[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine)
Specialty: Medical
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Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools.
Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.

[User]
Adrian awkwardly walked around his room wishing he had a list to check off. He scanned his room and in his head he thought "clothes, check... the end." He had payed the Mighty Light a visit earlier only to discover it was completely empty. So he went back to his room and then did, well absolutely nothing. Until he fell asleep.

"Aww what time is it?" Adrian sleepily asked. He glanced at his clock and assuming it would be early, immediately turned to go back to bed. But wait did he see that right? "I'm late!" Adrian screamed as he popped out of bed. He sprinted over to the docking bay only and almost fell into the Mighty Light only to discover an already sick looking Hero and an excited Aura just sitting there. "Well I guess I'm not gonna get the worm, but since when was I an early bird." Adrian mentioned trying to pretend he wasn't out of breath.

[Assistant]
After everyone had gotten themselves seated inside the ship, Aura made the last few checks of the engines and thrusters before setting aside his clipboard and shifting himself up into the pilot seat, spreading his hands out across the dashboard. "Buckle up, everybody," he called back, before inputting the co-ordinates for the planet of Gameia, within the Corath sector... At least, that's what the captain had told him anyway. I cannot be blamed for getting lost. Not entirely anyway.

Engaging the thrusters and activating the drive sequence, Aura turned his chair around to check that all the passengers were ready, giving them two thumbs up before spinning back around. When the warp drive had heated up and was revved to go, he began pressing the various buttons, sealing the doors closed and slowly lifting the Mighty Light off the ground. With one push of the throttle, he flew the ship straight out the hangar doors, aligning towards the chosen destination before engaging warp speed, feeling the ship surge forward with incredible velocity.

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"Ugh!" Adrian felt like someone just sucker punched him right in the gut. Well someone kind of did, Aura just made a sudden stop. "Alright I can see why you like doing barrel rolls, but random stopping, now your just trying to get to throw up." Adrian said while almost vomiting everywhere mid sentence. "Well you won't have to worry about anymore because we're here." Aura said arrogantly. Adrian would punch him except he was still very wobbly and he didn't feel like giving that jerky wall an uppercut again.

Adrian looked out the window saw absolutely nothing except space and then decided he was going to punch Aura, even though his legs felt like the jelly he "borrowed" from the ship's cafeteria. Except when he got onto the pilots deck he saw it. A giant planet that looked like it was in no danger whatsoever. "If this is another mission where we have to get someone's cyborg cat out of a tree, that cat is gonna lose a few parts." Adrian angrily as he stared at Hero remembering the urgent mission he sent him on last month.

[Assistant]
Hero tried his best to remain calm, but it just wasn't possible, at least with Aura at the wheel. Hero never liked it when Aura drove, the bored but amazing pilot always did a few extra unnecessary things along the way. If it weren't for the weak sedative in his system, Hero might have actually passed out from anxiety, and vomited along way. He looked over at Adrian who was fairing as well as Hero was. He smiled slightly, thankful to know that he wasn't the only one suffering from the flight. The shipped came to a slow halt, and Hero watched as Adrian got up and went to the pilot room. Knowing Aura, Hero didn't risk unbuckling. The seat belt was the only thing keeping Hero from heave-hoing all over the cargo section. He just hoped that they would be landing soon.

 As he sat there, he looked out the window and saw the planet that loomed before them. It looked peaceful and calm, but Hero hoped somewhat that the signal was true. He didn't want to get down there to only find that everything was destroyed and that all the villagers would be dead. A small clink on the outside of the ship interrupted Hero's thoughts. Looking through the other window on the ship, Hero could see something in the distance. Curious to get a better view, he risked un-buckling himself to get closer to the window. Another small clink outside the ship. His eyes widened when he saw what was coming. He turned around and shouted to Aura, "Meteor Shower! 6 o'clock!"

[User]
Aura was about to glare at Adrian for bursting into his pilot room uninvited, but was interrupted when he heard the cry from Hero about the impending meteor shower. Oh boy... Looking at his radar, he saw the shower quickly headed straight for the ship. Gesturing for Adrian to run back to his seat, he swiftly took the controls, pushing on the throttle and zooming the ship down towards the planet. As the meteor shower quickly engulfed them, Aura cursed under his breath as he began making every manoeuvre he could, descending to the planet surface fast.

As he broke the atmosphere, narrowly escaping the meteor shower, Aura's eyes went wide at the sight of the planet up close. What at first appeared to be peaceful and calm, became suddenly rocky and jagged, with nary a landing spot in sight; and the Mighty Light wasn't slowing down. "Buckle up guys," Aura cried to the others, as he did his best to pull up, keeping an eye out for a landing spot. Unfortunately, he didn't pull up fast enough, as he felt the ship surge forward after scraping across the top of a large jagged rock poking up from the surface. Quickly losing control, Aura steadied as best as he could, until the ship eventually landed with a crash at the bottom of a steep, rocky mountain. "Sorry!"

[Assistant] "Uuuhhhh, what happened." Adrian moaned as he woke up to a sharp pain in his head. Maybe trying to fight the person that had your life in their hands was not a good idea. Adrian sat up and looked around realizing they either must've had to crash land in the middle of the mountains due to the meteor shower, or Aura really wanted to make him and Hero throw up on each other. Adrian scanned the mountains for a village or a sign of a struggle but he saw nothing. This planet must be a little more natural than he expected. Adrian had always looked to Hero for guidance since he was who brought him onto the team after Adrian stole some medical marijuana for his friends. Plus Hero looked like he knew what to do right now so Adrian obediently waited for orders.

[User]
Hero managed to almost get his seatbelt on before Aura tried to start avoiding the meteors. Of all the times that he took his seatbelt off, (Adrian too) became a nightmare for him. Already, Aura started emergency maneuvers which threw Hero and Adrian around like rag-dolls. Of course they bumped into eacother a few times, and at one point Adrian's head made solid contact with the metal frame on Hero's body. Hero wasn't surprised to see Adrian out could from a hit like that. As soon as they entered the atmosphere though, the gravity suddenly got stronger and Hero along with Adrian (Mid-air) got slammed onto the floor of the ship. Hero was so close to losing his meal, but he desperately fought it. Eventually, they made it to land, among the mountains, in a smoking crater.

 Hero eventually got up, he didn't know how long he was down, but he didn't care. He could hear Aura in the pilot room apologizing. Hero didn't care, at least they were alive, but where were they now? He looked around, mountains on all sides, it seemed that Aura managed to land in a valley. He looked around, there was, what seemed like a lake and odd looking vegetation a few hundred feet off, however, Hero quickly turned his attention to Adrian. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watch Adrian slowly get up and walk around. That alone solved most of his worries about possible damage, and concussion (his biggest fear at the moment) was off the list. Once they had all gotten out of the ship Hero could tell that the other 2 were looking at him. Waiting. Waiting for what? He wondered, then it dawned on him. It seemed that both Adrian and Aura were awaiting orders. Hero scratched his head, he suddenly felt nervous. How could this be, why did they look to him for guidance? He was a teenage boy still. He let out another sigh knowing that he couldn't change their minds so he went along with it. "Adrian, I need you to go to the vegetated area over there and bring back some of the liquid and plants over there. Bring back as many different plants as you can, and wear gloves while doing it." Hero knew that plants made great medicine and healthy sources of food, but he also knew that plants had some of the most dangerous poisons known in the universe. He then looked at Aura, "Aura, do a check on the ship and see if communications are still up. I'll look for our provisions and supplies."

[Assistant]
Adrian wondered where their other crew member,(Giza) was while he gathered plants. She was on the ship when they left except she disappeared when they crash landed. He tried to focus on collecting the plants when he noticed a strange metallic looking plant he'd never seen before. Adrian definitely didn't know plants properties and exactly what each plant is like Hero, except Adrian has seen a good number of planets and he's never noticed a metal looking plant before. He looked at the plants he gathered and decided he didn't have a good number of plants but he did have enough so he went back to the ship so he could ask Hero about the metallic plant.

It was a good thing Adrian had left when he did, since he hadn't realized how far he'd travelled and he got back right before nightfall. It looked like Aura was still working hard on the ship just like when Adrian left except Hero was just standing there staring at the plant Adrian had found. Hero explained to Adrian that it was a manmade material made of metal, plant fibers, and a nexus core. Apparently they were very rare and had many different uses.

Adrian laid awake on his bed playing with the plant he had found. "What did Hero call it oh yea Newood." The Newood suddenly turned back to the flat form it was in when he found it. "So it reacts to commands" Adrian wondered out loud."Turn into Aura. It turned into a little girl."Perfect, I think we're gonna get along just fine." Adrian said admiring the humor of the Newood.

[User]
Aura watched in horror as the two passengers slowly got to their feet, scratching his head as he waited for them to steady themselves and get their bearings. Waiting patiently, he pretty much already knew what he was going to do when he got out of his chair, but Aura had the common courtesy to wait for someone to at least give him orders first. But no matter what they say, my baby comes first. He was relieved to hear the Hero wanted him to check on the ship anyway, and so he hopped out from his chair and rushed out the open door.

