[System]
Amelia Anne Shirewood

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Age:
21
Ethnicity:
Caucasian; her family comes from England and has some German and French ancestry
Height:
5'3"
Weight:
123lb
Family:
Lt. Arthur James Shirewood (father; deceased)
Charline Elizabeth Fleur Shirewood (mother; alive)
Heather Antionette Shirewood (younger sister; alive)
Skills:
As all young women settlers are taught, Amelia was taught make of the household arts, like sewing, mending, cooking, cleaning, ect. But she is also a skilled reader and writer, unlike many settlers. She enjoys learning about the plants of the plains and is a rather skilled gatherer, able to tell many helpful wild plants from the poisonous for the most part. Along with that, she also helps tend the vegetable garden, much to the bane of her mother. Skills of a 'lady' were also taught to her, but for the most part it went in one ear and out the other. Listening to such boring and rather useless lesson on how to dress, how to have conversations with each different station of a person in society, and which fork to use at dinner parties is hardly useful in the plains. But try telling that to her mother. At least her sister likes that sort of thing, so Amelia doesn't have to be under that pressure anymore.

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[User]
The sky was a grey colored mist when she woke up that morning. Her sister slept soundly on the other side of the bed, deep sleeper like she was. But Amelia woke up early this morning. She woke up early when she knew that they would be visiting the pond out back. Untying her sun-highlighted brown hair from her sleeping curls, she pulled it all back behind her head and tied it up loosely. Pulling on a powder blue dress and the grey apron she always wore around the farm, she picked up her shoes and snuck out into the narrow hallway.

On the second floor, were everyone slept, there was a small powder room. She passed it by though, considering her mother might wake if she heard Amelia washing her face. Her mother was an educated, newly widowed, society butterfly, as far as women settlers went. Mrs. Shirewood was an upright woman with high standards for her daughters, as well as everyone else around them. She'd have a fit if she saw what Amelia looked like. That fit would be even worse if she knew where her eldest daughter was going.

Slipping down the stairs as quietly as she could manage, Amelia went to the kitchen. She grabbed an apple and a piece of bread and cheese to break her fast, eating it in a hurry. Using the kitchen basin she washed her face and hands, before rushing to the pantry and grabbing one of the larger baskets on the floor. Last night she had filled it with less desired pantry foods that her mother normally over looked. It was all good food, just not favored by the social queen of Rolling Hills Township. Shoes and basket in hand, she slipped out into the misty humid morning. Their small whitewashed farm house stood in the middle of a sea of fields.

With her father gone due to small pox, planting season had been managed by all three Shirewood women. With the help of Zachary, their neighbors eldest son, of course. Zachary was two years older than her, three-and-twenty, and still unmarried. Of course Amelia knew the reason he was still unmarried was because he fancied her. But the curly haired blonde with the stream-water blue eyes just did not rile any emotion in her.

In fact she felt quiet unimpressed and dispassionate about his suit. But perhaps this up coming year she would consider him. She wasn't getting any younger, as her mother constantly reminded her. Most of the other settler's daughters had been married off by now and had at least one or two babes. And her sister, Heather, a blossom of beauty in her seven-and-ten years, could not marry until Amelia formally tied the knot.

But as Amelia trudged out into the grey veiled morning, trailing her way through the tough sea of corn stalks, all of those troubles seemed to wash away. She hummed softly, finally breaking into the clearing around the giant oak tree near the small pond. Setting the basket down at the foot of the tree, she brushed off her reddened hands. Everything was peaceful, the morning doves cooing their melancholy melodies while the swooping sparrows twittered about her head.

She went to the edge of the clearing, closest to the tree, where all the wild flowers grew. Still humming softly to herself, Amelia began to pick a small bouquet of the Queen Anne's lace, daisies and iron weed flowers. A rustle behind her made her start and turn around quickly.

[Assistant]
The people of Rolling Hills were quite tolerant of the tribe as long as everyone kept out of everyone's way, so once or twice each turn of the seasons the tribe sent people into town to trade. And since Wild Rose was his little sister and she was sick with the White Man's illness, so Attacking Hawk had been chosen to travel to the settlement of Rolling Hills in hopes of trading for medicine. He had brought a pony to help carry everything, and he would trade the horse as well if that is what it took. Rolling Hills were tolerant but they didn't shy from setting exorbitant prices on some of the goods.

He had left the tribe yesterday morning, and had travelled the entire day through woods that slowly turned into meadows. The closer to Rolling Hills that he came, the more signs there were of the White Settlers. He passed an abandoned wood cabin with the roof caved in, and he found an old camping ground which he made use of that night. The sun wasn't even in the sky when he set off again, but Attacking Hawk wasn't about to waste more time. He would need all the time he had in order to trade with the White Man, and even that was too long.

The sun was over the horison and rising slowly in the sky when he came to a farm he knew was close to the town itself. The tribe called it White House simply because of the colour of the dwelling, and it stood out like a star in the large, vast fields that surrounded it. The man who had owned White House had always been friendly to the tribe and had allowed them to water horses on his land when they passed by. There was a large pond at the edge of the property, and this was where Attacking Hawk led his horses.

His horses heard it first, their ears turning forwards to listen better. Attacking Hawk heard it when the came out of the copice and the giant oak came into view. It was a soft humming, and around the edge of the tree's roots he could just barely see the edge of blue cloth. A white woman. What was she doing here all alone?

