[System]
Ryan Jäger
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Nationality: Harmonian
Text Color: This is his text color.
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 185 lb
Physical description:
Fair skin
Short blond hair
Green eyes
Scruffy beard

Titan: Legion-class, Lima India-2686 (Li (lie) for short)

Load-out
R-97: Extra Ammo, Speedloader, HCOG Ranger
Charge Rifle: Charge Hack
Hammond P2016: Extra Ammo, Gunrunner
Arc Grenade
Grapple Hook
Booster: Amped Weapons

Personality/Attitude: Charming, heroic, quick to anger
Skills/Talents: Pilot training,
Favourites/Likes: LI-2686, parkour, knifing various things, sandwiches
Most Hated/Dislikes: IMC, enemy Titans, getting rodeoed, stubbing his toe (hate that!)
Goals/Ambitions: To climb the ranks of the SRS, win the freedom of the Frontier
Strengths: Decent marksman, rodeos very reliably
Weaknesses: Anger can blind him and make him make mistakes, endangering himself and others
Fears: Losing to the IMC
Hobbies/Interests: Running the Glitch Gauntlet
(Note: has a sister named Rachel, who is also in the SRS)

[User]
Lucas could remember over five years ago, when the worst they had to worry from the Militia were guerrilla strikes and raids, striking at newly established outposts or cargo vessels while attempting to capture titans. Ever since Demeter, the Militia had grown bold, confident in their ability and supremacy of the Frontier, now targeting well defended manufacturing facilities like this one. Now they all had to be hardened, with the majority of facilities installed underground, like a bunker, and with numerous defensive measures throughout.

The alarm had been called not even an hour ago, and already Lucas was suited up and inside of his titan. The facility was easily capable of producing titans on the fly, and containing more than enough spare parts for repairs, meaning so long as the pilots played it safe, they could retreat to come back with a new titan later. In a battle of attrition, the IMC held the advantage here, but Lucas knew the militia would not strike if they didn't feel confident in their ability to overwhelm them. That meant the opening parts of this battle would be crucial, as every extra minute they held out would allow for the momentum to swing evermore in the IMC's favor. Soldiers and spectres both were already deploying to man defensive lines, and he could hear the sound of anti-aircraft fire overlapping each other to fill the air with fire and steel as they attempted to intercept the incoming Titanfalls.

Lucas was the lead of his own small squadron of titans, moving forward along with several other squadrons to attempt a counteroffensive to blunt the Militia's advance, only just a little ways away from the defensive lines behind them, already engaged with skirmishing forces. Their advance had yet to meet any Militia resistance, which left the team on edge, more so than if they'd already traded fire. This tension was broken when someone called out in warning over the radio, "Titanfall, incoming! Mumford, watch out!" All eyes turned upwards as titans burned through the atmosphere, somehow unmolested by the anti-air fire trailing after them, and slammed into the ground like meteors all around before them. One, a red painted Legion, clipping the back of a Tone who had taken point, and taking him out in an instant. The Legion unfolds, seeming to take only the briefest of moments to survey its surroundings before booking it towards a rocky outcropping as it sought out cover. "All units, return fire! Push them back!" Barked the voice again, and immediately rounds were being traded between IMC and Militia forces.

Lucas cursed, raising his Monarch's rifle to fire at the Legion that had been making a run for it, rounds scoring a few glancing hits, but he was forced to duck aside as several other Militia titans quickly sighted in on his chassis, rounds rattling off of his shield until he recharges it by firing off a beam that sapped the energy from an opposing Ion. As good of a titan the Monarch was, it certainly painted one hell of a target of Lucas' back.

Another Titanfall in the distance caught his attention, a little further away from the fighting. Lucas blinked as he watched the titan in question rise to its feet, and he quickly magnified in on it. At first it seemed like a heavily modified Stryder, but as the dust settled, Lucas could only be taken aback by the sight of it. "Is that... a Madrys?" The Madrys was designed decades ago, and had never entered production phase. There was only one person known to pilot one... He twisted the corner of his mouth up into a snarl underneath his helmet. "Fucking simulacrum, don't know when to just die..." he muttered. If that man had stayed in the ground the first time he'd been put down, he wouldn't be such a thorn in the IMC's side. Pilots were almost were universally acclaimed as the best of the best, but even among pilots, there were those that excelled and exceeded their peers. Aces among aces, and among them was a dead man named Fredrick Alms. He needed to go down, now.

"Cover me!" He called out to his men, before pointing a finger towards the Madrys in the distance. "I'm going after that one!" Without waiting for confirmation, he quickly breaks away from the fighting, looping around the skirmish as he makes a dash from cover to cover and heading as fast as he's able towards his target.

[Assistant]
The sky disappeared from underneath both Alms and Madrys. A rocky spire, the very one that Alms had gotten the coordinates for, was left with an indent in the top as Madrys landed. A cloud of dust, dirt, and rocks flew up around the crouching titan. Unslinging the Plasma Rifle from her back, Alms made sure that the weapon was loaded. Watching his soldiers drop, Alms called out to them.

"Good work Severence, now make sure to regroup with Jager and Praetor." Turning his attention to where Jager was, currently about 100 yards away from the base of the spire, Alms received a comm from the young pilot.

Shit, a fucking Monarch was here!

"Jager! Keep calm and stay out of its way. Let it come to me, the Monarchs are third gen titans that will tear through you. Take care of his soldiers, make sure that they pay." Focusing his attention on the rapidly approaching Monarch, Alms took aim with the Plasma Rifle. kneeling down he spoke to Madrys, "Madrys, aim for a vital. Make a cross section velocity calculation and adjust the gun as needed."

"Yes sir!" Madrys' bubbly voice came out of the speakers as the calculations played out on one of the overhead screens. Easily, fluidly, Madrys repositioned the rifle ever so slightly. Pulling the trigger, the shoulder of the Madrys pulled back from the recoil. The bullet, huge in size, flew towards the coming Monarch. It was aimed at the Titan's knee. Hopefully, it would handicap the pilot, if not bring them to a standstill.

Then, turning back to his comms, Alms called out to his troops. "No one go near the Monarch. I'll take care of it. Understood!" His last comment was directed more towards Severence as he knew her hotheadedness would make her want to take the Monarch on.

Wake up and burn, Monarch.

[User]
Taking a spinning step out of cover, Severence dropped her Titan to one knee and and spun up the barrel. A moment later, fire sparked and sputtered from the six barrels of the Predator Cannon, droning out lesser sounds on the battlefield with it's lethal brrrrrrrrt! It took several seconds for her target- an IMC Scorch- to turn towards her, one of its legs already sparking and shaking from the armor-piercing rounds that were lighting its 'hip' up. A single round of its heavy grenade launcher spiraled over her head, fired reactively instead of carefully.

 It took a couple more seconds before a couple other Titans started firing on her- first an Ion, then a Tone. Lucy the Legion shuddered for a moment, taking a few hits to the heavy armor of the cockpit, before Savannah activated the gunshield. Ordering her Titan to continue firing until the gun began to overheat or the Scorch was down, she climbed out of the cockpit through the top hatch, protected by the gunshield- shuddering, shimmering, but still blue.

 Unslinging her Archer, she took aim at and locked onto the Scorch. Detecting the lock-on, the Scorch immediately used his fiery defensive ability, spewing out tons of thermite in the hopes of pre-detonating the warhead... that never came. As the system overheated and he dropped it, Savannah fired.

 She didn't check to see if it hit or not, simply slinging it back onto her back and sliding back into the cockpit. Glancing up, she saw the impact.

 The Scorch could hardly move, since ones of its legs were shredded, and so as it turned to try and take cover, the Archer missile slammed into the lesser armored hide of its side, and detonated. Flames shot out of the Scorch's exhaust, and it paused, ejection sequence initiating. Nope, too late- the thermite stores inside the Scorch caught fire, and the Scorch's engine blew out the back, while the rest of the Scorch melted from the inside, toppling over.

 Staggering up to her feet again, Savannah ducked the Titan back into cover, having taken light damage on heavy armor.

[Assistant]
"Solid Copy. He's all yours." James replied to the senior officer curtly before turning his attention back to his assigned task. Over the course of the battle he had done as ordered and provided as much cover as he could as he waited for Severence to link up with them, even scavenging a Predator Cannon from a fallen Legion. He span up the salvaged weapon again, letting loose another hail of 15mm rounds towards an advancing group of AT grunts and sending them diving for cover, the ones that survived at least.

The mini-gun clicked empty, the whirr of the barrel rotator dying down as they slowed to a stop. James looked at it for a second before letting it fall out of Kilo's hands and searching for another weapon to use. His eyes fell on a discarded 40mm Cannon, the previous owner's charred and twisted metallic hand still grasping the firing grip. The paint was Militia. James gave a silent apology to the dead as he lifted the weapon and wrenched the damaged appendage away, slipping it into a firing grip and loading a fresh magazine of ammunition.

Suddenly, the space not too far from Jäger warped and a burst of white energy gave way to the sword-wielding form of an IMC Ronin, already swinging its giant blade at the Militia Legion's unprotected back... But it didn't connect. An explosive 40mm shell impacted the titan-scale broadsword and threw the weapon off-course, courtesy of James's new toy, which was quickly followed by a second shell exploding against its relatively unprotected left knee, which buckled slightly and knocked the whole titan off-balance. A third sent the war-machine over and took a sizeable piece of armour with it, which was quickly followed by a fourth and then a fifth. The pilot tried to crawl out of the wreckage, but James cut that hope short quite literally. He picked up the Ronin's fallen blade and ran it through with its own weapon, the mangled frame pinned to the ground by the massive sword.

Scanning his surroundings for several seconds more, James and Kilo let themselves relax a little as he turned his Titan towards where the other pilot was standing. Opening a comms line to the other Lieutenant, he gave the yellow Legion a long glance. "I'd worry more about yourself right now. This is still a live battle, and you're an obvious enough target. Come on, we've still got to link up with Severence."


[System]
"There aren't many problems in the shinobi world I haven't been able to solve without a fist. The rest? Ramen. That's the universal sign of peace for shinobi. You could end wars with a steaming hot...fresh...bowl of...what was I saying?"