As he meticulously went over every inch of the ship, summing up the damage, he couldn't help but feel undermanned without Giza helping him with repairs. Releasing a light sigh, he put that thought in the back of his mind as he got back to work. "Damn meteor showers, ruining my day..." As he worked well into the night, seemingly tuning out everyone else as he worked, he began to inspect the surrounding landscape to calm his mind, admiring the beauty of the jagged, mountainous region they had landed in.

[Assistant]
Hero continued to rummage through the wreckage of supplies in the cargo section of the ship. The crash landing had sent everything flying and many containers had open, their contents littering the space. Rummaging around he found some of the survival supplies and the gun chest. entering the code, the chest opened with a slight beeping sound. Inside were 5 Photon Rifles, 6 Phase pistols, a few nexus grenades, and land to space satellite launcher. Closing the chest back up, he grabbed the 250 lbs chest and with the help of his robotic inserts, lifted the chest fairly easily over his head and walked out with the weapons. Once he had set them outside, he went back to the cargo bay to find the survival equipment. As he continued rummaging through, he eventually found it the crate labeled survival and took that massive crate out of the craft as well. Once he had set it on the ground he opened it and pulled out a fairly large grey cube. Finding an appropriate flat space he placed it on the ground, typed in the code and stepped back. The cube opened up and began release its contents. After a few minutes, a small but sturdy and air-conditioned/heated hut stood before them. Hero loved technology in all its glory.
 He continued to go back through the cargo bay, and he rounded up all the ration packs and water cells. Little did he know, but night had fallen and he didn't even notice, that was until Adrian came back with a strange metallic plant. Classifying it a Newood, he left Adrian to his own designs and began to experiment on the various plant articles that Adrian had brought back. Some were useful for food, others for painkilling, there was 1 he couldn't figure out so he just let it be. Once he had finished Hero finally felt the day's work catch up with him. After eating an uneventful dinner, he crashed on hi bed and fell asleep.
 Once it was morning, Hero woke up and prepared for the day. He stepped outside only to find that it was raining. He grumbled slightly and woke the others up. Once everyone was up, he opened the weapons chest revealing its contents. Upon hearing Aura's report on the ship, the comm system was down and the ability to fly was out of the question. Looking at the satellite launcher Hero asked Aura to make a mini 2-way comm unit to attach to the satellite so that they would be able to communicate with Nova HQ. He asked Adrian to do a perimeter check with him to make sure that there wasn't any nearby danger.


[System]
Irina Berstal"Delivering mail certainly has its benefits. You get to meet all kinds of people and their dogs."

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Vɪᴛᴀʟs

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A G E
Twenty One

B I R T H D A Y
Fall, Day Four

G E N D E R
Female

O C C U P A T I O N
Postmaster

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Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

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P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S
Adventurous, Bubbly, Credulous, Diligent, and Naive

F A V O R I T E S E A S O N
Spring

F A V O R I T E C O L O R
Blue

F A V O R I T E F O O D
French Toast

L I K E S
Board Games, Flowers, Journalism, Stamp Collecting, and Women (although closeted)

D I S L I K E S
Ducks, Pranks, Rain, Sour Food, and Tobacco

D O Y O U B E L I E V E I N M A G I C ?
Like most of Root River, Irina believes in the supernatural surrounding the village, although she has yet to see it in person. Most of her belief stems from her grandmother's bed time stories from when she was a child, but there is a part of Irina that is genuinely curious towards the aspect of magic.

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Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴs

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F A M I L Y M E M B E R S
Irina is an only child born to Landon and Amelia Berstal—both names someone might know depending how long they have been in Root River. Though her parents moved to the city for "greener pastures", the post office was placed in Irina's care, who uses the profits to support her grandmother, Charlene, and her cousin, Ophelia, who was recently dumped onto Irina in hopes that she might learn something from her cousin's work habits.

A N I M A L F R I E N D S
Irina owns three carrier pigeons gifted by her grandmother, who trained them for long distance correspondence if regular mail isn't enough. Their names are Moe, Larry and Curly—each named after a character from some old show Irina's grandmother frequently listened too on the radio.

H O M E L I F E
The Root River Post Office (the RRPO, or PO for short), and also the Berstal place of residence, lies directly across the path from the Mayor's home. Given that Root River is a small village, only the smaller offshoot of the building is used as the post office, where separate desks for ingoing or outgoing mail can be found. The rest of the building is exists as a three bedroom home where Irina, her cousin, and their grandmother live.

S T O R Y
For most of Irina's life, life has been rather simple. Her parents, and her grandparents before them, had ran the local post office, where Irina was left to her own devices (which often meant socializing with the post office's patrons). Recently, however, life had taken a change from the normality Irina was used to. Roughly a year ago, Irina's parents moved into the city (her mother had felt homesick), leaving the post office in their daughter's care. Then, there had been the letters from BigCo, as well her aunt and uncle dumping her cousin on her, hoping that she might learn a thing or two from Irina's hardworking nature.

As for what Irina knows, the coming seasons are certain to be rough and hard, but it's the journey, not the destination, that matters, right?

[User]
Location: Abernova General Store

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"Of course, this is exactly how I want to start my morning. Thank you, Mr. Mayor." Luna muttered as her long, frayed pink hair covered a good portion of her face as she pushed the phone in her hands back into its place on her nightstand. Her tone was sarcastic and monotone, but the Mayor didn't seem to care all that much as he ended the phone call in a huff.

Luna didn't even think if he had been paying attention he would've realized that Luna wasn't being genuine in her thanks. Then again, who would be genuine being woken up to that? Certainly not Luna Abernova.

The young adult groaned in discontent as she moved her eyes to the window that overlooked the village. Despite the Mayor being her wake-up call, she couldn't exactly roll over and go back to sleep. Not that Luna particularly cared about inconveniencing anyone came to the store looking for supplies, but at the end of the day (and start of the morning) she was a professional--just like her grandfather had been. Her grandfather's saying of "an Abernova is never unprepared" still rung true for Luna even though she hated everything about the village she lived in. But before she got the store in order and opened the doors she would need a shower and a coffee.

It's five o'clock somewhere.

When her morning regimen was done and over with she would go over the shipment manifest from the city before ensuring everything was perfectly organized. For a short time, it seemed she was "allowed" to relax behind the register, a coffee cup firmly placed in her hand alongside her breakfast, a fruit-based assortment of crepes with only butter for a topping and toast with bacon on the side. She got to enjoy the benefit of no human interaction for most of her breakfast as the only sound present being that of the jazz record she had put on to help her focus on working. It was blissful in a way and for a little bit, she didn't have to bother with thinking about what to present the mayor later on in the evening.

Until she got her first few customers of the day, that is. Fortunately for Luna they didn't really want to talk and had other business to attend to; a sentiment Luna definitely appreciated given her particular disposition and preferences. When both customers left she took to her plate of now empty food and returned it to the backroom where she disposed of the plate and silverware in a utility sink for the time being.

It didn't take her long to move back to the register where she went through, her manifest, customer orders, and her own personal scrapbook where she jotted down her own idle thoughts from time to time. A few days ago it was some morbid poetry about the village. A week prior to that it was the first draft of a musical composition. One of the hobbies she liked to do when she found the time was centered around music, not that anyone in the town was really aware of it. Much like her fondness for cooking, she didn't exactly want the town clamoring for her to perform for them. That would be the worst torture she could ever imagine.

She sighed and quietly mused a thought relating to what she had just scribed.

A few revisions and I'll be happy with it. Maybe.

She poured herself another coffee, the whiskey bottle underneath the counter soon finding itself poured into the cup. Luna didn't have a drinking problem. She had a drinking solution. So far, it was a good morning.

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[Assistant]
ɪ ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ
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Location: Lot 1 -- Ana Moore's Home

Date: Spring, Day 1

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Another spring; another year.

The post office may have been closed for the holiday, yet even then, Irina struggled at breaking her routine of waking up at the break of dawn. A part of Irina wished she was more like her sleepyhead cousin, but alas, given today was New Year's Day, there was still things to do and places to see. In fact, Irina had been meaning to visit the village newcomer mainly to introduce herself since they would certainly see each other rather often in the coming days.

They were why Irina had been busy toiling away in the kitchen, baking one of her grandmother's famous pies so that whoever this newcomer was, they wouldn't arrive to the picnic empty handed, provided that Eugene hadn't informed them of the event. If he had, then, a pie was always a perfect welcoming gift, too.

Knocking on the door to the household, Irina took a step back and waited for a response. She hoped her early morning visit wasn't much of a bother, but by the time it took to cook and the walk here, it was likely that they were already up and listening to whatever wacky message Eugene had left for everyone this time. Even someone like Irina was at a loss as to how someone could be so energetic and chipper so early in the morning.

