to shove in a serious situation, he will fight for his friends to his grave. He's highly dependent, seeming to favor other words highly and gets lonely easily. He also trusts easily, which can lead into him being take advantage of. Karn also has several animal like habits. Like licking himself, sniffing things, playing with yarn balls, and other things.

Team Members
Trinity?

Three Strengths
1. His Chimera form has a tough hide, strength and speed.
2. He's friendly and kind hearted.
3. Brave(except with water) and loyal in and out of battle.

Three Weaknesses
1. He has a terrifying fear of water. Of any kind.
2. Tends not to be much of a thinker and often thinks of others before himself.
3. His Father.

Greatest Love
Watermelon and cute fluffy animals.

Motivation
Friendship

Stands around 5'0 and his build seems fairly lean and small though he has a pretty toned body due to his years of training. Though he's usually still mistaken as girlish sometimes. His Guildmark is a teal color and on the left side of his neck. Wears usually raggedy clothes of a holed up black jacket, grey shirt, and black pants.

Additional Details

- He doesn't enjoy transforming into bugs. Finding the experience weird and freaky.

- Be it oceans, rivers, lakes, rain, or a glass of water... Karn will freak out.

- He seems to enjoy dancing, singing and cross dressing.

- He dreams of seeing a dragon so he can transform into one.

- He's a pretty good tracker, and utilizes his animal form's senses well.

- He can actually cook pretty well.

[User]
@Oblivion666@Lugubrious
Marlene Evangeline

Even as the devastating beam of red and black energy approaches Marlene, she did not shred a single sweat of regret. She was going to take this bitch down, even if it kills her in the process. She quickly jumps over the beam and lands, continuing to give pace. Sure it destroyed the darts, but what did it matter? It then appears as Argus wanted to fight in a classic sword duel. Knowing that his sword was no ordinary one, she creates a sword of her own, not with regular quartz, but with the gemstone opal instead. Opal was a pretty strong and durable stone, which is able to withstand the blows of dark-infected weaponary and attacks.

"Crystal Make: Sword of Opal!"

She then prepares her sword in an attack stance as she points it towards Argus. At that point, Jane and Riona finally came on scene, only to be standed down by Marlene's opponent.

"Jane, this is between her and me, and since she doesn't seem like the type to give up easy, don't interfere. I want to end this here and now so I don't have to deal with her crazy ass again."

"That bitch caused me and my friends trouble yesterday, must I not forget she also stripped me and Mr. Oni too!" Marlene responds angrily, "I'm just returning to give him the punishment he fucking deserves!"

"No matter how fine of an ass it is. Do you really think you can handle this, Glasses? Cause I don't think you're ready for what you've just signed up for."

Marlene's anger begins to slowly rise, her eyes already glowing furiously green with determination.

"Avast, ya skirt wearin' gut ache! Belay that nonsense!" Jane would bellow.

Yet the words would have no impression on Marlene.

"On the contrary..." the Crystal Maiden growls at Argus, "It is YOU who has signed your death wish!"

She then burrows her sword into the ground, and swipes it towards Argus, unleashing a fast beam of energy towards the opponent. And even if he were to block it, this would give Marlene enough time to lunge at her opponent, perhaps locking swords in the process...

[Assistant]
ENMA and DALTON

Now that Marlene had left, it was only the archer, oni, and Exceed left in an uncomfortable silence. He was only joking before, but did Marlene actually have a thing for Nolan? Poor girl, he'll never be able to love her due to his fear though he wouldn't say that in front of Samir since she would most likely give him a firm kick in the nuts and he needed those. Also she doesn't like him enough as it is and he didn't need to say anything that will offer him a few arrows in his chest. He should probably shift it to some other topic. "So...Are you new to Phoenix Wing or something? Nolan never mentioned someone like you before. The name's Enma, mage of Frenzy Plant and friend of Nolan. Yours?"