Nickname: Post Time Skip, they call her the Mountain Sage of The Leaf

Age: 14 | 27

Gender: Female

Height:5'4" 5'9"

Nature: Earth

Personality: Mizo is inherently levelheaded and peaceful, though she doesn't smile terribly often unless it's for a good reason, she can definitely cut loose and enjoy some ramen in town or get a kick out of life. She enjoys spending time studying the more far out aspects of the shinobi world, like senjutsu, the history of the Rinnegan and the Sage of Six Paths, or sealing jutsu that she rarely hears anyone talk about. Despite her kind and mellow nature, when somebody gets under her skin, they get a good solid fist slammed into their stomach. Mizo may appear to be a generally carefree shinobi, but over the years she has learned to appreciate where she came from, and is fiercely loyal to Konoha and everyone who lives there. She is proud to be a Leaf shinobi, and will never take that for granted. She will always do everything she can to protect the people of her nation, and anyone who calls her nation a friend.

Before now, as a genin, she didn't think much of Konoha as a whole, she thought it was just a place, and that it wouldn't matter if the people weren't here. To Mizo's genin self, Konoha wasn't where the people were already, but where they are any time. It doesn't sound like it makes a lot of sense, but it did to her, it was about the people living on the land, not the land itself, that Mizo cared about. Of course, she began to understand that the "Land" in "Land of Fire" wouldn't be Konoha unless people spent countless generations making it what it is, so these days, everything about her home means the the world - literally - to Mizo.

Mizo's come to think that she's make a pretty decent teacher, she'd love to pull together a genin squad and show them how to scrap like real shinobi one day. Granted, she's probably pound them into the dirt every day, tell them to walk it off with a big laughing smile, and buy them a round of ramen at Ichiraku's after they're able to walk again and call that their training. Oh, and maybe teach them the rock wall jutsu between stomach ruptures. Also, she has a toad skin flask that may, or may not contain sake, not that anyone would be able to tell...

Background: Growing up in the ninja academy, Mizo struggled with things like the basic clone jutsu or substitution, though she was great at taijutsu, which wasn't special since most kids are. Mizo one day read a book on the earth style, and asked her teacher if she could try to learn the rock wall. Her teacher found it odd that a student who was underperforming at ninjutsu wanted to learn something like this, but also understood that everyone learned differently.

As it turned out, Mizo was a natural at things like the rock wall and mud clone. Her newfound skill awarded her a pass, and her teacher gave Mizo an alternative learning path, she would still learn shuriken throwing and chakra control, but anywhere that a jutsu could be replaced with earth style, She'd learn differently. A few years later, in the middle of her chunin rank, Mizo journeyed to Mount Myoboku to learn senjutsu from the Toad Sages, and it was by this point that her training began to feel like it was really coming together in her mind. She put earth style on the back burner and devoted her time to Sage Mode, eventually interweaving the two into her own genuine fighting style.

Fighting Style: Mizo is a very grounded fighter, she doesn't worry about fancy flips or disorienting an enemy. She hits them, and she hits them as hard as she can so they don't get back up. The better parts of her fighting style revolves around Myoboku Senjutsu, since she has trained endlessly to base herself around the techniques of nature energy. If an encounter doesn't last very long, she will simply fall back on the earth style and taijutsu, but if it's something more serious that demands her full attention, Mizo lets it be know why they call her the Mountain Sage.

Abilities:

Ninja Art : Summoning Jutsu

 Summons a toad from Mount Myoboku. She didn't learn this until a while after the chunin exams, when she learned senjutsu.

Earth Style : Rock Wall
 A literal wall of rock. Like a shield. It's about ten feet high.

Earth Style : Mud Clone
 Mud clone. Simple enough.

Earth Style : Antlion Hole
 The ground beneath Mizo's feet slowly starts to crumble away until she sinks underneath, only to seal itself shut once she's buried underneath, she then listens for the vibrations in the ground, until somebody comes along for her to grab so she can have her way with them.

Mizo didn't learn Senjutsu until she was around 16-17. Since then, she's changed up her fighting style to revolve primarily around senjutsu.

Sage Art : Mountain Shield
 Like rock wall, but much bigger and stronger.

Sage Art : Canyon Slam
 A ground punch that splits open the earth, for trapping. The small canyon is roughly 30 feet deep, and is best used in large, spacious area.

Sage Art : Black Iron Sealing Pit
 Similar to Canyon Slam, but a straight drop deep into the earth, seals the target away with jet black chains that wrap around the target, pulling them deep into the dark chasm that closes behind them.

Sage Art : Toad Oil
 Mizo inhales air, and exhales oil, very flammable oil that can be sprayed a decent distance for as long as she exhales. It burns well, but needs to be ignited by something like a paper bomb, or fire style.

Sage Art : Toad Clay
 The ground becomes soft and mushy beneath one's feet until they fall through, when the ground hardens, they're stuck. It's not terribly difficult to break free, unless the ground is made of stone or something else stronger than dirt.

Sage Art : Frog Axe Kick
 The one exception in Mizo's fighting style, what some more fervent taijutsu practitioners would get their jumpsuits in a twist over is that it's call a Frog axe kick, rather than a soaring axe kick. Sure, there's channeling chakra into the leg, but this is a toad taijutsu that involves charging at an enemy while going off the ground, and then spinning around to shatter some poor soul's arm and neck with the back of your leg. It's pretty satisfying to watch, actually.

[User]
In an instant, Mizo dipped into the field, running like she was on a mission. "I got a plan, there's a new Jutsu I'm working on that I haven't told you guys about yet. It's a trap. If I keep our flag, I can hide it along with myself while they look for it. At that point I can spring out from the ground and grab their flag, or not let them get any clue about ours." She told Kana and Hoseki while the three of them were on their way in. Mizo's pack was full of ninja tools. Smoke bombs, paper bombs, wire, that sort of thing. She had a lot of room for planning with the other two.

She never did ask if their squad leaders were gonna join them. Not that it mattered, best case scenario was her teammates figured her plan out with Daichi's byakugan. Worst is Daichi somehow got in the way. Not that he would, after all, he's a Hyuga and knew that Mizo could come up with some good tactics. Most, if not all of her strategies revolved around the earth. Mizo just happened to be running into a large, spacious field of shaded, soft ground to play with. She could just feel the jutsu she was working on would be perfect for this scenario, and maybe she could win the battles in the chunin exams without a single punch. That would be something.

"Kana, this jutsu I'm talking about would be ruined if you zap the ground, so be careful. Our chakras would cancel out." She told Kana. He was a pretty observant ninja, so it probably went without saying that he could disrupt her jutsu, but then again, Mizo knew he was a medical ninja, so it was safe to assume in her head that he'd hang back. "Hoseki, I think if you go full force like usual they'll be too busy worrying about your attack to notice me preform the trap. Of course, if anyone's got a better idea for handling those swords Kimiko has, I'm listening. Hoseki's fire would just be blown back by her wind style." Not that such a thing would stop, or even matter to Hoseki. His hot-hot headed nature would nearly compel the guy to just charge at them all. Mizo was pretty confident in her ability to come up with a plan, especially with a team that could execute it like this, but at this point in her life, full blown head to head combat like Hoseki's was in the passenger seat. Such a thing was why she made the Antlion Hole Jutsu, at least until she could fill the gap with even stronger fists. Sure, she was good at throwing punches, but the problem was that she needed the circumstances to be on her side, an even playing field would be the most she could handle without a plan in mind beforehand.

[Assistant]
Hoseki Rengoku

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Hoseki glanced up at Mizo from his concentrated gaze on his left fist, flames breathing and barking around it. "One second… " he uttered absently; hoping to buy time for himself.

Then he joined her quickly dash towards them, willing the chakra to expand and grow stronger. He gave her a hard nod of agreement after she spoke. Her plan was a good one, he liked it but a part of him hated bogging down his brain with specifics. In the heat of battle, all he wanted to do was let loose. So he turned his attention back towards the team of ninjas ahead, who to him felt not completely like a team. He couldn't put his thumb on it and so he let the thought fly away.

"Sounds good, do what you do, Mizo. I'm going to go bust some heads!" and he sprinted ahead of Mizo and Kana, his fist blazing with the fire he had been building up. The field of flowers was perfect for him, he believed. It set the stage for so many advantages.

So he leapt and aimed at the golden flowers in front of him. He launched the blast of fire at such an angle that the hungry flames would initially flood towards Team 5 and their flag; spread by the flowers they would spread both towards and around Team 5. Potentially this was dangerous for all of them, if luck wasn't on his side but the first dozen moments were definitely his to play it; he had made it so. He landed with softly, satisfied with the flurry of yellow pedals dancing around him and the heat infusing in the air.

"I'm too good at this," he said, smoking fist squeezed and arms tensed at his side. "Mizo take advantage of the chaos, they won't know what's coming!"


[System]
Theodore 'Theo' Aldrich
Zeus

(All cybernetic upgrades look alike the picture under the Role section.)
{"Shocking? Isn't it?"} - Theo Aldrich

The Basics
Nicknames
Cyborg - Obvious reasons (Higher percentage of body is machine, rather than human.)
Sparky - A 'taunting' nickname from peers concerning his abilities/use of electricity
Theo - Shortened version of first-name, (only used by those who in face know his name.)

Code Name
Zeus - Due to the nature of his abilities (electricity)

Age
36

Birthdate
October 17 2003 (Please correct me if i'm wrong.)

Gender
Male

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Role
Support

{"Did i interrupt?"}

Digging Deep
In-Depth Appearance
A Majority of Theo's body is cybernetic or "borg" as he calls it. Hair color is light brown and eyes are bright-blue in color. Known throughout his career to possess long or short hair, greatly depending on mood. Typically the man has short or very long hair, this is due to the natural curls he possesses and gravely dislikes. Despite being a cyborg or constantly upgrading himself with cybernetics, Theo doesn't slack on "Keeping the organic flesh in check".