"Hello? Anyone home?" Irina called out, idly waiting. "My name is Irina; Eugene might've told you about me. I figured that since we'll probably be seeing each other a lot, I should stop by and introduce myself. I have pie, too!"

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[User]
Location: Home Sweet Home!

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Ana was tired, and it was for the dumbest reason.

Like, she knew it was dumb, especially since her dad - notorious for not double, not triple, but quadruple checking locks and windows - had given every door- and window-lock the Moore seal of approval - the highest of approvals, let me tell you. Despite that reassurance, she still kept waking up in the middle of the night, a hundred percent convinced someone broke into the house. She kept getting up, lamp in hand, ready to whack the absolute shit out of whoever was in the house with her- except, you know, there wasn't anyone else. It was just her and her dumb anxious brain being... Well, anxious and dumb.

Ana huffed for probably the millionth time that morning as she looked through the fridge, then through the cabinets and cupboards. They were.. very much not full. In fact, the only thing she had for food was a box of those cheap, super-sugary breakfast bars that she was a hundred percent sure she didn't pack. She smiled, letting out a softer little sigh.

"Thanks, dad."

She opened the cardboard box, and then that secondary crinkly aluminum-foil-y skin to get to the peanut-butter-chocolate-chip.. meat..? Ew, that analogy went very wrong very quickly. But she consumed nonetheless. Not as good as a hot breakfast, but better than no breakfast-!

Knock knock knock.

"Daaaddy," Ana called as she continued to crunch on the breakfast bar, "Someone's at the-"

Wait.

She swallowed as her brain caught up with her mouth just said. She was alone, which meant she had no dad to save her from her worst fear- Answering the door. Like, ok, she knew that answering the door wasn't that bad - she's actually done it a couple times - but there was always that horrible nagging feeling that she'll answer the door and then just get scooped up and never seen again. So.. Who was it at her door? Were they trustworthy? She tensed- like, ok, maybe if she just stays very still, they'll go away-?

"Hello? Anyone home?"

It was a girl's voice, probably around her age - or they just sounded very young. Or maybe it was a kid with a very adult voice. Either way, it made Ana relax. If this lady had bad intentions, Ana could totally fight her off- Unless her voice was deceptively sweet? Like for all she knew, this girl could be jacked.

"My name is Irina," the voice continued, "Eugene might've told you about me."

Ana was pretty sure she hadn't even met a Eugene yet, but.. Ok, at least they're not trying to barge in or something. That was good. Maybe she could let her guard down-

"I figured that since we'll probably be seeing each other a lot, I should stop by and introduce myself. I have pie, too!"

Pie? Oh hell yeah. She scarfs down the rest of the breakfast bar, placing the trash in the bin before she went over to the door, completely confident in this person's good intentions. Like, would a bad person bring her pie? Yeah, uh, didn't think so-

And as quick as the confidence came, it evaporated when Ana saw Irina's face. She was.. to put it simply, pretty. Like, really pretty. Stupid pretty- no, not stupid, cause Ana was the one that felt stupid right now. Irina's light brown hair was all tied back and her eyes were a really pretty blue-ish green shade, and- Oh jeez Ana felt stupid. Words were completely escaping her in the moment- her first visitor just had to be a pretty girl, didn't it? This is torture- Oh no, and now Irina is staring at her and expecting her to say something. Say something! Anything! Oh God, anything to make Irina stop staring at her stupid dumb face!

Ana quickly leaned against the doorframe, trying and failing to look totally cool, unbothered, and suave as she stuck up not one, but two finger guns. "Wassuh?"

Ana almost immediately she regret her decision.

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[Assistant]
ɪ ʀ ɪ ɴ ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʟ
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Location: Lot 1 -- Ana Moore's Home

Date: Spring, Day 1

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Irina simply blinked, staring back at the woman with a blank, perhaps confused face. Was this some new gesture that the kids were doing, or maybe some city gesture she hadn't heard of? It didn't help that the woman also seemed dumbstruck, too.

"Uhm, well," Irina spoke, trying to think of a way to not make the conversation any more awkward than it already was. Perhaps the pie could be a starting point. "I'm sure you already heard me, but I'm Irina—the local postmaster around these parts. I thought to stop by since we'll likely be seeing each other pretty often in the next few weeks, and so that you wouldn't be thinking I was trying to break into your house or something in the morning."

Okay, that was a dumb thing to say. Knowing Irina's luck, the woman probably thought she was a maniac by now, but who knows, maybe it was a jest that she'd find funny.

"Anyway, I made a pie for you. It's one of my grandmother's famous recipes." Irina explained, lifting away the cloth covering the apple pie in her hands. "I figured that since you were new to the town, you might not have anything for the picnic Eugene invites everyone to on the first of Spring, but if you already had something planned for the event.... then, a pie never hurts as a 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift, right?"


[System]
The list of franchises currently owned by players [REAL LIFE FRANCHISES]: [Note, a player may only claim 5, after that you can trade, sell, etc to get more franchises, depending on how many sales and good reviews a franchise gets, it may be worth two franchises or more! Basically a franchise worth more than others, this is all player-based.

**NOTE you MUST follow these regulations for real life franchises and games based off of others!**

1. The more original a game is (and not belonging to a real life franchise) the higher the score it gets, do NOT Carbon Copy the name or the details, change it up a bit, Plot, different items, etc will make the difference.

2. Be CREATIVE! A follow-up of Rule #1. Make up your own stuff, the main thing about reserving real life franchises is the Gameplay it keeps and the theme of it perhaps.

3. You may NOT create a game of someone else's/unclaimed franchise (co-developing is allowed, don't worry) but you can keep the gameplay of it, if you change it up a bit.

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**GDTRP Session 1 List**
The list of franchises currently owned by players [REAL LIFE FRANCHISES]: [Note, a player may only claim 5, after that you can trade, sell, etc to get more franchises, depending on how many sales and good reviews a franchise gets, it may be worth two franchises or more! Basically a franchise worth more than others, this is all player-based!

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DiamondBlizzard's Franchises: Assassin's Creed, Touhou, Super Smash Bros, Street Fighter

SimYouLater's Franchises: Sonic, SimCity, The Sims/GTA, Trainz, Spore/Star Citizen

Brink_'s Franchises: Anno, Bioshock, Grand Theft Auto, Infamous, Portal

TheDookieNut's Franchises: Pokemon, Tekken, Resident Evil, The Last of Us

Durandal's Franchises: Civilization, Age of Empires, Mount & Blade, Fable

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The list of franchises owned by NPCs: N/A

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**Non-claimed Franchises**

Command & Conquer:

Crusader Kings:

Europa Universalis:

Fallout:

Call of Duty:

Civilization:

Faster Than Light:

Kirby:

Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri:

Spore:

The Sims/MySims:

LEGO:

Professor Layton:

Super Mario Bros:

Legend of Zelda:

Megaman:

Doom:

Metroid:

Ace Attorney:

Crash Bandicoot:

Mortal Kombat:

Prince of Persia:

EarthBound:

Chivalry:

Metal Gear Solid:

Fire Emblem:

Soul Calibur:

Raze:

Supreme Commander:

Left 4 Dead:

Monster Hunter:

[User]
Draconic Studios
Q2 Spring, 1992
Mascots: Ako Yakami (Gensokyo)
HQs: Atlanta, Georgia (US/CA)
$36,500,000 (was $40,450,000)
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 Fatal Fighters released!

Fatal Fighters - Nobunaga Oda's Theme

 Draconic Studios presents.....
Fatal Fighters
Genre: Action
Topic: Fighting, Japanese Mythology, Sengoku Era Japan
Audience: MT(16+)
Price: $50
Regions: North America, Oceania, EU, UK/IE, Japan
Languages: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Portugese, Greek, German, Dutch, Icelandic, Gaelic, Italian, Serbian
Platform: PC
Difficulty: 10-15 due to changing difficulties

Features

-Beautiful 16-bit Graphics
-Stereo Sound
-Unlike Duels of Honor, this game has no quarter circle turns and needs button combinations!
-Six Attack Buttons, 1 Special Button (stronger), 1 Secondary Special Button (weaker), and 1 Block Button (or walk backwards). As well as Arrow Keys for movement
-Change your Controls!
-Inspired by Japanese Mythology!
-Play as famous historical characters from Sengoku era Japan such as Kotaro Fuma or Nobunaga Oda!
-12 different characters: Isaac, Lucifer, Juggernaut, Silver, Talia, Naomi, Jin, Yoshika, Hanzo Hattori, Kotaro Fuma, Nobunaga Oda, and Shino Shizunima! (Isaac, Juggernaut, Silver, Talia, Naomi, Hanzo, and Kotaro are already unlocked, unlock the other five!)
-Five different modes to play! Arcade, Story, Practice, Survival, and Versus!
-Story Mode is 8 hours long!
-Save in Story Mode
-Beautiful Hand drawn backgrounds
-Epic combat scenes
-Difficulty Settings: Easy, Normal, Hard, Harder and Hardest!
-There are COUNTLESS numbers of combos for each character, each character has at least twelve combos.
-Simple voice-overs, grunts, yells, and screams.
-Multiplayer! Play against another friend!

