[System]
Alias(s): Cosmos
Age: 19
Affiliations: N/A
Factions: Honestly just trying to get by
Description:

Small and lithe, Aya's 5' build is less than impressive. Her long hair falls down her back, dark brown and thick. She's never been one for doing much with it. Aside from the occasional ponytail or braid, she's content to just let it rest where it falls. Her eyes are a deep brown color, and fairly weak. She's supposed to wear glasses, but she often finds them too much of a hassle to put on, and dislikes the idea of contacts.

Powers: Astral Projection
Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back from the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person's projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back.
Aya also has the ability to glimpse into another person's soul when it leaves their body – that is to say, when they're dying. When on the astral plane, the soul materializes as a shimmering silver dust, floating from the body to the sky. If Aya touches this, she can get flashes of what they saw and thought in the moments before they died.
She's still in the process of figuring out how her powers work and there are likely still things that she doesn't know about them. In the past she actively tried to avoid using them because she was so nervous about the potential consequences she could face if they were discovered, but now it's more out of habit.

Strengths: Aya can keep up her projection indefinitely, and can hear and see everything around her, making her ideal for reconnaissance missions. So long as she keeps up her concentration, she can also sustain the projection up to three miles from her physical location. She also has a heightened awareness of the astral plane and everything on it, such as ghosts or other metas who might make use of it.
Weaknesses: When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless. She's still conscious, and can talk to others, but it's difficult for her to move, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it.

Skills: Fluent in English and Japanese, conversational in Spanish, intelligent, adaptable
Equipment: N/A
Ranking: C

Brief History: Aya was just a quiet girl from Oahu before all of this. The discovery of her power had been terrifying to say the least, but keeping it hidden was an easy task. It's not like her ability was particularly noteworthy anyway – she couldn't breathe fire or heal herself or anything like that… thus life went on as usual for her. Her parents separated when she was young, her mom moving back to Japan. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, but she had a happy life with her father. That is, until her dad was diagnosed with cancer when she was sixteen. Then life got a bit harder.

They were well-off financially, so medical bills weren't much of an issue. But despite their best efforts, Mr. Germain continued to deteriorate. He passed away when Aya was 18, just before she graduated high school. The day that he died, Aya had been sitting at his hospital bed, holding his hand. He was asleep, and she'd already gone through the stages of grief, accepting that he was going to die. Then his heart monitor began to sputter. Aya snapped to attention gripping his hand and hoping for any way to make him better, or at peace, or something. Her hopes manifested in her powers activating on accident.

On the astral plane, Mr. Germain was as hearty and alert as he'd been before his diagnosis. They were both shocked at the turn of events… and then he realized what had happened. His daughter was a meta. It was no secret that the Germain house wasn't the most welcoming to metas, which was part of the reason why Aya kept it secret for so long. He didn't cry or shout or reject her as she feared he would… instead, he just sighed. Like he was disappointed. Aya thought that was probably worse. But he still loved his daughter and he smiled through the sadness and stroked her hair until he finally faded away. Aya hasn't used her powers since then.

After graduating from high school, Aya left "the rock" for college in LA. She's not exactly a big-city girl, but she gets along fine. She takes her classes, works part time at a local bookstore, and makes her way through tense, weekly phone calls with her mom. Thus far she's done a very good job of keeping out of meta politics, and to this day she remains unregistered and undiscovered.

[User]
"Oh, being attacked. Took them long enough." Light said, looking down at the thing that was entering the building. Ignoring Cedric, she jumped off the roof, and besides leaving a hole that was her shape, Light was mostly unharmed but a bit dazed. She snapped out of it and caught up to the intruder, who was being fired upon by the bases security measures. Considering they were meant to kill and not secure, Light figured she didn't need to be gentle with it. She could hear faint whispers in her head, but she ignored them, she was already crazy enough as is.

Waiting for an opening, Light put down a hole and appeared behind the thing, going for what she assumed would be its kidney.

[Assistant]
"I'm familiar with his file." Olivia finally admitted as Eva finished reading the document which she had fetched just to attempt to get one up on Elijah. "I also know that he's a deplorable human being with enough blood on his hands to fill this room." Giving Elijah a scathing look, her lips set into a soft smile. "I've been keeping an eye on him, though. He's a danger to society with little to no desire to fit into normal, human ideologies. His alliance with Cedric Wessex, the only thing stopping him from killing both of us, is shaky at best. If that alliance was to break, I can't imagine him putting up with me much longer but Hell, at least there'd be a warrant for his arrest." Olivia was clearly distrustful of both Cedric and Elijah but she really did not like Elijah - she didn't even use his name when talking about him.

Just at that, a voice cut over the speakers in her room; it was Cedric, requesting her presence and initiating an evacuation. "Drills aren't fun." She groaned heavily, downing her coffee before jogging to her room. There was something different this time - the air itself felt heavy and the sounds of the early-morning traffic faded into the background, almost as if both nature and civilization were holding their breathes in anticipation for the next event. Changing within a few moments, she nodded to Eva as she moved past. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

With that, she escaped out into the corridor where a few people were moving to the elevator to get down and out. Taking the stairs up, she ignored the awkward feeling in her chest - the wound was still healing and like it or not, she was limited a little. When she finally arrived at Cedric's office, he explained the situation to everyone present. She absorbed the information with a moment's notice and activated Orion as Canis Major and Canis Minor joined her on the battlefield.

Olivia didn't know exactly where to go so she followed Cedric to the roof to oversee evacuations. When Cedric left, she decided to fill him in on some necessary information. "Cedric, that thing is moving inside the building. We need to get Light down there now to make sure that it doesn't get through to the inner supports. If it tears those things apart, it'll take this entire building down with everyone inside of it. There's also two individuals taking up point on each exit of the building. They don't look like our forces. I'll go deal with one so send someone else to get the other. I'll try give you as much support as possible." With that, she pulled her fingers away from the earpiece and let out an unprepared sigh.

The last few minutes had been such a rush that Olivia had forgot to even feel some of the basic, human emotions. She needed fear if she wanted to get through today so, upon taking a few deep breathes, she finally pulled her thoughts together. Thankfully, she began to feel the familiar sense of suddenly feeling the urge to be sick. Fear was a good thing when you were going into a life-threatening situation.

Standing, she surveyed the area below her before moving back into the building and down to the ground floor. Using the sounds of screams and explosions, she made her way around Patel's advances and found herself in the open air where evacuees were desperately trying to escape. There was a man stopping them (Vince) and she had to stop him. Taking the initiative, she raised her bow and firmly grasped the string with two fingers. Dragging it back, an arrow seemed to form out of nowhere as she took aim. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. Shoot. Releasing the arrow, it flew with stunning accuracy towards its target. The arrow itself had no piercing qualities but simply generated a shockwave which was enough to knock someone off their feet.

With that, she released another few arrows, trying to force her target a few steps back as the evacuees parted around her, revealing her to Vince.

[User]
Eli tossed the folder that was in his hand down on the ground. Eli ran out into hallway and walked into his room. There were three Go Bags sitting ready. Slinging one his back Eli reached into his pants pocket and called Cedric.

Cedric kept running through the halls, taking advantage of the dissolcing roofs and drop-in panels, before hearing Eli's call. Briefly stopping, he said:

"Let me guess, you're going to go off and do your own thing?" the 20-year old felt a small burst of metaphorical heat in the back of his head; he was a little angry, but not at Eli; he can do whatever he wanted. Rather, he was angry at fate itself for throwing him such a dick move.

"All right, I assume you'll be keeping Olivia safe?" Cedric continued resignedly.

"I know it's Lancaster but who is attacking? I got a place North of here that'll keep her safe. It'll take me about ten minutes to get there back. "Eli said slinging another over his shoulder.

"From Security Cameras, it seems like a hooded figure who extends metahphysical tendrils and arms that can break even the unbreakable, with little to no range limit to said arms! Said hooded figure, according to several people's dying messages, seems to access his or her powers by muttering gibberish!" Cedric said frantically.

Eli froze for a more than a moment. Caught up in pure terror, he stumbled when tried to speak for a second. "Cedric if you have any value for your own life run. Keep running and don't look back, this binding and almost everyone in it is dead. Good luck kid." With that said Eli hung up the phone. He had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen. Cedric was going to die here and Olivia was going to take over.

He thought silently for a a second. In his own twisted mind of right and wrong. Cedric was still a child for the most part, ill suited to what needs to be done. Oiliva could and more than likely would be the better option here. But deep down, Eli was gonna miss him.

Eli quickly picked up the third bag and went back to Oilivas room. Eva WA was cowering in a corner while Albert, Oilivas Butler, was trying to to pack a bag for her. Say what you will about him. The guy was dedicated. Eli called over to Albert, and did what he could to comfort Eva while he waited for Albert to finish what he was doing. Albert held much the same thoughts on Eli that his boss held. The thoughts didn't bother him as much as that constant look of disgust.