One wouldn't call Theo 'bulky' or a 'body builder', yet he's not slender or 'lanky by far. Standing 5'10", due to his cybernetic limbs and whatnot, body-weight is quiet a bit higher than average men of his stature. Even considering the 'lightweight' material he uses. (Yet he fails to sacrifice armor/protection for weight/comfort.) Also Theo lost an eye (Left) causing a replacement to be as he states "upgraded into himself". (It's not obvious/the fake eye looks real, only those apart of the accident know.)

Rarely will one ever spot Zeus without wearing his 'suit'. (Image located at Role section) the color of the armor and cybernetic pieces are a dull grey for now. Typically members who have worked with Zues only know his voice through a mic (Which possesses a voice-changer. Making his voice sound rather monotonous) due to Theo never removing his helmet or 'visor'. Thus many don't know what he really looks like.
Habits and Quirks
* Very monotonous (Even considering his 'voice-changer')
* Can be impatient/Eager to tap fingers due to impatience
* Mellow, yet passionate. Very protective over friends, especially during missions.
* Only drinks out of non-glass cups. (Dislikes sound of metal cybernetic fingertips against glass.)
* Finds the ticking of clocks hypnotic/sleep inducing...

Likes
* Undying love for technology (Especially robots/cybernetics, yet hides it VERY well)
* Electricity (hence his weapons/source of defense)
* UFC or things of that nature (Underground robot/cyborg/human fight-clubs are something he's enjoyed in the past as well.)
* Nightlife or the sight of cities at night.
* Obsessed with Mocha-milkshakes or most coffee combined with ice-cream/frosted beverages.

Dislikes
* Hot-Coffee's
* Unneeded rude behavior or 'salty attitude' as he calls it.
* Not a very big fan of pets. (Animals tend to not like his metal 'upgrades')
* Cold/Rainy weather (Cold/wet and metal = sad day)
* Guns

Fears
* Mortality: Revolving around old age
* Completely losing humanity to robotics/cybernetics (No longer being 'himself' and being a 'full fledged-robot')
* Virus or being hacked: Body and cybernetic upgrades being used against himself.

Personality
Those who do not know Theo well, easily perceive him as a monotonous 'serious sam'. Or a man of little words. Individuals who get to understand Theo, realize he's more along the nature of shy and introverted. Albeit Theo still possesses his moments of 'social excitement' where his more cocky or stubborn attitude shows itself. Or the even more rare times of him becoming excited or intrigued. (Most commonly occurs when learning about or studying/seeing new technology.)

Despite the stubborn/cocky mellowness. Others even come to the conclusion Theo is a 'lonely guardian'. Simply stemming from his susceptibility to becoming a defender or protector of others, inside and out of the battlefield. Finally one should delve into Theo's less enjoyable side of his persona. Known to enjoy combat, once charged (Caught) criminally with being involved in string of 'Cyborg/Robot fight-clubs/rings as a combatant' closer to his 'youthful years'. Avid smoker and alike his enjoyment of nightlife, he knows his ways around cities and 'dark streets' as well. Since during his "fight-club" days, Theo was a bit more of what one could call a 'thug'. (More like an anti-hero if you ask him personally, if he'd ever talk about the subject.) So all in all, has a dark-side which he neglects/ignores due to 'moving past'.

{"What is humanity? What is the purpose?"}

Origins
Background
Theo was recruited by Sentinel during his days of 'youth', age 21. Technically a 'veteran' among the ranks, since he served in the war. Unlike nowadays, Theo was very hot-headed and needless to say a lot less mellow when joining or being 'forcefully recruited'. Theo, at the age of 17-20 avidly sported in underground fight-clubs which hosted anything human, to robot. Thus cyborgs were a 'hot commodity'. Knowledge of robotics came from his older brother, who performed everything on Theo to start, later on Theo taking over. (Theo also lost his brother during the war.)

Some say the war and the losses which came with it, were the events which caused Theo to 'mellow out' or become more solitary and serious. After the Sentinels disbanded, Theo traveled to the 'technological titans' of the world as he calls it. Anywhere with high-level or great advances in technology, one would've found Theo lurking about. Throughout these travels, Theo created/bought his outfit/suit and upgraded his cybernetics to perform the skills he now has. (Thus his 'kit'/ability set was different during the war, compared to nowadays. He was purely offensive damage during the war.)

Place of Origin
'Emerald city' Seattle - Washington - USA

Family
Parents/Grandparents - Unknown
Brother - Deceased, died during the war.
Uncle - Information to be revealed at a later time

Abilities
Passive: Thunderbolt Knuckles: Each hit/punch applies electric shock, enough strikes can stun foes. (After X amount of hits upon a single-target, said target is stunned for X amount of seconds. Cannot effect same target again, until X amount of time passes.)

Lightning-Bolt(s): Zues can fire small bolts of electricity at enemies, they do not add stacks for his 'Thunderbolt Knuckles, passive stun'. Yet if enough hit an enemy, has a chance to slow them. (Deals little damage)

Bound of Hermes: (Only available while 'Call of Zues' is active? OR could be a passive?) Theo can leap much further than foosteps could carry him, while empowering an ally.

Call of Zues: Focusing onto an ally, Theo empowers them. Theo's loses use of both hands, thus cannot attack while performing this move. (Unit gets a boost of attack and movement speed, Theo cannot use hands as they are supplying the 'charge/beam' to the empowered unit)

Ultimate: Wrath of Zues: Emitting several waves of electric shock from his body, (4-waves) Zues creates an AOE attack that (Very weakly) damages foes and slows them. The higher amount of electro-waves hit an enemey, the more they are slowed, even risking becoming stunned for X amount of time. (This ability has a range of X and can only effect X amount of enemies at once.)

Weapons
Cybernetic fists/limbs or as he states...
 "My body is the tool of my destruction"

Extra
Water and Theo's abilities = VERY BAD TIME!!!! (Electricity + Water = REST IN PEACE)
Extreme cold/hot temperatures can gravely effect Theo's cybernetic upgrades!!
Ultimate: Could be blocked due to nature of the attack.
Zues is always accompanied by a teammate of higher offensive capabilities. (Or healing since he provides none) This is due to Theo not possessing offense except his CQC or the little damage his 'kit'/abilities provide....

[User]
Location: Inside Sentinel HQ
Interacting With:@smarty0114 Archangel

Just when the conversation was beginning to get interesting, the big head came in to deliver the rules."Duty calls. Guess we'll have to share stories later," Scorn sighed getting herself in position with the table as the very so cheerful Hollie had begun passing out the files on their targets. She couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. Sure here gang had gotten some notoriety for certain jobs and being a nation wide but a terrorist? If she was still in the game of gang wars and criminal activity it would of been a dream come true. She had to remind herself though that she was batting for the other side now, no matter how loose her head was screwed on. Still one could reminisce.

Before she could state her question someone else beat her to the punch. Why exactly would all three groups suddenly be together? It sounded somewhat to good to be true. Being able to take out three targets in one go seemed like this would be like hitting the jackpot or something on this side of the board. Being sent in all at the same time seemed odd but also chaotic and she did enjoy chaos and mayhem so she couldn't complain on the idea. One of the robots suggested the idea of teams which brought her excitement down a bit, where was the fun of that?

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Location: Outside Sentinel HQ In Paris -> Inside Sentinel HQ
Interacting With: @smarty0114 Archangel

Gudlaug remained silent through the meeting. He was no brains or tactical guy, hell to him burning the building to the ground with the lot inside sounded like a good plan though he knew it would foolish and probably would never work. He simply wanted to know where they would want him to point the end of his barrel and send the enemy screaming. He gave the file only the briefest of look through before tossing it on the table and continued to listen.

Questions were tossed around, most logical questions that probably if he was younger he would of asked, though with maybe a bit more colorful language thrown in. It nearly sounded like the old days though old Archangel wasn't tagging in. Gudlaug didn't understand why but who was he to question him now that he was the head of this rearrangement of the program.

[Assistant]
Honoka Futaba
"Karasu"

Location: Sentinel HQ Meeting Room
Interacting With: @smarty0114 Archangel @Lmpkio Creatrix

"What are the teams for this mission than Sir? Also if I may say so Creatix does have a logical answer to a problem with previous members leading the teams are a ideal choice." Honoka stated her opinion there was also a lot of things she was unsure on her life was mainly artificial learning while preserving her previous memories. This made things somewhat hard to grasp fully on some parts. "Also I am unsure on some of the information while the source seems credible it just seems to easy and straight forward but I well bow to your judgment sir." She added the information sounded fishy but he also seemed sure on how credible the source was so she would bow to his judgment on this since after all he was a senior member and as such probably knew more than her very limited experience she had gained so far.


[System]
Sometimes it's hard to just keep going
But faith is moving without knowing

Amara 'Mara' Nguyen
Can I trust what I can't see?

To reach my destiny
I want to take control but I know better
Age
Eighteen

Birthday
January 1

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Bi-sexual

Room number
Six

Coach
Felix Larsen

Appearance
Amara stands at a mere five foot two, her body slim and willowy. While her heritage is mixed she tends to favor her father who hails from South Korea. Her features are soft and delicate like that of a birds; in fact the only thing that truly stands out on the young lady was the shocking white of her locks. A rare recessive gene that passed from her mother's side. Her flesh is almost as pallid as her hair but that was more of a personal choice. She didn't care for the contrast between her lighter tresses and dark skin. Amara's style was simple; a wash of monochrome dresses and general light fabrics. The only featuring colors was the soft pink of her lips and the dark blue of her eyes. Despite her rather reclusive nature Amara tended to draw attention and over time had developed an easy-going demeanor around strangers.

History
Her life was simple, really. She got up for school every morning around five am and would relax listening to music until the rest of the house would stir awake. She was always an early riser which tended to be helpful when you're the oldest out of four. She'd rouse her younger siblings; helping them dust off the remaining traces of sleep and begin her day. Her mother, Korabell, was a neurosurgeon and often out and working late while her father had actually passed several years back in a fatal car accident. Before then he was a librarian. The stark difference between her parents was probably why they got along so well. Her mother was high stress and always on the go while her father was soft, calm and took his time. They balanced each other out. Amara always admired their dedication to one other and secretly hoped to find someone who'd compliment her nature like they had.
She generally took after her father in more than just looks. She was soft spoken and quiet where her younger siblings tended to be rowdy and rough. In fact her nonchalant attitude had earned her a reputation in high school. Somehow bringing her to cool status within a mere week of transferring there. She didn't completely mind though. In fact it was how she had made her best friend; Nova. Nova was Amara's closet companion. She was loud and outgoing- a little brash at times but that's what she loved about her the most. The girl was never afraid to say exactly what she thought. The two were practically inseparable. In fact she was the only one who had known about Amara's odd quirks.
Her kidnapping was, well it was a kidnapping! Greedy hands that grabbed and pulled and bound her. Shoving her head in a black bag as she was roughly shoved to the floor. She'll never forget that moment. As her heart lodged firmly in her throat.