 Plot

In the Sengoku era of Japan, right after Nobunaga Oda's death, supernatural things have been occuring that are unexplainable by anyone. Rumours of Kappa, Youkai, Oni, and even the Demon King himself has been seen walking around the graveyards. A few of the Ninja from the Warring States period have gone off to investigate, including Kotaro Fuma and Hanzo Hattori; everyone but them two came back dead for they witnessed the Demon King himself back from the dead, as well as a man with dark angel wings. It has become clear that the Demon King must be stopped for he may control an army of Oni to conquer all of Japan, there are others, some on the far-away land of China and here in the mother land where there are fighters willing to fight off the Demon King and try to save Japan from being conquered. What will happen? Will the Demon King and this dark angel winged man conquer all of Japan? It seems that the forces of Heaven and Hell are to cross paths, there is something more going on besides the conquest of Japan.....who is this...Isaac?

S Rank
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-Nobunaga Oda
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A Rank
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-Lucifer

-Isaac

-Shino Shizunima
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B Rank
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-Hanzo Hattori

-Kotaro Fuma

-Naomi

-Silver
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C Rank
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-Jin

-Talia

-Juggernaut

-Yoshika
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D Rank
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N/A

-$1,500,000 Publishing costs.

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Draconic Studios has recently announced an upcoming TV Short for Fatal Fighters, it will show all of the character's lives before the events of Fatal Fighters. Actors have been given a decent script and they themselves have some experience. Special effects are promised to be great

-$2,500,000 TV Short (+25% Money Boost)

[Note: TV shorts do not need seperate sales or anything and count as NORMAL merchandise, if anything, it will probably generate a random event, more of a chance than other merchandise.]

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 Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper released!

Gensokyo - Hiela's Theme - An Ice Fairy's Strength!

Gensokyo - Fuega's Theme - The Eternal Scorching Fairy

 Draconic Studios presents....
 Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper
Genre: Action
Topic: Bullet Hell/Danmaku, Japanese Mythology, High Fantasy
Audience: E11+
Price: $6,000
Regions: North America, Oceania, EU, UK/IE, Japan
Languages: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Portugese, Greek, German, Dutch, Icelandic, Gaelic, Italian, Serbian
Platform: PC
Difficulty: Locked Difficulty is at 16.5

Features

-Beautiful 16-bit Graphics
-Stereo sound
-Pick between two characters to play as now! Hiela or Fuega! (Hiela has a bit more range but less power, ice danmaku. Fuega has little range but a lot of power, fire danmaku)
-2 People can play head to head! The winner is the person who doesn't lose all their lives or has the highest score!
-Bombing Mechanics! Hiela's Spell Card - Ice Sign: Fairy Blizzard (outspread of Ice Danmaku, decent damage, good stage clearing) Fuega's Spell Card - Fire Sign: Volcano Cyclone (A cylcone-like "laser" of fire sent at the opponent, emanating from Fuega, lots of power, less stage clearing)
-Three Endings! 1 Good, 1 Bad, 1 Perfect (Don't lose more than two lives in the whole run)
-Six tough stages to play through!
-Freezing and Melting system!
-Beautiful hand drawn backgrounds
-Suicide Bombing Mechanics!

 Plot

After Hiela befriended Fuega (the only fire she trusts, anything else will make her cry out of fear) and defeated the Dark Angel, just like the Witch did. She found that fairies were being killed and not returning back to life, like all fairies should. It was clear that the cowardly cat, Feca, was stealing the souls of fairies as to use them in gambling matches, she and Fuega have to to try and avenge their comrades (and enemies) and stop the cat! Though, them being fairies they aren't too powerful, and thus have to resort for a certain Witch and/or Shrine Maiden to stop the cat. They are on their hunt as to find them as well as to try and thin down the numbers for them; which explains why there are little to no fairies in their paths. (In Gensokyo II, Fairies only appear in Stage 2) Hiela and Fuega will secretly follow the Witch and the Shrine Maiden as to make sure they are not interrupted by any other of Feca's minions.

 Freezing and Melting Mechanics

A mechanic returning from Gensokyo: Fairy Stopper, Fuega and Hiela can fill up their strongest bars up to 500%, it starts at 200%, either of them can melt or freeze the bullets on screen for 100% of their strongest bar. However, Hiela can not freeze Fire danmaku bullets and Hiela can not melt Water danmaku bullets. (But remember, Hiela is the REAL Strongest fairy!) The meter can be increased by collecting Frozen Frogs (+25%) or Flaming Berries (+25%) it depends on who you choose! They aren't rare but they aren't common!

-$1,500,000 Publishing costs

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"We're awfully close guys, it seems that the Dragon System COULD become a reality." Alex said, leaning back on his seat with his feet on the table. He was holding a conference with his cheifs of development, also known as his friends.

"But here's the thing, Gensokyo has recieved enough notice so now we HAVE to choose a mascot to represent Draconic Studios....though I'm torn between Hiela and Ako." Alex said once more.

"I personally think Rei Ibuki should be the mascot." Michael said, everyone looking over at him. "Hey, I like her."

"Ice Fairies are stupid, go for Ako." Josh said, whom was looked at by Alex with the evil eye.

"I think Ako should be our mascot, as she is the protagonist of the 'main' Gensokyo games, not Hiela, though she is quite popular..." Shane said.

Sawyer nodded, agreeing with Shane. Alex looked over his friends before nodding in agreement with Sawyer and Shane.

"Well then, Ako Yakami shall be our mascot, representing the Gensokyo series! I just hope Hiela can forgive me." He said with a small smile.

"Here's the thing though, we're concentrating a LOT on the Draco's Gems, so she should be our SECOND mascot." Shane said.

"Yes, but the Draco's Gems hasen't achieved enough popularity yet, though it's growing....for now she HAS to be our first and only mascot." Josh said.

"Even then, we don't know if she'll be our primary or secondary mascot. Oh well, we have time to figure it out." Michael said.

 Ako Yakami is now Draconic Studios' mascot! She hails from the Gensokyo franchise! (1/3)

First Mascot: Ako Yakami
Second Mascot: ---
Third Mascot: ---

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[You will have to pay $50m as a custom controller counts as a Game Peripheral under Merchandise.]

[Assistant]
Pixel Power magazine
Q2 1992

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Fatal Fighters - 9.25
Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper - 9.5*

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POP CULTURE EVENT!
Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper contains child murder?
"After Hiela befriended Fuega (the only fire she trusts, anything else will make her cry out of fear) and defeated the Dark Angel, just like the Witch did. She found that fairies were being killed and not returning back to lives, like all fairies should. It was clear that the cowardly cat, Feca, was stealing the souls of fairies as to use them in gambling matches, she and Fuega have to to try and avenge their comrades (and enemies) and stop the cat!" ~ Title Intro, Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper

These sentences have prominent anti-gaming activist Jake Stevenson up in arms, condemning the E11+ game for condoning child murder, due to the childlike appearance of Gensokyo's "fairies".

(-25% sales for Gensokyo: Final Fairy Stopper.)


[System]
[a bit roughshod, but it is the start.]
Alias: (super)Mana
Age: 20
Birthplace: Krypton
Hometown: Honolulu
Appearance:

Costume:
He wears the blanket he was brought to earth in as a sarong, he doesn't really need a costume since he is nearly invulnerable. Most often it is worn around his waist, if a need to be formal, he wears it up over his left shoulder.
Powers:
At the moment: Flight, superhuman endurance, superhuman senses, x-ray and heat vision.
To be developed: superhuman strength/speed(mental blockage), freeze breath
Skills:
Ukulele/guitar To teach him how to live in a world of grass
Scuba diving because of his ability to hold his breath for much longer than most.
Studying agricultural business at college so he can help the farm.
Hula dance to learn to control his body, yes men hula, really well.

Brief Bio:
In hawaii, there was a volcanic eruption and no one noticed the crashing ship from outer space plow through the wrath of Pele. The two sugarcane farmers lost their home to what they thought was a lava bomb but it revealed to have a baby within its shell. The couple adopted the baby and claimed it was left/given to them by a woman from the mainland who couldn't explain a new baby while her husband had been deployed for a year.

They raised him as best they could where he grew strong and tan under the tropical sun, When his powers started to manifest, they could blame it on one thing or another in the life of living on a volcano. they put him in the boyscouts from an early age and by the time he was done with highscool, he was an eagle scout with a troop of his own. When he finished highschool, he got a scholarship to study business in Star city. Too bad life has bigger plans for him.