"Ya just tryin' to find a chance to hit on her aren't ya?"  Dalton stated, hoping to ruin any chance for Enma to get any leeway that the oni would get from Samir. Enma gave him a stern glare while the Exceed just whistled innocently with his hands in his pockets. The Exceed was pushing his luck. If she wasn't here, Enma would've punt him out of the stadium.

NOLAN

Nolan walked around with his pipe in his mouth, puffing rings from his lips. Right now he just wanted to relax and stroll around the stadium before heading back to Phoenix Wing's stand when the fights begin. After the day he had yesterday he needed some time to be alone. As serene and calm he felt right now, it disappeared in an instant as his women instincts kicked in. He had somehow wandered within the range of sight of Sayatachi, a women with more colors than a damn rainbow. Instantly he turned on his heel and tried to get away from her before he got into any sort of situation from the over the top woman. He figured out that women were starting to desire him and by god he was trying to stay away from any of them if they weren't people he knew.

FERRIS

He smiled tiredly at Jess and chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a bit tired thanks to you. I don't know what we did last night, but whatever it was, it was intense." Ferris gave her a playful wink and leaned forward to the microphone. "We're going to be resuming to the fights very soon. As it is now it's anyone game to win! Will Frenzy Plant follow up with a great win today? Will Tough Love turn this whole thing around? Will Iron Enigma and Dragon Fang catch up? Hold on to your seats folks because we're going to have even crazier matches than yesterday!" The model leaned back in his seat and yawned, laying his head on Jess' shoulder with a playful grin.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 21

Career/Class: Courtesan/Duelist

Physical Description: Camilla is a medium sized woman around 5'5. She possess the slightly bronzed skin, angular features and dark hair common among Tileans. She has the smooth clean lines of a classical statue and the lean musculature of a dancer. Every part of her seems artfully contrived, as though she stepped from the canvas of a master painter. Camilla moves with deliberate grace which is appropriate to her profession.

Mental Description/Personality: Camilla is a fiery impetuous young woman. As a child she was selected from among orphan's for her physical beauty and raised to fill the role of Courtesan in the decadent courts of her native Tilea. Among her studies were poetry, dance, repartee, song, politics, literature, art and sword play.

Camilla is out of place in rough and dangerous situations, and although naturally adventurous and curious about the world she is no heroine. She has a fiery temper and has a tendency to act rather than to wait if given the chance. While technically trained with the sword, Camilla's education is that of the stylized art of the sword rather than the rough and brutal style of real combat, while she is perfectly comfortable fighting a duel to the tough for the entertainment of a crowd, she had little experience with real killing.

Camilla has a passing devotion to Randald and Shyalla, although she tends to focus on the world in front of her rather than the world beyond.

[User]
Camilla didn't panic the way she sometimes did in battle. Perhaps it was the familiar setting, or perhaps she was simply too tired. She watched the byplay silently, her eyes measuring her chances of making a break for the door and informing her that unless the guards were suddenly paralyzed there was little chance of it. The mention of a duel went off like a howitzer shell. Men and women leaped to their feet, yelling in outrage or defense of the procedure. Todbringer turned and stared levelly at the court and silence fell rapidly save for the spluttering Baron.

"This is an outrage! A duel of honor is reserved for the nobility! It isn't legal!" he roared, his voice moderating slightly as he realised he was now the lone voice in what had been a rancourous hall.

"As it happens," Todbringer said calmly, "I had my Chamberlain draw up an honorary writ of nobillity for these two last night." A murmer went around the court at that.

"Admittedly, it turns out that I mispelled their names rather badly," he went on, his voice carrying the slightest hint of amusement. A slight laugh could be heard from the more quick witted courtiers.

"This is preposterous! This cannot be legal!" the Baron spluttered, his face literally reddening with anger. Camilla willed him to apoplexy, but regrettably it did not occur.

"Enough Sir!" Todbringer snapped, roused to anger at last, "Are you to instruct me as to what is legal in my domain?" The Baron was no fool and he calmed himself quickly, if not completely.