Eli explained exactly what to do and how to do it. Where to go and how to get there. It was a detailed explanation on how to escape and go north to a location hidden away just a handful of miles north to
Angeles National Forest. There was plenty of places to hide and Eli had paid plenty of money to make sure those places were kept that way. Handing off two of the go bags and reexplained everything. He quickly left and went to find Oiliva.

It didn't take long to find her. Too much time together is what Eli guessed. "Dela, gives me pause you running down my name like that. If I was gonna kill you, or Eva I'd of done it by now. Honestly I'm starting to like you..." Eli said just after watching the her loose a few arrows. He sighed right then knowing how difficult this was gonna be. "All that aside, I need you to come with me. I'd much obliged if this went the easy. It'd save us both a lot of time,I don't even know if I can kill what's coming." Eli knew she wasn't about to jump into his arms and take off, but it never hurt to try the easy first.

He looked at the man who Oiliva had just shot at. Eli couldn't help it, or damn sure couldn't hurt anything. "Good Lord that man is pretty. Holy hell I'm not even gay but I'd fuck that man. Land of Goshen that is a highly fuckable man." Eli couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe it would be lighten the mood but Eli sure as hell thought it was funny.

[Assistant] Aya's head shot up when she heard a bark from the doorway. Seeing that Cedric no longer needed her, she darted over to follow Jake out the door and down the hall. That woman with the greying hair was doing her best to herd people towards the back exit. Miss… Sir? Aya wasn't sure but this really wasn't the time to be questioning names. She followed the group out the door just in time for the air to fill with an inhuman whispering, thick with promises of destruction. People around her were just meandering around, seemingly put out by the inconvenience of this "drill." She gaped then as the Sir woman stepped back into the building.


[System]
Appearance: Standing to the full height of 5'1" but regularly slouching to the height of 4'6", Kritch's smaller than average height is used to his advantage within the degregated hellscape. Kritch has patchy black fur that barely covers his grotesque muscular bipedal rat body, his beady red eyes constantly run over his surroundings, and his malformed hands and feet are to fit those giant razor sharp claws. Kritch's molars and incisors are also formed to be as sharp as knives, and at all times ready to cleave through flesh for the regular greedy mouth of the rat. Lastly, his clothes are made up of torn rags that cover his body to a good degree, managing to keep most of his body covered in weak cloth but allowing his movements to be completely free for his erratic move set.

Gender: Incubic

Personality: Constantly on the verge of breaking down to his primal instincts, Kritch finds himself at all times in a rather irritated mood, and will most likely bite anyone that would get too close to him. So, normally, you can find him being rather fidgety and suspicious of almost everything that surrounds the demon, and especially on people that he is told to trust.

Greatest Sin: Envy, ignoring the fact that gluttony and greed are almost on the verge of controlling the small-minded rat, envy is the sin that Kritch feels the most whenever he sees any living being. The struggle to suppress his very instincts are hard enough, but watching creatures able to fully act in whatever way they want without any hardships at all has made the rat green with envy.

Motivation: Kritch believes that if he gets out of hell, away from his race of disgusting creatures that he calls family, he can will himself to rid the constant urge to murder everything around him without any influence from where he was born. He wants to be away from the mentality of his race and birth place and turn into something that he can call just himself rather than labeled as some rat fighting against their blood.

Biography: Born in hell, Kritch was made as small units of demons to serve one of the higher ranking rat demons for their various purposes as either extra food, slaves, or used as disposable soldiers. Kritch for some strange reason was created accidentally with a higher sense of intellect compared to the rest of his kin. Maybe it was some divine punishment or intervention when it came to morphing his body, but for some reason he could have something more than just the regular basic mindset of following orders blindly and surviving off basic instincts. Kritch hid this fact from his superiors, allowing someone like him as smart as his masters would end his life fairly early by being ordered to be eaten by his own kin. So, he bided his time, allowing himself to mask his presence within the countless other small-minded rodents and deducing his escape against his supposed "superior" masters.

It wasn't too hard for Kritch to escape, most masters assume that they have complete control over their slaves, but all Kritch had to do is wait until most were either sleeping or fighting amongst each other. However, the problem with straying away from the swarm was that he was now just a weak starving rat that was all alone in the hellscape. It was hard to survive, but he knew that he wouldn't stoop so low as to survive off the basic instincts that would mindlessly control his life. So, stubbornly, Kritch survived on the scraps of other demons, but kept his sense of dignity to not revert back to his basic form. He trained and taught himself to act as a hidden agent, his movements faster than most demons and his small size able to easily hide himself in most situations. Kritch found himself living amongst the street rats, but it was better than being a mindless slave to his greedy masters.

This situation lasted for around three years, his body well-tuned and his instincts top notch to survive most stray encounters with other creatures that roam the land. He had even taught himself some magic, basic magic, but none the less another added skill to survive and strengthen himself in the harsh landscape. He had accepted his fate, stubbornly going against his will of his mind and would rather survive and die on his own terms. Though, this didn't mean that Kritch found himself envious of the denizens of hell, he yearned for their lives of simplicity that they continue without even struggling against fighting their very nature. After years of looking upon strangers in the shadows, he soon turned bitter against these unknowing people, finding that these races take their lives for granted in not knowing the hardships of some that have to face for their entire life. This bitter resentment corrupted his soul as he soon found himself angry, suspicious, and generally a rather rude attitude to all around him.

Skills: Agile, fast, and small, Kritch finds himself able to climb and scurry against all forms of obstacles that is in his way. He is also able to easily shroud himself in shadows, and able to hide his sound as well on those rather quiet days to avoid alert. Also, his claws and teeth are able to slice through flesh rather easily, though tougher muscles and skin can still be injured rather than the neat cleave that is normally done to regular flesh.

* Skitterleap - In small distances, Kritch is able turn into smoke and travel at blurring speeds to appear in another location, he soon reappears in his physical form.

Gear: In self-defense, Kritch finds himself holding two sturdy weapons to defend his life. These weapons include a poisoned dagger meant to paralyze the body with a gruesome punching dagger to deal lethal punches to anyone that would come at him in a aggressive manner without any escape for the rat. The rest is the raged cloth that adorns his body, simply just two weapons and some clothing.

Theme Song:

[User]
The knight was being surrounded by the group she was attempting to leave Hell with, and it was a bit disconcerting with these faces looking at her as her true identity was revealed and it was a bit late to take back what she had did, but she had to or she would've definitely suffocated from the smoke in the helmet. Her face was still rather dusty, but she wiped her forehead with her arm while she spoke to those who had gathered around. "M-my name is Jennifer Light... if that helps to clear this up."

After speaking, she stood up from the ground and bent over to pick her helmet up. Well... bent was a bit of a fabrication. She instead crouched down to get the helmet, still facing Deprave. She didn't exactly trust him with how he had given her a bit of a perverse leer a few moments ago. With that aside, Jen held her helmet with her mace sheathed and waited for the rest of the Hell-scapers to arrive, including their ride to the next mission.

[Assistant] He was in utter shock and confusion. The crusader that he though was a man... Wasn't. "Well this is nice... As well as surprising." He said as he stood there with everyone. He felt as though he didn't quite fit in with the group. A modern day human with one arm around these different crazy demons, a crusader, a king, and a weird bug guy who liked mushrooms. He also happened to be one of the smallest, which wasn't a problem to him really. "So... Now what?" He asked, not quite sure of what the plan was from here. But they succeeded, he thought to himself. He just wished that he had his arm back.

[User]
"Excellent question, young Toby," Villiam stated, arriving at that moment with Betty in tow. "I am pleased to see that Nefas has been dealt with. Kritch and I have obtained our goal and now our ride should be appearing momentarily. The next phase of our mission can then begin."

The poison spirit made his way forward, engaging with the crowd of his comrades. What they had achieved in his absence was really quite impressive. The spirit had to admit he was thankful that this army of misfits was on his side. Of course, as news spread throughout Hell of what they could do, the challenges would only become more frequent and dangerous. That meant that what they could do had to be improved upon. Ah, now that was where V could really shine, yes! Naturally he would have to help improve the weakest link of the chain first, which meant...

"It should take some measure of time for us to reach our next destination and learn of the next goal. While that happens, I would like to craft something you should find very... Useful, Toby." Though made of semi-fluid semi-solid toxins, the spirit's voice was quite smooth. "A mechanical arm, several times stronger than a normal human arm with multiple functionalities."

[Assistant]
Outside HPIS
As the prisoners rioted on outside the prison, funneling out at the behest of both Deprave and Poncho, the rest of the group exited as well, Betty in tow of the rat and poisonous cloud. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling that social, maybe because of the bombshell of Mike possibly betraying her or the chaos of the prison break. Either way, the max she did was shoot the muscly Deprave a wink.