The scholarship was a ruse by SHIELD to willingly remove him from his family. They wold still teach him what they promised, but they had a better use for his 'talents'

[User]
With Peter and Gwen both having arrived first they got a front row seating to the showcase of all their new teammates. Course the both of them had bigger issues to fry. Namely catching up on old times as they hadn't seen one another in years. Peter talked a good bit about the program, though while he sounded proud about everything, a sudden drop in joy over the fated space station told Gwen a lot about it. She nodded in understanding, and while he wanted to know more she knew Peter enough to know prodding about these kind of things isn't good. 'Another time...' she told herself. After all if nothing else this was about the good times, not the downers.

Gwen on the other hand talked all about Oscorp, and was interested in how Peter talked about almost interning at the place. He didn't, due to a lot of reasons. The biggest thing though was everything about some of the projects he saw and Norman Osborn himself. The man just had an unsettling aura to him. Plus with some of the genetics experiments Peter made it clear he wanted no part of it. For Gwen it did explain some things. Randomly one day Henry Osborn just stopped wanting to be around Peter in general. The two got along great until suddenly they wanted nothing to do with one another. Gwen never got a reason why but now it started to make sense.

The two chit chatted some more about whatever as the rest came in, the first one being Virginia Potts. Peter and Gwen both looked over, giving a wave, head nod, and a collective "Hey." and "Sup?"

Next up was Christian Frost, Gwen got a little hot under the collar for the guy as he was quite handsome, plus she loved the British accent. Peter rolled his eyes a little with Gwen seeing it.

"So uh, no one going to ask why the drunk dude just got dragged in here?" Peter asked aloud as it seemed like Zachary Zatara went unnoticed.

Logan was an interesting sight after the other various fellow young looking people. The gruff looking tough guy caught both of their attentions and neither wanted to say anything. Even Gwen, who could bench press the guy in her sleep. Wanted nothing to do since he just looked like someone who had seen shit.

If he wasn't bad enough, Johnny Blaze just straight up scared the two as they tried very actively to stay out of his way, even scooting over a few seats to get away from him. The guy just made both of them feel fearful for their lives. "Man they've really plucked out the cream of the crop for this didn't they?" Gwen muttered to Peter who could only meekly chuckle.

Kaleolani Kona also got some of Gwen's interest. But even Peter had to admit that guy was pretty good looking.

Dick seemed like a nice enough guy, but Peter still giggled at his name as quietly as possible to himself. He couldn't help it, he has the mentality of a child. Gwen quietly smacked him upside the head to make him stop.

Neither of them really paid too much attention to Rachel when she came in, however as Aaron was last in both Peter and Gwen immediately looked over at the mention of video games. "Woo yeah!" Peter shouted with a fist pump. "I like you already!" Gwen told him with a thumbs up.

Finally came Daredevil, they knew it was Daredevil mostly because despite the whole 'Arrive in normal clothes with costume in tow'. She apparently just decided to up and show up in costume. Course if the facts about her are to be believed... maybe she just didn't read the note on a count of the lack of eyes? Although Gwen dared Peter to ask if she didn't read the memo on a count of blindness. He figured that would be a good way to get twisted and knotted up like a pretzel.

"Alright alright settle down, we don't have all year." Before Peter and Gwen could keep up the dorky act. Nick Fury had come into the room. Immediately grabbing attention from everyone as he was one to do. "Now then, my name is Nick Fury. You can call me Nick, Mr. Fury, doesn't really matter to me. All of you have been brought here for one reason and one reason only." As Nick strolled around the large table at the end of the auditorium the table lit up revealing a holographic imagery of various news footage and newspaper clippings of super powered people having committed crimes or just general destruction around the world were coming up. Different languages and scenes with various levels of horror.

"The world has suddenly started becoming a not so friendly place. People gaining power are abusing them and hurting innocent civilians. Police can only do so much, Hell my organization even with its technology and training can only handle so much. That's where each of you come in. You were handpicked because of not just your abilities but your potential and character. This is a chance for each of you to do something about each of these stories. Every single life lost, every single thing stolen, each of you can do something about it. Now to get..." Before Nick could go any further a SHIELD agent came into the room. Awkwardly looking in and knocking, immediately getting Fury's ire as he sighed irritated and rubbed his forehead. "Sir sorry to interrupt but..." "This better be important agent." Nick's glare at the agent turned however as the agent began muttering something to him, showing him some paperwork from inside a file.

"Sir our tracking searches for that weapons cache we never got, we were able to track down that they were intercepted." The agent whispered to Nick Fury. "We believe it was the work of Kingpin, right now we don't have an exact location for the weapons since they must of scrambled the signal they're suppose to put out. We have three possible locations in New York they could be in." Nick glanced down at the map then back up to the superhero team in front of him. The plan he had for the day was going to have to wait a bit but this might actually be in his best interest. "Alright, give all this to Coulson and tell him to ready up transportation, three undercover vehicles. Thank you." Fury turned back to the heroes as the SHIELD agent ran off.

"Well guess we can all just go ahead and cut straight to the chase. My agent just informed me about a recent cache of weapons that went missing. Turns out they were stolen and are now hiding somewhere in New York City. So I can go ahead and start seeing all of you in action immediately." Nick Fury had inputted into the table some information off of a small hidden away keyboard. "Now any and all weapon caches we acquire come with trackers for just such a situation. Turns out however our thieving friends knew this and scrambled them. We do now however know they're in a particular part of New York City, and in one of three locations. So with that in mind..." Nick Fury glanced around at the heroes quickly with his one eye. "Peter and Rachel, the both of you will be going to location A, Zachery and Richard, you'll both be going to location B, finally Christian and Gwen, the both of you will be going to location C. Just stay here for a moment and agent Coulson should be here to fill each of you in on the details. In the meantime Virginia, Jonathan, Logan, Aaron, Kaleolani, and Madelyn, the six of you will be going with me to our training area. I want to see just what exactly it is here I'm working with. Now then with all that settled, I'll speak to the six of you heading out later, and for the rest of you, follow me please."

As Nick Fury left the room, taking the six more powerful heroes with him. Peter after a quick moment of silence in the room piped up. "Okay so which one of you is Rachel? I mean.... and I'm just taking a shot in the dark here, but its the only other girl in the room right?" Peter asked to Gwen's chuckle.

[Assistant]
Frost
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After hearing about the situation Christian tired to wrap around his mind what was going on. He was going to be going on his first mission a few hours with someone he had never met before. In reality he knew that this was just some test to see if he was cut out for the job, but he could not understand what was so important about these weapons. He had tried to read Nick's mind but the man had a cage of steal up there and the only thing he could get was static.

Christian looked over to the girl named Gwen. He did not like to find out what he wanted by intruding on others minds, Christian thought it ruined the human experience. So he got up and went over to stand in front of the girl. "Hello I'm Christian, it's nice to meet you." Introductions were always an important thing to him, first impressions, you only get one.

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Zatara
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Zachary had been in stasis the entire time of the meet and greet. He was fuming, he always had authority issues but this was beyond that. SHIELD, had tried to ruin his life and kidnapped him, Nick had some explaining to do. Zachary listened to his whole speech and was still upset. Why did the over controlling, psychopathic maniac have to kidnap him if he just wanted to offer him a job. Nick could have just asked over the phone like any regular person, but NO!! He had to go all "Alpha-Male" and do things the hard way.

Komedy
Zachary had finally woken up at the end of his speech. He could not complain about the great nap he had just taken but still was a little upset about being put in it in the first place. His partner was some guy named Richard. Dick, he thought to him self and began laughing. He could be childish, but now was not the time, Zachary stated to look around but it is not like Nicky have them photos of their blind dates so he would have to do this the hard way. Richard! Richard! Where are you?


[System]
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Side:
Neutral
Personality:
Dean's personality is mostly a mishmash of all of his other sibling's personalities. He inherited the sarcasm, the cynicism, and egotism of his brothers. He inherited his anger, his argumentativeness, and his temper from his sisters. He inherited his loyalty from his dogs. His entire persona is a very odd mix of clashing personalities. After his life seemed to have so heavily relied on his siblings, he seems to have modeled himself after their most abundant qualities. The unfortunate result is what his personality is. He enjoys mocking and insulting others, being sarcastic, and getting people mad at him.
Biography:
Dean Finnigan was a small, impressionable child. The young boy was born into a family of three mutts, two sisters, one mother, and six brothers. The household was an unadulterated maelstrom of whirling porcelain, ripped drawings, and harsh words. The unfortunate family of children lost their father to a conduit, and their mother was seemingly too depressed and drunk to function. However, lucky enough, the family managed to get through, just barely. The three eldest brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had jobs, and were the appointed "heads" of the house. They managed to pull the family out of the rut by scrimping on the necessities of life; water, food, electricity. So, naturally, the youngest were hardly educated. As a child, Dean Finnigan was generally looked over as useless. He lacked strength or resolve, and seemed to hardly be able to do anything by himself. He even required help to make a meal. So, the boy mostly sat back while his brothers and sisters worked hard trying to survive. The unfortunate family lived in a small apartment, designed to hold a family of four, not twelve. A couple had to nap in sleeping bags on the floor, or in a repurposed kitchen cabinet.