"But he is a common soldier and she was Otto's foreign whore!"

The Count of Middenhiem stalked back to his throne, though he didn't sit.

"You will find, Herr Baron, that we here in Middenland have more respect for 'common soldiers' than you seem to, and to slander a Lady in such a manner... for shame sir." Camilla opted not to correct the Count's apparent misapprehension for the moment. Women who looked like her were much more frequently the mistresses of nobles than nobility themselves, Todbringer probably knew the remark was more true than false and she appreciated the small attempt to defend her honor.

"Herr Cydric, Lady Camilla, will you consent to the duel?" the Count asked, the look in his eye making it clear the question was a formality. Camilla wondered if they would be allowed to select champions but she nodded her agreement.

"Yes your Excellency," she responded. Todbringer nodded approvingly as Cydric echoed the sentiment.

"Well then Baron, either accept the challenge, or withdraw your accusation, because otherwise I will have no choice but to conduct a formal trial here in Middienheim, which I can assure you I will preside over and render verdict." That was a guarantee of acquittal which the Baron couldn't openly contest, although it might not stop him sending assassins after them in the future.

[Assistant]
The Baron accepted, and his best accompanied sword volunteered to join him in the duel. Events had taken place Cyrdic had never thought possible. Perhaps Ulric and Sigmar truly did watch over him. Not that a duel was being out of the fire yet. They still had to win, and Cyrdic recognized the Baron's best sword as Hans Vildenwort. Cyrdic had once seen the man best a Chosen of Chaos with his greatsword. What's more, the Baron was to fight. And while old, he had been trained in sword use, and would be wielding his Runefang.

Cyrdic called for servants to fetch his shield, as well as his Broadsword. If he was going to fight a battle of the past, he would wield the weapons of his past. Once they fell in his hands again, it felt good to feel their weight. The new Ulric sword Fjorlhaf was well made, and he had gotten used to it. But he'd use his basket hilted broadsword he'd used on campaign. With a few practice swings and shield hefts and maneuvers, he was ready.

Cyrdic pulled Camilla close to him, and whispered "Guard my flank and attack theirs. I'll hold their attention," he said with. It would be just like usual. He felt they had gotten quite good at fighting together.

With that, the Graf stood at the center of the room as the four fighters squared up, weapons at the ready. The Baron smoldered with anger, and though Hans would follow him, he gave a nod to Cyrdic. They'd fought together in the north after all, and both knew this was truly nothing personal. Cyrdic returned the gesture, saluting with his sword.

"Until one party yields, the duel shall continue." the Graf announced. "Let Ulric guide with his judgement. Begin."

"For Ostland!" Hans cried, greatsword leading as he charged. Cyrdic roared and met him in the center, doing his best to redirect his greatsword's path with own broadsword. To a weaker man, it would have been an impossible move, but he barely pulled it off, just long enough for his shield to knock aside the Baron's runefang, effectively blocking both men, though the Dwarf-forged blade cut a line atop Cyrdic's Norscan boss shield. He backstepped and riposted, but his broadsword was blocked by a deft flick from Hans.

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Camilla wasn't two sanguine about their chances of defeating two warriors who probably had more combat experience between them than she and Cydric had years of life. Still it was clear that there was little choice, and things could be worse. Camilla had heard from duelists she had known, and there were many who haunted the courts of Tilea, that two men would tangle each other as much as aid each other in a duel. No doubt both of these men had spent time in military formations, but that wasn't the same thing.

While the servants went for Cydric's broadsword she made her own preperations. Drawing her dagger she cut her silk dress at mid thigh. Eliciting laughs and not a few whistles from the assembled crowd. The Graf pursed his lips, perhaps to offer her a chance to change but clearly thought better of it. There was no way she could fight in the flowing dress though and she wasn't going to die, or let Cydric die due to a petty vanity.