Over the roar of the mass of unchained men and women, the screech of tires could be heard. The RV was here, it seemed. It was practically huge, most definitely able to seat all 9 passengers, probably even allow the to bed. It was also quite fast and light, judging by how quick it hit the scene and the sharp turn it pulled to get the door facing the prison. Out of it stepped a rabbit looking woman, oddly scarred and torn like an overused plush doll revealing muscle and pale skin beneath the surface of her fur. Stepping out onto the scene, absentmindedly tugging at her trenchcoat, she gave the prison a once over.

"What in the hell..." She muttered to herself. Quickly, she got over the surprise and replaced it with a dry sarcasm. "Looks like you guys had fun but mommy's here to pick you up. Get the hell in the van before whoever you pissed off wakes up." She commanded, motioning to the vehicle.

Once everyone was inside they'd notice how nice it was. The entire place was lined with shining granite and somehow unrotted wood. It had full amenities, a bathroom with a hot standing shower, a sink, and of course a toilet. The kitchen had a few pots, pans, dishes, bowls, and cups in the cupboards, though noticeably nothing to cook. If anyone did want to cook, though an electric stove, as well as a microwave and fridge were there. Finally, there were a few couches near the front and two bedrooms with a queen sized bed each in the back.

"Here's where you'll be staying. Don't get any blood on the couches Conan, or your ass is out." She mentioned, pointing an accusatory finger at Deprave. "We don't have any food but Barkeep stashed some alcohol in the fridge. Use the coasters in the kitchen draw. I'll be needing one of you to switch off with at some time so if anyone wants to volunteer, feel free. Just to clarify, everyone's here?" She asked. Once she got confirmation, she'd close the door and start driving.

"Here we go."

[User]
Before anything, Jen went up to Kritch once he arrived and very kindly asked him a question. "Hello Kritch. I would like my tent back soon, but you can keep it for the time being... also your paw is going to be ok." Sure she had a lot of shit in that tent, but she didn't want to be rude to Kritch. He seemed like a good guy in the long run, and Jen saw his little rat face as oddly adorable.

When the RV pulled up, Jen was relatively surprised at the condition it was in. She'd never seen an RV before either, so this was incredible to actually witness. The crusader went wide eyed and ran inside the RV filled with excitement and marveled at everything in it. From the chairs to the kitchen to the shower to the bedrooms, Jen was absolutely stupefied by it all. Out of haste, Jen quickly took one of the bedrooms for herself and placed her helmet on the bed very orderly, as well as her shield. Her mace stayed with her though, in case she needed to beat the shit out of anyone who took her room. Afterwards, she returned to the main room of the RV and kept marveling at everything. "What sort of besieging machine is this, Weaver? I have never seen something quite like it."

[Assistant]
Kritch had finally made his way out of that horrible prison, he had been hobbling behind the other two hellscapers to the escape vehicle while dodging those unruly prisoners that were swarming back into the terrible place called Hell. His hand was still mangled from the previous encounter, the initial pain had subsided but having a broken hand throb and bleed was still pretty inconvenient. Still, while escaping Kritch had the pleasure to see the desecrated corpse of the one that gave him quite the scare while in the vents. These even more unruly creatures seemed to have some sort of fighting capability that Kritch could rely on as he sticks towards the back watching them fight from the shadows. It was a thought, but it had to wait as an even louder noise than the screaming and yelling prison crowd was overpowered by a high pitched squealing that caused Kritch's back fur to stand straight up. The noise came from a large and fast vehicle hurdling towards their position, the squealing came from when it stopped ahead of the group before the supposed escape driver told them to hop in before that horrible beast wakes up again to start a rematch. The rat demon quickly hurtled towards the entrance, even if the vehicle was a bit smaller than he liked, it would provide ample time to recover and hide with his injuries.

Entering the surprisingly nice vehicle, a bit too nice for Kritch's standards, all seemed to be inside the vehicle as it drove away from the crowd of angry rioters outside the prison. He was still gripping his the wrist of his broken hand tightly, he would need this to be fixed as fast as possible in case of things got violent. Kritch took a few steps, sniffing and eyeing every corner and shadow to find any thing that the rat would find suspicious. He had also dropped the tent in the middle of room, sliding it off his back releasing the weight from his shoulders and allowing him to move his arms in a more free motion. Still, it seemed that this velchile was safe for now, he still didn't trust his surrounding but let himself relax just an inch more allowing him not to murder anyone that would touch his shoulder unannounced. So, he took his butt to a far corner of the RV and sat with his weapons on his lap and his eyes switching rapidly from area to area.


[System]
Age: 27
Appearance: Daelin is a man with weathered features, always with five o'clock shadow and baggy eyes. His eye color is a light gray and he has dirty blond hair. He has a scar from the corner of his forehead leading into his messy hair. He is lithe and muscular.
Personality: Daelin jokes about almost everything whether it's funny or not. It may be that he's trying to seek some kind of humor in a job where he's used to losing companions to the beasts.
Height: 6'1"
Race: Human
Home Nation: Arcadia, born and raised.
Magical Capabilities: Arcane.
 Daelin uses only minor tricks and has never dabbled in advanced magic. Telekinesis is his most prominent go to trick, used primarily in combat for retrieving weapons or tricking enemies. He has never been able to lift very much and his mana capacity is fairly low.

History: Daelin Calso, pathfinder and forward scout. At least that's what he is now. Used to be that he started as a woodsman's boy, chopping down wood with his father in the forest on the edges of Arcadia. A dangerous profession with the abhorrent dangers around. Hiring guards was a must but it also made gathering wood from outside lucrative. Of course that was until his father's luck ran out. A great big ol' beasty got a taste of daddy o's leg and the man never walked again. Daelin was forced to become the man of the house and what better way than to enlist in the military. Describing his past work experiences and ability to track animals made him an obvious pick as part of a scout party. He's been an Arcadian knight for eight years and despite being a respectable, hard working soldier shows little ambition for rising in the ranks.

Name: Rem Vano
Age: 56
Appearance: Rem has long red hair, parted away from his face and tucked behind his ears. He has a big, pointed nose and a slightly wrinkled forehead. His eyes are green and he has a short, bright beard.
The garb stories witness him in is a mantle made out of the bark from a tree that makes his shoulders look far broader than they actually are and a cloak of patched furs drapes around.
Personality: Blunt but wise, Rem is a talkative individual. He seems to speak to everything, adding an air of mysetery and madness to him.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Human
Home: A hidden cottage in the wilds.
Magical Capabilities: Gaian
 Moving the landscape, commanding the plants and speaking to beasts is part of Rem's staple magic.

History: Rem Vano is a relatively young druid as far as druids go. He's been in the wilds for little over a decade now. He associates often with travelers, appearing as a kindly stranger to those that respect the forest.
The time he spent before that was in exploration of magic and debating its practices and uses. From Arcadia to Marrenfell, to Kell he researched and pondered on the nature of things. Everything he found had a limit. People treated magic less as a respectable force of nature and more as something to be manipulated, abused and used against one another to get gain. Orders of priests and their healing magics seemed the most attractive but they had their own problems serving entities with ulterior motives, especially Berganfont. That drew Rem to the ancient rites of the druids, to the order that still existed even if it were reclusive.

Name: Kanna Astorian
Age: 89
Appearance: Kanna is a lovely depiction of eldin charm. She has bright green eyes and long black hair. Her slender features are always accentuated by an extravagant dress.
Personality: Kanna is most often bold and provacative. Her mood and personality seem to change just as easily as if she were to change a mask. Her ability to act and grandstand are exceptional. Underneath all the lies and the act she is incredibly insecure with an agenda always on her mind.
Height: 5'9"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Psychic
 Kanna is secretly one of the foremost experts in psychic magic. Her very presence can alter a person's mood if she applies the right pressure of power. Few of her tricks can be used to actually hurt someone, rather augmenting states of mind or making them see things that aren't there. Given enough time and effort she is able to brainwash people, even making them think they are other people themselves.

History: Kanna was born to a highly esteemed family of the eld. The Astorians were known for their moral uprightniess and they did their best to provide everything necessary for her, hoping she would make for a good healer or some other beneficial role to society. Their hopes did somewhat come to fruition. She learned from some of the greatest tutors money could afford. Politics, theater, magic, business. She was well-educated and had a great mind for trade and business but she saw issue with the morals of her family. Where they saw profit in doing good she saw loss. She anticipated events no one else had. There was an obsessive, almost psychotic need to know things, to explore between the lines in her mind. She never had chances to leave Kell, it was dangerous outside when you had few means to actually defend yourself. Death was not in her plans so she played idly by, gathering resources and contacts, learning more and hatching plans for her masterstroke. What exactly is her masterstroke? Her goal? To unite all nations under one banner, whether it was hers or a puppet nation it didn't matter. Unity was needed for the foreseeable future and any evil needed to get there was worth it. After all, what was evil other than a disagreeable act to the ignorant? Living in walls wasn't survival. A world where giant walls no longer needed to be built was a paradise to look for and could be achieved in no other way than through absolute unity.