Power
Time disruption:
It started out with small gaps; she'd lose her footing and it was as if everything slowed for a tiny second. Just enough time for her to recognize that she was falling but never enough for her to correct herself. The longest time was during her father's accident. She had actually been in the passenger side when an oncoming car suddenly lurched into their lane. Everything felt frozen as she watched horrified as her father slowly braced for impact. Out of instinct she had curled herself up and in result managed to avoid the dashboard crushing both her legs. Her father; wasn't so lucky. Amara had never had it last as long since. In fact usually by time she realized it was happening it was already over.

[User]
Irina Ivanov
Auditorium: @Lillium@SheriffLlama@Thundercrash

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If it were possible to be able to hear her mental shouts echo, that would probably be the case for Irina. From her peripheral vision she couldn't see any changes on the faces of the teenagers around her which filled the young woman with disillusionment.

Hope was nearly lost until confusion briefly flashed through Irina's mind. It wasn't her confusion though; it was Stasya? It worked with her?

Irina turned slightly to look over at her with wide eyes.

'It worked! It actually worked!' She had completely lost her concentration and merely thought to herself, so she merely have Stasya a small nod before turning slightly at the sound of someone's voice in her ear. It was Abel and he heard as well. 'He heard too?!'

Irina couldn't believe that she had actually succeeded at something by herself. On the outside she had kept herself rather collected with the occasional stare when she would blank out or concentrate. She wanted to respond either mentally or vocally to Abel but the woman in front of the group spoke, Irina froze.

'Discovered something interesting, Miss Ivanov?'

Irina simply stared at Nilin with wide eyes as she was taken by surprise for being called out. Her first words were a couple of uh' sand um's. How was she going to explain what she had just discovered? Actually, why would she explain it? No, she wouldn't. Irina cleared her throat and slightly shook her head, "Nothing interesting, just annoying. You made a big confusion and everyone has many questions. It is getting kind of distracting."
Flawless. For the first time in her life she felt as if she had said a lie as effortlessly that even she would have believed it. She wasn't exactly lying but she wasn't telling the truth for sure. Everyone around was confused but that wasn't what she was focused on.

Her eyes didn't last too long in making eye contact with Nilin though as she began to create something amazing in her hands. Without even trying, Irina's mind completely blanked out as she witnessed the illusion that unfolded in front of her. 'Is this what she does? This is why I can't get inside her head...' It left the young woman completely astounded. Her green eyes looked on with great interest once the snowflakes dispersed. She thought of all the many possibilities of how it was possible for Nilin to have done what she did. It was difficult for Irina to rule out the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Nilin could do the same thing that she could do and was causing everyone to think that they were seeing the bird that had slowly changed into snow flakes.

[Assistant]
Arthur Ragnarson

Auditorium

Their new instructor, Nilin, worried Arthur. She was constantly on guard and, at least as far as he could tell, was committed to whatever programme they were involved in despite having been through it herself. He liked to think himself a good judge of character; a perceptive observe of human nature and emotion due in part to the lack of it in himself. However, this Nilin was unreadable. Even with the other scientists Arthur could sense something under their polished behaviour and upbeat-but-still-serious demeanour, something that did not mesh with their state aims. It wasn't quite animosity, it wasn't so direct and almost moderately disinterested disdain.

Arthur was one who liked to arm himself with knowledge. Whether that be researching extra material before an academic test, watching videos of various formations and tactics used in team sports or even just observing emotional reactions of others before he invested in any meaningful relationship with them; Arthur felt that holding information gave him an advantage and made him feel safe, in control. Now he was wary, unsure of how to proceed. Nilin shrugged off his question with a perfectly adequate response but that was all. There was nothing extra, no little verbal slip that he had been hoping for.

"Thank you, that clears it up a little for me." Arthur replied, smiling as if he were satisfied while his inner self struggled to retain its strict discipline. Their new instructor carried on responding to questions in turn before speaking directly to Irina. From the stunned look on her face, Arthur suspected that she had been trying something out with her power. Maybe trying to read Nilin's mind? It was a good plan but for whatever reason, Arthur found it easy to believe that Irina would be unsuccessful despite accidentally reading everyone else's thoughts at most times.

Careful, Irina. She seems sharper than the others.

Arthur was half talking to himself, half communicating with the telepath before he clamped down on his thoughts and smoothed out his shaken mind. He ceased listening to Nilin and her interactions with the group as he tuned out any influences upon his mental state and returned to his emotional base line. The young lad managed this just in time to watch Nilin's display.

At first he thought that she had some kind of pyrokinetic power but the nature quickly changed. Arthur found himself leaning forwards, like most in the room, watching in fascination at the display of a power than could only be described as near-magical.

So, an illusion? But is it merely optical or has she planted it in our minds? Assuming that it is, in fact, an illusion. He briefly glanced over at Irina. If it's the latter then we might have a problem. If we were wanting to leave, that is.

[User]
Stasya Volkov

Auditorium: @wolverbells@Lillium

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When she saw Irina ever so slightly nod her head, Stasya's mind began buzzing frantically. She could read her thoughts. More importantly, she could speak with her thoughts. Which meant that they could speak together without them knowing what was being said.

On the outside, Stasya kept her face as close to neutral as she could. Inside, the possibilities made her want to scream with joy. She wasn't comfortable with the idea of someone else being inside her head (in fact, depending on how exactly her power worked, it would explain a lot of the looks she gave her), but if it meant that she could communicate with freedom, then it was a price Stasya would gladly pay in this case.

Oh, thank you! Please, I need your help, I'm begging you! I can't stay in this place, something, she hesitated, the image of her sister and father, accompanied by feelings of fear and despair flashed through her mind. Something terrible will happen if I don't leave.

The light show in Nilin's hands distracted her, scattering her concentration. It was a helpful reminder, though, that she was being watched. Deciding that it was time to take a more active role, she shifted forward in her seat and spoke clearly. "Что вы имеете в виду под "групповые упражнения"? Если наши силы все разные, как мы можем помочь друг другу? (What do you mean by "group exercises"? If our powers are all different, how can we help each other?)"

I know that I can't get out of here without help. You can talk to the others, without them noticing. A sizable amount of venom accompanied the word, leaving no mistake what Stasya thought of their so-called benefactors. Please, I will do anything ask, anything. Just help me escape this place!

[Assistant]
Amara Mara Nguyen
Location: Auditorium

Nilin answered each question in turn with a fluid grace of detachment. Mara studied her face closely but every part of her seemed guarded that was until there was a flicker of emotion that danced across her face. Her eyes directed towards the seat next to her where Irina sat.

 "Discovered something interesting, Miss Ivanov? Perhaps I might be able to provide assistance, seeing as how that is what I'm here for."

Mara turned her gaze towards the young telepath. She couldn't see what Nilian had picked up on. Irina just looked tired and possibly just a tad bit frazzled at the question.

"Nothing interesting, just annoying. You made a big confusion and everyone has many questions. It is getting kind of distracting."

Her answer seemed genuine enough. With all that she's been through lately Mara didn't doubt the sincerity in her retort. Not that she was given much of a chance to ponder on it before Nilian had moved on to the next question.

Despite herself she found her body leaning forward in excitement and anxiety as she watched the woman cup her hands together. Light began to pour from her as a flame kindled into life. Mara could hear her breathing hitch in sheer shock as she watched the little flame dance in her palms. For a moment it felt like all her anxiety melted away. The warmth from the glow was entrancing as it slowly melded from the passionate red to an icy blue not unlike Nilian's own piercing eyes.

Before she could think twice Mara watched with a child like fixation as Nilian gently sent the snowflake dancing into the air before them. It took everything in Mara to keep her jaw firmly shut as she watched the once flame float above them as if pulled on the strings of an invisible wind.

Mara leaned back after the display. Blinking widely as her brain tried to work around exactly how that had just happened. Sure, she had already begrudgenly accepted the reality of powers but what Nilian just did; it had left her bewildered.

"But what can I do?"

Her thoughts turned back in on herself. Her power seemed small, chaotic in its nature and always beyond her reach despite how much she tried to call it forth. Most of the time she had just dismissed her memories of the crash as a surge of adrenaline that had saved her life but Felix had assured her over and over that was not the case. Though Mara doubted she'd ever reach a place of power that exuded such grace like Nilian had just demonstrated.


[System]
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Ebon uses what looks like a huge tower shield known as "The Kingdom". A very heavy shield that Ebon can swing and bash his foes with, but there's a secret to it that is it's true power. The Kingdom stores about a hundred "R-Types", drone ships about the size of a handgun within. Each of these R-Types can be used for different purposes with different equipment, from simply being fast moving shooting drones, to melee-oriented drones that grapple and swarm his enemies, to recon that allows him to have a knowledge of the battlefield. Some drones can take more damage than others, and if they can return to The Kingdom they can get repaired within the next few minutes. The R-Types are build around a unique beacon that allows Ebon to control them with his semblance more easily. As long as they are near by he doesn't need to look at them to control one of his R-Types. While mechanical in nature, rely entirely on Ebon's semblance to operate; if anything else tries to all they'll get is a useless model ship.

Specialty: Ebon prefers to use his R-Types to fight for him, controlling them from a safe distance to break down his opponents. Not that he can't handle himself in a fight, but this is just how he works best. Like a sniper, it's best if the enemy isn't in his face.