Cydric pulled her close and whispered his instructions and she cursed herself as they parted for not having said something more meaningful but then the duel began and both their opponents were lunging for the Ostlander. It was immediately clear that both men disregarded her as the weaker of the two fighters. That was a mistake, she was weaker than Cydric certainly, but weak didn't mean non-existant. She lunged in at the Baron, aiming the point of her rapier at his calf. The man twisted but too late to avoid the stinging cut across his leg. It wouldn't kill him, but by Ranald he would take her seriously.

There were treatises on dueling in Tilea, there were treatises on everything that might sell a book to a wealthy noble, and Camilla had read many of them in the long hours when her more active services were not required. She tried to think of this duel as those books suggested, as a battle not just of sword, but of hearts.

The Baron was a wealthy important noble. He wasn't going to risk himself for the sake of winning the duel. The greatsword was his sworn bodyguard and thus was probably more concerned with the Baron's safety than killing Cydric. Therein lay her chance. She didn't need to actually injure or kill the Baron, which was good, because either the Runefang of the greatsword might shatter her rapier with the ease of a child snapping a twig if she mistimed a parry, all she needed to do was threaten him.

With her blade extended and her dagger held in the Pavonna style, she circled right, slow cautious fencers steps bringing her onto the Baron's flank.

"Back," the Greatsword snapped, realizing the danger a moment before she could have struck. Both men backed off from Cydric giving the Ostlander some space. After a moment they tried to launch their concerted attack again but this time she was already moving. Again she circled right forcing them to withdraw before they could press her friend.

Camilla smiled winsomely at the frustrated pair.

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The Baron gritted his teeth in frustration. He was a bit too angry to think entirely straight, though that did not mean he wasn't dangerous and skilled in his own way. He glared daggers at Camilla, and Cyrdic backed his companion up a bit as the two groups tried to gauge a weakness in the other, or perhaps they were each suspicious the other group would charge.

"Go after the Baron," Cyrdic breathed, his voice so low he almost didn't hear it. It was true the Baron hated both of them, but he was mostly angry at Camilla for the misguided sake of his son. Cyrdic also knew Hans fighting style, at least somewhat. He wasn't sure if he could beat the Greatsword, but perhaps he could hold him off...

"Go," he growled, and suddenly Cyrdic charged, drawing their attentions with a cry to Sigmar and Ulric. Furiously he stabbed forward, and then backpedaled, blocking with his shield and hacking away weapons with his sword. Soon it was just he and Hans, neither able to gain an edge over the other as the two dueled.

As the battle commenced, Cyrdic had managed to circle himself around within striking distance of the Baron. Not with his sword, but Hans saw too late Cyrdic's proximity to his liege and Cyrdic knocked the man with his shield, stumbling him.


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Niah Bautista

Character Quote: Do you so swear?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Oath Keeper
Age: 14
Birthday: Oct. 3, 2003
Ethnicity: Filipino
Birth Place: Manila, Philippines
Godly Parent: Styx
Legacy: Styx
Cohort: 2nd Cohort
How Many Years At Camp Jupiter: 2
Gender: Female
Rank: Centrion
Occupation At Camp: Oath Binder (If someone needs to swear an Oath they usually do it in front of Niah)
Languages: English, Tagalog, Latin

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Appearance
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 130lbs
Body Type: Petit
Eye Color: Golden brown
Hair Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Soft brown, naturally tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, SPQR with two lines, Cohort symbol
Personal Style: Niah is sensitive to a lot of materials so she is picky with what she wears. She however does like the traditional Roman clothing and wears it a bit more often than most. If she is not wearing traditional clothing she wears jeans and t-shirts, or sundresses. She leans toward blue colors.

She wears a light amount of make-up most days and has her hair down or back in a braid. She is growing her hair longer and hasn't cut it since she joined Camp Jupiter.