Name: Vetch
Age: 36
Appearance: Vetch is likely one of the ugliest of the eld alive. He is bald and pale with abnormally large ears. His blood shot, red eyes bulge out of his head. On top of that his jaw is crooked to the side and it looks like at one point his nose was broken and healed improperly. He favors longcoats with hoods to keep his head and face covered. An old injury forces him to hobble with one foot but it doesn't slow him down as much as you'd expect.
Personality: Disturbingly calm and absolutely obedient to his master, Kanna. Vetch would do the extreme for her. He seems to always be dire and grave in his speech and mannerisms.
Height: 6'3"
Race: Eldin
Home: Kell
Magical Capabilities: Water Elementalist
 Vetch is a capable elementalist using water and ice, two sides of one facet. Many of his techniques mirror bladed weaponry. Mist is one his favored spells, allowing him to slip in and out of locales while people think it's simply a natural part of nature.

History: At a young age Vetch was adopted from an orphanage along with several other children to a noble family known as the Astorians. Of course no one actually knew the Astorians were involved in the adoption. The children just seemed to disappear. No one ever missed them. Vetch was infatuated with Kanna, the leader of the noble house. She was kind and benevolent to him as none other. While she spent personal time with many of them she never had to use her power to affect his mind. He was willing to be her tool, to learn from her, to be tutored and molded. The other children weren't as willing, but they came around eventually whether they wanted to or not. Vetch became a trusted right hand servant to Kanna, performing tasks that would normally put her at risk. He is in generally kept secret from the public and acts as a subtle agent.

[User]
Baeshri Pass - Crags

 Concentrating on the wind was proving to be a feat of its own, the wind's voice was growing louder with each passing moment meaning that if Ellorei didn't release the element soon she was going to face the consequences. None the less, she steadied herself, the situation called for her aid and she was determined to give it. In the moment she felt Flin move to through a rock into the wind, using her as a way to enhance the attack. It was quickly occurring to Ellorei that perhaps she should have taken lessons from her brother in the art of combat before leaving. However, drawing the conclusion that the soldiers wanted this being not to escape. Ellorei widened her stance and it looked as though she began to sink into the ground, her energy moving to sense the ground below the adversary. There, Ellorei thought, time to end this nonsense. Ellorei began to pull the being into the ground with the goal being waist deep.

[Assistant]
"If yoor lookin' foor woork, de' treetops are yer best bed'."

Of course they are. Ryio thought, glancing upwards at the wall of wood separating her from the rest of the market. She'd been in Leias for weeks- but not once had she found a way up the enormous trees. There were lifts, sure, but they were all reserved months in advance or took more coin than she had to split with. Climbing was another option- at least, it could be, but not for her.

Ryio stood passively, listening to what the woman had to say as customers of the market flooded past her, pushing and jostling her about. "It's fine, it's fine." She whispered to several of them as they passed by. Ryio was turning around to leave when she heard Kolo speak again: [i]"Bud... If you're hungry, I've got some stale bobbets left over."[i]. At this, Ryio's eyes lit up like two furnaces preparing to melt down steel in their fiery kilns. Ryio was halfway through taking a step towards the bobbet-shaped salvation when someone behind her shoved her forward, knocking her off balance and towards the market stall. Ryio had been standing fairly close to the stall as to actually hear the owner above the commotion, and fell down hard and fast towards the wooden counter. She stuck out her hand to stop herself, but didn't center her arm properly and the left side of her body and face cracked against the rough wooden surface- which, luckily, was still intact.

Ryio pushed herself up, planting her feet firmly into the dirt under her with deliberate care. She then took the cloak and fastened it closed in the front, and then graciously accepted the bobbets from Kolo, completely ignoring the growling stranger behind her. "Thank you, miss. Blessings of the sands upon you." Ryio bowed her head slightly, and a single bead of blood dripped off of her forehead and onto her outstretched arm. Ryio touched her wrist to her forehead and sighed- it was bleeding, for sure, though not too bad. "Sorry. Miss Kolo- thank you. Again." She then stepped aside from the stall and turned back towards the street, placing two of the three bobbets away into her bag. To the stranger, she simply arched one eyebrow while chewing down hard on the stale bobbet.

[User]
Paric noticed their mistake just after he saw Ayer react the the animal. He needed to get his eyes checked... He had seen Myti before, but this was quite sad, if he was being honest with himself. Perhaps the two just wanted to have an encounter free journey for awhile while they rested up. Then again, it wouldn't be an adventure if they did not run into trouble.

 He let Ayer do most of the talking, raising his eyebrows in surprise when Ayer so quickly showed the Myti Wax Jury. Then again, given a good reason, the Myti probably would guide them. Not much else to do out in the middle of no where, surrounded by monsters of all sizes. It was obvious that they would need help, though. He was a drunk with little experience, and little alcohol, and his friend was a nerd who wasn't keen of violence. Their chances were slim, given caravans, for all their metallic might, sometimes got completely wiped out. They weren't even trained soldiers.

 His gaze had left the Myti to scan the tall trees. Until, of course, Ayer threw a compliment that probably would not sit well with the Myti. The poor thing was obviously bitter that they had mistaked it for a monkey. He grimaced, mouthing a soundless "sorry" to the Myti. This was probably how all of Ayer's problems originally started. He probably unknowingly said something dumb to a high ranking Nillium commander.

[Assistant]
Gybol raises an eyebrow at the reaction and remains his guarded sort of posture. The way the man reacted threw him off. He was expecting perhaps something more...two faced? He wasn't sure and it was something that he was going to have to mull over a bit later. He regards Richard carefully. As the man offered what he did, he grows a bit of a neutral expression and leans back into his seat

"Look, you came in and tried to throw your weight around. The girl you tried to faint is off getting a guard because you attempted to do harm. Yes, harm. Regardless of what you think it is, you attempted without her consent and not entirely in the interest of her well being. I do not have a good reason to trust you. If you can give me a good reason to do so, I'll consider what else you'd be willing to offer. And you can promise all you want, but given the way you reacted and how much my trinket means to you, I also cannot think of a perfect world where you would be able to keep that promise, so choose your words carefully."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Cat)

Weapon:

The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.

Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.

Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.

Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.

Colour: Sunrise orange  (Colourcode: F02100)

Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords

Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"

[User]
Outside the Dragon's Den

The overconfident Antaeus crossed his arms and stood at a relaxed stance, reveling in Mokuren's 'compliments' as his massive ego was unable to see through her sarcasm. That's why he was completely off-guard when she lunged at him in an attack. The large bouncer knew he was too heavy to dodge out of the way in time, so he quickly reached behind his back and grabbed his weapon: a trident. The weapon, still in mid-transformation, clashed with Mokuren's sword. Antaeus deflected the strike enough to prevent it from cleaving him in half, but he was unable to prevent the sword from embedding itself into his side. "I shall drink from your skull!" he shouted in pain. The bouncer may have been 'immortal,' but he still felt pain. Lifting his now complete trident, he raised it above his head and stabbed downward at the huntress-in-training.

Inside the Dragon's Den

The students who were able to make it to the backroom now found themselves in a long hallway. There were several doors in the hallway, but all lead to mostly empty rooms. There was one exception though, a large metal door at the far end. Next to the door was a keypad to unlock it, but the code was currently unknown to the team. The sound of footsteps began to sound from the other side of the door that the students had entered from. The three teens had two options: hide in at least one of empty rooms and wait for the man coming toward them to pass or attack the man and interrogate him for the way inside of the safe-like door.

[Assistant]
Jack Orpheus | Back Area

"Well, this has to be it... Right?", Jack muttered to himself, looking at the large metal door. Fortunately he didn't seem to run into any guards, so no one knew he was back here except his team. As he took a few steps towards the metal door, he heard it lurch as it appeared to be opening. He wanted to maintain the whole stealth thing, not to mention he wouldn't be able to open it anyway, there appeared to be a keypad, and a code was required to open the door, so he instead decided to hide in one of the empty side rooms and wait and listen. He kept one hand ready on one of his daggers, and stood behind the wall next to the door, so even if they walked in, they wouldn't see him immediately and he would have a chance of an advantageous action.

[User]
Mokuren Sabella

This guy, was dumb. So dumb, in fact, that he didn't seem to understand Sarcasm. But, Mokuren had to admit, she was slightly impressed at the way he had drawn his Trident - and the uniqueness of the weapon amused her as well - in time to deflect her sword. It wasn't a total deflection, and Sarasagi managed to take a bit more of his blood from a rather nasty cut in his side. She wondered if he had to obey the rules of blood loss, and was inclined to agree, considering he still felt pain. But then he finished his trident and moved to stab her with it. The strangest thing happened then. Mokuren seemed to slightly maneuver herself so that her head was in the Trident's path, and then use her Semblance to reflect the blow. Then, she would pull out her blade and hope that a trident in the face was enough distraction to slip her sword into his crotch, and vertically bisect him, the sharp edge of Sarasagi ensuring she cut through flesh and bone until it cleanly popped out of the top of his skull.

