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

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

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

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

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

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

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[User]
Yeah, right, Cas thought bitterly when Iris began acting like she was sorry for what she'd done. It was unforgiveable, but he didn't believe for a second that she actually felt any remorse for what she had done. It was all just part of the game she was playing. She was pretending to be ashamed, so he would think she was someone he could confide in when the reality was that she had been his enemy from the very beginning. He wasn't going to fall for her manipulations a second time. When he'd trusted her in the capital, he'd gotten himself abducted. He didn't even want to know what would happen if he let her play with his heart while they were in the Scourge's territory. For his own safety, he continued to watch her with a keen eye, refusing to allow himself to empathize with the pain on her face so she couldn't get to him.

As she went on, he fought the urge to scoff. He already knew that not all the citizens outside of the capital were terrorists, but the rebels were, by definition, enemies of the crown. He was a Maydestone, so he was the crown. Even if the Scourge tricked the common people into believing that they had their best interests at heart, they were openly hostile to the high borns and the royals at the top of the upper echelon. Ethan had said they were going to kill him too. He wasn't going to buy into their crap that they were actually good people just because she had brought him enough food and water to stay alive. That wasn't how it worked.

"Maybe you're not, but your boyfriend is," he muttered, wrinkling his nose as he pictured the cruel smile that had twisted Ethan's face when he'd said that the rebels were going to kill him. Even though he'd sentenced two people to death just a few days ago, he wasn't so heartless that he would have delivered the news with a grin. Only psychopaths were that sadistic.

When Iris lifted her arm, he glanced at her briefly. For a second, he'd thought he saw something on her wrist, but it was so dark in the room that he couldn't tell. He considered it for a second longer before he shrugged it off as a shadow and was distracted by her assertion that her feelings for him had been real. Here we go again, he sighed, bending one leg slightly to bring his knee to his chest. However, he quickly remembered that his feet were supposed to be bound, and he snapped his leg back down on the ground before she could tell that the rope wasn't actually tied to anything.

"You keep saying you're sorry and that you didn't mean to hurt me, but tell me something," he looked up at her with distrust in his eyes. His stomach begged him to dive for the food and water at her feet, but he wouldn't move until he had answers. "Why were you in the capital to begin with? If you're related to the leader of this whole damn rebellion, I can't imagine you were just there for sightseeing. What were you really doing there if you didn't mean to kidnap me?"

[Assistant]
My boyfriend is? Perhaps Ethan is, he can be a bit rough. Glancing to her wrist as she touched the small finger bruises that had developed, a part of her had a feeling that this had happened before. He isn't my boyfriend anymore, maybe I dodged a bullet on that one. It was strange how she felt, a part of her didn't understand it fully as she was still piecing her memories and thoughts together. It was nice however to be in a familiar setting, she was remembering more each day so hopefully she would feel somewhat normal again in a couple of days.

"I was there to kill you; I was sent to assassinate your family." She could see the distrust in his eyes, and she didn't blame him one bit, especially after what had happened. "Had I not smacked my head against that rock and lost who I was we may have met in different circumstances, me being executed for treason." She knew she would not have gotten anywhere near to kill him, not with the security they had and deep down in her heart she knew she wouldn't be able to kill anyone. Iris could have lied; said she was there under different circumstances but what else could happen? She had broken their trust, their relationship and being honest was the best way to go. She had nothing else to lose.

"But… you have to understand, that's how I was raised. I was raised to believe that your family did not care about us. That the people who lived outside of the Capital were dirt, just as you have been raised to believe that we are terrible people… well there are some who are terrible I guess." Rambling slightly as she shook her head, "You get my point there, we have both been raised differently to believe different things. We have both witnessed different things and been exposed to different things. I'm by no means justifying my actions."

Sighing to herself she knew something she had remembered whilst she couldn't sleep last night, the full truth about her mother. The photo of her mother than was on her bedside table had triggered it. "I told you the rebellion had something to do with my mother's death, right? Well we don't get much access to food here or medicine, sometimes even water and she always spent her life trying to help others. She'd take care of the sick, the injured but sadly she had gotten ill herself. Cancer. Something the Capital could have cured, could have helped with. My father begged, pleaded to arrange a way to pay, but well. She's no longer with us."

Looking away as she pushed herself up onto her feet she glanced back at Cas, "And no I'm not saying this for sympathy, nor to make you feel bad for me. I'm saying this so you understand how differently our lives compared. She was the reason it sparked a rebellion, the people loved her here and it broke my father who had worked hard to provide for the family. It caused the rebellion my father leading it. He… has never been the same."

"IRIS, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PLAYING AT. DISCUSSING THINGS WITH HIM." A booming voice roared as the door to the basement slammed open. "I am so disappointed with you. Showing him kindness. He would not have showed you the same kindness in return." Spitting his words as he looked between his daughter and the Prince in the cell. Storming down into the basement he glared at his daughter, an empty bottle of beer in his hand as you could see the rage in his eyes. It was clear this man was broken, angry and somewhat drunk.


[System]
이곳에 이런 방식으로 작성해주시면 됩니다.
작성 중 질문이 있다면 OOC에 올려주세요.

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에르 하나

정체성:
(에르 하나)는 (우아한) (글레이브)이며 (기적을 일으킨다)

성별:
여

나이:
21세

특성치 역량:
1. 힘 역량 (14/14) 힘 재능 (1)
2. 속력 역량 (13/13) 속력 재능 (1)
3. 지성 역량 (8/8) 지성 재능 (0)

분발:
한 행동당 1번

사이퍼 휴대제한:
2개

기능:
1. 균형잡기와 조심스러운 움직임이 필요한 일들 (익숙)
2. 몸을 사용하는 공연예술관련 (익숙)
3. 모든 종류의 속력 방어 (익숙)

특수능력:
1. 갑옷숙련- 힘, 속력 저하 패널티 2완화
2. 무기숙련- 어떤 무기도 사용
3. 후려치기(힘1)- 피해 -1, 상대는 1라운드 동안 불리한 쪽으로 난이도 1단계.
4. 찌르기(힘1)- 근거리 공격. 날이 있는 무기라면 피해 +1
5. 치유의 손(지성1)- 난이도2. 지성판정. 대상의 특성치 역량 하나를 1d6점 회복. 같은 대상을 연속으로 치료할 때마다 난이도는 한 단계씩 높아짐. 대상이 10시간 휴식하고 나면 난이도는 다시 2로 떨어짐. 행동.

장비 및 소지품:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)
2. 대검(중형무기)
3. 브리건딘(보통갑옷)
4. 탐험가의 배낭

돈(쉰)
5쉰

장갑:
2

공격:
1. 레이피어(소형무기)-공격 난이도 1단계 하락. 피해:2
2. 대검(중형무기)- 피해:4

사이퍼:
1. 주사기형태의 분노가스통(Lv6)- 단거리투척. 호흡하고 사고가능한 생명체는 가장 가까운 생물을 공격 (6라운드 지속)
2. 손에 드는 장치 형태의 운동은폐장- 28시간 동안, 움직임을 감지하거나 추적하는 장치에 탐지 안 됨. 소나같은 감각을 사용하는 생물은 이쪽을 보지 못함.

아티팩트와 신기품:
1. 신기품-발동시키면 1분간 없어졌다가 같은 자리에 다시 나타나는 입방체

출신배경:
에르 하나의 스승은 매우 존경받는 사람이었다. 스승은 에르 하나를 좋은 제자로 여기지만 적도 많았다.
에르 하나가 맡을 일에는 보상이 걸려 있다. 에르 하나는 돈이 필요하다. 적에게 습격당해 큰 부상을 입은 스승을 위해 수술비를 마련하기 위해서다.
에르 하나와 함께 다니는 이들 중 하나는 그녀를 구세주라고 의심한다. 에르 하나는 그들의 의심을 눈치 챘지만 모르는 체 한다. 사실은 몹시 부담스럽다.

등급:
1등급 글레이브

경험치:
0

부상트랙:
건강(ㅇ) / 중상(x) / 치명상(x)

회복판정:
1d6+1

현재 회복 필요 시간:
행동 하나(ㅇ) / 10분(x) / 1시간(x) / 10시간(x)

[User]
(음... 일단 달콤한 고기를 먼저 들려야 점박이 셰스키에서 마음놓고 편하게 쉬다 올 수 있겠지? 달콤한 고기를 먼저 들려야겠다)

"넵! 벼락만큼 빠르게 다녀 오겠습니다!"

[Assistant]
테일은 플레처에게 그렇게 대답한 뒤, 두 배달 꾸러미를 챙겨 '잡화점'을 떠났다.

정육점 겸 빵집인 '달콤한 고기'는 카리온 로(路)에 있었다.
2층 건물 양쪽엔 파스텐 마을의 약국과 보석상이 자리잡았다.

오전 11시 15분경,
테일이 '달콤한 고기'에 도착했을 때 그곳에선 구수한 빵 냄새가 퍼져나오고 있었다.

가냘픈 몸매의 중년 여인이 빵 바구니를 들고서 가게 앞에 나왔다.
정육점을 운영하는 아베케의 반려자이자 빵집을 담당하는 세르와였다.

테일은 보았다.
세르와가 바구니에서 갓 구운 빵을 꺼내 가게 앞의 매대에 진열하기 시작하는 모습을.

(이제 테일은 어떻게 하나요?)

[User] "아주머니! 잡화점에서 배달 왔어요. 아베케 아주머니 계세요?"

[Assistant]
"어머, 테일 아니니?" 세르와가 테일을 반갑게 맞이해주었다.
여인은 가게 안쪽을 가리켰다. "달링이라면 오늘도 여전하지. 안쪽에서 고기를 썰고 있어. 그런데 달링은 왜...?
아참, 테일. 일하느라 힘들지? 이거 갓 구운 페이스트리 머핀인데, 먹어보지 않으련?"

세르와는 사람 좋게 웃으면서, 테일에게 고기가 끼워진 먹음직스러운 빵을 내밀었다.

[User]
"아, 감사합니다. 마침 점심때라 출출했어요. 역시 아주머니 빵은 맛있네요.

아, 아베케 아주머니께 배달할 물건이 있어서요. 언제나처럼 제가 직접 왔죠."