At the age of twelve, Dean Finnigan's powers began to emerge. The first show of power he demonstrated was voice manipulation, imitating his sister after she tossed a box of tissues at him. He discovered he could mimic anyone's voice and timbre perfectly, as long as he'd heard it before. He used it regularly, insulting his brothers or sisters using another voice, and watching a fight break out. It was how he managed to survive and entertain himself during the long years at the household. Soon after, audio manipulation emerged, discovered during a shouting match with his mother. His voice had practically shuddered the house, causing bits of plaster to crumble off the walls. It was after that that his brother's didn't seem to argue with him as much. As more and more time passed, he discovered his other various powers through other situations with his family. If fine china got thrown at him, he'd shudder it with an echo blast and send It flying off course. When his brother blew an air horn in his ear, he threw a Sonar Grenade and nearly made his brother permanently deaf. It went on like this for a long while.
As time passed on, his powers seemed to gradually begin becoming more unstable, rather than more controllable. With little proper training for his power and no time spent in Curdon Cay, It seemed, unlocking his abilities' full potential was a mere pipe dream. Unfortunately, the state of the homestead seemed to also rapidly deteriorate as he aged. His mother seemed be in a horrible state, barely getting by. His older brothers, Timothy, John, and Logan, had left the house, looking to find business ventures to support the family. The two dogs had died, lowering the morale even more. The family seemed to be falling apart. As time passed, more kids began leaving, looking to find money on the country just like the older brothers. The rent was beginning to rear its ugly head. It didn't take long before the apartment of twelve became an apartment of four; his two sisters, his mother, and Dean. The boy, disheartened, didn't take too long to come to a decision. He, too, would leave the house, and return to support them. While not a smart choice in hindsight, Dean could hardly stand living there. The mere sight of it was unbearable.
So, the boy packed his bags, ready to abandon his old homestead. He left in the night, not stopping to exchange teary farewells or long goodbyes to his sisters or mother. On the way out, Dean Finnigan didn't look back. He'd return soon.
Power:
Sound Manipulation
Power-:
Sonic Boom – He discharges a loud, compressed explosion of sound by his feet, propelling him forward. It can be used in rapid succession, allowing him to scale walls, travel streets, and launch himself at high velocity.
Echo Blast - He dispels a powerful, focused shot of sound, allowing him to disorient or pain an opponent. The blast severely affects the subject's eardrums, resulting in almost immediately damaging and nauseating an enemy that comes into contact with it. The shot doesn't do much physical damage.
Sonar Grenade – He unleashes a tight, compact explosion of sound. The sound grenade can explode with force, and momentarily deaf anyone within radius of the powerful explosion. The effect tends to last from a thirty seconds to a minute, plenty of time for him to escape.
Sound Wave – He releases a wide, large spread of sound, in the shape of a wave. It has a long range, and is particularly useful when he's surrounded. It can disorient enemies within range. It can vibrate powerfully, able to practically dismantle cars.
Audio Manipulation – He can adjust the audio of his voice, ranging from a mere, tiny whisper, only possibly heard by one, or make his voice deafening, and heard across the city. In combat, by magnifying his voice by tenfold, he can near deafen enemies by shouting.
Voice Manipulation – He can adjust the timbre, pitch, and tone of his or others voice with ease. He can imitate any accent or voice perfectly. While not being very useful in combat, it's useful in mundane activities. Since mocking people is a personal favorite past time of his, he uses it whenever he's feeling sour and he needs to let loose on someone.
Other:
Dean Finnigan is an excellent singer, due to ease of controlling and pitching voice. He tends to not use that particular talent, though.

[User]
Natasha & Nova

The two stopped their tussling, with Natasha on top of Nova, the former sneaking in another sock to her brother's face before she got off of him and skipped over to Jacob, a confident smile on her face.

"Gah, what the hell Natasha? And who's this guy." Nova held on to his jaw, getting up slowly and inching back aways. He kept a collection of knives, shivs, and broken beer bottles in a cubby near by, just in case somebody ever came in and tried to mess with them.

Natasha ignored her brother, instead walking up and smacking Jacob lightly on his chest in welcome. "Hey hobo-guy, glad you could make it, I knew you couldn't stay away for long. Since your here, you must have decided to join us. Good on you, and as for our fight, that was because Nova over their is a fucking tattle-tale."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I didn't say shit, it was one of the non-conduit reapers."

"Bullshit, they'd no better then to tell on a conduit like me, I'm above them in every sense of the word. They would be too afraid of my wrath to even think of defying me."

"Why, your a tiny loud mouth who suffers from delusions of grandeur, plus you don't have any powers to make them afraid of you, except the power to be incredibly annoying." Nova scoffed, stopping his pursuit of weapons once his sister said who the intruder was. If she knew him, then that meant that he was okay. "Don't get all uppity because you managed to recruit one person, it really doesn't make that much of a difference."

"Yeah, well your face doesn't make much of a difference!"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"Your face doesn't make any sense!"

"Well at least I'm not so ugly that I have to cover it in makeup every day."

"That's it, get over here and say that to my face!"

And their they go again, locked in another brawl like Jacob wasn't even there. The wolf creature gave the man an expectant stare, as if to say 'Hey, do something about this already'.

[Assistant]
Scorn

"I'm full of surprises," Scorn answered Order ",Oh but come now you give me to much credit. I have hardly killed anyone. If you wish to know how many there was the one Syndicate agent from my lovely show, the unfortunate ones that were there the day my powers came to being, I think that was seven, and two wretched creatures that deserved their fate for what they did to her." At the mention of the murder of her first two victims her face turn to disgust and hatred for a brief second before turning back to her normal insane self.

"You see I don't kill just anyone. Far from what the news likes to say, after all that CTU agent from earlier he didn't die, I just gave him a permanent smile for getting in my way. Why murder our own when our own are the future of this world. Oh how I do enjoy the chaos I cause but most of what I do has a purpose as random it may seem. Driving out other gangs from the city was more then just getting turf, it was about establishing control and base of operations and having no one to put holds on my plans. Yes perhaps a few people were killed between the turf wars that erupted but sometimes a stick is necessary to beat out the rats, my hands were dry though in that I had bigger fish to fry and couldn't be bothered with small things the other Reapers could handle. Beating people perhaps near death primarily the other gang leaders were the only mess I got into in that matter. Even that rogue earlier needed to be stopped for the strings of my web to still be of use. Those I save for more personal matters are only the Syndicate, they deserve the death I give them for what they do to us. Tell me how you would feel if suddenly you had no powers? Your identity suddenly taken. You would want them to pay as much as I would."

Scorn turned to the edge of the roof looking at the city below her remaining silent for a brief few seconds to let her words sink in before continuing.
"Oh I do hate the normals, they let her suffer and only I helped her, I saved her but she was broken by the time I could truely save her. I create chaos out of necessity for my plans as well as much I do enjoy it. Man though, they are chaos incarnated. They deserve punishment but not like the Syndicate. No they deserve the fear I create. They will see that the time of man is ending and the time of conduits is coming. After all look at the many ancestors of man. Those that came before our gone, those inferior forms. This is just another step of that evolution." She said this more so like she was thinking aloud before returning to Order.

"Indeed I create chaos but it's to bring in the order that the rest of our kind could have. You are all about Order yet with man being on top do you think this world will ever have order. No there will never be order because man thrives and lives off the chaos that they create," she said ",This broken and shattered mind of mine has more sanity then you think. So tell me now, shall I keep going or will you turn me away like the Vanguard does, those who try to cling to a world that never will have order."

Keira

Keira was about to ask politely the man to leave who had sat down at her table but had her blood good ice cold at the mention of her sister. She had told no one about what she had learned through her digging of old Curdon Cay files. Of course she probably should of expected that some form of agency would find those files themselves but she had never expected for someone to come looking for her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," she said in an attempt to just get him to stop asking questions but she doubted it would work especially since Miguel knew her name ",I have no sister." She only wished now Eli would come in and get Miguel to leave before asking questions or worst as other thoughts came into her mind on why he was there looking for her. Perhaps being Scorn's sister made her likely up for arrest. She would rather die then return to Curdon Cay.

[User]
"I believe a tour or something was mentioned," someone murmured, and for a brief second the image of a shadow split Jacob's vision in two. It looked impatient and frustrated, talon like hands passively scratching the chin of the bloody wolf before it disappeared. It's not there- it's not real- it's not there- it's not real-, JAcob chanted mentally, glancing at the wolf which hadn't reacted to what Jacob had seen only a moment ago.

Habitually he reached up to his face and adjusted his glasses, the lenses dirty and scratched up but allowing him to see better than he could without them even if by a minimal amount. "Your uh," he began, clearing his throat before continuing, "your friend with that makes those blood wolves told me you would give me a tour or something?" he inquired, making sure he was loud enough that they should hear him.