Semblance: Ebon's Semblance is basically Telepathy and Telekinesis which he calls "Mind of Matter", but it works on just about everything, even inanimate objects. Specifically what it's like is as though he was right where the person or object is, and he can see what they see, hear what they hear, and feel what they feel like he was there himself. He can also use this power to communicate with others or read their surface thoughts. With long focus and concentration he could even dig through their memories for basic information, like their names or things they're very familiar with. He can telepathically "Listen" to someone as fast as it take to listen normally, though he needs some time if he wants to decipher more jumbled messages that come from trying to read someone's thoughts.

He can telekentically control inanimate objects or unconscious creatures. He has to see what he wants to telekentically control unless it's one of his R-Types, in which he can control without looking as long as they're close to him. Ebon can use his telekinesis to augment his strength as he usually uses it to throw very heavy objects around, occasionally even his foes if they make an opening.

Ebon has an effective range of about 50ft away from him that he can easily control or use his telepathy without losing concentration due to the heat of battle. Beyond that Ebon would need to divide his attention on things further away less he lose control over them. If he doesn't need to worry about something disturbing him, Ebon could keep his focus on objects well outside his 50ft range, though any distraction will break his focus and force him to start over.

Personality: Ebon can be a rough guy to be around. He always seems to be on edge, like he expects you to fight him. He can't help it as he grew up with a fairly violent history; you don't make threats you don't intend to carry out, and Ebon is more likely to act on those threats than other people are. He can also be very superficial; he'll judge you for whatever reason, be it your gender, your race, your weapon, your appearance, or even just your name. He can be a hard guy to get close to and he typically does that on purpose as he doesn't want to make emotional connections. If you can tolerate him being an asshole to you, he'll slowly begin to warm up to you, but only if you can prove that you're not about to die any time soon. He hates the idea of losing his friends and will go out of his way to save them, even if he has to kill hundreds of others to do that.

Color: Ebony

Emblem: A castle tower (Kind of like a rook from chess) with three arrows coming from the top. This is suppose to be The Kingdom, and the arrows represent his R-Types.

Appearance: Ebon is a tall, black skinned young man. He has a rather full beard for a 19 year old which he keeps braided. Despite his dark attitude he wears colorful clothing, prefers warm colors like red and yellow, though he doesn't mind wearing light blue and green as well. He also doesn't like shoes and often goes barefoot, though he'll settling for sandals if he has to. Regardless of what his outfit is he always wares a black duster with it's sleeves torn off, and on the back is his emblem in white. He has burn scars covering most of his body, and practically all of his face except around his mouth where his beard grows out.

[User]
Kuhaku Shiro - Practice Class Area

A swing of his sword, the whooshing sound of the blade cleaving the air followed by a solid thwack. A momentary pause, to catch his breath. His lungs burning as his chest heaved visibly. Another whoosh chased by another wood-splintering thwack as Kladenets' blade buried itself into the unmoving body of a wooden practice dummy. Sweat dripped and poured from Shiro's body as he went through his patented 'combat familiarity' training regimen. One hundred left to right horizontal slashes. One hundred right to left horizontal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred downward vertical slashes. One hundred upward vertical slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred left to right downward diagonal slashes. One hundred right to left upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred right to left downward diagonal slashes. One hundred left to right upward diagonal slashes. Whoosh-thwack. One hundred straight sword thrusts. Switch hands. Repeat. Every now and then a stray splinter of wood would break off and act as shrapnel. Bouncing off of Shiro's drenched body only harmlessly scratching his protective Aura. Once done with his sword swings he would go on to practice with Perun, his shield. The only difference being adding in one hundred bashes with the face of his shield. When complete with that, he combined his two weapons and formed them into their Great Axe mode to repeat his actions twice more.

Shiro started this training regimen at least once every few days before the sun would rise, taking hours to complete. It was nothing special, to be sure. But the beauty that lay in his little self-made program was in its simplicity. No matter what situation would arise, he would always be able to attack with either hand with any of his three weapons. The burning muscles of his body committing his motions deep into memory. He had done this training program of his a few times already since starting at Beacon. Though he wasn't sure if any of the Practice teachers mentioned anything about permitting students into the area after hours on the weekend, no one had ever said a thing to him. He always tried to clean up after himself, but he never knew what to do with the growing pile of wrecked wooden dummy targets or where to take them. Instead, every time he returned to the Practice area by himself, he found someone had already replaced the sad things with newer fresh targets for the slaying.

Though they were constructed of solid wood, they surely didn't compare to the hardness of a Grimm's hide and armor. Far from the realistic feel of cutting through a Grimm's body, but even still. With a cry, Shiro brought the head of his Great Axe straight down and cleaved straight through the final wooden kill of the morning. Its body shattering and splintering dramatically as Shiro did so. His body ached and was immensely sore, but as he ended his morning routine Shiro fell backwards in the grass with a thud. Laying sprawled out for a moment to let his body recuperate as his lungs struggled and strained to catch after his breath. A safe distance away, Scoot lay asleep in a neat pile of Shiro's clothing and a few toiletries. For a long morning practice like his, Shiro preferred to wear his dirty workout clothes with no food in his belly to make sure he had little energy to start with. After done, he always liked to shower and get a big breakfast before continuing on with the rest of his day/weekend. His breath sufficiently restored, Shiro clambered to his feet and shifted his weapons back into their more portable SnS [Sword & Shield] mode and slung them onto his back. As he padded through the grass towards his clothes and Scoot, he picked up his things and got ready to leave. The ferret rousing from his slumber with a quiet yawn.

Ever since returning from his mission days prior, Shiro had remained distant from his other teammates. Occasionally, he would poke his head into the infirmary to check on his leader. But, he always made sure to never let her notice and never stayed curious for long. His original intentions to recover his leader's daggers never came to fruition. Instead, he made sure to seal away the plan for a later date and time. The only time he was ever in his team's dormitory was for sleeping late at night. Funny enough, though the tiger-boy enjoyed the company of others and thriving off of other people's energy in social interactions, he also enjoyed some time alone to himself. His weekend plans were always dull whenever he was alone, however. Not much doing except training, working out, eating, sleeping, and maintaining his weapons.

"I need a hobby."
Maybe he would look into getting a replacement Scroll and get some music onto it.
Or something to play video games on.
"Should probably ask Gren about that. He should have some ideas."
Shiro laughed as he made his way back to Beacon proper, namely the shower facilities.
"Aw, the lug would probably even make me something to play video games on, knowing him."

In nothing but comfortable shorts, worn sneakers, and a long sleeved top that covered his arms Shiro cherished the idea of a nice, warm shower to wash off all the dirt and gallons of sweat he excreted. A slight smile on his face. Scoot crawled onto the sweaty boy's shoulders and curled back up into a ball as he rode shotgun. "Oh, right. Gotta remember to fix up my gear, too." He had forgotten last time, receiving splinters in his hand for his troubles.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Gren both both hands into his slash, hoping to bash against Ebon's shield until he fell onto his knees. But the human parried the blow off to the side and left Gren in a precarious position. And because of it, he ate the corner of Ebon's shield. Almost literally at that, as the corner of the shield rammed into Gren's face plate. "Ha! You activated my trap card!"

Knowing there were R-Types coming in to perforate him however, Gren needed to do something fast. Releasing one hand from The God eater Gren grabbed onto Ebon's shield and pressed it against Gren's own body. He then used his semblance to increase the friction he was putting onto the shield, and how much it was being put onto him, to effectively get the shield stuck onto Gren's body. Seeing some of the R-Types about to do a fly-by Gren used his strength to pull Ebon in the path of his own attack.

[User] Krysthane shrugged thoughtfully, "I don't see why not, my money's on Ebon, though perhaps I have a bit of favoritism here. If I win you give me that bag of chips." She said gesturing at it as she watched the fight. It seemed thing were just getting interesting, it should be fun to see the end result.

[Assistant]
"Was planning to eat that while we watch. Tell you what, you win I pay up another one, you lose you pay up this one." Diamond shrugged, jsut as the guy she was betting on said a horrible one liner. "Come on! Trap card? Who plays that crap!" She complaiend out loud as she summoned a shadow knife and sliced the bag of chips open, offering some to the company.

A second later Diamond gave up on trying to ignore her kitten issue. The gods just wouldn't let it rest. Oh well, might as well do some more recon. "'Morning!" the thug waved at her teammate before she noticed the kitten didn't quite bother changing out of her pajamas, "Or... not quite, I see. How's the head?" she chuckled.


[System]
Age: 20
Position: She Who Makes Things Go Boom (weapons expert)

{credit to pheberoni on deviantart}
Hannah also has a set of birds tattooed on her hips:

Skills: Combat Engineering (Fortifications, Mines, Sensor Surv, Camo), Animals (Riding, Vet), Athletics (circus skills), Carouse, Deception, Drive (2 and 4 wheel, hover), Explosives (she likey), Forgery, Gambler, Liaison, Remote Operations, Trade (Local), Weapon Engineering (Melee, Energy, Ballistic, Heavy, Drones)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Smuggling, Property Destruction, Contempt of Court, Vandalism, plus the ones she won't talk about, Manslaughter, First Degree Murder, Second Degree Murder, and Grand Larceny; she's only been convicted for some of these crimes
Additional Information: Heavy South Carolina Southern accent. Loves small animals and will protect them with her life. Cries at sad and/or animated movies. Has named every single one of her weapons. Ask her about the homicide charges and she won't say a word.
Weapons: Many. Ranges from ballistic knives, to rocket launchers, to bioweapons banned on most planets. Her favorite is a seemingly endless box of tiny, pill-sized grenades that she refers to as her 'fairy dust.'
Possessions: Hannah keeps her weapons in an enormous cube locker with a 10-digit pass, a biometric and retinal scanner, and requires a specific song as a password. She also has the general odds and edds, clothes,
Personality: Hannah might just be the nicest person you'll ever meet. She stands at about five feet tall, she's cute, she has a charming southern drawl, and she's just so damn cheerful all the time it's hard not to like her, because she certainly likes you. That being said, she also regularly blows craters in small towns and cackles while she does it, so either that's all just an act or there's something scary lurking under all those smiles.
History: Hannah was part of a large family on a backwater planet near the edge of the alliance; between the two tracts of land the different branches of the family owned, she got to experience both horse and cattle farming. Unfortunately, when the revolution rolled around, those two branches split right down the middle between the browncoats and the loyalists. It was a long, bloody feud that ended in the death of most of Hannah's immediate family—those records, at least, are public knowledge, but what happened to those that survived is her secret. It ended with a bang, about two weeks before the end of the Unification War and the arrival of Alliance soldiers, when half of the town was razed in a massive explosion. A week later, Hannah was discovered missing at age 10, and she's been with the Heart of Gold since she was 16. (Details will be revealed via IC.)