[Assistant]
"후후, 먹성도 좋지." 테일이 먹는 모습을 보며 세르와가 미소지었다.
그녀가 말을 이었다. "그러고 보니 달링이 플레처 씨한테 주문한 게 있다고 했었지..."

세르와는 '달콤한 고기'의 안쪽을 가리켰다. "네가 직접 가져다 주렴. 돈은 아마 미리 치렀을 거야.
내가 전해주고 싶어도 아직 빵 진열이 안 끝났거든. 그럼 부탁해." 라면서 세르와는 눈웃음을 보냈다.


[System]
Appearance: She has a dirty-blonde ponytail that reaches to below her collar, tanned skin, and is short, at 5'4" She has dark blue eyes and a permanently tired expression.
Age: 16

Personality: Maria is a manic depressive in the best sense of the word. If she still had coffee, she'd chug it all day long, but instead she stays awake with scrounged caffeine pills and whatever chemicals she's cooked up to keep her awake. Somehow, she's avoided poisoning herself, although it's honestly a matter of time. Benzedrine is a favourite of hers.

She's obsessed with improving the quality of life of the group in any way she can, which mostly ends up in her building everything the group needs, might need, might not need, and probably won't ever need. Whenever she gets inspired, she's off like a shot, fiddling and tinkering until she finishes her project, before heading back to her bunk and crashing and feeling sad.

Biography: Maria calls herself a border hopper born and bred, but she's lived in the US for her whole life. Whilst both her parents were illegals, if she had wished to be, she could have applied for a legitimate citizenship. She never got around to doing so, what with the apocalypse sort of ruining her plans of any normal life.

She grew up in a noisy, messy and pretty dangerous area, and she learnt a lot of things hands on. Her father was a mechanic, her mother a cleaning lady. One taught her metalwork, the other chemicals. She doesn't talk about them much anymore though, or her family, friends, school... Really, she doesn't talk about anything before she met the group. She has her reasons though.

Relationships: They're all dead. All of them. She isn't talking about them though. As she's the most recent inclusion to the group, she hasn't made any meaningful relationships with anyone, but there's plenty of time for that to happen.

What you originally brought:

The JRS (Junker's Rad Suit.) It's a kitbash of diving suit, hazmat equipment and American football armour, minus the power. She constantly tinkers with it and tries to make it better, and most of the time the welder gets pulled out, it's to do something to the JRS. She has a car door shield for it, but rarely uses it and woe betide anyone who touches it. She calls it Jessie. Nobody knows why.

Her machete. Nothing special about it; looks like it comes from an outdoors shop of some kind, although the red ribbon tired around the end isn't standard. It's a good quality steel blade, with a cutting edge that's still sharp and still painful. A bit grimy and a bit dinged about, but it'll cut a mutant to bite-sized-chunks if it needs too, and that's all she needs it to do.

Welding torch and mask: She's rigged it to a car battery to get the power she needs for it. It's the crucial part of her constructs, and she's constantly looking for more juice to hook up to it. Doesn't really work that well, and she has to hand crank the battery constantly, but she'll take what she'll get. Really. The mask is a full-face UV job that prevents serious eye conditions.

Skills:

Now We're Cooking With Gas: She's pretty handy with appliances and the breaking down and reassembling thereof. She has an axe made from a drying machine and a hatchet handle, for example, and has made a bed using parts of a car. She's also constantly tinkering, unless she's being apathetic.

F in Chemistry: A lie. She was good at chemistry. Whilst the really serious stuff is too complex for her, she knows that rust + aluminium filings = explosives, and that you don't want to be caught unprotected when someone lobs a canister of 2-chlorobenzalmalononitrile at you. She should know, she has some. Somewhere. She swears. Fuck it, she'll just make some more.

Step *Click* *Boom*: A slightly unhealthy love of explosives and the fact that she can't be everywhere at once means that she's make quite the set of traps. Like, a lot of traps. Landmines especially- she made one out of lego, a couple of shotgun shells and a microphone.

Waifish: She's short, does little physical activity apart from her surface trips, sleeps a lot, and weighs little. She doesn't need as much food as others do, full stop.

Power tools Are Never Dangerous: She's scary good with power tools and other gear you wouldn't expect a 16-year-old girl to be good with. Chainsaws, power drills, concrete cutters, blowtorches, and, of course, her welder. Shame there's so little power.

Fuck Off and Die, I'm Tired: To put it bluntly, she can be a massive asshole sometimes. Especially when she's tired, which is often. Because of this, she ends up swearing a lot, although after the apocalypse, nobody really blames her.

And There Was Much Rejoicing: She's seen too much death to give a shit about someone else loosing someone.Sure, she sympathises, but she's pretty harsh when it comes to death. She has empathy, it's just in a permanent state of torpor.

Waifish: Sure, she needs less food, but she doesn't exactly hit hard. Unless she uses her blowtorch, but then strength doesn't matter, as she gleefully points out. Before blowtorching your face off. Seriously, don't get in the way of that thing.

Sickly: Maria handles chemicals and materials that in a non-apocalyptic world would be used under much better safety precautions. Whilst her JRS has saved her from major radiation poisoning, she has skin and eye issues, as well as a nasty cough that sometimes crops up.

Other:
She has a bad tendency of slipping into Spanish whenever she gets angry, which means that she often speaks in an incomprehensible language (to the rest of the group,) for hours.

[User]
Colette's eyes barely flickered from her work when she saw a man appear at the door and clear this throat. By the time the others confronted him, Colette had noticed his only visible weapon was a knife. She put down her needlework and blinked, wide-eyed. There was no reason for her to be involved. Several of the other women had guns, and were brandishing them accordingly. Colette remained frozen. One way or another, they would get rid of him, and she wouldn't lift a finger, nor would she be expected to. Everything was well in hand.

That was what she thought before she heard the screeching and clicking.

Colette didn't need to be told what the source of those awful noises was. In her brief time on her own, she had seen more of them than she could bear. And they were not threats she could be complacent about. Not without devaluing herself in the eyes of those around her.

She hastily stuffed the half-knitted socks into her backpack and extracted a knife held to the inside by a strap. It wasn't particularly sharp - she used it to cook, not to kill. Those who paid close enough attention would realize she didn't have a proper weapon. At least, she hoped they would.

She didn't have to fake her trembling. Never before had she been in a direct confrontation with these creatures, and she had no intention of changing that. She looked around, furrowing her eyebrows in mock confusion, as the sounds grew louder. The man - as well as several of her companions - were already reacting to the approaching threat. Colette could let them handle it for her - couldn't she? She was small for her age, and they probably thought of her as a kid. It was only natural for her to be inexperienced in combat. Despite her trembling, she took a small step forward. The most important thing was not to appear to be a coward. If the others thought she was willing to learn, they would probably be less harsh on her for her initial failure.

Of course, if the others failed, all she could hope for was to run. She bit her lip. No way would that happen. She had been through too much to die so suddenly.

Why did she always have to be so unlucky?

[Assistant]
Despite her lack of strength, Maria had found that killing clickers was actually extremely easy, especially when armoured. They might be fast and brutal, but they relied on sound, and were predictable. As the man turned around to face them, she walked forwards, scraping the tip of her machete against the ground in order to attract them onto her. Although most were focused on other sounds, one turned, arms outstretched, screeched, and rushed towards her.

Or, more specifically, the noise. Just like in the bullfighting ring, she thought to herself. Not like she had ever sen a bullfight, but she knew what happened. The bull charged, the matador moved, the bull swished past the cape. Just like that, the clicker swiped at the noise, and she calmly jumped out of the way, before lashing out with her blade, hitting it in the back of the neck and avoiding the growth at the front of it.

There was a spray of blood, and she averted her face, but the creature simply whirled around- the blow not having been a killing one. Keeping silent, Maria carefully circled around it as it clicked and clacked, before lashing out again at the same place she had done so before, feeling the blade bite down into its spine, the creature howling, but lying on the floor, incapacitated.

[User]
Not wanting to dull or scratch his pocket knife, Elijah distracted the running creatures with a cough, causing two of them to move in his direction as his jog became a sprint along the right side of the hallway. Seeing one of the abominations split off and go after the woman, Elijah slowed his gait just enough so that when he could execute his maneuver without being in her way, and vice versa.

The long-haired bearded man continued making noise on the right side wall until the creatures lunged and then, while running, leaped onto the wall and then off of it again, landing on the other side, almost behind them. He quickly plunged his knife into the neck of the closest enemy, driving it completely into its brain and probably almost severing the spinal cord. Twisting the blade back and forth for only a couple seconds, Elijah ensured a proper demise before taking a step back and moving to his right, just as the other opponent turned to face him.

He wasn't sure if the one his ally had taken down was dead, but figured even if it wasn't, she could take care of it. Elijah planted a side kick to his second monster attacking him, causing it to stagger back. Elijah backed up against the opposite wall and raised his knife, prepared to end it, but shaking from adrenaline and anxiety.

[Assistant]
Maria finished the screeching creature with a final lop, decapitating it for real this time, and panted heavily. She turned towards where the man was fighting the other one and crept behind it, before giving a shout just as she lunged, meaning that the creature half-turned, allowing her to hit it in the temple; the weakest part of the skull. It gave a strange gurgling click and she drew it out, looking at the man, unconsciously scratching her forearm.

Well. That had gone rather well.

[User]
Lavender was initially annoyed and nervous. Her actions could've been thought of as reckless or paranoia-induced. But, you could understand where she was coming from, right? Coming from a world where your next-door neighbor or childhood friend could kill you without a second thought, having a stranger show up out of nowhere visibly armed would be enough to make anyone on edge.

And considering as soon as he showed up, those weird fungus-y monsters showed up?

Yeah, she'd like to think that her 'paranoia' was understandable.

But, her worries were diminished when the newcomer and the Latina female both attacked the 3 creatures. These fungal creatures where some of the weakest, you just had to be mindful of the crystals embedded in their skull. But, she would like to assume that they knew that.

Sparing nothing but a glance at those that remained in the shelter, she quickly removed her rifle from her back and levelled it out the outsider. Peering through her scope, she watched the fighting from afar as she looked around for any other enemies. Her eyebrows furrowed a bit before she relaxed, seeing there were only the 3 initially. She'd simply take it as luck and would not question it.