"Drinking from a person's skull is horribly inefficient. It pours out of their eye sockets whenever you try to fill it up for more than a mouthful" she told the bouncer.

[Assistant]
Gren Orchid

Taking note of everything the boy said, Gren also noticed that Skiro was sending messages through his SCROLL. Gren forgot to report back to Sapphire. Oh well, he'll give her a quick update on what he knows, and what he was going to do, a little bit later. First it seemed like Shiro was able to convince the boy to take him further inside the laboratory. With nothing to hide behind Gren had to make his appearance but only after the boy had entered the building. This way Shiro could plainly see him, not that Gren was ever too great at stealth. It was hard enough just to make his footsteps quiet let alone stay out of sight. Either way Gren followed Shiro inside, but a few paces away as to not alert the young bear fauna's of his presence.

Gren didn't go anywhere that Shiro didn't, and seeing that he wasn't fighting for his life Gren took the moment to send a message to Sapphire.

From:
To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro,
Subject: Let's try to be subtle

Body: "As Kuhaku said, I'm tailing behind him and the bear faunas. I'll see if I can't do something about the security cameras, so try not to wreck them. We should try not to leave a trail."

Of course right as he said that Shiro had just gone and ripped a camera out from the wall. Sighing, Gren sent his message and followed after. He caught up with Shiro and grabbed him by the shoulders to stop him. "Let's try some subtly. Let me handle cameras and security. We don't want to cause any unnecessary stress by acting hasty, yeah?" This was Gren's first attempt to remind Shiro of the event that transpired just a short while ago. If it really mattered to him, Gren hoped that he would take some time to consider what his actions did, reflect on it, and try to do something about it... Though that was a lot to do in a few minutes. So just some coaxing for now. The training can be done later.

Letting Shiro go to follow the bear faunas Gren went to the now destroyed camera. Shiro didn't leave him much to work with but Gren had everything he needed anyways. Blocking the immediate view with his massive frame Gren took off the gauntlet on one of his hands, revealing his dull green hand. Which than revealed to have a removable compartment on the wrists, and inside contained a multitude of wires and, tubes, and mildly luminescence glowing bits. He pulled some choice wires out from his wrists and grabbed what few wires he could get a hold of from the wall. The tip of the wire from his wrists began to change shape to accommodate the new wires that were being fed into it. Now he just needed to do a bit of "reprogramming". Normally impossible to do from just the wire feed from a camera... But Gren wasn't doing things normally, so after a few minutes he was able to get most of the cameras around the facility to go on a loop. He was certain here were some cameras that were still functioning normally, but that was due to the fact that they were connected to the same system the other cameras were. It seemed like there were more security systems elsewhere in this facility, which meant there was some need to have a double-layer security system instead of just one. He also managed to pull some of the footage since the security's past boot up. There was a lot to filter through, but he just put the videos on double speed and watched from on the visor of his helmet.

Putting his gauntlet back on Gren sent his findings to the others.

From:
To: Sapphire Rode, Abel Fulgurate, Kuhaku Shiro,
Subject: Security Feed

Body: "I've dealt with the cameras. Most of them around the main building should no longer be an issue now. However I've detected another security station with their own cameras that I couldn't reach. I suspect what we need to find would be around there. I also managed to get the security feed from today. Review it on your own time.

Attachments:Security01.mpg, Security02.mpg, Security03.mpg, Security04.mpg, Security05.mpg, Security06.mpg, Security07.mpg, ..."

The videos weren't high quality but that wasn't Gren's fault. The facility was using some old stuff. Sending his text to the others Gren than took to the ceiling and continued to try to be stealthy.

Escort Mission

About fifteen minutes into the trip and there was talk on the radio.

"Slow down fellas. Looks like we might have to take a detour."

Ahead of the front truck one of the quarts crystals seem to have fallen over and blocked most of the road. This caused everyone to tense up. If there was any place for an ambush to happen, it was here. Team MODA would have about five minutes to get ahead of the trucks and clear the crystals out if they didn't want the trucks to stop moving. All the while, things were still quiet. There were sounds of wildlife in the distance, but it was rather silent near the trucks. Almost too silent...

The quartz crystal blocking the path was about the size of a medium sized tree (four meters in length, average diameter of a meter maybe smaller, weight likely well over a thousand kg likely a tonne) but fortunately broken into three pieces already instead of one whole piece. If two of the three pieces were removed, the trucks could squeeze on through. Additionally simple observation would be able to deduce this much: There were truck tracks going past the fallen quartz, suggestion that this is a fairly recent development, and there's no obvious signs that this massive crystallized object was dragged here. Rather, it looked like it was formed along the side of the road and simply fell. There is, however, many small ant-sized holes inside the quartz. And unlike most of the others quarts crystals scattered about the area, this quartz was almost pitch black. There were some, but they were located further away and were much smaller than the more white quartz.

Patrol Mission

At the ComShops, business was bustling, but otherwise peaceful. People packed the streets browsing, purchasing, or hawking various technological hardware for "Great deals". Most of it were computers and computers accessories. The only real trouble was how aggressive some of these merchants were; neither Ebon nor Skyra could go more than ten feet without someone coming up to them and trying to get them to look at their goods or taking a brochure. And while they were easy enough to fend off, the two would be approached by at least fifteen before something interesting happened.

Walking through the ComShops district was a rather colorful group of girls. Unlike most regular customers, the merchants gave this group a lot of space. And it seemed like Skyra's and Ebon's appearance caught the attention of one of the girls with two small anchors attached to a chain, which she wore as a sort of belt. This girl detached herself from her friends and came over to the two. "Oi. I've never seen your faces around here before. I bet yer with Beacon, aren't you?" While her question was innocent enough, it was rather obvious that she was putting on an air of intimidation.

The Red Asphalt district, unlike the ComShops, were much quieter. While there were cars driving the streets, they were going at a modest speed and for mundane reasons. Still Krystanthe and Sephira would get to see and pass by many different types of cars and vehicles, some tuned for the purpose of racing, others that just looked gaudy as hell and with the purpose of being flashy and bright. The more they explored the stranger the Red Asphalt district was, turning from "Street Racing district" to "Rice Rockets and Itashas". And if the cars were strange enough, the people working on them were.

This this group of young men who approached the two girls. While they had the air of being troublemakers and playboys, their... Appearance may make others question just how legitimate their success was. The leader, the one openly showing his... "Chest hair" and wearing sunglasses, approached to flirt. "Hello cuties, I'd never though I'd see works of art like you in a place like this. Here for some modeling? I'm sure you two could show these dweebs around here what a real girl is like, right guys?" The other two young men spoke in agreement as they stood by the side of the presumed leader. "Say, why don't we go get some tea and talk? We'd love to get to know you ladies more."

The cat on his chest meowed cutely at Krystanthe and Sephira, reaching out with it's paw as if asking to play with them.


[System]
Height:
5'4''

Weight:
Roughly 120 lbs, slightly muscular build

Occupation:
Bounty Hunter/Mercenary

Race:
Half Nord/Half Redguard/Werewolf

Class:
Archer

Gender:
Female

Age:
27

Attitude:
Cold, taciturn, and a woman of only a few words, Tarja isn't much when it comes to speaking, or smiling for that matter. Rather she mostly communicates through stern glares and harsh body motions. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty (or bloody) and has an absolute hatred for the Stormcloaks. For her, there is only one thrill, and that is the thrill of the hunt, but when it comes to matters other than hunting, Tarja enjoys to be out and about in nature, as it is where she feels most tranquil, whether it is traversing the high, jagged rocks of The Reach or taking a peaceful dip in the sparkling crystal waters of Lake Ilinalta. Tarja is also a bit more fond of women rather than men, though either man or woman, she finds it hard to trust others and mostly prefers to work alone.

Clothing:
Her attire is mostly a mix of Ancient Nord and Forsworn armor known as the Armor of the Huntress. She even has a hood that she wears when she is out hunting.

Weapons:
A Dragonbone Bow with Forsworn Arrows, a Forsworn War Axe, and a Steel Dagger. She also carries various poisons to coat her arrows and her blades with, all made by herself

Interesting facts/Bio:
Born in Markarth to a Nord silver smith and his Redguard wife after the Stormcloaks took the Reach, the woman was originally under the family name Cathis, and was being raised to craft beautiful silver jewelry just like her father. Over the years, her family accumulated such wealth in their trade and was among the most astute of merchants in Markarth, despite being under the thumb of the Silverblood family, making a name for themselves. Yet tragedy was soon to strike one horrible evening as the family traveled together, husband, wife, and their young child Tarja, from Markarth and through the treacherous terrain of the Reach, on their way to Solitude to trade silver and jewelry. Their wagon was attacked and seized by a band of savages known as the Forsworn. Her father tried to stop them and save his family, but in a matter of seconds the man was skewered with arrows. Tarja was even forced to watch as her mother was descended on by the savages and torn to pieces. All that was left...was her. She tried to run but was soon caught and about to have her throat slit, until the men were stopped by their chieftain, an intimdating Breton woman named Aeryn Eaglethorn.