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Psychology
Energetic * Picky * Friendly * Competitive * Observant * Pedantic

Sexuality: Demisexual (though she can appreciate the aesthetics of someone she doesn't know)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Niah is fast to form opinions about people, and doesn't usually change that opinion. It doesn't help that she can tell if someone has ever broken an Oath, no matter how minor. It is amazing how disappointed you can be when you realize how often people fail to keep them. She has, because of that, made it a point to not make Oaths she can't keep.
Fatal Flaw: Personal loyalty
Habits: Chewing her lip
Hobbies: Reading, planning practice battles
Fears:
* Being forced to break an Oath, or being unable to keep it
* Riding a motorcycle (she saw a terrible accident once as a child and it is seared into her brain)
* Her sister being found dead...or worse

Likes:
* Her cohort
* War games
* Learning new things (Niah wants to attend an actual college, not the one at Camp)
* Traveling
* Reading
* Horse back riding

Dislikes:
* Oathbreakers (She loathes them)
* Bad/bitter food
* Itchy clothing
* Birds (stupid nest outside her childhood bedroom window woke her up too early)
* Apples
* Bad movie remakes of good movies
* Fauns

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Oaths (Niah inherently knows if someone has made an oath and if they've ever broken one)
* Odikinesis

General Skills:
* First aid
* Law
* Botony
* Horseback riding
* Conflict management
* Roman Mythology

Combat Skills:
* Short sword
* Siege engine
* Military tactics
* Use of Odikinesis to distract or demoralize enemies

Magic Item:
* Vial with a bit of River Styx in it (given to her the one time she met her mother)
* Imperial gold short sword, sits invisibly on her back

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - A light summer dress, and sandals.
* Purse/Wallet - about $30 in USD, and 20 Denarius coins
* Backpack
* Current reading book
* A notebook (with some sketches and notes)
* A pen
* spare hair tie
* Advil
* Chapstick
* A bottle of nectar
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Possessions In Bunk:
* Spare clothes
* A secondary, non-magical weapon
* A photo of her family (Sister, brother, father, and stepmom)
* A trophy from a fight that she had on her way to camp
* An extra blanket
* A reading flashlight
* Her next few books that she plans to read
* Lotion
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History

Biography Niah was born in the Philipines. Her father already had a daughter, Dalisay. He never spoke about her mother, or Niah's. Niah knew something was odd about herself though. She could tell when someone had made an Oath, and more importantly when they had broken that oath. Her first memory was realizing someone her father trusted had broken an oath.

Niah argued with her father saying the man was untrustworthy. Imagine a two-year-old telling you someone you trusted was untrustworthy. Her father didn't take it well and he put Niah into a time out. While she was in the time out her sister tried to cheer her up by showing Niah her own magic. Neither realized how different they really were from the rest of the world because they had each other. A few months after the fight the man betrayed their father and he apologized to Niah. The two became close after that.

Their father married, and they had a son. Niah liked her step-mother because she had never broken an Oath. Things were normal in their home that was until Dalisay disappeared one day when Niah was 12. Her father at that point explained that Niah was the daughter of a goddess and it was time for her to attend a special school in America. He gave her a letter from Niah's mother, the goddess of Oaths. With that making sense, Niah went to America. Her father had given her little direction, but it was through a series of incidences that Niah ended up at the Wolf House. Lupa put her through the usual testing and sent her to Camp Jupiter.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Jupiter: Niah had a hard time moving up from Probatio, while she had good lineage she was not the best at fighting and ended up earning her rank as Legionnaire by performing a great deed about three months before her first year was up. She was good at tactics and made a small name for herself in the games with that skill. She quickly became known as the Oath Keeper and was usually told to be present when someone was about to leave for a mission. Niah started witnessing all Oaths, it helped people remember how important the oaths were putting a face to it. With the new title of Oath Binder, she was also promoted to Centurion, it helped keep the lines of who was in charge better. Niah wasn't particularly excited about the change and for the most part deferres to her counterpart in the 2nd cohort.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Promises I can't Keep - Mike Shinoda

Extra Information: See Andy's cs
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: N/A

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 Nancy caught her flask, glad to see her friend hydrated and healed, and she put it away. She hated alcohol, so the flask may have appeared to be something uncharacteristic for her to own. It had been her mother's. It was the only thing that Nancy still had of hers. She had issues with her mother - loads of them, really - but as her mother was long dead there wasn't much that could be done about it. She kept the flask anyways. It was useful to have nectar on hand as a demigod. Whenever she thought about it too much, Nancy reassured herself it was purely out of practicality that she kept it.