When the 3 were taken care of she put down her gun, trying to calm her nerves and relax her tense form. Rolling her shoulders, she cleared her throat before speaking, making sure to keep her voice down but enough to be heard. (It took a few attempts before she managed.)

"Now that that's taken care of, maybe we should go back inside? You know, close the door this time?" She knew leaving the door open was a bad call and noted that. She'd remember next time and hopefully everyone else would too.

[Assistant]
When that was done, Maria leant down and wiped her blade off on one of the corpses, before turning back to her bunk, and carefully placing it back down on the end of it, walking to her suit and taking out the air compressor that allowed her to fill up her air tank again. She took her welder and carefully disconnected it from the car battery, before attaching it to the compressor and flicking it on. There was a whirring, grinding noise, and she secured it properly in, picking up the PSI gauge, watching as the needle creeped back up.

"I need to go out again. There's not enough stuff here for me to really do anything. There's no point in me sticking around and using up resources. I think there was a car chopshop not too far away. Junk metal is always useful."


[System]
Belladonna

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Character Summary
Aliases: Bella, Donna, BB
Age: 22
Birthday: December 20, 1995
Birth Place: Unknown
Gender: Female
Powers/Special Skill Set: Weapon Infusion (With Elements), Combat Prowess, and Espionage
Editorial Nickname: The Badass
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
How long have they been with X-Factor?: Two Years

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Appearance
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 120 lbs
Build: Slender Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Skin Tone: Ivory
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scar along right hip, scar along upper back, tattoo of the Yin and Yang symbol behind right ear, ear piercings on both ears
Personal Style: Bella dresses as the situation demands it, but she does get some enjoyment out of wearing things considered girly and cutesy as she fights because it gives her an advantage. She does not wear anything particular when not in a mission, preferring comfort when not in the field. She has been seen in sweatpants and a t-shirt or a stylized dress on any given day.

Her color scheme ranges based on the day also, though she usually opts for darker colors. Her hair is usually tied in twin tails or let down to her lower back. She wears make-up as she sees fit, mainly on a mission when she needs to look a certain way. She will look presentable when it benefits her or whatever task she is on.

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Psychology
Disciplined * Crafty * Impressive * Secretive * Stoic * Restrained

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Bella doesn't show emotion. Or it could be said she shows emotion rarely. Trained to believe emotions are a weakness, she gets the job done, no matter how dirty the deed. She is disciplined and direct, though she does have a sarcastic side to her she lets out, particularly when she is annoyed.

She stands out amongst others for her dedication to the work she is in. She knows she is impressive and valuable to any who have her on their side, but she does not care one way or the other about whatever side she is on. She does the work and she gets paid. Even in the midst of torture, she can endure without shedding a tear or uttering a scream. To some, that is a valuable skill in a spy. To others, it's concerning that there may be darker things underneath that pretty exterior. She will never tell.
Habits:* Sarcasm
* Listens to music when training

Hobbies:* Watching Trashy TV
* Sparring

Fears:
* Being Buried Alive
* Cannibals
* The Bottom of the Ocean

Likes:
* Techno Music
* Dueling
* Exploring
* Detective Novels
* Proving People Wrong
* Podcasts

Dislikes:
* Assholes
* Cat Calling
* Being Spied On
* Birds
* Lines
* Fake People

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Cards On The Table
General World Skills:
* Tracking
* Espionage
* Parkour
* Lockpicking
* Poison Knowledge
* Cryptology

Combat Skills:
* Elemental Imbuement: Bella has the ability to imbue her weapons with elemental enhancements. This can be any weapon she obtains (but most notably her sword and gun)
* Sword Combat
* Firearm Combat
* Hand-to-Hand Combat
* Morning Star Combat

Medical Issues/Injuries
* None

Possessions:
* Clothing - Black Top, Checkered Mini Skirt, Black Boots
* Katana
* Handgun
* Morning Star
* Two Clips Extra Ammo
* Lockpick
* Poison Vial
* Extra Hair Ties (around wrist)
* Cell Phone

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History
Why did you join X-Factor?: It wasn't so much that Bella joined X-Factor, it was more that she was obtained. Having fought for her own freedom, she opted to use her skills and training to aid the highest bidder, which had its own danger. X-Factor allowed her to continue to fight, earn her keep, and be protected in a way. The only thing they do not have is her loyalty as she is only loyal to herself, but she will keep the team safe.

General History: Bella didn't know the joys of childhood. She never knew who her real father and mother were. All she knew was a man named Master Shien and he was cruel and demanding. With iron fist, she along with a select few other children were hardened, trained to fight, sneak, and kill. She didn't learn about the world like other children, she only saw it through blood.

However, the children still hoped for escape. The master could never break their resolve, even if he broke their bones. So they hatched a plan to escape and leave and go out into the world. It all came crashing down as Master Shien killed and slaughtered them one by one, leaving Bella along with two others. Bella took her sword in hand and challenged the master. They fought hard, each dealing blows to the other, but Bella came out on top, decapitating her "father" and leaving.

Since then, Bella had to gradually learn how the world worked. She was smart and capable though (plus the internet) and she knew her place. She began to sell her skills as a professional hitman or spy for various factions around the U.S. She was sought after due to her unflinching nature and her results.

Bella no longer cared though. She was in it for herself and knew no one else could be trusted unless they earned it. That was when X-Factor came into the scene. Hearing about her skills they offered her a position amongst the team. Bella agreed for a limited time, mainly to see how it would play out for her. Once she was satisfied, she joined up. Could she be trusted though was the question.

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Extras
Character Quote: "If looks could kill I'd be a mass murderer. Oh wait...."
Theme Song:
Anything Else: Invisible Woman, Link

*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy. I acknowledge that I can and will be removed from the RP without warning if I break a rule or cause problems with my fellow Rpers or the GM.

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Relations

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Belladonna
"I don't do friends. And yes, that's what she said."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🌓 Andrew Rossi 🌓
"Smart man can grow big or small. He doesn't bother me too much."

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🎆 Demetria Clarke 🎆
"She can freeze shit, which is pretty awesome. Other than that, she's cool."

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🙇 John Watts 🙇
"He looks at me like a daughter. I...do not know what to think about this."

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🎆 Evelyn Holder 🎆
"Assassins don't have a code, but I can respect her game provided she doesn't step on my toes."

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🎆 Alannah Ó Ceallaigh 🎆
"A warrior of the past meets a warrior of the future. This will be fun."

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♨ Barbara "Bobbi" Leigh-Anne Hobbes ♨
"She's loud and grating. Could she shut up for two minutes?"

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👋 Wasley Martin 👋
"He's um...he's cool, I guess. Stop asking me!"

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[User]
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Location: Serval Industries - Labs G3 -> E5
Skills: Void reach

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The shockwave sent Bobbi flying backward. She was unable to turn the fall into a roll and instead just bounced along the ground. The toy hammer striking surfaces as she tumbled added comedy to her tragedy. With a groan, Bobbi got to her feet, unwilling to let the Witch get what she was coming after. Whatever that thing in her hands was, it was obviously important. Otherwise, she wouldn't be after it would she? Watts' lightning surprised her and even worse when he started shouting, throwing a temper-tantrum. Was it that big a deal? Calm the fuck down man.

She couldn't continue fighting with the stupid toy hammer. With a deep breath, she calmed herself and reached once against into the void. After a few moments of digging around her hand clasped something. When she drew the object out it was indeed her trusty hammer. Captain KO had now entered the fray. Bobbi gave a whoop of delight. She threw the stupid toy hammer at Wanda, the toy seeming to aim true. However, the toy was deflected and instead hit the raging Watts in the face. Bobbi clasped a hand over her mouth as she made an audible gasp. She was going to get an earful later and it would be so hard to keep a straight face.

Enough dilly-dallying though. She charged Wanda, swinging her hammer low in order to sweep the woman's feet from beneath her. Unfortunately, this did not hit and Bobbi cursed softly.

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Location: Serval Industries - Ballroom -> Lab
Skills:

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Wesley merely smiled at the woman good-naturedly. She was more off than expired milk but he couldn't place his finger quite on what it was. He had a great suspicion she knew exactly what was going on behind the scenes. His quiet, happy reserve was almost broken when Watts screamed in his ear. He gave Gardner a slight bow. "I am glad to hear it. I need to check on the team but I hope there is a chance to chat again before the eve is out." He then turned and left. He walked calmly through the ballroom and only once the doors to the hall shut behind him did he begin to sprint.

How unlucky this all was. Well, he supposed luck had nothing to do with it at all. If Gardner was planning some shady things, having them underprepared and distracted was the way to go. He quietly cursed himself for not having left sooner. He had not gleaned much else from their CEO and had wasted precious minutes. Now Watts was going to tear them all to shreds and shriek like a banshee in a wind turbine for their failures. He wondered idly if the serum is what gave him the predilection to a short fuse.

[Assistant]
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Evelyn Holder

Location: Serval Industries, X-Factor Gardner's Office. (2,C) -> (4,G)
Skills: Enhanced Condition, Marital Arts

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Evelyn stood there, as she looked down at Quicksilver crossing her arms over her chest as she listened to him as he told them why they were both there in the first place. A genetic splicer if in the wrong hands did sound really bad and seeing that Magneto had his eyes on it and sending his two kids in to retrieve it was back enough. She watched Belladonna taking her gun and shooting him in the leg seeing the bullet cutting through his kneecap Eve flinched a little bit. She then heard Watts over the radio sounding like they were having problems with the Scarlet Witch on their end now.

Evelyn then walked over towards Quicksilver using her strength as she brought down her foot down on Quicksilver's already injured leg, shattering it. Evelyn then turned towards his other leg and did the same exact thing, making sure that he wouldn't be able to get up and walk anytime soon. Looking over at Belladonna and Sapphire since they had powers to keep him slowed down for the time being figured they could keep him still. "I'm going to help Watts and Andrew, you two got him secured?" Evelyn asked looking over at the two of them, and then over at the frozen door and then over towards Sapphire to see if she could unblock the door for her. "I'm on my way, just try and hold her off if you can." Evelyn said over the radio.