[User]
April scrambled out of the way of the (somewhat anticipated) wrench. "Hey, woah, grease monkey! Look, I know yall does dirty things to these engines when nobody's looking, but it don't mean nobody else can take a look at them. Maybe we'd actually get somewhere if you wasn't this ship's crazy, jealous ladyfriend!"

April put her hands to her hips, fully prepared to have another spat with the engineer, when the com box beside her crackled. "April, get your narrow behind out of there before Cyrek throws a wrench at you! Well, before he throws another one!" April rolled her eyes and spoke back to the box. "May be narrow, cap'n, but I can do great things with it." She turned and left the sputtering engine room and its fuming guardian.

Moving back to the cockpit, her eyes half dulled with boredom, she happened across the captain talking to a stranger. From the gist of it, it seemed like the man was asking for transport on the ship, and was prepared to pay for it with ordinance. Approaching as the man sealed the deal with the captain, April extended a hand, offering a confident smile. "You flying with us? My name's April Cooper, I'm the pilot. You're more'n welcome aboard as far as I'm concerned, but, uh..." She leaned in slightly and offered a mischievous grin, tapping him on the chest with two fingers. "When I say hold onto something? Hold onto something."

She turned and saw Chang'e, the companion, also speaking to the captain. "Oh, hey Dajie. You got another date? Want me to drive?"

[Assistant]
Hannah had been returning to the cargo hold when she heard her name in the buzz of conversation—she paused at the doors to the catwalk that led down into the hold, head cocked to one side as she listened further. A new passenger? She brightened, careening down the ramp past the Captain and finally skidding to a stop with her hands clasped behind her back. April had emerged from the bowels of the engines, apparently, and was talking with the Companion who had been onboard for a while now. Hannah always felt like a bumbling elephant around the elegant woman—she wished she had that kind of grace and charm. She gave a little wave to Preacher, too; she wasn't devout by any means, but she'd been raised on Christ and bourbon and she kept up both traditions.

"Hi!" she said brightly, holding out a hand to shake to the newcomer. "Hannah, that's me. I can show you your bunk and the mess and all that. You said you had ammo? What kinds? I'm always looking for more. Got any large calibers?"

[User]
The captain shouted back to her crew once again before accepting Silas as a passenger, explaining where he'd be staying, and dismissing him in the same breath, before returning to the ship to avoid the in coming preacher.

"Wènhòu," called the Shepard, bowing as he spoke.

"Hello," Silas answered, nodding in a return.

"My name is Iean, I look after this flock. If there is any type of spiritual needs that have gone unattended then please allow me the honor to guide you to the enlightenment of your choosing," Iean said kindly.

"I think my spiritual needs are all seen to. Thanks though," the gunsmith replied, clapping the other man on the shoulder for a moment. Like most folk from Dyton, Silas was technically Roman Catholic. The brunette usually didn't make it to Mass unless it was a holy obligation day and he confessed even less than that. "I'm Si--"

"You flying with us?" Called a small red haired girl as she trotted down the main ramp. When she got to the bottom she reached out and shook Silas's hand. "My name's April Cooper, I'm the pilot. You're more'n welcome aboard as far as I'm concerned, but, uh..." the pilot paused her a leaned in closer, dropping his hand to prod at his chest with a tiny finger while grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "When I say hold onto something? Hold onto something."

"...Right," Silas said, pulling his hand back from the red head. 'Well, that was ominous,' he thought as he watched the pilot prance off before he had a chance to tell her his name. 'She's the pilot? She doesn't look like she's even old enough to have her license.'

"Sorry father. Like I was saying earlier, I'm Silas," the gunsmith continued, glancing back over to where Iean was standing, before catching sight of another person barreling down the ramp. Silas was sure he was going to have to catch her to stop the newcomer from face planting, but she stopped short, holding her hands behind her back.

"Hannah, that's me. I can show you your bunk and the mess and all that. You said you had ammo? What kinds? I'm always looking for more. Got any large calibers?" She asked excitedly, extending a tan hand in offer of a handshake.

"Silas," he told her, gripping her hand in his own and chuckling at how excited she got about the prospect of new ammo. He instantly liked her. "I've got almost anything you could need for a traditional gun and the biggest thing I have are my 50 caliber sniper rifle slugs. I don't have anything for laser guns or rocket launchers," Silas said the last bit with a grimace, forcing himself not to glance in the direction of the goat farmer. "I'd appreciate you showing me what's what, but can you tell me where to stow my merch first? It'd make me a might jumpy to leave them outside."

[Assistant]
Captain stopped in her tracks, the cigarette nearly done she held tightly between her lips as Chang'e caught her attention. She inquired to when they were departing and Captain shrugged before she set the box down she had picked up to move into the cargo bay. "I have no gorram clue. I am waiting on Cryek to get this boat in the air. What? Some man on this dustball want some fun time with you?" she asked; taking the last pull from the smoke and tossing it to the ground and stomping it out with her boot before turning her head to the side and blowing the smoke away from her through clenched teeth. Seeing April come over she groaned slightly. "Yeah, you take her and keep the com open, if we get ready to leave high tail both your narrow behinds back here post haste. And bring me back something to eat," Captain said quickly before hefting the crate back up and tucking it under one arm and turning to walk off.

 "Hannah, get the boy settled in and stow the explosives. I don't want another whoops boom in the cargo bay!" she shouted as she walked off towards the cargo bay to stow the crate of food rations she had acquired earlier in the day. Once that was done she moved quickly through the ship to the engine room and stopped at the door, leaning against the frame as she crossed her arms over her chest.

 "When the hell you gonna have my ship ready Cyrek?" she asked as she took another cigarette out and lit it. "I want to break atmo by dusk. Oh and we have a new passenger, do don't throw any wrenches until we are in outer amto okay? Don't want the little bloke running before I get some type of payment," she said taking a pull from the cigarette and smirking, holding it out to him.

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Benson sat outside on the ramp, ignoring pretty much everyone, while 'petting' Garry. He ignored everyone, ignored everything, ignored the stares of the goat farmer, ignored his goat which was also staring at him, and most importantly, ignored the urge to go introduce himself to the new person. It wouldn't be proper, after all- someone had to be different. The rest were all jumping over themselves to meet the new face- except the Grump, who was probably beating his head against the engine right now.

So eventually he finished rewriting part of the Heart of Gold's processing unit so that he could have a backdoor and exclusive access at the input of a password, and shut off the admin desk. Pocketing it, he took Garry up in one of his hands and then rubbed his thumb from his other hand across the shiny domed plate that made up the top of the small machine's central processing center. He wiped off the rubber-coated feet of the spider-like device, and then held it up in front of him, staring right into the bot's "eyes." Small plates attached to the front of Garry shifted and moved, some moving closer to each other, some farther. Garry had been programmed with a rudimentary artificial intelligence- one that manipulated the plates in accordance to pre-programmed 'emotions.' When they were tight against each other, it was because the situation was dire, he was running out of battery, or all odds suggested that he would fail. When spread as far apart as possible, he was relatively 'happy'- and the other emotions ranged between that. Right now, the plates were all stretched out from each other, expressing relative enjoyment and happiness.

Then he whistled, and Garry jumped off his shoulder and scurried off. Heaving a heavy sigh, he rolled himself to his feet, and walked back into the suffocating interior.

He passed people with only the simplest of his courtesy- to the 'Shepherd,' or whatever he called himself, he just said his usual, repeated many-a-times response to his attire, "Your clothing is ridiculous and outdated." To the Companion, he only said, "Garry likes your rabbit." To the captain, he reported, "Ship up to date and electronically sound." To the gunsmith, he said, "Welcome aboard. Don't go in my room." To the gunner, his face temporarily brightened- slightly- and said, "I bet I could break your safe."

Then he was walking past them all and was in his room, nice and quiet.

He dropped himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling more apathetic than ever. Then he mentally waved it away, apathetic about his apathy, and started fiddling with the electronics in Garry's advanced little body.

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"Fifty cal," Hannah said dreamily. Lord above, she loved fifty calibers. Not only did they mean big guns, and big guns were her one true love, but they also made excellent hand-to-hand weapons in the right situation. She herself was too small to do much damage with a punch, but get any kind of force behind a .50 Browning bullet and it was gonna go through flesh.

She shook herself, tossing sandy hair out of her eyes as she smiled at the new passenger and pumped his hand enthusiastically. "Silas! I'll remember that. And I can take care of the rocket launchers and the lasers, don't you worry about that. Y'know, the other day I managed to get my hands on—"

"Hannah, get the boy settled in and stow the explosives. I don't want another 'whoops boom' in the cargo bay!"

Hannah cut herself off, flushing red and wincing as she dropped his hand. "That only happened once," she mumbled, scuffing her toe on the floor. "...maybe twice," she amended, then shook her head again, calling over her shoulder, "Aye-aye, Cap'n!" She turned, beckoning Silas forward as she headed towards the grav lockers—specifically installed to keep ordinance safe during flight.

"You can put your gear in here," she said, inputting the passcode on one of the lockers and swinging the door open. It was the emptiest one they had, and even then, there were a few suspicious-looking boxes with 'Keep Out Please :)' written in Hannah's handwriting. She looked back to Silas, smiling at him. "Here, I'll help you with some of the boxes before we start the grand tour."

Benny waltzed by, saying something about her safe, and as usual, Hannah gave him her usual bright smile and wave. He never reciprocated, as far as she could tell, but she'd like to think it made him a little happier on the inside. Deep, deep inside.