Aeryn was a fearsome Forsworn, having earned the title Eaglethorn for her deadly skill in archery. She could pin a moth to a tree from nearly leagues away and when it came to hunting her targets, she was downright ruthless in her pursual.Chief Aeryn ordered her Forsworn not to harm the girl, but nevertheless Tarja was taken prisoner, the Forsworn believing that since her family was prominent in Markarth, they would receive a generous ransom for her. They chained Tarja to a post outside the camp leaving her out in the cold without any food, and for years they abused her phsyically and verbally, yet it was only the men and a few women who engaged in such vile behavior towards her.

The chieftain would have none of it, it seemed. A few months later while the rest of the camp slept and Tarja lied awake in pain during the night, the chieftain unlatched her from the post and brought the girl to her tent. As she tended to Tarja's wounds and fed her, Aeryn spoke of how she was in the same situation long ago, and how she disapproved of Tarja's treatment by her Forsworn, but decided to let them continue....because she was testing Tarja's strength and her resolve. She spoke of how impressed she was the girl stayed strong, even through months of rigorous torture, and that despite she wasn't a Breton, she had what it took to be a Forsworn. The girl held anger though for the woman killing her family, but nevertheless she decided to become a Forsworn...to survive longer.

A few weeks after that night, the woman came to her again releasing her from her bounds. She told Tarja that they were going hunting and that she wanted Tarja to join them, despite what the others thought of the girl. It was there upon the jagged, tall rocks of the Reach that Tarja made her first kill, a lowly mountain goat. Eventually, she began hunting more often with the chieftain and her tribe, becoming more and more skillful with a bow every day, until she too was a formidable archer, just as the woman who trained her. She had even gone with them on raids of nearby villages and killed her fair share of people. Soon she began to lose touch with her old self, shedding away the doughy exterior of a rich, snobby debutante of Markarth and truly becoming....a child of the Reach. The other Forsworn began to accept her as part of the tribe and to the chieftain she became a valuable ally and a close companion, perhaps...even more...as there was talk among the tribe of the chieftain taking the girl to her tent each night. The Forsworn also taught Tarja other valuable skills, such as alchemy and close combat. Soon, Tarja had no desire at all to return to Markarth. She was happy with the Forsworn, the tribe had become her family, and the chieftain Aeryn....the woman she loved dearly. But...this happiness of hers would not last.

On the night of the anniversary of King Madanach's rebellion, the Forsworn celebrated with a feast under the light of the moon, but their festivities were met with bloodshed as during the feast, the tribe was ambushed by a batallion of Stormcloaks sent to wipe out their camp. Many fought and many died, leaving only Chief Aeryn and Tarja alive. Tarja, though terrified her clan had been slaughtered, she tried to fight back, but Aeryn stood before her. Suddenly, the woman changed, her bones cracking and her limbs stretching, her body contorting into some mosntrous shape. Her fingers became sharp, vicious claws and her skin was covered in a thick black fur. Tarja couldn't believe her eyes. The woman...Aeryn...she was a werewolf! The werewolf's claws tore through the Stormcloak's ranks, limbs flying, blood spraying all over the place with horrible screams of agony. Tarja, as much death she had seen with the Forsworn, she couldn't even bare the sight of her beloved ripping apart men piece by piece, yet as horrible as it was, she couldn't look away, frozen with eyes wide as Masser above. Not only would she witness the slaughter of the Stormcloaks by Aeryn's hand, but she would also bare witness to....the woman's death.

In her gory and violent frenzy, the werewolf was run through with a silver sword and wrenched back with a blood curdling howl of pain. She fell to the ground, trembling in such agony, trying her damndest to pull the wretched blade from her gut, but it was too late. The silver charred her flesh and boiled her blood with such a horrific heat. With her last breath, the chieftan called Tarja to her. Tarja fell to her knees by the woman's side, still in her beastly form, and sobbed into her chest as she felt the woman slowly fading into the distance. It was then, she gave one final request......drink her blood. Tarja did so....and as the woman died in her arms, she wrenched her head to the sky and cried out, her cry...turning into a howl. Soon, by the light of Masser falling upon her, she became the very beast Aeryn was, wolf blood now ran through her veins.

She stormed off into the night with only one goal in mind, and soon that goal was met. The Stormcloak Camp in the Reach, by morning, nothing would be left of it...but nearly a hundred rotting, mutilated carcasses left strewn about their blood spattered tents and bedrolls. And it didn't just stop there. Soon, Tarja was seeking out all Stormcloak Camps across Skyrim, either leaving them bloody massacres after her werewolf form took over or picking off troops one by one with her deadly bow. Her savage deeds however didn't go unnoticed.

After returning from another night of bloodshed, Tarja, now a woman in her mid twenties, rested beside Lake Ilinalta. Twas there, she was met by a ghostly apparition, taking the form of a majestic white stag. Tarja drew her arrow to the ethereal beast, but instead of flee...it spoke to her in a male voice. This was the voice of the Hunter, the Daedric Lord Hircine.

Hircine was impressed with Tarja's ruthlessness and her keen hunting skills. He offered to make her his champion and give her power like no other, but at a cost. Tarja, being wolf-blood now, her soul would belong to Hircine, and when she died, she, like many, would become part of the hunt. Nevertheless, Tarja swore fealty to Hircine and was sent on her first task, kill another werewolf named Hrothi. Hrothi was a bandit chief, who led a gang of vagrants in Hjalmarch, he was also once a champion of Hircine as well, but abused his power for his own gain.

It wasn't long, Tarja tracked Hrothi and his miscreants to a cavern in Hjalmarch. The lesser humans she easily picked off from the shadows with her bow, but Hrothi proved much of a challenge. Taking on his wolf form, he engaged the woman in a fearsome brawl, which ended with Tarja ripping his head off and carving the skin from his flesh as offering to Hircine. Twas from this skin Hircine made for her armor, cristening it the Armor of the Huntress. By wearing it, Tarja became an even deadlier foe. Her skills became sharpened. She could draw an arrow faster than before, her stamina and her speed increased and another effect...it allowed her the ability to transform whenever she felt, no longer needing the light of a full moon to provoke her.

Now Tarja uses the power of Hircine to hunt and kill across Skyrim, taking whatever job she can find, mostly bounties out on the heads of notorious bandit leaders, but still her devotion lies with her Lord....and of course....to Aeryn, as she now carries the woman's title of Eaglethorn to honor the chieftain's memory.

Other: To Oblivion with your damn cheese and your Wabbajacks! HAIL THE STAG PRINCE!! HAIL THE HUNT!!

[User]
Murkan decided that after so much of the Breton's droning, he would at least numb the pain. He came to the point that he don't care if his employer is robbed or killed. "Breton, be silent. You talk much like imperial women.." His eyes trailed off to notice the young Imperial talking to the hardened Nord. He tried to listen into the conversation, curiosity may kill the pig-man. The young lady seemed familiar. Every time he chased the thought, it evaded him somehow.

Murkan gave a slight frown when the lady started to cry. The Breton mocked him for it. "Orc has feelings? I thought you lot were into killing and whats nots?" Something inside of Murkan snapped, maybe it was Malacath defending his own, maybe he was just sick of the Breton being a dimwit. The brute put one hand around the Breton's neck and squeezed. The Breton kicked, gasping for breath, the stool was knocked over. The Merchant was slowly lifted in the air. "Murkan is not pig. Murkan is not monster." He finally let go before the Breton passed. The Man crumbled to the ground, clinging his throat, gasping for air. The Mer sat down, looking straight ahead at something that didn't exist.

[Assistant]
Asuma had a face of Horror, watching the gigantic Green giant smash the Mage, HES on the trustable-people list!?, She wasn't used to people fighting, but this was obviously what it was like, what it was like when the Soldiers found her village, this is what probably happened to her father

More thoughts went through Asumas mind, Her eyes were glued to the Orc beating up the person, however, a feel of release had came to her as the giant let the man live, But it still lingered in her mind.


[System]
Chosen by the gods to weild magic, the mages are fully human although none believe that. Magic is a fickle thing, typically if one parent is a mage there is no gauruntee that their children would be as well. Magic can show itself multiple times in a single generation or it may take a hundred years to show back up in the bloodlines. Families that advertise themselves as a strong line of mages usually aren't blood related.

As a trade off for great skills in magic all mages have some degree of disability. This may range to having only one arm or leg, deafness, muteness or blindness to missing an organ (never the heart, lungs or brain). Sometimes mages may have multiple disabilities although it is quite rare.

Mages run the risk of dying young if they are pushed beyond their limits. They must keep their emotions under check at all times or they may loose concentration on spells and have them backfire or in cases of extreme emotion like rage or sadness, they can get out of control.