[System]
Charcters-
Klank - Shipwright 320,000,000
Isaac - Bounty Hunter 530,000,000 ( Sasa 340,000,000)
Sierra - Fighter 380,000,000 (Peanut 380,000,000)
Phin - NPC Fishman 400,000,000

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Age: 31

Race: Human

Devil Fruit/Abilities: Dupe-Dupe Fruit. Klank has the ability to duplicate any object he can physically lift. The smaller the item, the easier it is for him to create multiple versions, and with greater speed.

Weapon: All Tool

 With the hammer doubling as a pair of pliers, the All Tool was created to remedy any problems aboard a ship. The two foot handle is also made with slot compartments that hold various tools for specific sitautions. When they are needed, Klank must simply unfold whatever he needs. A few compartments remain empty until Klank upgrades his masterpiece with tools he may not yet have.

Personality: Klank is a go with the flow kind of character. A trait he adapted after becoming a crew member of the Kraken Pirates,which have been dismantled since crossing the red line. Something else he picked up was temporary bouts of anger. He left his home to get away from the constant work, and being apart of The Krakens didn't REALLY taken him away from that. He doesn't care much for fighting, and when he does partake, his style is what some would call erratic.

Personals: Aside from his All Tool, Klank carries a number of essentials when leaving ship. Around his waist is a dark-brown fanny pack that is connected to a thick leather belt. Sewn into the belt strap are a few itmes; a nail, a nut, a bolt, a screw, and a cigarette. inside the fanny pack is a single beri, and just a few different types of gems that Captain Kraken required him to carry. Strapped to his back is a single wooden plank.

Bio: Klank spent most of his life in loguetown, taking up his fathers trade in ship repair. Needless to say, there was always work for them, and because of that, enjoying festivities was out of the question. One night, a rather obnoxious crew of pirates demanded repairs and left Klank alone to do his work. Hours had passed without the return of these pirates, but he continued to wait in hopes of receiving payment. Walking around the ship, Klank wondered what it must be like to travel the world and just be free to do whatever one wished. In the midst of wandering, he came across the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since work began and figured he'd help himself.

 There was food all around, but a strange fruit was centered on the table. Klank had never seen anything like it. Yellow in color with strange swirls, one half of the fruit perfectly matched the other. He took a single bite, and as nasty as it was, he toughed through it. Never had he eaten something so bad. He threw it away and reconsidered just how hungry he was. Klank returned to the deck and continued waiting for his payment. The pirates never showed.

 The next day was when Klank found out that he could take an item and duplicate it. There was freaking out and lots of confirming the fact that he actually now had this strange ability. He came to terms with it, but kept it hidden until one day a large pirate caught him using it. That pirate was Captain Kraken. He stuck around for a while and observed, not taking long to decide, that with his innate ability as a shipwright, and the power to duplicate objects, Klank was perfect for the crew. Despite concerns from the family, the young adult took the opportunity to chase after a dream he had thought on for long enough.

[User]
A storm raged for as far as Klank could see from his beloved wheel. All the levers were finally reset, more than a few needing to be used in their chaotic escape. The Jubil Pirates, however, were relentless in their pursuit, always showing up just when safety was all but had. It took the combined efforts from each member of The Bigheads to create an opportunity of escape only days ago. Sierra and peanut skated across the thrashing ocean, freezing waves when they reached their peak height. As important as it was to block a quarter of the ships from going further, she was childishly reckless in her actions. Her youthful mind was plagued with the absurd notion that she was invincible. Phin took to the deep sea, creating maelstroms wherever he could. Three ships capsized, but that made no dent in the monstrous fleet. Against Klank's protests, Isaac had slammed a lever by the wheel. The back of the ship opened up to release a mini version of itself, perfect for a two man team, and significantly more mobile. Isaac leaped onto the mini ship and immediately pulled a lever meant to give a wild burst of speed, but not before Captain Bighead himself joined. Klank was left alone, baffled. He grabbed two smokes as the situation demanded, and puffed. With the snap of a lever, the ship drifted to face his fleeting crew. Another lever, much like the one on the mini ship, allowed Klank to close the distance.

 "I suppose it's time to really test your capabilities, baby," Klank said as he glided his hands over the wooden wheel. "Operation..." he pulled another lever. The other rods surrounding him descended into the bowels of the ship, replaced by a set of two levers with three triggers on each. Klank stepped between them as a small contraption secured his feet to the floor. "Evasive Retrieval!"

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 The sun shown brightly now that The Bigheads were out from the blanket of storm clouds. Though they could still see that storm, they could no longer see the destruction the crew had wrought. After just a few days of suspicion, finally there was time to relax, and that was exactly what Klank was doing, a cigarette in his mouth and a hammer at the ready. The ship took considerable damage in Operation Evasive Retrieval, and Klank realized the kind of fortifications must be made. There were a few cannon holes on the side, but most of the damage came from the ship itself. It would take some time to fully recover the ship, but Klank welcomed it. As he worked on the holes first, hoisted over the edge, Bighead leaned over the rail to look down at the shipwright.

 "Never seen a ship do that," Bighead bellowed.

 "No one has," Klank smirked, still hammering away. "For good reason." He raised his hands as if to show the ship. Shattered wood was hanging all over, and on deck, a mast split down the middle. A sail was torn and sprawled across the deck, and a large gap was created at nose of the ship. Even the ships figure head was blown to pieces. "I anticipated some minor damage, but nothing like this mess." He kept patching the holes.

 "Lotta bang for any ship," Bighead chuckled. "I'm curious," he became serious, but still with a smile. "As a shipwright, knowing what might happen... Why?"

 Klank halted his hammering and took a long drag. The smoke wafted up his face and he replied, "Why would I install an arsenal my ship couldn't handle?" Bighead remained silent as Klank took another drag. "Can't build my dream ship without testing a few extremes." He continued repairs. "The things we've been up against so far are nothing compared to what's to come. It doesn't take someone who's sailed all the seas to realize that. And if I'm gonna sail the entire world, I want a ship that's worthy."

 "Haha!" It was an unusually loud laugh from the Captain. "We're on the same page, Shipwright. When your done with those, join the rest of us. There are discussions to be had."

 "Interesting," Klank wondered. Captain Bighead hadn't called for a meeting before. As soon as he was done, Klank brought himself top deck and approached the others.

 Bighead was serious now. In his hands, he held six sheets of paper, which he began to hand out. They were wanted posters, to which Klank wondered how Bighead acquired. Klank looked at his, an angry face, yelling at whoever looked upon the poster. 320,000,000. His eyes widened, and then he smirked. He never dreamed, that as a simple shipwright, he would gain such a reputation. Sierra and Peanut both held a higher bounty, each at 380,000,000. Phin was indifferent to his 400,000,000. And Isaac smiled the same smile as his poster, for a bounty of 530,000,000. Even Sasayaki had a poster of her own, the number still higher than Klanks at 340,000,000. Klank looked to Bighead, who was standing silent while the rest talked over themselves.

 "What about you?" Klank questioned.

 "Don't know," he smirked slyly. "It's always fluctuating. I'm showing you these, because these bounties paint a," he paused for a moment as he shot a glance at Isaac. "Flashy target on your heads." He gave instruction to Klank to set a course, to which the shipwright complied. "We've racked up quite powerful enemies so far, but what lies behind us is not the problem. The problem is ahead of us. Maybe not anytime soon, but eventually, we will come across Pirates and Marines alike that we are not ready to face. Make no mistake, you're all strong in some way, but not all ways. As Captain, I'm taking us out of the game temporarily."

 "What does that mean?" Sierra interrupted.

 "We're heading for an island nearby, safe for the most part, but well hidden."

 "For what Purpose," Phin was suspicious.

 Bighead smiled his giant smile. "Training."

[Assistant]
"You aren't worthy of using a weapon you cannot overpower."

 The words echoed through Issac's head, knowing they were true. He was reliant on Sasayaki for most things, and the pirate games proved that more than anything. He laid on the deck and looked up at the stars while Klank repaired the ship. "Hey Klank, do you think I could beat you without my weapon?" he asked, but the pirate only glanced over before continuing with the hammering. "I'll take that as a yes, " he yelled, before looking back up. He always a plan, and idea to change the course of battle, but he only really used one of is tools. He was one dimensional, which was necessary to survive, but it would surely hold him back in the future. Sasayaki could be take, lost, or worse, turn on him one day. He had to be better, to keep moving forward; he was a famous pirate/bounty hunter/game breaker/dream crusher now.

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 The island that Bighead chose was unusual in many ways, the most of all being the shifting weather throughout the island. The captain left him alone in the fogged forest, while trained Sasayaki's voice and projection through the most obnoxious karaoke even he had heard. The goal was to survive, but Issac wanted more; he wanted to thrive. He took his first steps into the island, letting his other sense guide him, and trusted his instincts.


[System]
Game Origin: Ace Attorney

Appearance: "Objection!"

Personality: Phoenix is calm, cool, and collected, an easy-going guy who likes to roll with the punches life deals him and go with the flow. Or, rather, he'd like to be that. In low-stress situations Phoenix is as relaxed as he seems, his guard a bit too down and a tad gullible, though when the stakes get raised or he comes to task, any semblance of 'chill' quickly leaves him. While this does mean that he's fairly reliable once things get serious, it also drives him to bouts of internal panic and impulsiveness. His natural cleverness and sharp intellect tends to make any quick judgement the right call eventually, however, and despite his seeming immaturity in most situations, Phoenix is capable of stunning feats of competence and intelligence! Even when he bluffs his way through everything...

Background: It might not seem like much just by looking at him, but Phoenix has gone through quite a lot. Everything started when he was a young kid, a day in elementary school when his entire class labeled him a thief after a fellow student's lunch money went missing. At the time, he felt utterly alone, at the mercy of a group who would never believe him... And then the very same student whose money was taken came to his side in defense, one Miles Edgeworth. The two were quick to become friends.