[System]
* Age: 22, although due to her height she's often thought to be younger.
* Gender: Female
* Race: Half-dwarf. All this really means is she'll live slightly longer than a human would (barring accidents or illness), is a bit short and has to shave roughly once a month.
* Appearance: Something like this. Like her dwarven ancestors, she often takes the no-nonsense approach to problems.
* Personality: To the casual observer, it would seem that Martina predominantly takes from her dwarfish side, being rather gruff and overly serious. She is an exceptionally hard worker and stubbornly refuses to give anything less than her all towards any given task. However, closer inspection will reveal that she does take quite a lot from her mother too, as she is rather open-minded and curious as humans are wont to be. To her, the most important thing is to follow her duty, and this combined with her dwarfish stubborness and her human recklessness means that if she is told to hold the line, she will damn well hold the line until her dying breath.
* Brief Backstory:Dwarfs are an uncommon sight in Thaln, but they're not entirely unknown of. Every so often, traders and merchants emerge from their mountain homes and head to human settlements, intending to trade the metals and gemstones they mined and the exceptional weapons and armour they smithed for materials and supplies that are much rarer in the mountains. And whilst many of them immediately return to the mountains when their business is done, one dwarf in particular found himself setting up permanent residence in Aimlenn. His name was Aaron Stonehammer, and with the skills and knowledge gained after over a century spent in the business he found himself being voted in as the head of the city's Merchants Guild. Such a position allowed him to mingle with the higher parts of society, and it wasn't very long before her met one Lady Lieselotte Blumenthal, a minor noble whose family had a strong association with the guild. Soon, despite how unorthodox it may have seemed to others, the two fell in love, and... Well, the result was Martina, formed from the rare union of dwarf and human.

Despite having to put up with a bit of prejudice due to her nature as a halfbreed, Martina seemed to grow up rather well-adjusted. Whilst she intends to eventually inherit the family business (as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition), she also had an inherent need to prove her martial prowess (...as her father has taught her is the dwarfish tradition). Thus, as soon as she was of age she joined the Iron Rose Knights... Although she often has to juggle her obligations to the knights with her obligation to learn the family trade, and occasionally takes time off to do so. Despite this, she's as dedicated to both as she can possibly be, a testament to the dwarf blood that flows through her veins.
* Equipment: Martina wields a finely crafted dwarven warhammer and shield, and wears a suit of mail under her tunic. The hammer is a heirloom of her father's side of the family, and as can be expected from an ancestral dwarfish weapon it is engraved with runes of magical power; due to this, it becomes superheated whenever she swings it with the intent to cause harm.
* Skills: Martina is a mighty warrior; she has to be, otherwise it would bring shame to her ancestors. She specializes in close-quarters combat, often charging into the thick of things where her hammer can do the most damage. As a testament to her dwarfish heritage, whilst on the warpath she is like the mountains; relentless, indomitable and refusing to budge an inch once she's dug herself in. Aside from warfare, she's also rather knowledgable in the fields of economics, and is able to easily appraise the value of numerous objects if given enough time to give them a good look over.

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As Tyathe approached the group, Gillian couldn't help but to gawk slightly. He could remember clearly the first time he'd step foot in Candaeln, having caught a glance at the famed undead knight standing sentinel in the main hall like something out of the epics. Though, now faced with the woman herself, he could only ask "..h…how?" as he noted the sudden height disparity with clear confusion. "I…I'm just going to assume some sort of magic is at play." He says, giving up trying to figure what the undead did to her armor to add that much bulk, much less how she carried it all.

The Princesses entrance was a welcomed distraction from the spatial conundrum. He had to admit, Eliabelle was certainly shaping-er...growing into a fine young woman, and he'd heard nothing but good things about her. That did not, however, put him at much ease and he fought the urge to roll his eyes as the princess explained her motivation for the knights being there. "As always, the capital boils the Iron Rose's duties down to ceremony..." He thinks. The captains presence he could understand, but his and the others time could have been better spent than attending to the fancies of the royal heir.

Still, it was only a minor annoyance, one born of goodwill (and perhaps a dash of entitlement) at that. He takes a deep breath and walks carefully over to the princess, intent on fulfilling his duties to the young woman and dismissing himself as quickly as possible. "Not that she'd have much in the way to say to someone of my station." He thinks, bowing slightly in greeting. "Good evening Your Royal Highness." He says, suddenly thankful for what few lessons of courtly manners he'd learned for Parnella. "I am Sir Gillian Reynaud of the Iron Roses. I thank you for the generous hospitality you've shown our order this evening."

[Assistant]
Sir Garrett
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Julianna was even more devious than he given her credit for as she continued to dance around with their conversation. It was clear from the way she thought that she was resigned to her fate. Or was it?....She Wanted to be a part of her family's schemes to replace Fanilly with their own. It was a truely interesting perspective being able to peer into the political machinations of Thaln. It was not something that he would happily take part in but given that he no longer could hide behind Sir Garrett there was no doubt in his mind that he would soon be drawn into it. A foreign noble with a decent amount of resource and leverage was something even Garrett could see being useful to one of the nobles here.

As she walked with him she continued her commentary on freedom. It didn't really seem to bother her that she was a pawn in her family's games. If anything it bothered him more that she was totally okay with the whole situation. Then again being a leader also grants you immense power does it not? Fanilly after all was the ultimate example of power; even though she didn't get it. The Order was not their to serve her but to make her be the best she could possibly be. That was the point of an uncorrupted, pure, naive leader. Atleast so long as she appeared to be on the outside. The Knights were the ones who really had to do the heavy lifting; which was fine with him. It wasn't about Fanilly leading, it was about how the Knights made sure she appeared to be.

Continuing to listen politely it was apparent she wasn't going to reveal her motivation for appearing any time soon. Perhaps you truly just wanted to talk? I don't believe that for a second. As he was retrieving a drink he caught a noble approach from the corner of his eye and braced for impact. Julianna navigated the verbal thrust smoothly and in the process made it look like she meant it. Taking a smooth sip of the drink Sir Garrett looked down at Julianna who was still on his arm and then back up at the countess. "Although frankly I'm certain I can break them of their opinion. After all, who wouldn't want an army of Barbarians ready to come to the assistance of their new family members."

It was a joke but he let the implication sink in as he took another sip. "It was a pleasure to meet you Countess, I hope you enjoy the party."

After delivering his thought provoker Marianne arrived and began laying on the praise for Julianna. It was true Julianna was quite beautiful. Eyeing Marianne as she continued to compliment Julianna; Sir Garrett smiled into the next sip of his drink. The Delacroix Knight was plenty beautiful herself and he had no doubt that the maids had something to do with it. Are you here to save me from Julianna. Please say yes. Sir Garrett chuckled to himself. What in the world have I gotten myself into?

Turning at the announcement of the princess he raised an eyebrow at her appearance. They certainly did not do her justice when they said she was beautiful. That was certainly at least a part of why she was favored by the masses. No doubt she was also at least partially a philanthropist; as beautiful as she was there was no way that it was the only reason the people loved her. Musing over it Sir Garrett flicked his eyes to the side to observe Marianne again. I Think tonight is going to be bearable. Smiling into his drink again he finished off the second glass, the alcohol was certainly helping.

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While it seemed like she was entirely leading Sir Garett on, he managed to maintain his composure quite well. It was really quite remarkable actually, for someone who did not have much experience in the Thaln court. Even when there was some noble banter the tall knight even managed to put in his own zinger to her mention of a relationship.

"Although frankly I'm certain I can break them of their opinion. After all, who wouldn't want an army of Barbarians ready to come to the assistance of their new family members." The man could think on his feet outside of battle and he was even testing the waters and her intentions. It was quite amusing in its own right.

"My, my Sir Garett; whatever could you be implying?" She teased, taking a last sip from her glass and then placing it down. Before she could say anymore Dame Marianne arrived and proceeded to compliment her on her choice of dress. During this time the princess made her appearance and like most everyone else in the room, Julianna had to get a good look at the princess before returning to the conversation.

The princess was quite the pretty thing, young, beautiful, pale skin, a dress so well adorned that it had to cost a fortune, and rather ample assets. She was a gem whose beauty rivaled the goddess Reon herself and even her personality was a great boon to her popularity. Julianna could not help but think that this was a person she could put her whole being into following.

Then back to the matter at hand. The Lady Delacroix was quite the elegant beauty herself, wearing her somewhat simple white dress with a red corset her attire was quite tasteful and refined. With her porcelain skin and raven hair she exuded an air of purity and grace that Julianna doubted she could match even if she had gone with her own white dress. Skin tone could really change how a color made one appear to other people.

"Thank you very much Lady Marianne, though I must simply counter by saying you look stunning yourself." Julianna gave a short curtsy, though hardly moved as at the moment she was still attached to Sir Garett. Marianne was a very upright and noble knight associated with a family with plenty of history. Julianna had to admit she was a wonderful person and certainly hoped they could remain friends so it was unfortunate that their two families were essentially opposite in views, especially on tradition.

"If you must know, the dress was a custom production by one of the best tailors in Thaln. My parents were quite giddy when they managed to procure the talents of the great Thateous Germain. That being said it is only thanks to his magnificent talents I could come even close to your own radiance." Julianna smiled, she admitted she might be laying on the compliments at bit thick but at events such as this it was only expected.

"But I digress, we are leaving poor Sir Garett out in the cold with our talk of dress." Julianna patted his arm lightly with her hand as if he were a great prize. "He was just enlightening me to the great mysteries surrounding his lineage. Can you image? This man is one of the main contenders of Jarl and yet he prefers our own company rather than secure his station. Quite the noble sentiment in its own right."

[Assistant]
Ian nodded at each girl in turn as they introduced themselves and sat down before he himself took a seat, his tail curling around into his lap to avoid being squished in the seat. Once comfortable he started to answer Mariegolde.

"hmh, I saw more of the land in Velt than it's cities, but even so I found it wonderful. There's something freeing about wandering the mountain ranges in the north, perhaps it's the wind" he shrugged "though I never got to see the cathedrals, or anywhere fancy really. This is even my first time inside a castle like this...heh, but you wanted to hear tales of adventure, yes? hmm, what to tell..."

Ian's life has certainly had it's glorious moments but there were honestly not too many things to tell about and he didn't have the intention of over-embellishing a mundane story. He did take a good lookover of the three girls while he tried to recall a tale for them, the two blonde ones were a little amusing with their excitement but the dark haired one seemed like she wouldn't even be there if she wasn't friends with at least one of the other two.