"YoU CAN't IGNoRE mE FOREVER!" a voice screamed, causing Jacob to flinch. He was about to reach for his pills but remembered he'd taken a second one only a short while ago, it hopefully having yet to take affect. They're just mad is all. They'll get over it, he thought, hoping what he told himself was true.

[Assistant]
"Hm." Dean Finnigan observed, his interest piqued. "Scorn."

The boy had heard of her before, among some questionable conduits. A finicky, distasteful conduit, with an odd, sexual interest in shoving rail spikes up others asses. The other one was anonymous, unfortunately. She appeared to be named.. Order? Scorn and Order. It was a shame that parents nowadays refrained from naming their children normally. They were having some long, philosophical conversation on chaos and insanity. He sighed, chewing on cold eggs. It was a shame that such great powers were wasted on conduits with such an inane disinterest in fighting. A fight between shadow and light could've been so entertaining and fun. He could imagine it now; good v. evil, shadow v. light. It would be like something just out of television. He-

His train of thought was rudely interrupted by a raucous cough. He turned his heard glancing behind him. A man stood, in a flowing jacket, cascading over his shoulders. He recognized the garb. It was It bore heavy similarities to Scorn's own jacket, except less scandalous and showy. The fellow stared at him, his eyes dark, before demanding why he was eavesdropping. The man, also, apparently knew he was a conduit. That was a shame. He'd been working hard on keeping that a secret. In New York, business owners seem to tend to be somewhat reluctant to hire conduits, unfortunately. It was something about property damage, he supposed. All of that work erased by some smuck with the ability to detect conduits. He didn't bother to stand up, let alone put aside his breakfast.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone." The final word echoed, dripping with venom. It seemed almost unnaturally loud, and slightly deeper and bolder. Dean wasn't quite in the mood. "I'm trying to enjoy some breakfast here, reaper."


[System]
Age: 26

Sex: Female

Race: Were-Bear

Occupation: Vegetable Farmer

Skills: Cia is very good at her job as a farmer. She raises vegetables for the most part, with a few cows and pigs as well. Cia is a very good sales woman, and also very good at sewing. Cia's vegetables are said to be some of the best in the country.

Powers: Can turn parts of her body into that of a bear. For the most part she's in control except for the occasional bear ears popping up. Cia also has unnatural strength. She has been known to move boulders that normally take several men pushing them in order to push them.

Inventory: Basket full of vegetables and other assorted items.

History: Cia was born in the village and has lived her whole life there. However a few years back her parents disappeared entirely. No one knows where they went, and Cia rarely ever speaks about it. Ever since their disappearance Cia has worked hard to make the farm even more successful than it was before.

Point of Interest: The Farm. (She lives and works here)

[User]
Pisco having been at his desk working for some time looked at the clock and saw it was time. He stored the things on the desk away and went to another part of his house. He began loading barrels, bottles, and other miscellaneous objects to bring to the craft show. After all it would be good for business and there's nothing wrong with having an extra bit of cash in the coffers. But most it gave him something to do.

Arriving an hour ahead of the scheduled time to the grounds he began offloading all the stuff he packed. The area was bare but filled with the other merchants and craftsmen all assembling their stands. Lowering two hovering platforms with all the stuff he pack down the ground he would then assemble a small tent that would be his stand and arrange all the decorations and product. By the time he was finished the area around him looked less bare and more complete. He sat down on a folding chair and waited.

The area would promptly be filled with the chatter of people and their footsteps as they walked around from area to another and music from the musicians playing and the smell of various foodstuffs all cooking under the lazy late noon sun.

[Assistant]
Cia had made it to the festival a little late. She had to take care of one of her pigs to prepare some meat for the festival. She figured many people would be happy to buy the pork she had with her today since many of them would be running low on meat at some point. "Selling fresh meat! And your daily vegetables!" Cia yelled out to the crowd as she walked around the craft fair with her cart behind her. Cia was as happy and shining as always.

"Who want's some meat and veggies!? I know some of you must want some!" Cia said smiling to herself as one of the merchants came up to buy some of her goods. She really was a cute girl. Due to her currently being as happy as she was her bear ears were out. Some people looked at her strangely for it while others just approached her as if it made her even cuter. Cia had sold about half of her goods after the first wave of customers. After that it slowed down a bit for her.

[User]
Nila had spent most of the day exploring the village. Having never visited an outsider village, all this was quite strange for her as she wandered the streets looking for some place of lodging. At some point in the day it seemed as though the village began to prepare for some kind of festivity as decorations had begun to be put up. The clan held celebrations, of course, but nothing like this. As she thought of home, Nila remembered the night the clan celebrated its choosing of a new sage. Bonfires were lit around the encampment and her clansmen threw various sands into the fires, each turning the flames a different color. There was feasting, dancing, storytelling, and displays of magic throughout the night. Nila began to wonder and hope that these people's celebrations were as lively as her kin.

"Before I do anything, I should probably find shelter", if she had to, Nila could comfortably sleep outside but she'd hoped to blend in as best she could for the time being. Looking on her own was pointless so reluctantly the elf had to ask a villager for help. After a brief conversation, one she hadn't paid much attention to, the villager pointed Nila to the Dead Horse Inn. After thanking the man, Nila quickly headed towards the tavern, tired beyond belief she plopped herself onto a chair and placed her bag on the table. Sorting through her things she began to wonder if she had anything to cover the cost of a room. "The Heart is obviously not for sale. Maybe some furs? Perhaps I can work for my stay? This is a tavern, Nila. They've no need for hunters...if only I knew to brew", Nila dropped her head onto the table, sullen over the fact that she'd most likely be spending the night on the streets. Sleeping in the woods was fine, the village streets and alleys was another thing.

[Assistant]
A waiter came up to the elven girl who was sitting down. He said to her, "Hey there, what can I get to you?"

Pisco was waiting for more people as he sat at his stand. There was a lull and he was going to take advantage of it as he got up and went away from his stand. He just began to wander around the grounds. And he would continue to wander until he heard something rumbling. Seems someone's live stock got loose as they came running through the grounds. A handful of cattle running as a hapless boy came chasing after them.

[User]
Sarah had long since taken her bath and made it back to her house/forge, she had orders to fill. Clanging could be heard for hours on in until the crafts show drowned it out. Panting slightly she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked out of the window, "Ah..going to be late.." She sighed. Pouring water over the hot coals of the forge she made her way out of her forge to the stockroom. Pocketing a few small diamonds she had been lucky enough to happen upon she exited the building, locking the door behind her.

It was a shame she didn't have any weapons or armor to sell due to the orders she had, but she would have a few cut diamonds to sell, so that was a thing. Grabbing a tarp from the back to use as a makeshift stand she made her way to the crafts show, or tried, almost getting trampled by a herd of cattle. "What the hell?" She muttered under her breath. First chipsqueaks run rampant, now cows. She watched dumbfounded by the scene as cattle ran towards the crafts show grounds. "Oh well..not my problem." She mumbled and continued on her way.

She found a spot not inhabited by cattle trampling and laid the tarp out, placing the diamonds on said tarp. She never really had set prices, usually whatever price a person would pay that sounded fair was good to her. "Cut diamonds for sale! Price negotiable!" She shouted, or tried to shout, over the sound of 'moo' and people angry at cows. She glared at the four legged beasts, for once she hated animals. Seeing as it was evident she wouldn't sell anything until the cattle were dealt with, and she wasn't a rancher, she gathered up her things and decided to go to the tavern for a drink.

Walking around the cows and what they oh so generously left behind she made it to the Dead Horse Inn. Her eyes almost immediately saw Nila, Another Elf? Kind of rare around here..I thought most of the tribes kept to themselves.. She thought to herself. Curiously she walked over to the table she was at and sat down, judging by the fact she was carrying a bow she was either a hunter or an archer, neat.

"Um. Hi. I haven't seen you in town before, need help with anything?" She asked her, almost completely ignoring the waiter save for glancing over at them.

[Assistant] It was a lot of work making sure all the customers were taken care of. Seemed today was National Bathhouse Day, or a stream of luck had hit the establishment. In all the two months since he had arrived, Trouv had never seen the Cuttlefish Bathhouse so crowded. Tanjozo was rather small, after all, and people didn't just come to the bathhouse to clean, they came to cleanse themselves. There was also the church for when everyone needed to cleanse their sins, but the church didn't have better-than-dreaming desserts available to its patrons. The Bathhouse didn't either, but they had barely-edible treats on good days, and lemon salt baths. Luckily, eventually, the bathhouse family woke up and took over the counter, letting Trouv close up shop for the rest of the day and wander for a little bit outside. He needed some fresh air, as the steam began to carry into the lobby once the baths were heated further.