Miles soon left school, him and Phoenix growing apart. As he grew older, Phoenix took an interest in law and the arts, and during his time at college (studying for the latter), he once more ended up accused of a crime he didn't commit: murder. He was defended once more, this time by rookie attorney Mia Fey, and from then on the young Phoenix grew a passion for being an attorney just like her, and soon became her apprentice. The time came when Phoenix, a newly-minted lawyer, went to court, where he met his long-gone friend Miles Edgeworth, a prosecutor now, unlike his defense attorney father. After his first trial, Mia was killed, and her younger sister, Maya Fey, was the suspect. Phoenix defended her, of course, and the two grew a liking to each other, becoming partners in (un)crime.

As Phoenix waged legal war against Edgeworth, the two traded blows both in and out of court, with Phoenix wanting his friend to return to his normal, justice-seeking self. Things took a turn for the dramatic when Edgeworth himself was accused for murder - the murder of his late father! - and Phoenix defended him, exonerating him of his crimes and guilt.

His reputation made, and strengthening as he took bigger cases and went up against harsher prosecutors, Phoenix was on the rise to become an incredibly successful attorney. And just before the trial that would have dashed his career on the rocks, things got a lot brighter...

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Specialty: Tactics, figuring things, people, opponents out. And, uhm... moral support?
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10
Powers:
* Psyche-Locks: Phoenix possesses the power to see Psyche-Locks, a psychic manifestation of a person's lies, taking the form of chains and locks. The more a person has, the closer the secret is being kept, or the harder the person is trying to keep it. They break as Phoenix delves closer to the root, though the act of breaking them doesn't force the person to spill - rather, it's just a representation of how tight-lipped they are. They only appear in response to a question Phoenix asks, too, and depending on how he words the question, could not appear at all.

Strengths:
* Sharp Wit: His time as an attorney has left Phoenix with a very sharp head, metaphorically speaking. He's quick to catch on and notice things others miss, and his sense of deductive reasoning is unmatched.
* Bluff: Flying by the seat of his pants more often than not, Phoenix has an impeccable poker face. Sudden shocks, surprises, and etc still make him react - he is human after all - but it can be pretty hard to tell what he's thinking, especially if he doesn't even know it himself.
* Born Lucky: It seems that along with his stunning spiky hair, Phoenix was gifted with immense luck at birth! It isn't the "find 50 bucks on the ground" kind of luck, but things tend to fall into place for him, or seemingly fatal accidents and injuries could leave him with little more than a scratch.

Weaknesses:
* Only Human: For all his quirks and lucky breaks, Phoenix is just human after all. He's not particularly strong or sturdy, incapable of anything truly impressive, and can go down in just a few solid hits. He's not much of a fighter!

Spirits:

Kindred Spirits:
* Maya Fey, a young spirit medium who is Phoenix's closest friend and trusted partner.
* Hershel Layton, a professor with a penchant for puzzles, and an avid pointer himself.
* Sissel, a mysterious ghost of a man - literally - who uses his powers to similarly change the fates of the innocent.

Inventory:
* Attorney's Badge: Proof of his status as an attorney, and symbolic of what it means to be one. Loves to show it off, though usually by accident.
* Magatama: A special stone ornament imbued with spiritual power. It allows Phoenix to see the Psyche-Locks, though anyone who holds it can see them as well. May or may not be needed anymore.

[User]
Geralt of Rivia
Ancestral Farmstead
Lvl 3 (12/30) -> Lvl 3 (28/30) -> Lvl 4 (0/40)
Word Count: 778 words
Stress Level: 10

Something changed just as the Courier's stimpak took effect on Geralt. It was...hard to describe. Something not unlike coming out of a magical trance, but without as much of the hangover half-blackout feeling. More like coming down from a light alcohol buzz. His mind felt sharper, and his body felt like it was his again. Hell of a drug. Almost like he mixed Swallow and Thunderbolt...speaking of which, I need that damned potion if I'm gonna be dealing with beasts like this! Geralt thought, completely unaware of the true reason he felt this way now. He'd probably learn soon enough, though.

Taking a deep breath as his body was mended and his mind unclouded, Geralt took a look around at the battlefield. So many spirits laying around, and so many fighters still standing. All of them, in fact. It was practically a miracle. Regular folk just didn't last around him in big fights like this, whether they were on his side or not. But then again, he hadn't left alongside many regular folk, had he? These people were fighters, killers, warriors, almost to the last one of 'em. Even the kids could fight like hell. It would have been unnerving had he not seen dozens of pimple-faced teens take to bandrity back on the Continent. Kids could fight. Usually not well, but they could fight.

Stepping away from their main quarry to gather a few of the farmhands' spirits, Geralt called out after the Courier spoke. "Hmm, wonder how that'd work with Igni...Cadet, was it? You need that thing for anything?" He asked the Ace Cadet, silently hoping he could walk out of this with something, at least. He wasn't totally sure how these spirits worked, not down to the letter, but he did notice that Linkle had left a trail of ice, and he was pretty damn sure she couldn't do that before. That kind of power....those things were like mutagens. And while he wasn't exactly eager to experiment with these things, he knew how much of a difference the right mutagen could make in a fight. The difference between life and death.

The big guy and his friends were gathering up, too, Geralt noticed, after Bowser broke off from the fight to protect his son. It was sweet, in a way. He'd dealt with enough monsters to know that plenty of them were just like humans, even if their bodies weren't. Hell, when he first met Emhyr at that damned betrothal, the man looked like some kind of hedgehog! If only he'd stayed that ugly....

Still, it was good to see everybody alive and well, if a bit shaken and wounded. They'd be able to head back to the town, lick their wounds, and maybe Mina would have something good for them in the morning. If only the Brachydios had left something to cook....though the Witcher wondered how good giant lizard-monster meat would taste. How would you even prepare it?
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As everybody gathered back into their transportation to return to Lumbridge, Geralt quietly meditated. It was a good way to keep his body somewhat rested, as well as his mind. His breathing was slow, as was his heartbeat. To the casual observer who didn't know better, he might very well have died sitting in this position and just...stuck that way.

Linkle's question to Euden caught his ear, and Geralt's eyes opened ever so slightly, the red replaced with an amber. Perhaps ironically, removing Galeem's influence had made his eyes look even less human, rather than more.

He was interested in how Euden controlled that kind of magic, however. It was impressive, to say the least. That level of raw power, even if he was only able to unleash it for short periods of time, spoke volumes about the boy. He could go far like that. Protect people. Or kill them in droves. It was all up to him, really.

Another thing that had interested him was the Courier's weapons. They made explosions like a bomb, but....they didn't explode? He saw the bright flashes from the end of the weapon as it ripped apart the Brachydios's neck, so it did something, but he wasn't sure what. Was it like a crossbow that launched something with an explosion? That sounded insane, like letting a grapeshot bomb going off in his hand! How it didn't blow the lunatic to pieces was another mystery.

Still, he couldn't argue with the results. He'd have to ask the man about how they worked at some point. But later. Right now he was tired, and he wanted to at least get some rest while they made their way back.

[Assistant]
Death
Level 1 - (4/10)
Location: Dead Zone - Redgraccon Police Department
Word Count: 220

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Death, upon speaking to the group, immediately had more than a few weapons pointed his way. He wasn't fazed by this, however. Should have known they would all be on edge given the current situation. Just then, an older looking man stepped forward and claimed to be the one in charge. The Reaper was about to speak again when the stranger he came in with revealed himself, much to everyone's surprise. It seems this man was telling the truth before and he really can come back from the dead. Death was a little curious as he had never met someone who could come back to life before and took note.

Once the surprise had died down a bit, Death was again spoken to by the leader of the group. The Horseman was then informed about the killer's abilities and told that a few others were already dealing with the ghost that keeps them trapped in this building. Death figured the killer was the more immediate threat at the moment. Apparently there were also another two from the group that looked to stop this killer as well, which he would assist them in. Giving a small nod to Howard, Death them moved off in the direction that Ratchet and his medic had gone in an attempt to catch up to them.

[User]
Blazermate

Level 6 - (2/60) EXP +1
Location: Police Station
Word Count: 382

Blazermate was ready to go with Ratchet to find the serial killer, when she could hear the horde getting close to the police station. "You and Ratchet are good fighters right? I think I need to deal with that horde more than anything. Be safe~." Blazermate said, hopping off Ratchet and making her way towards the sound of the horde outside of the station.

She missed Joker as he left to assist the ritual, but she did run into Death. Something felt... familiar about him, but there wasn't much to think about with that as the approaching hordes were more of a concern. With a wave to V, Blazermate said. "I'll buy us some time with that horde. Hopefully we can get this spirit thing fixed and teleport out of here before my distraction ends." Saying that, she then remebered the teleporter wasn't anywhere nearby. Facepalming a bit, she summoned Dell, telling him to destroy the teleporter side here in the Dead Zone and remake it. The texan man shrugged and got to work. With that all straightened out, Blazermate moved through the station to find a good vantage point to command the hordes.

Eventually she made her way to the wing where the noise from the horde was the greatest, the room where Jak and Daxter were helping out the civvies alongside some of the other survivors. Most everyone here looked no worse for wear, minus the obvious panic behind Daxter and the foreboding air of everyone, as if this was the biggest horde yet to attack them. Making her way to a window, Blazermate looked outside to view the horde. Yep, it looked like it sounded, a huge bunch of various zombies, demons, and everything. She doubted they could all take this, even with her command over the undead, considering the various menagerie of evil around them.

"Well... I think I can hold them off a bit." Blazermate said. With a few directions from her suffering arm, mostly "attack anything next to you who doesn't follow this order and protect the station" those in the horde that would listen to her commands started to attack the ones who didn't, causing a vast amount of chaos within the amassing hordes ranks. "That should buy us more time. Hopefully the others can get that ghost banished or whatever so we can get out of here." Blazermate said, nodding at her work.

[Assistant]
He had the feeling someone was staring at him, sure. And Germ was obviously looking this way every time Phoenix looked around the diner. But that didn't mean that he was being watched. No, of course not.

(I think Pat is starting to rub off on me. I need to start hanging around better influences.)

Then, as if the universe loved proving Phoenix's inner monologues wrong, the bird-man who had been looking at him suddenly popped over the back of his chair. Phoenix nearly choked on his milkshake, and man would that have been embarrassing.

"I-I, ghak, what?!" Phoenix leaned away from Germ as if he was an actual germ. He even slid his shake further away, as if the bird would try and steal it. Is that what a day of being paranoia-adjacent does to people? Make them actual paranoid?