WIP

This is the main kingdom of the humans. It is located along a coast, giving Danycia a great fishing economy. A majority of Danycia lies inland where it extends to the farthest boarders of the smallest human kingdoms. For generations the ruling family of Danycia has brought prosperity to their people, currently only three kings have been tyrants and almost all of them have died early.

Within this world magic is linked directly to the life force. It can kill you if you use too much magic at once or if you run out of it.

All living things possess magic and can be trained to use it. Mages are special beings who have a larger quantity of magic (and life force) and learning to use magic comes easier to them. Mages usually show signs of magical abilities as children through simple means like levitating objects of themselves, accidentally setting fires and things like that.

There are schools for teaching magic although they have been regulated to be only for the higher classes.

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The other mages soon joined Ser'deni in their places behind the king. There were ten in total, counting her. Most of them were men although there were a few men who wore their hair long and held feminine faces. Ser'deni had been raised alongside the nine other mages and knew them all quite well. Six of them were blind; some wore cloth over their eyes while some did not. A man was missing a leg and leaned heavily on a carved walking stick. Another was mute although his physical appearance bore no indication. And one could not hear or talk.

The mages held no loyalty towards each other despite being brought up and raised with the others. They were bonded by their use of magic and their disabilities and nothing more.

For this occasion they were handed heavy black cloaks that hid their faces and disabilities from the eyes of the would-be knights. The mages were not only here for the safety of the King and his son, they were also here to participate in the choosing of the knights. All mages were skilled in many areas of magic but each held their own strength in one area.

"This is going to be fun." A man off to the right of Ser'deni said, he was standing directly behind the Prince.

"Inaris...keep your voice down." Another scolded the man.

Inaris made a sound of displeasure before falling into silence.

Triver wanted to talk to the mages behind him but the arrival of the knight candidates took his attention. They all seemed so young, although Triver wasn't old by any means. As a young man of only twenty years, he still had a lot to learn and see. Triver, his father, the mages and a few nobles sat on a raised platform covered with a richly decorated canopy of blue and gold.

He wondered if any of the candidates knew what was in store for them. The Prince had pestered Ser'deni and the others for information about their roles in all of this. "Our job is to break the weak from the strong. We will use our skills as mages to ensure that only the strongest are chosen." Those words left a chill that ran down his spine. Triver had never seen the mages in action before but he had heard stories of the generals who were given a mage as part of their army; they always told tales of the brutality of their magic. The mages were what helped win more land for Danycia and they were what kept the people under his father's thumb.

Triver would be lying if he said that he didn't hold some fear of the black-clad figures behind him.

The King watched the candidates with a dark gaze; he was uninterested in having new knights. He mostly wanted to see them bend and break under his mages so that all would know his power. The King was a twisted man who enjoyed the look of pain on others. His wife and son were the only ones exempt from his cruelty; his son would carry on his legacy as a ruthless ruler and his wife would remain obedient and serve as a link to further his influence in her native kingdom.

The Prince beside him had always been disgusted with the way that his father took such pleasure in the pain and terror of others. He was not close to his father; the man was nothing more than one he had to deal with in order to survive. Rumors floated around that his father had murdered his own brother to gain the throne. Triver didn't doubt those rumors although he should have defended his father. He should have tried to protect his father's reputation as a "grand and fine" king but he found that he could not. Triver wanted to change things within the kingdom. He wanted to live in a world of peace but with his father alive, that could never be possible.

The King waited for the start of the tests to be announced. He would not give those commoners the experience of hearing his voice. He was better than they were, as he was chosen by the gods to rule them.

The man that had given the candidates their instructions stood tall in front of the nervous looking potential knights, but under the king. "Let the trials begin!"

One after the other had stepped in front of the King and read out loud from one of the classic Danycian books that detailed the adventures of a hero before they were given their riddle. One man, almost immediately after he started reading, grasped his head and screamed in agony as his body crumpled to the floor. Triver knew without looking behind him what had happened. His stomach turned and it brought little comfort that he did not know which mage had turned the man into a pile of helpless and hurting flesh.

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Daryn looked around the room, taking in each and every face. The mages lined up behind the king and his son, faces covered by the black cloaks they wore. Seeing them sent a chill up her spine. Daryn didn't like magic. When her father's business had begun to fail, he had went to a local mage and asked him to help us. For more money than they had to spare, the mage did, but all the fish they caught, though plenty, were spoiled. Daelyn said that the mage was a fake, improperly trained. But when she looked at the mages, Daryn still felt a little sick to her stomach. Their mother used to read them stories of the mages parts in the war; both knew what they could do. As curious as she was to their part here, she felt mostly fear.

Daelyn wanted the first man go up, stepping just a few feet above the crowd. The way they were lined up, Daryn would be next. He could see her face twisting, worry lines between her brows. He understood her fear. He listened to the words of the man, lost in the story he read. Then, the man started screaming. He dropped the book- mistake number one- and held his head in his hands. He fell to the floor, and Daelyn moved to help him stand. Daryn caught his arm, her eyes wide. It hurt him to see the man in pain, lying in a broken pile in the floor. When he stopped screaming, the room was silent. No one moved, and Daelyn shook violently. Daryn released his arm, and he moved forward, picking the shaking, unconscious man up off the floor. He was covered in his own urine; his face was whiter than a sheet. Daelyn carried the man to the door and leaned him against the wall, only to return to the scene.

One down. Nine to go.

Daryn stared at the book now in her hands. The knight in charge told her to turn to a certain page. She didn't shake, didn't falter. Her words were clear, her voice nice. Their mother had taught them to read a long time ago; the lessons hadn't faded. The image of the man raced through her head, a fault of the mages. It couldn't be proved, but she knew. When she was almost finished, the pain began at the back of her head. It was like someone held a torch up to the nape of her neck, a fire spreading through her skull. She closed her eyes, but she didn't scream. An anger built up in her, towards everyone in the room, and it fueled her resistance. Nothing could stop the pain, though, and she was blinded by it. Unable to stand, she fell to her knees, felt hands on her shoulders, but she didn't scream. Clutching the book tight against her chest, she spoke to her brother behind her,

"Get back in line, I'm okay."

He did, and the pain stopped. It went as quickly as it came. Daryn opened her eyes and let out a long breath. She was dizzy, but she stood, finishing her part and then answering her riddle. It gave her pride to know she passed, even though she felt like fainting. Daelyn touched her cheek, and she couldn't even smile at him. Instead, she stood behind the line, waiting for this whole ordeal to be over.

Daelyn stepped up, holding the book. He flipped the page and read, just like his sister. He didn't know what was coming, and his hands shook violently. His voice remained steady, but his eyes kept darting up to the mages. Wondering what he would need to endure for their sick pleasure. Or was it the king's pleasure? Either way, Daelyn didn't like the group of people on stage. He made it through the entire piece and was given his riddle. That's when the voices came. They were loud, echoing voices. It didn't hurt, no, it was just distracting. He couldn't think, found himself searching around the room violently for lips to read, to figure out what was going on. In his haste, he turned towards Daryn, who had her brows furrowed in that way that she did, but she was repeating his riddle over and over again. He couldn't hear her, and the headache was building from the white noise. Finally, he screamed out the answer, clutching both ears and then handed the book to the knight and went to stand by Daryn. The voices left him, and he could hear clearly again.

He found Daryn's hand, and they stood like that, both of them panting, both feeling extremely proud of the other one. In the time that passed, they lost two more people, leaving a group of eight, seven boys and one girl. But every face was already exhausted, mentally strained from the first trial.


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Age: 23

Magic: Tatsumi has a natural proficiency for Darkness magic, the dangerous nature of the skill perfectly fitting his reckless nature. Despite the risks he relies heavily upon his magic in combat.

Weapon: It is perhaps a stroke of irony, or typecasting, that the first weapon Tatsumi received upon arriving in the World of Wasted Dreams was a katana. He wields the sword as his primary weapon, favoring it greatly over other weapons. When forced to attack from a range Tatsumi does not rely upon conventional weaponry, instead turning to the somewhat dubious magic he wields. Besides his skill with the katana Tatsumi is a skilled martial artist, noted as a practitioner of Muay Thai and Kendo.

Bio: I remember something... it feels so long ago. It's like another life... The Shinai made a harsh thunk as they repeatedly crashed against each other. I can hear that sound so clearly, but everything else feels distant. He knew that the match that happened there was what mattered most to him. Everything else was pointless. Yes... that's what matters. The opponent. The dojo. Nothing else. I remember... wanting a life like that. A life of adventure, where I fought seemingly insurmountable foes... but I won. The thunks sped up, blows of increasing fury meeting each other. But one simple slip up, and it was over. There was no protective gear, was there? Why? After that, everything was fuzzy.

He remembered the blinding white lights of the hospital. Being propelled down the hallway on the gurney. The thumping, throbbing, all-consuming pain in his head. And the blood. The blood was everywhere.