 "Beyond taking back the gem?" Nancy teased Mads lightly. She then frowned, thinking it over. "I guess the first question is - are we going to kill the dragon or just steal from it? I feel like we'll inevitably have to kill it, so maybe we can engineer some traps. Like... cause a large chunk of Mount Rushmore to fall on top of it somehow?" Nancy suggested. "Or I can scream at it until it dies, but that might take a while."

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Niah Bautista

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills:

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"I can distract it while one of you goes for the gem. Once we have the gem we can either escape or kill it?" Niah would be perfectly happy dropping the whole of the mountain on the dragon if it came to that. She wasn't totally excited about the idea of playing distraction for the dragon, but she was decent enough with a sword, and out of the three of them could fly which gave her an advantage that the other two didn't have. As long as she was able to control the armor...and more importantly it didn't turn out to be cursed. A part of her still expected something to go wrong and the armor to try to kill her.

"Mads...Do you think you could make yourself invisible? Long enough to get the gem and get out?" Niah wasn't certain if the ability was possible, or if Mads had the strength after climbing. She still looked exahusted. "Even better if you can do it to both of you and you guys get in and out without being seen. Hopefully, the dragon doesn't have any extra back up." She looked toward their goal. They could sit and watch for a bit and see if they saw other creatures.

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Madalyne Crane

Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota.
Skills: Mist Control

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"Lets bring the mountain down on him as a last option or if we have to absolutely fight him." Madalyne suggested as she thought for a moment and looked over seeing a few Harpies flying into one of the president's noses as another entrance. "Great this is also a nest for harpies it looks like." Madalyne said with a sigh as she listened to Niah she was a bit tired but she still had enough strength to keep going right now as she thought of an idea.

"I have a bit of an idea it might be a bit weird." Madalyne said as she sat down for a moment and started to concentrate the three of them would feel a breeze going around them, and then three misty figures appeared behind Madalyne and then eventually detail came through as she managed to recreate mist versions of them. She stood up and turned to look at them then over towards Nancy and Niah and smirked at her handy work a bit proud of herself. "Hopefully these will work as a nice distraction, meet your twins." Madalyne said proudly. "I am using all of my concentration on the three of them though so I can't really use magic to make us invisible, so we have will have to sneak in while our mist clones distract our flying lizard buddy."

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☀ Nancy Parker ☀

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Location: Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
Skills: Audiokinesis

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 Nancy pouted slightly. It would've been so wicked cool to drop a mountain on a dragon - especially one, as Niah had pointed out, that was basically racist. She wasn't very surprised about the lair being next to a harpy nest, especially after they had just fought a bunch of harpies just to get up here - it made sense. They probably enjoyed stealing things from tourists or whatever when they were around and Nancy doubted people were free climbing enough to make them relocate. Although, she did wonder - did dragons eat harpies?

 Nancy whistled softly, appreciating the mist clones Mads had made. "Damn, we look good," Nancy quipped. They just needed to sneak in now, take the gem, and then be on their merry way - quest over and done with. "I think I have an idea on how to help, quiet's never been my thing but..." she concentrated, and it took her a few tries, but she managed to soften all of the noises the trio made. Their footsteps would be quieter, their heartbeats a little softer, their breath more muted. She held up a finger to her lips, gesturing for them to be quiet, and Nancy began to sneak her way into the cave. Inside, she saw an insane amount of gold, as well as a dragon sleeping - and the gem!