Steeling his nerves, Phoenix settled, shifting his seat a bit to the side so he wasn't stabbing Germ in the face... beak?... with his hair. "Erhm, right. A case." Phoenix paused. Why was he so willing to tell some stranger about one of his cases? Didn't that break some, like, client/attorney protocol? He might've just been wanting to have a normal conversation for the day, one that didn't involve government conspiracies. Or fish. Or fish conspiracies.

Clearing his throat, Phoenix filled the silence. "Well, uh, this one time I had a client whose case against them was about how he could fly, and how nobody could've committed the crime without...flying." (Oh, now I know why lawyers don't discuss their cases. It makes them sound crazy.)


[System]
Codename: Arsenal

Color Scheme: 4a3074 4b5d6a

Age: Mid twenties

Gender: Female

Personality:

• Kleptic
• Obsessive
• Indifferent
• Arrogant
• Unrelenting
• Vicious

Rui-Hai was an individual of reasonable talent that fell off the beaten track. Born a 'Natural,' she found a particular aptitude for her brand of magic early in her story. Using her talents as a gateway, lured by the glamor of academy life, she started her career as a student of the Thremont institutions.

The complacency of research and remaining stationary in a single place never found themselves compatible with her however, and as her talents and experience grew, she found herself drifting farther and farther away from the life of an academic. Instead, she found her stride as a hired gun, freelancing for any organization that she found to her liking or was fighting against an enemy that roused her interest, fueling her lust for adrenaline. All along the way, she would find reason to expand her inventory.

Working discreetly, she eventually found herself working heavily with a surprisingly unrelated sort of organization: elements of Courtlandt Holdings. In retrospect, it would seem obvious that certain companies would have more skeletons in the closet than others, but her jobs paid well but were infinitely boring. When she was offered the job as acting as a glorified security guard, she nearly broke off the relationship on the spot. With much persuasion, however, she was persuaded to take the job, finding herself with the mundane duty of protecting research facility.

It was there that she encountered her first nightmare. In the ensuing battle that followed, she met her match, nearly demolishing herself and the facility along with the monster in a last-ditch artillery barrage. Her relationship with Courtlandt ceased soon after, but by then, she'd already found a new job.

The cleaners.

Magic Style:

Fold

Rui-Hai focuses heavily on a specialized area of magic that at its core, is neither offensive nor defensive in nature. A more esoteric spell in nature, she folds space itself to create small portals to other locations, enabling her to store and quickly retrieve a large arsenal of weaponry for use on the fly. At long distances, she can only pass inanimate, non-biological objects, but at short ranges of roughly ten meters, she can essentially teleport at will.

Signals, such as radio, readily pass through an open portal, enabling her to use a wireless trigger to operate her larger and more stationary weapons.

Membership: Medium; about one year on the job.

Equipment:

Considering Ney's skillset, the equipment section is more of signature selection of the collection she owns and carries.

Heavyware Standard Pistol Mk. 3 – A lightweight handgun. Small, compact, reliable, and easy to reload. Only has ten rounds per reload, but Ney never has less than enough ammo to supply a platoon.

Heavyware Vulcan X-2 – Specialized laser gatling cannon. Quiet for its type. An older model, it requires more energy and can fire continuously for seven seconds before overheating.

Heavyware QF750 Mk. 2 Field Howitzer – Rui-Hai's crown jewel, a 155mm towed artillery piece. Considered a last resort or used in a display of superiority, she has two in her inventory. Normally requiring a crew of three to operate, like most of her more heavy weaponry, the gun is setup beforehand, and in this case, near impossible to reload in combat. Can interface with and be fed targeting data with any Courtlandt Electronics telemetry system, and be prepped beforehand with mission specific shells, including HE, AP, and illumination.

Grenades – More.

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Character Impressions:
(Shit I'll do in the morning)

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[User]
Diva nodded at the various questions and answers. This was one hell of a spook, whatever it was. Invisible, fast, kills anyone when nobody's looking, and so-on. She beamed proudly at the mention by name. "I can force it to manifest, if there's even anything there to get." If it wasn't the Nightmare proper out and about, it wouldn't likely do anything. "Sounds like we also want to be sure we keep a buddy at all times for this one."

She looked around at the others. "Hopefully we won't have to fight this thing, but just in case, I'll do what I can. I might need someone to keep an eye on me, though." Not that she wouldn't be doing the same for them.

At the urging to get a move-on, she filed back to End's van with the others. As before, she was more than willing to try and strike up a conversation, once safely inside. "So, I don't think I'll be that good for talking our way past any mobster types," she said, simply. It wasn't the area of expertise one would expect for a teenager, anyway. She had enough trouble negotiating the ins and outs of her school; the shady underbelly of a city like Neo Babylon was far beyond her.

"Since this thing manifests as wind or something, should we codename it something like 'Kamaitachi'," she asked at some point, suggesting a nickname for their monster. It would probably be easier to discuss if they had something to use for reference. She didn't really have many other productive things to say on the rest of the trip down into the undercity. And when it came to actually talking their way past the security, she remained silent. Not her area of expertise.

[Assistant]
A hitman using that symbol for their own needs? Yeah, this was definitely a case that Josephine was going to have to get into now. No way she was allowing some new face with a fancy weapon cut into her own profits just like that. That being said, Cash's statements did make her wonder. If there was such a powerful 'spell' around, how on earth did it get lost the first place? Maybe a more powerful mage could automatically defend against this ethereal nightmare's attacks, but one could practically eviscerate any enemy as long as they had an idea of where they were. It'd be like just accidentally forgetting that you had a tactical nuke launcher.

She furrowed her brows, but speculation wasn't going to get anywhere. They were going to head over to the Wirefort's lair first, after all, knock on the doors of all the rival mobs that had it out for the Himuras. Getting into her armored van once more, taking the time to take the Railrifle out of her violin case and making sure she had a full mag, Josephine drove off the moment she heard the passengers in her van put on their seatbelts. If they had to ram through a car or two to get there, it'd be a pain if Diva cracked open her skull, after all.

"Kamaitachi?" she repeated as she navigated through the messy network of mid-level streets, "Four syllables is too much. Let's go with 'Reaper'."

Reaper sounded cooler than some gibberish language, after all.

Rolling to a stop as a group of armed thugs showed up, with their assortment of SMGs and handguns, her red-ringed eyes flickered over to their weapons for a couple of moments, before smiling. They were using Courtlandt Ophelia 3-17s? She used to love that, if only because those weapons became dirt cheap once Courtlandt gave up on trying to get into the weapon's market and just went full liquidation mode. She motioned for Honoka to stay in the car, before walking out. To no one's surprise, Blitz had gotten there first, and was already trying to peddle some heavier arms.

Josephine sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Typical Blitz, having no idea at all about cost-efficiency. SMGs and handguns, even shitty ones made by Courtlandt Holdings, were already enough to kill men who only really had access to strength-boosting Underarmor. And if handguns and high-calibre assault rifles could both provide the same thing, why on earth would they switch it up? So some greedy death-merchant could make more money?

"Better off peddling power armor to their rivals first, if you want to convince them to up their offensive options," Josephine muttered under her breath, before approaching, standing a step or so behind and beside the flight-armored fellow.

If this was going to turn into a gun fight, she'd like to have a shield in place, even if only for a couple of seconds.

"If Don Miggerton asks, this is about the weapon used to mess up the Himuras."

Blitz was a weapons guy, after all. Hopefully they could put two and two correctly and make their own assumptions from there.

[User]
Well it was certainly good that only one person had access to this. The carnage the mark wielders could wreak if they simply wanted to cause chaos was immense. Massacring entire skyscrapers, civic buildings, the entirety of the Thremont lord's school she had attended, the possibilities were endless and terrifying. The question was, and she should probably thought of the question before she was half way between Cash's residence and Wirefort, was whether the sources in Cash's notebook could have been found by others researching the incident as well. Obviously Cash had knowledge of the existence of nightmares was an advantage in his research but someone could potentially find this out now that the symbol and incident existed to provide a starting point.

As with before Advent was falling behind, though now that they were in the darker bits of the city she had the luxury of using one of her seekers to keep track of the others and find her shortcuts. With how bad the traffic was her lower to speed was made up with the ability to take side streets and weave recklessly through through traffic. Apart from one instance where she had to use the seeker to scare off a bunch of muggers in a dark ally the tactic was successful in letting here keep up.

It was through that seeker, currently hugging a shadow on the side of one of the buildings, that she heard the conversation as she caught up with the two vehicle convoy. She had pulled the gas mask over her face before arriving on the scene as a vague attempt to protect her identity, a habit from back when she was doing the run for info at the Necronomicon. Hopping of the bike a little distance away and calmly wheeling the it towards them in an nonthreatening manner. Arriving just as End gave her muttered comment

As someone who had invented the art biological firearms basically from scratch advent felt that what Blitz was selling was better odds of actually hitting the target. Just chucking projectiles out as the overly complex Courtlandt Holdings SMGs did was not the right way to make a weapon for someone who could aim. Then again it was unlikely those goons could aim, but at this range it would hardly matter. She tired her best to ignore the varicose small arms pointed their way.

"Bigger is better if you want to actually hit something though."

She muttered to End through the mask. Then she leaned against the side of the armored vehicle while the arms dealer and the assassin did their vague negotiate strategy. Personally she would have just told them they were here to do some information brokering, but she did not exactly look like someone worth talking to in her field medic getup. Not that Painstalkers exactly had a look per say, but putting on a street magic performance to prove she was the real deal was more trouble than it was worth.

"You all doing alright in End's metal box?"

She asked End's passengers, trying to take her own and their minds of the danger. All they could do was wait to see how the thugs reacted. Her various minions where stationed around the nearby sewer exits in case taht reaction was to start shooting.

[Assistant]
The revelations about this particular Nightmare's nature disturbed Jiangli. He never particularly liked dealing with the more esoteric varieties of Nightmare such as this one. Something like this being weaponized by malicious parties definitely should have attracted Prohibitum attention if they ever caught wind of it, but it seemed that the Cleaners had heard first. Likely for the better, all things considered. Still, if they failed here, Sanctum would have to be notified. Perhaps the threat of this Nightmare being utilizied by Painstakers would get the Prohibitum off of their asses.