And then Tatsumi woke up. That must've been a dream, nothing about that made sense... Tatsumi wasn't sure where he was, but it felt right. He knew he belonged here.

Personality: Tatsumi is perhaps first noted by those he meets for his sheer amicability. He's very friendly and outgoing, and meets strangers with an unusual eagerness to make friends. He's a natural when it comes to getting along with people, and is bound to make new friends in every locale he visits. He has what could be defined as a 'hero complex', wishing to be seen by those around him as someone strong, someone to admire. He's a paragon of morality, a shameless goody-two-shoes. He's incredibly helpful, willing to lend a hand to those in need, notably a sucker for the 'damsel in distress' stereotype, oft going out of his way to save the girl.

Tatsumi's negative features come in the form of his cocksureness. He's dangerously confident, reckless, and ridiculously cocky. Naturally, this combined with his wont to be a hero leads him to crave adventure and danger. Despite his somewhat 'goofy' attitude Tatsumi is surprisingly bright, perceptive, and calculating. When approaching an enemy clearly out of his league he always endeavors to have a plan to beat the insurmountable odds.

Underneath Tatsumi's shell of cheerfulness even he seems to harbor some sadness: Perhaps some lingering resentment from his time in the world before that of Wasted Dreams...

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Tatsumi rallied as their attacks started to wear down the Monolith. Alright! This hunting stuff is kind of fun! He thought to himself, a grin making itself clear on his face. He felt in his element. At first the Monolith appeared to be failing, We beat it already?! So quickly? But Tatsumi was proven incorrect as a stony hand clutched for support against the ravine. The earth shook as the massive creature recovered. Now it was on the offensive! It shot lava from it's mouth like a cannon, and the ravine was rapidly getting a whole lot less roomy as it began to fill with the molten rock. We better close this up quick before that stuff gets too high, or we'll be roasted alive!

The lava attack was quickly wasn't all. Massive rocks began to fly towards the hunters. Not only that, they were really flying directly towards them, assumingly propelled by magic. Gotta get a move on if I don't want to get crushed! A trio of boulders were moving right for the happy-go-lucky hunter. The first was the easiest, Tatsumi diving to the right, going into a roll and barely moving out of the way before the rock crashed against the ground. By the time he recovered the second boulder was already almost upon him. He didn't have time to dive again so instead he pushed himself off the ground and deftly leaped above the attack. The final one was really homing in on him, looking to catch him in the air. There's no way I can dodge! For a moment he panicked, but he took a deep breath, realizing he had to keep calm if he wanted to survive. His shadow sword was still in hand, so he had a chance! He extended the blade, bringing it down on the stone and cleaving it in two. As he landed on the ground he thought to himself, Wow, that was too close!

Tatsumi took a moment to rest, finding himself out of breath after his acrobatics. His attention was taken by a man who seemed to be a completely unfamiliar hunter. Tatsumi realized that he came in earlier, when they were attacking the Monolith. He attacked the monster with two massive swords, and then greeted their apathetic vixen companion. He must be another vet! I can't wait to see him in action! Tatsumi watched him eagerly. He dodged the boulders effortlessly, all while handling his two unwieldy weapons. Two greatswords?! He must be strong! Tatsumi was in awe as he threw one of his heavy swords into the air like it weighed nothing. He then rushed forward and snatched it from it's fall, using the momentum for his attack. Amazing! He's way cooler than Akemi, and seems a lot more lively! I wonder if he'll teach me moves like that?! The coordination and strength an attack like that must take! Is this the power of a veteran hunter?! Tatsumi was, to say the least, highly entertained by the new hunter's skills. He eyed the slovenly fox-girl. I wonder if she's that strong when she's trying?

Tatsumi steeled himself. He was getting pumped up. He couldn't sit on the sidelines when a guy like this was here! The monolith was only down one arm from his attack, after all! He readied his shadow sword, and rushed towards the lava monster. I've gotta pull out some cool move too! Tatsumi thought to himself excitedly. As he closed the distance between himself and the monster he formulated his plan. I'll make sure to impress even Akemi! He grinned to himself. The monolith was in front of him Let's go! He used the shadows below him, using the magic that he was rapidly growing accustomed to, and perhaps dependent on. He formed a 'springboard' of sorts, bounding off the shadows and pushing himself upwards. Soon enough he was above the beast. He raised his dark sword, the length of it rapidly expanding. "I'm gonna cut you in two!" Tatsumi cried out excitedly. He brought the shadowy sword down.

He didn't exactly cut it in two. In fact, he only barely clipped it. Tatsumi highly underestimated how unwieldy a sword as long as the one he had made would be. Damn! Everyone saw that, didn't they? He thought to himself as he was rapidly falling towards the ground. He made contact with the stony surface of the ravine, using shadows to cushion his fall. And that was almost cool!

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Sinthe saw the new hunter appear wielding two great swords, his first thought of the guy was that his fighting style was clunky and slow since he's wielding a two big swords, he appeared and attacked the monolith with Akemi, when the monolith began trying to attack Sinthe, the tall white haired guy dove out the way of the creature's attack, he then got back to his feet and began moving away from the creature's attacks, he then noticed the creature was bring up magma from the ground.

He sighed seeing the creature's attack and began to climb up the side of the ravine to stay off the ground, then that's when the monster began to shake the ravine to bring rocks down on them, Sinthe groaned as he hugged the wall as rocks began to rain down on them, Sinthe made sure none of the rocks came down on him, as he put his back to the wall and looked up to see a large rock heading towards him, he dodged the rock by jumping to another point on the wall and looking at the others, he stayed out of the fighting again knowing his fist weren't fire proof.

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Here it is:

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Akemi turned turned to look when someone called her name in rather loud way. The only one who could be this flamboyant was obviously Alto, which was proven right once he came crashing down on the monolith with a dynamic entry, while wielding his trademark zweihanders.

"Not bad, but I've seen better" the vixen replied taking a shot at his pride, butb surprisingly not maliciously "Anyway, this thing is what they call the Monolith, though I never seen before. The important is to know that to kill it, we have to target its weakspot" she pointed to the monster's chest.

A couple minutes later...

Well if the fight wasn't being easy, almost depressingly so, Akemi thought as the Monolith's joints creaked and it fell, using the walls of the ravine to support its massive body. However, it was about to change when lava began to spew from the creature's neck and rocks flew in their direction.

Avoiding the fiery death was easy, all that Akemi had to do was stay away from the lava and she would be ok, though it was easier said than done, since it keept pilling on with every passing second. The rocks would prove more of a challenge, but Akemi had a plan that to actually use her brain in this fight, unlike those fools who fought driven by their lower heads.

Instead of dodging the first boulder to fly towards her, the vixen waited until it was too late for that and jumped on it, using rock as a stepping stone to jump even higher, bounding off of the second stone's path and landing at the small of the walking volcano. As the third and last stone came homing in a her, Akemi steeled herself and gritted her teeth waiting for the very last moment to side step off of its path and let it crash on the monster's back, splitting the nigh unbreakable as easily as an egg shell.

Or so she thought, as at exactly that moment Alto split the giant's arm making it lose its already precarious balance and the boulder only grazed it's left flank, cracking the armor, but not splitting it like Akemi planned to. Not only that, but Tatsumi literally came down on her wit a shadow sword large enough to cleave the Monolith in one hit, but missed the attack completely and fell on the ground. "That idiot, when will he listen?" Akemi clicked her tongue, extremely displeased with Tatsumi's ignorance and bullheadedness.

After jumping off of the giant's back, Akemi landed in front of the place where Tatsumi stood, lowered her hood and walked to him with her fangs bared in an angry scowl, before yelling "What's your problem, you fucking idiot? Why do all of you newbies act like you knew everything and never listen to what I say?" Her voice like that of a raging demon, which in a sense was true, but still it looked like Akemi was truly worried about Tatsumi.

"If you do not believe me, why don't you take a look at you own shadow, then?" In fact, if Tatsumi did, he would notice that his shadow was distorted and seemed to be kind of alive, which is the first of many signs that he was abusing shadow magic a little too much. "Also, I doubt you'll be able to sleep for a couple days because of the nightmares, so I hope you like to stay awake."

With that said, she turned back to the fight, but not before closing in even more and licking Tatsumi's ear before saying in her typical provocative voice "If you want to impress me so much do it on another place..."

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"She's right actually, next time you sleep you might actually die." Alto said, appearing behind Akemi. He poked the new guy's gigantic darkness sword, and unexpectedly, his finger went in it. He felt a prick, and his finger came out with a little darkness fish on it. "Yeah, you're definitely going to die, so hold off for a bit."

He shook it off and turned back to face the Monolith. Then he turned back around again.

"Actually, how do we kill this thing?" He said to Akemi. He'd never seen this beast before or anything similar so he really had no idea. He was assuming they had to smash up its molten core, but his Zweihanders were going to melt before that happened.