Before he was able to speak again the announcement of the princess' arrival sounded catching his attention for moment to hear her speak before looking back to the girls infront of him. He was getting a feeling that even if only a few Rose knights were brought up to speak to the princess he was going to be one of them...


[System]
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Level: 1

Class: Legendary Shield Hero

Hero Class: Shield

Magic Affinity: Dark

Appearance:

Biography: In his homeland of Spain, Marcus was a foremost politician working against the autocratic government of his nation. With a full team of reliable people backing him, he was mere months away from establishing his group as a party that stood a chance in elections. With the promised day coming up quick, he pushed himself far beyond his limits to make sure that his team was ready for the trials ahead. Unfortunately, as a result of his working habits, Marcus fainted during a rally and hit his head. The shock rendered him unconscious for weeks, leaving him stuck in a coma by the time election season rolled around, which destroyed his party's chance at victory.

Marcus awoke four years later to the sound of his wife's voice. The sudden rush of joy sent him tumbling from his hospital bed and onto the ground. At first he thought it was just fatigue, but when the numbness in his legs wouldn't go away, it was clear something was off. The doctors informed him that his accident had left him partially paralyzed from the waist down. The news that he was no longer in any shape to work in the same fashion as before hit him like a brick. Fortunately, he seemed to be in perfectly good health otherwise and was discharged within the week.

Marcus adjusted to life in a wheelchair without much issue, and attended therapy weekly for the next year. Even though his nation was still plagued by the same government, and his goals had been quashed in one fell swoop, the chance to spend time relaxing at home with his wife offered him a new perspective on life. He quickly found purpose as a scholar and reconnected with his old team, looking to start rebuilding his campaign from the ground up with a new strategy in mind.

After a year in therapy he finally regained the use of his legs to a certain extent. Although his motor skills would suffer without warning, causing him to stumble occasionally or find himself unable to walk for minutes at a time, he kept a positive outlook and kept to his research. But as Marcus continued delving into literature, he would soon find that his most recent choice in reading material was about to send him for a whirl...

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Inventory: Pendant with a picture of his wedding day.

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It happened in an instant a flash from a book, and the world changing around four individual normal folks from different worlds. As if they were fish pulled from different environments and being thrust into an completely different ocean. The Four heroes now sit in the middle of a magical ritual circle surrounded by a large group of men. Some of them in priest outfits, other ones in suits of armor carrying weapons from times past of their world. Of course none of the new heroes knew exactly what had just happened but for the individuals in the room they were met by a cheer of happiness from the clerics in the room who excitedly congratulated each other. In particular a young man wearing priest robes, and a small pair of round glasses. In the hands of the heroes were weapons they hadn't used before. Strange objects: A sword, a spear, a bow, and a shield. Too the more nerdy among the group it was clear that they were now in some sort of isekai scenario, kind of like some of the MMO's they had played before except this time it was clearly real enough as the weapons attached to them felt alien in their hands. And their sight was obscured by a menu of sorts if they focused hard enough on one person. The cheers died down and the boy walked forward and cleared his voice before talking to them all cheerfully.

"I'm so glad it worked! Thank Grand Master Eric for his instruction! Inform the king, and queen immediately that the heroes are here!" a young man in brown robes stated quickly as a soldier nodded, and ran off quickly. The young man spread his arms wide in welcome, and quickly pressed his glasses up his nose. He had messy brown hair, and wasn't particularly handsome. He seemed genuinely happy to see all of them here. "Welcome brave heroes! Welcome to our world! I'm sorry if you did not wish this, but we have called you here for good reason I promise you. My name is Hans Copper, and I request that you assist us in saving the world!" The boy named Hans stated as he quickly spoke up again before questions arose, "You are the successors of the former Four Great Cardinal Heroes! Heirs to a legacy of great men, and women!"
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Cole looked around his blade clung to his hand insistently he couldn't seem to let go of his weapon. Not that he'd want to but the initial shock of the area almost made him lose his focus. Heroes? Were the people gathered around him apart of this new group? The last thing he remember...he remembered grabbing a book off a shelf in the library of his college. His eccentric librarian had recommended he look there for something he needed for class. He looked at the golden blade in his hand as the man in front of him talked, and he admired it it was well made, and seemed to fit perfectly in his hand. It was nothing like he felt before but it felt right in his hands as if it was made for him. And judging by the speech it was meant to be his. "I see? I can't say I'm any sort of great hero...nor do I know how I even got chosen out of all the people out there but...I don't see any other way forward. I'll help you if I can." Cole said calmly but somewhat shaken as he still was adjusting to everything here. 'This seems a lot like those dumb cheesy animes Mike from science class watched just after class...he'd love it if he were here. Whatever gotta play it cool...if this is really real than I can't loose face.' Cole stated as he waited to hear what the others around him had to say.

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Meanwhile in the hall of the castle the adventurers called together to aid the heroes rested, and chatted with each other. The large hall of the castle's interior was spacious, and extremely well furnished. The guards, and knights chatted about the possible arrival of heroes, and the fact that all the nations came together to make it happen...it was quite the spectacular event. Even if it failed it meant good things for the new young King of Melromarc.

[Assistant]
Flin glanced at the people in the room, somewhat disoriented as he tried to make sense of what was going on. One moment, he was alone in the library. Then, he was met with a bright flashing light. Now he was here, surrounded by people that he'd never seen before in medieval suits. He certainly did not recognise anyone from school. "Uh...what?" He mumbled, as a man stepped forward and began to mention stuff about four Heroes and them being called here. Flin's face turned from disbelief into irritation. It seemed clear to him that this was some type of elaborate prank, one that was executed very well at that.

"Listen...I don't know how you jokers pulled this off, but I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time for..." He spoke, but then glanced at his right hand. He was holding a spear, it's tip razor-sharp and it's colour as red as flame. When did he even end up grabbing it? The discovery only added to Flin's confusion. He tried to release it, but his hand refused to do so. He glanced over towards the other sharp object in his immediate vicinity, the golden sword that the Sword Hero was holding. He backed up a bit. Despite still believing that it was some kind of joke, that sword and his spear sure seemed to be made out of real steel. Regardless of what was going on, he certainly didn't want to get stabbed. He didn't believe what Hans Copper had told them for even a second, despite listening to every word.

[User]
In the great hall, one of the adventurers is a bard who would normally be performing at the tavern right about now. With her long, brown haired wig on and styled to cover her ears effectively, she waited with the other adventurers for the shield heroes. She did feel somewhat anxious being in the castle, but this was a chance for her to offer her aid to the Shield Hero, despite the risk that she could be discovered as a demi-human.

Cleomine mostly kept to herself, but if someone approached her to talk, then she would engage in friendly conversation with them. She wouldn't be surprised if a couple of adventurers here recognized her as the bard in the tavern. She eagerly awaited the heroes, while keeping a discerning eye out on the people around her for any sign of trouble.

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Excitement and Worry

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Auriel stood on one of the many balconies overlooking Melromarc from the throne room. She looked out to the summoning temple where the ritual to bring the Cardinal Heroes to this world was taking place. She was disappointed that she was denied access to the ritual. Her whole life had led to this moment, to stand beside the heroes. It would come to pass, but for Auriel, having to wait the extra hour or two felt like an eternity. Her golden eyes practically burned a hole into the stonework of the distant temple. They were there now, she could feel it. It was a sensation that ran up her spine and gave her chills. It was as if the world in its entirety responded to the summoning of the heroes. Winds blew from the temple's direction, catching the feathers of her wings as they remained tucked to her back. Her blonde hair whipped back from a particularly powerful gust.

Auriel heard the chirps and calls of a flock of birds as they fought against the wind to reach the temple. She looked over to them and watched with envy as they flew so freely in the air. The sun gleamed off of their white feathers, allowing for the birds to stick out from the blue and gray backdrop of the partially cloudy sky. Auriel took a deep breath of the summer air and let it out slowly. Her wings stretched out a bit, catching more wind. The feeling of the air moving through her feathers felt nice, but it wasn't enough for Auriel. Things hadn't been the same for her since she fell on the battlefield. A sharp stab of pain from her right wing made her wince and tuck her wings back in. She gripped the hand rail of the balcony with white knuckles as the pain ran its course. Her mind shot back to the moment it all happened, when weighted chains were tossed over her and took her to the ground. When her struggles twisted the chains through her feathers and snapped fragile bones. She felt fear that day. It was the first time she had ever came so close to losing everything. For all her divine gifts and healing magic, her wings were the one thing that wouldn't heal. It had been months since that day, but she was still no closer to taking the skies back as her domain.

Auriel snapped out of her reverie when she heard the great bells of the temple, cathedral, and palace ring in unison. The summoning was complete. She felt that familiar chill run up her spine again. The excitement of meeting her promised companions quickly washed over the anxiety of her injuries. But it didn't take long for a new anxiety to settle in. What if the heroes were nothing like she expected? What if they had no need for a warrior who trained her whole life to aid them? What if they wouldn't accept her because she wasn't completely healed yet? Auriel's mind started zipping through dozens of different 'what if?' scenarios, and it made her bite her lip as she tried sorting out the plausible from the implausible. Another gust of wind caught in her wings, and she refocused. No. That wouldn't happen. The Cardinal Heroes might be the ones destined to save their world, but without people like Auriel and the other adventurers gathered in the throne room, the heroes would be lost and confused in this strange place. Her rationale steeled her for the moment she'd meet her heroes, at least until she realized she hadn't even thought about what to say when they were finally face to face.

Auriel blushed. "Oh heavens, Auriel you fool..." she said quietly to herself as she planted her face firmly in her palm.

She took another deep breath and started rehearsing to herself, "Greetings, heroes! ... No that's too excited... Welcome, my lords- are they my lords? What if one of them is a lady? My lords and lady? Ohhh I should've thought about this sooner! Uuugh!" Auriel let out an exasperated sigh as she gripped some of her golden locks. "Ohhh what do I say?!" she said a bit louder, forgetting that there might be others able to hear her in the throne room.