Either way, Runner geared up into his armor before they left Cash's residence, clipping his pistol and sword onto his side as he clambered into an available van.

As the group of Cleaners were stopped by a crew of thugs, Runner stayed silent in the back, letting Blitz and End handle the negotiations. As a former Agent, he was out of his depth dealing with the mundane criminal element. Instead, he let one hand fall down to the pistol clipped to his side, letting it rest there for now.


[System]
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[User]
"Dragons, yes. However, humans-" Aredis winced when the woman clasped his weak shoulder and then let out a small groan when she toppled over, nearly pulling him down with her. His shoulder ached profusely. Having lost his train of thought, he had meant to finish, yet the lizard had already stalked over to the apparent devout woman. Curiosity, as well as dull pain, tugged at his mind and drew him to follow the man beast and the orc to the woman on the floor. She was obscenely inebriated. It seemed she had plenty to forget and come to terms with, just as he. Another person of faith trying to discover themselves all over again. With a labored and slow movement, he grasped the carved badger head of his staff and would tap the woman's played leg with a gentle tink tink.

"Indeed, our eyes that were opened are now closed, gouged as you said." Aredis replied to her previous comment. "Yet as much as I would discuss such a thing, the world laments. The earth cries out in such abject agony that any of. Us may only guess at." The druid closed his eyes and let out some deep breaths and continued. "I understand that some find comfort in the arms of a maid, or the bottom of a stein. However, that comfort is short lived for reality must return eventually, and you would be none better off upon sobering. I suggest you and the other about this place accept what has happened." Hair had fallen in his face now, and he pushed it aside with a stained finger. He stretched his bare feet against the warm wood and dirt floor. They were were blackened by the elements, calloused from years of wear in the brush. Pulling his hair back behind his head, he removed his hands and it stayed in a makeshift pony tail with no apparent fasten.

The sound within the bar had begun to Mae his head pound. Without waiting for the woman to answer, he would turn brusquely to the lizard man and attempt. To finish his conversation.

"You appear a muddied half breed. That is what is unnatural about you. I love all creatures of this world that come about by the grace of the...former...Earthmother." Perhaps Aredis was indignant, perhaps he was still angry. Either way he was just going out of his head today. He instinctively rubbed the amulet, and shuddered at it feel.

[Assistant]
Vathalyk didn't feel comfortable. For a few days after the event that presumably had been the fall of not only one, but all of the gods, he had hardly noticed anything. Fyr didn't believe in the same gods as humans did -- in fact they didn't truly believe in any god in the conventional sense at all. However his close connection to his human friend had helped him notice the sudden change in behavior much more earlier. While he could only assume that the vast majority of his kind was still oblivious to what had happened, he had already come over the worst part of grief.

The village had turned into a strange place. Normally he would never ever have dared to stroll across any of its muddy roads so openly, but now it seemed as if almost all of the inhabitants were expecting the sky itself to come crushing down on them within the next hours. Well, in a twisted and metaphorical sense, that had actually happened... but in what way was locking onself into one's own small house supposed to help ? Didn't they know that life had to go on somehow until it came to a definite end ? Maybe they'd find out after they had run out of candles, but until then Vathalyk expected to have a lot more of unexpected 'free time' to venture into places he wouldn't have put one of his toes into just a mere were ago.

Currently he was located at the marketplace, in the midst of the bunch of traders that seemed to be much more worried about dumping their half-assed merchandise into the next unwary customer's pocket than about him. An unusual experience to say the least, but once Vathalyk dared to reach out for a promising looking apple a much more familiar reaction finally occurred: His hand, that enormous looking thing with nails resembling claws, was firmly slapped by the apple's current owner. "Don't touch that! You have to buy it!"

Vathalyk raised his head and looked at the fat man. If there was night one could see his ever-glowing eyes gently illuminating the spot he aimed them at, but at this time of the day it was nothing more than a simple stare. "Am I not allowed to inspect anything before buying it ?" He didn't wait for an answer, but instead lowered his head to sniff. Even the merchant could see how unfeasible it was to try and have any impact on those horns with bare hands, so Vathalyk was allowed to do what he wanted and come to a conclusion: "That thing's halfway rotten anyway! Can't you smell it ?" and he grimaced.

The man put his massive palms onto the desk, the latter thing protesting audibly against his overabundance of soft, wobbly girth. Just two words, spoken out with a decent degree of disgust, if not flat-out hate. "Get away!". Vathalyk complied. He wasn't eager to engage into anything right now, even if he could reasonably have. It was rather clear that he would not be able to pick up anything of real value here, even though the few pieces of cloth offered by the neighbouring trader indeed appeared to be in better shape than the worn-out shirt and trousers he was wearing. At least the rope holding the two things together around his waist was quite new!

Vathalyk continued his stroll. There was no real clue in his mind about the village's layout, so his next move was basically a random one. However, intentionally or not, it managed to get him in proximity to the local tavern. And what a mess it was! It seemed that those few who didn't have a home to barricade in or didn't want to go there for other reasons had decided to wash away their worries with... what was it called ? Beer ? Yeah, that probably was the name. He had not drunk that stuff himself before and had no real plan for a first encounter right here and right now, but a large part of him was intrigued by the gathering anyway. Maybe there was another reason to it than drinking as well ?

Not knowing what would await him inside, Vathalyk entered. Or well... he tried the best he could. As he could hear the tips of his horns scratching along the wooden ceiling the desire grew to turn around and get out much faster than he was getting in. Just going backwards however wasn't a real option since it would deteriorate the situation unfolding above his head by snagging. Turning around ? If that damned corridor would have been wider that would have been much more easy to achieve. So he ducked and ventured forth, into the main hall that, to his amazement, seemed to already have attracted other beings than humans and his own as well. What was going on here ?

Vathalyk instantly sought for one of the walls. With his back to it there'd be no chance of anyone coming in from behind -- and he would be able to watch everyone's move in front of him. Also neither the chairs nor the tables looked as if they were a match for his weight, so just leaning back standing appeared to be the best option.

[User]
"Acceptance," She howled outwards, even as the orc lifted her up. Beast! She thought to herself, but her limbs refused to act, to show the creature the might with which she... No longer wielded. "I aught to accept what the world has thrown at I?" She wasn't making proper sense any more, but the words kept coming out, stumbling over one another even as the greenskined... Creature hefted her up and dumped her on her feet. She hissed at it, or at least she thought she did, it probably sounded more like she had almost sneezed. "My senses dulled! My divine gone! I stand here, prostrating myself to mortals for coin! Where aught I go for this acceptance?" She slammed her fist down against the top of the bar, stumbling back and away from the man offering out a job. The sheer force of her fistfall caused the stone to groan at the impact, and she had only just restrained herself from slamming the sharpened end of her axe down again.

She turned to the orc, inebriated to the point where obscenities wouldn't come out of her mouth, and nothing but obscenities. "Your... Mother sounds capable for an orc." She hiccuped unexpectedly, and then groaned. Why did this have to happen? "WHY?!" She spoke again when she intended to keep her mind and mouth closed. Damnations. DAMNATIONS. She managed not to say that one, thankfully.

Then her head whipped about. "The earthmother? One of the forest? Oh a cruel trick the world likes to play! I am of the field. Was of the field? I know not if I am or was or will be. " She reached in to her armour and yanked out her holy symbol, practically shoving it in his face, before turning back to the job-giver, the amulet clinking against her mail. "A job! Yes! A job. That is the one thing I require, a way to escape this inescapable. Lethargy! Yes, that is the word and the world that I inhabit. Lethargy, lethargy lethargy, it sticks to me like a parasite, I wish to strip it, exorcise it out of me in its entirety."

[Assistant]
The dragon was getting a refill on his drink, watching the madness that was the two humans of faith doing their thing, when the nearby ork spoke up. He could forgive orks more than humankind. At least they didn't pretend to know everything, acting like they were the rulers of the world. Orks were down-to-earth warrior-kind, not like these squishy and frail creatures at all. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalled that it was orks who helped forge the pole-arm on his back. For that, if nothing else, there was at least some credibility to their kind in his eye. Taking a pull of his drink, he explained.

"What? No no no... It was never like that. There was a curse, one from so long ago that even we forgo-"

The human priest interrupted him. The damned priest, thinking he knows the world, when what he understood barely fit in this pint of rum. The scaled warrior put down his tankard at the bar, and stepped forward to stand before the man, dominating his vision now as he was glared upon like he was a field mouse waiting to be chomped. He was close enough that the priest would find the smell of burning on his breath.

"I am not a half-breed and I do not even know if it is even possible to breed with one of you. Any man who would doubt me is a fool as is, but a man of faith who will not believe has much further to fall."

To punctuate the word 'fall', he gave the priest a light shove...which would probably knock him on his ass if it connected. Either way, he would see that this dragon creature was fast and strong, and not one who liked to be trifled with. The slitted eyes narrowed a bit, now.

"Speak to me in such a manner again, and I will show you who is muddled."

With that, he returned to his drink, one of his eyes having momentarily focused on one of the nearby figures. No, not the demon. He saw him holding up the wall and did not so much as flinch. No, it was the other one...with the pointy ears. Impossible... Shouldn't they all be dead? Has the world changed so much now? What else was wrong here?

[User] Orky looks over to the Holy Woman let's puts on somber eyes. He scratches his head and then let's out a sigh. "Ma'am my Mama was a Human, and yes she is a very capable person. But please you seem a little under the weather would you like a seat?" Orky then grabs the closest chair near him and put it near the Holy Woman so she may take a seat. He then turns to the bartender and pulls out a few messily coins out of his pocket. He had got them when some people threw it at him to go away. "Sir may I have a glass of water for the lady?" Orky didnt even know if it was enough gold for some water, he just wanted to help the lady even though she seemed reluctant to his help.

[Assistant]
The bartender, who was a lanky, old man, took a long, hard look at the orc, then glanced at the drunken paladin, who's tab had grown quite large, and then turned around to look for some water. He walked into a room behind the counter, grabbed a mug and dipped it into a barrel of clear liquid. It WAS water, but what good was water anyway? It was dirty most of the time, and people got sick by drinking it. The lanky, old man returned and found the orc still waiting. Fair enough, the coins were also there... A little dirty, but dirty water got you dirty coins.