[User] Hearing the sound of voices nearby, Nila was stirred from her sleep. Raising her head up off the table she groggily looked around for whoever it was that was speaking to her. Her eyes first landed on the waiter, apparently he'd asked her if she wanted anything. "Do you have anything for free? If so I'll take all of it", she said hoping oh so badly that they had something, anything really. Feeling her bow leaning beside her, Nila contemplated the option of hunting tonight. "I could probably find some beavers or badgers, maybe some deer even if I'm lucky", she thought to herself as she looked away from the waiter to notice another elf sitting across from her. Surprised, Nila jumped in her chair before calming down and letting out a slight chuckle. "Aneth ara, falon. You're right to assume I'm new, I arrived earlier today but unfortunately I've nothing to earn lodging here...oh Ir abelas, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nila, formerly of Clan Valenriel", Nila's face became dejected upon saying those words. She remembered the clan and all she'd left behind. But she also remembered why and what she was to do now, bringing some modicum of happiness back to her.

[Assistant]
"All I can give with that is just water and some information." the waiter said with a drawl. He got up and left and would soon return with an ice cold glass of water that gleamed in the dimness with all those dots of condensation. "There you go ma'am," he said , "As for the second part. Well if you need a job it don't hurt much to look around. Here we could always use more dishwashers and servers. But if that ain't your cup of tea and you like something more active I hear the Sentinels are look for more recruits. If you decide to join they might cut you some slack to help speed up the recruitment process."

Pisco who was caught dead center of the mini stampede ran like hell to a side. But not before he grabbed a small child almost tackling him of from the main avenue. After the dust cleared up both literally and figuratively there was one big concerto of mooing as the animals collectively meandered. Dropping the crying kid to someone who looked like his mother he ran off back to his stall. A bunch of them were already crowding up the area. Some kid began to ride ride into the scene with a hapless look on his face. "I'M SO-SORRY EVERYONE!" he yelled as he yelled at the cattle and tried to herd them back to no avail.

[User]
@Jerkchicken

Sarah arched a brow as the groggy woman in front of her held her head up, she didn't know she was asleep or she wouldn't have bothered her. But a table was really no place to sleep in the first place. She frowned slightly as she answered the waiter, it was obvious she had little to no money. It was soon made apparent why from what she understood of what was said to her. Despite being an Elf she spoke all of none of Elvish seeing as she was raised by a human and not by Elves. She nodded slowly, "I'm Sarah, local smith, nice to meet you." She told her, smiling warmly.

She wondered what it was like, being part of a clan, formerly or not. She knew almost nothing of Elven culture, what she did know from when she was a kid long forgotten. "You're from a clan, huh? That's neat." She told her, genuinely intrigued at the idea. "I don't..speak Elvish either. Kinda lived here all my life, long story." She added nervously.

"You know, if you need a placd to stay I have room at my place?" She offered. The waiter soon came by with water for Nila and job information. With the waiter back she decided to take this opportunity to order something to eat before heading back for the crafts show, turning to him she spoke "If you have it, can I get a baked potato and a glass of ale?" She then turned to Nila, "What about you? Surely you're hungry after such a long trip?" She asked her.

[Assistant]
Cia was smiling and talking to a customer when she saw a herd heading straight for her vegtable stand. "No-No! You are not ruining my vegtables!" Cia yelled at the cows, he fists clenched and before anyone could say something she had taken off her cloths. She knew what was going to happen if she transformed with her cloths on. They would get ruined. Once her cloths were on the ground and just before the cows reached her she got on all fours transforming into her bear form fully. She was huge much larger than any normal bear.

Cia let out a roar making the cows come to a stop scared. However they didn't seem to run, Cia was an intimidating presence, atleast she was intimidating enough to command respect from the cows who just started to walk back to their pen as Cia herded them back. Once all was done she headed back to her cart and transformed back to human before putting her cloths back on. "I really don't like having to do that in public you know." Cia said looking back at the kid who was in charge of the animals. "Just be more careful in the future alright?" Cia added trying not to get angry at the kid.


[System]
AKA: The Galactic Siren
Age: Over 50, looks 22
Race: Altherian
Status: High Priestess of Altheria
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:

Abilities: Elemental powers and healing touch.

[User]
Worlds Apart: Can Love Transcend Across Time and Space?

Chapter One - Fates Intertwined

"Aeri! We're going to be late!" Her mother calls out for her daughter as she came running out of the palace gate and toward their mini shuttle, preparing for launch. The fair haired High Priestess of Altheria boarded the shuttle with her mother, the Queen. They were on their way to the Alpharium Homeworld to attend the funeral of Draderum Alpharius.

Aeria-Sarisa looks out of the window as they ascend into outer space that took them to their bigger transporter ship. It would take them a few hours to travel there. Ever since Aeria's father died from an accident, over forty years ago, it had just been the two of them. Mother and daughter together forever. "You know Aeria...isn't it time you found someone to settle with?" Iridonia asked her as Aeria turned to look at her with bright violet blue eyes. The House Starlight was famous for their eyes.

"I'm not going to be around forever, darling. And I'd hate to think that you'll be all alone." The Queen worried. Who was as equally young looking and fair as her daughter.

"But I've got Snowflake." She insisted naively as she referred to her pet white tiger. Iri smiled sadly. "I know there is someone out there for you. You just have to find them." This was a sad day for her, even more than true Alpharium loyalists. She was saying goodbye to her lover and best friend of over thirty years. She retained the locket he gave her before they forever parted ways to save Iri's life. She wore it every single day since.

Aeria sighed as she gazed out of the window. "There is no-one out there for me. Anyone I ever care for ends up dying. After Father and Dazriel died...I just can't face losing anyone else." She also referred to losing her dearly beloved brother who died with her father in the accident.

Iridonia puts her hand on her daughter's. "It's not your fault they died. It would be better for you to be with one of your own people who will not outlive you..." But other Altherians didn't treat her the way she longed for. They were all afraid to go near the High Priestess or either too confident and arrogant to think that they deserved the Queen's daughter.

[Assistant]
To say he was distraught at his father's passing was an overstatement. Saddened perhaps, but not distraught.

The Chamber of Elders was filled as he presided over it. Nero didn't slouch, but he did rest his chin on his hand, wasting time listening to older men and women bicker about the funeral proceedings, the antithesis of what was taught to the imperial young. Even he had to go through the Alpharium Induction: the coming of age rite for all Alpharium whom desired to be more than what the laborers aspired to. To gain status - to be someone - passing the rite was the way to do so. Not many succeeded, not many survived.

He was thankful to the late emperor though. Although distant that they were, his father taught him the complexity of thought required than wielding the arbiter's sword. To be emperor, you need not only a heavy hand but words that cut yet mollified. Dictatorial powers afforded power that was unbecoming to one who guided like an inept fool. Yet, Nero wasn't so presumptuous as to bestow upon himself the epithet of a wise emperor. It was far too soon, for it was only recent when his Accession Rite to Ascended Throne.

A movement at the corner of his view. Nero looked up and saw Kallo: his servant since he was a youth. Kallo gestured to his wrist, which brought Nero a rush of relief.

He stood up, and all noise came to an abrupt stop. "Honorable elders," he said. His voice boomed throughout the chamber, years of practice of oration. "We shall conclude state matters for now. In these dimmed times, I, Emperor Nero Draderum Alpharius, laud your commitment to duty. To the Imperium. I expect to see you all at the funeral."

Nero stepped away from his chair after the elders acquiesced to his unvoiced decree. They would not dare not appear.

When they were in the hall, Nero set a brisk pace. Kallo and the Ascended Guardians followed him.

"Emperor, the delegates from Altheria and the Free States have arrived," Kallo said. "I've taken the liberty to arrange your transportation to the Hall of Emperors. It seems we may skip the attire; the Emperor looks well suited for such a solemn, state affair."

"Have we taken precautions for our xeno visitors?"

Nero could hear the sneer manifested through Kallo's speech. "Adequate, of course, Emperor."

Kallo nearly yelped from the sudden stop. The heavy footfalls of the sentinels shifted moments then came to a still. Nero turned about, and the servant looked down. "Save your prejudice for another time. I will not have the guests harmed during the entombment of my father," he said. "I asked you to be my liaison. Do you swear before me that you fulfilled the task, to the fullest extent I described, you were given?"

"Yes, Emperor. The Home Marshal, and I labored about security until it was near perfect. I beg the Emperor forgive my nonchalance."

Nero spun back around and continued walking. "Let your actions earn your forgiveness."

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Nero stepped out of the transport shuttle. Soldiers lined the stairs that led up to the hall where previous emperor's now rested. The standard of the Imperial legions present - and the standard Alpharium - stood stalwart, as if they took stood vigil over the passing of the late Emperor. It was a grand affair, but it was an important one. The passing rites were as much for respect as they were symbolic. It was to preserve the sanctity of the Ascended Throne to the subjects that were led under Alpharium rule.

Entering the foyer that preceded the Hall of Emperors, delegates that had already arrived all turned and bowed to him. Nero nodded back to them and started to moving about the room. Proper decorum mixed in with who respected the Imperials enough to send delegates. It was all state craft.

He would remember those who journeyed to the Alpharium homeworld despite eschewing imperial rule - either with the olive branch or the dog of war, and he would remember those who did not come at all.