"Here you go, lad. Have her avoid breaking anything else..." Whined the bartender and placed the mug on the counter, right in front of the green skinned fellow. The old man's long fingers picked up the coins and dropped them in a sack on his belt.


[System]
Age: 21

Gender: M

Height: 5'10

Weight: 150 lbs

Appearance:

Personality:
Care-free and laid back, Kazuo Sanada is a young man that is the epitome of the 'average', twenty-something year old male living on his own in the sprawling, technologic metropolis that is Tokyo. Usually an optimist with a charming and crooked smile, he's quite approachable and friendly when it comes to meeting strangers. To those he's already friends with, one can express him as 'casual' ; he's quite calm and light. To him, just sitting and chatting at a local cafe or with an open pack of beer indoors would be the ideal way to 'kick back' with his buddies. He is soft spoken, though quite stubborn and standoffish when upset. He's no push-over, but he is understanding and practical.

Despite his warm and laxed demeanor, however, Kazuo is very much a capable Chaser. Behind gentle eyes and his thin frame, he's a monstrosity who holds no ounce of mercy to the youkai that he strikes down. Though he may not be as physically capable as some of his 'colleagues', this is counteracted by the fearsome power granted to him by the Crimson Sky.

Skills and Powers:
"Crimson Fragment" - a very peculiar name chosen by Kazuo for a very peculiar power. It takes the form of a dense, scarlet spherical mass of unadulterated energy that is boundlessly above anything that this Earth could have ever created, natural or man made. It is highly unstable and could potentially be catastrophic to both himself and his allies, as it's two principal properties are that of corrosion and explosion.

In it's 'dormant' form, it is a small sphere that levitates around him. It is capable of homing onto targets at high-velocities when willed by Kazuo. With that being said, Crimson Fragment is a power that Kazuo can manipulate at will, so long as his mental capacity is sturdy enough to maintain the precision and concentration it takes to use it. This is the true 'form' of his power, as it allows him to be infinitely diverse in combat - he can configure the Fragment to any shape, size, or density he wishes.

Noticeable forms and effects of Crimson Fragment:

- Flattens and widens out to become a strong shield.
- Elongates and narrows to become a throw-able spear.
- Tendrils of energy can erupt from the 'dormant' Fragment, which can lash out at enemies.
- Sudden release of his 'hold' on the sphere, which causes it to become unstable and explode.
- Expands into a large, dense ball almost as big as he, which he propels and circulate around him ; eats up anything it touches.

This power, of course, is limited to his physical and mental capacity, i.e. he cannot expand the ball to be any bigger than himself, as that is the size that strains him the most. The Fragment also exhausts him with each of it's transformation, so his endurance in a battle is severely compromised the longer it plays out.

Because of the nature of his power paired with his lower athleticism, he is considered to be more of a 'burst' fighter. This essentially means that his potential truly shines as a devastating and powerful Chaser at the start of a battle, but becomes greatly hindered if he cannot finish the job in time.

Bio:
Currently finishing up his degree in accounting, a career path that he had just randomly decided on during his final months of secondary school, Kazuo is casually enjoying his youth by maintaining an acceptable grade in school, as well as idling day by day by taking walks to his local bookstores in hopes of catching up with his favorite manga series, going to his favorite cafes for a sip of coffee with friends and acquaintances, or just cozying up at his townhouse to play video games. He is currently a part-timer at the bookstore he frequents, trying to slowly ween his way out of his parent's financial help with living on his own (for which he is genuinely greatful for).

Kevin believed that it was genuinely an accident that he became a Chaser, and that fate had played a cruel prank on him. If he had not decided to stay back for that one minute it took him to read the back of a new novel that caught his eye on the way out of the book store, he would have not missed the ride on the subway. If he had not missed his ride on the subway, he wouldn't have been forced to walk home. If hadn't been forced to walk home, then he could have avoided the youkai that forever changed his life.

It was in a dark alleyway that Kazuo laid sprawling, blood seeping from his gut. His body was bruised and cut to shreds, and leaning over him was a monstrosity that he had never seen before. As he laid there on the ground, eyes open but the light slowly fading as he gradually began to die, he thought to himself that he shouldn't have taken that shortcut thru the dark and suspicious alleyway. If he could, he would've laughed to himself for being so stupid.

But though life had decided to punish him for whatever reason, it was not ready for him to die just yet. For as Kazuo laid there, ready to have his body further ripped apart as the life burned away, the sky above him turned a deep crimson, as if his own blood had spilled enough to seep into the clouds themselves. His eyes strained as they involuntarily twisted to look up, his body suddenly convulsing. Heat seeped back into his limbs, and although the pain was beyond belief, a gush of sweet air exploded back into his lungs.

His spastic body made the youkai hesitate for a split second, but that opening was just enough. Kazuo leapt to his feet, blood gushing from his wounds but stood with such a sturdy stance as if his injuries was nothing more than a small bug bite. He struck his hand forward and the air in front of him warped with such intensity that it seemed to have ripped a piece of reality apart as a ball of crimson energy materialized and shot out. It blasted through the demon like paper, before lodging itself against the cement wall of an abandoning building before detonating. The explosion was big enough to annihilate the small block into nothing. And it wasn't like a burning combustion either ; it was as if everything seemed to have been disintegrated into nothing.

Within minutes, the police and firefighters came to investigate, but there was no trace of the monstrosity, or Kazuo.

A few years later, the young man is still living his life as if nothing had ever happened. Only difference now is that he is a capable youkai killer, and is an adept member of the mysterious and deadly Chasers. Oh, and he has developed quite an appreciation for cosplay.

Equipment: N/A

Other: He loves sweets.

[User]
Yamato smiled at Shiina's kind words, and winked. "Ever so gracious, as expected of you." After that, he turned around to look at Ikkime, who spoke to him. Ikkime was also one of the employees at the cafe whose company Yamato enjoyed, and while she wasn't quite as exciting as Shiina, nonetheless he couldn't help but smile at her snarky words.
"My sweet Ikkime, your tongue bites like the venom of a midgardsorm. Why would I command you to bow before me when I have not yet conquered this mortal world, and formed the Ikusaba Empire? Truly such a feat requires time, even from one such as I. But once made reality it will last for a thousand years, possibly even more should I attain the secret of immortality. Then you may kneel before me."
He paused for a moment to take out his pouch, and sprinkled some seeds on a nearby table while he took the tea offered to him. His hamsters clambered out of his scarf, down his arm, and to the table to eat. "But I have to say, you also look lovely today, especially in that captivating attire of yours. French fashion suits your cute nature."

Yamato was then greeted by Kazuo, another Chaser who also appreciates the beauty of the cafe's attendants. He gave out an evil laugh in response to his joke. "HA HA HAAH! You amuse me, Scarlet Sorcerer. Why yes, my recent endeavors have gone magnificently, for I have slain the Lernaean Hydra and tamed the demonic Rakshasa as but a few examples of my deeds. I assume you have also been victorious in your crusades against my competitors in the Underworld? They are but mere hindrances in my quest for dominance over Earth of course, but demon nobles are never to be taken lightly."

Ayato, another Chaser Yamato knew, also appeared, and Yamato greeted him with the same haughtiness as before. "Greetings to you, Revenant of the Silent Shadow. I see you have also answered the Horn of Gathering."
He then turned around to Eos, who somehow escaped his gaze until now. She directly competed with Shiina for being his favorite employee at the cafe. "I will have a serving of cortado, thank you. I would also like to add that you are absolutely charming as always, my elegant Eos."
Others also arrived at the cafe, but they were either unknown to him, or didn't hold his interest. Instead, he directed his attention towards Shiina's speech. It was interrupted, however, when a stranger appeared, and he saw Shiina throw a knife with the power of his Evil Eye.

Yamato added to Shiina's words at the stranger: "We are currently conducting business not fit for unworthy ears. Leave this place, or be prepared to fight." He had his hamsters line up on his outstretched arm.

[Assistant]
Ikkime chuckled at Yamato "Ah but of course, a very long time indeed" she rolled her eyes at his comments and bit and dipped her head "As distasteful as compliments are, thank you Oh great overlord, I might not have to kill you...yet, but those wondering eyes of yours better stick to wondering..." her eyes glowing purple at the end of her statement before they returned to their normal purple hue. She watched Sanada come in and take a cup of tea, complimenting her as well "Oh the everlasting charm does not end today, it was nice to see you Master Sanada, as pleasant as always" she joked and gave a curt smile before taking another sip of her tea.

Not to long after Ayato appeared as well and she gave a slight head nod to him "Welcome back Master Ayato, though I do wish you would come back when it's not a job calling you here" she teased a little and smiled small before looking at Eos. Frowning slightly "Oh sorry Eos, I hadn't even seen you, I deeply apologize for my rudeness" in truth she really hadn't seen her. To her, her Co-Workers were truly her good friends and not even acknowledging one of them was rude to her. Soon after Kazuo also entered "Good evening Master Kazuo, nice to see more familiar faces" she winked at him and turned her attention to the two strangers talking about the job. She nodded and listened watching peoples reactions slightly.

Not to shortly however, Shiina threw a knife at the door and Ikkime sighed. Watching Yamato even say something she stood up and walked towards the knife before others could start sending threats "WAIT! Now, Boss the doorway didn't do anything to you, no need to throw a knife towards it" taking it out of the door, she used her aura tail to move it back and looked at the kid and back to them "It's a bit of an odd time to come to a Cosplay Cafe, at least we typically never get customers this late. Not only that, you did use the Chaser calling system, maybe we have a new face in town?" she looked back and him and lowered her voice and spoke quickly.

"If you value your life and body parts, I would speak up, or i'm going to have to clean you up from the floor" she looked at him with her glowing purple eyes. The whole reason she was sticking up for the kid was...well stated, she didn't want to clean up blood. As much fun as it seemed, it wasn't. Nor would the mess of a fight be any more fun to clean up either, better to be a peace keeper then to be someone who stays quiet. "What's your name?" she looked at him and moved to the side so everyone could see him.