For a moment Attacking Hawk hesitated, but then he steered the horses around the pond to the opposite side of the white woman. He slid off his horse, landing softly and with a slight rustle in the grass, and then let the two horses find their own way to the water itself.

On the other side sat the woman in the blue dress, picking flowers and humming. Hopefully she would realise that he was only there to let the animals drink, and that he meant her no harm.

[User]
Amelia pressed a hand to her heart and let out a breathless laugh. "Oh stars on high!" She exclaimed in relief, "I thought you were a cougar or frightening beast!" Her observation skills out in the plains were probably not what they should be. But then again she was close to home. Didn't everyone let down their guard some when they were close to home?

She smiled warmly and set her gather of flowers to the side. Examining the native that had come to water his horse, like many did during the trading season, she wondered just what the tribes fed their men to make them get as tall as this one. He was a sight that would make even a grown man faint. Tall and broad-shouldered, his skin was bronzed by the sun and his eyes were as deep shadows. Long straight hair let to fall about loosely around his shoulders and arms, he was worlds different than any man of Rolling Hills.

While most men were built like stout strong barns, this man had the appearance of both power and agility. Someone who could leap onto a bare-back horse with ease and grace. Grace was most certainly not a word she would use to describe Zachary... But the difference between the two men was as different as water and fire.

She pushed a stray strand of curling copper hair behind her ear and picked up the rations she had taken from the pantry that morning. With a breezy smile, she patted the basket and gestured to him from across the pond. "You came into town to trade, right? Is there any meat I can barter from you?"

[Assistant]
Most white people would argue that he was a frightening beast, and that he was ten times worse than meeting a cougar. She simply laughed and waved it off. Attacking Hawk didn't move any closer to the water, let alone around the pond. Instead he stood there between his two horses and let them have their fill. He was just about to pick up the reins and move on when the white woman spoke to him again, this time inquiring about trade.

Attacking Hawk turned to look at her. As far as he knew white women usually didn't have anything to do with trading or any sort of business at all, and he wasn't certain exactly how much he could trust her. Nor did he know what she had to give in return, but that was easily rectifiable.

"Medicine. Have white medicine? Trade medicine." He spoke a bit slowly to make sure that he pronounced the words correctly. Roaring Thunder Bird was the expert on the white man's language, not Attacking Hawk.

He prayed to the spirits that the White Man's medicine would help his sister.

[User]
Whether is was because she had been sheltered by her mother or because she had known her father to be friendly towards the Indians, Amelia was friendly with this one. But if she weren't would she really find what she was looking for? The likelihood of this brave having what she was looking for was slim, but you never knew until you tried, right? And it was important to find it.

After her father's death, it had been Amelia who had taken up the trading. She didn't know much of the tribal languages, but she did know some of the sign language. Other than that, she usually assumed the natives who wished to trade would now some English. And usually that assumption was right. Usually. Just like how she knew that the pond was a well traveled watering spot for those who passed through.

He was calm and stoic to her, like most natives around white people. Well, tag was alright. She didn't need friendly conversation from him, just to look at whatever he was going to trade before he got to the trading post. But when he asked if she had any medicine, she got a bit confused.

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" She asked from across the pond. Her voice carried on the wind, bouncing off the glass-like water. The air still had the cool grey-blue mist of morning in it. The sky was only lit by the teasing tendril of the rising sun. Once that ball of fire broke over the horizon, the sky would ignite into a burst of warm colors to soak the land in it's golden blush.

[Assistant]
Now how could he explain things properly in a language that he didn't know all that well? It took a moment to sit down on the edge of the water of the pond, letting the two horses wander off to graze nearby, but Attacking Hawk waited for longer as he carefully chose words from his limited repertoire. Only when he was certain that he had chosent he best ones did he actually speak to answer her question.

"Medince for much-" he mimicked coughing. Then he put a hand on his forehead like a mother usually did when checking the temperature. "Hurts much." He tapped his nose. "Full. No air." And finally he touched his throat. "Hurts much, no speak. Long sick. Is White Man sick. Understand?"

He wondered how she could help him out at all. She wasn't an official trader in Rolling Hills, and he didn't see any special medicine with her. The shaman had tried all known cures that he knew to help Wild Rose, and it hadn't worked. This was one of the diseases that the whites had brought with them so they should have the medicine necessary.

"Have white medicine?" Attacking Hawk asked once more.


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

[User]
It looked like the advance of the Arbites and the Astartes was short lived, and it soon turned into a running retreat when the Soritas claimed that an Emperor-bleeding Earth-Shaker cannon was aiming at their position. He didn't outwardly panic, or even inwardly panic. But Herold knew when to back the fuck up and find cover, so he did.

He slipped the shield onto his back and turned to run, Orkish bullets scraping the rockrete and one or two even ricocheted off his shield. Orks weren't the best of shooters however, as most know. Once Adrianne dealt with the big one, a lot of the fight went out of the others as well. It probably kept him from getting a bullet in the legs.

Herold weathered the intense barrage, almost in awe at the power the Imperium and the Emperor could wrought upon its enemies. He'd seen many engines of war, but he supposed he didn't expect the sheer white of the first explosion, and the silence that followed once the barrage was over with.

He said nothing, bolstered by the display of the shredded ground before them. "Good to go." He assured them, his shock maul vibrating to life once more.

[Assistant]
Sooner that she expected and certainly later than she hoped, finally the orks were dealt with. She really hated this Imperium... She missed the freedom of renegade space. The certainty that you choose what to do and not someone else, but this as much as Vala hated it, was her life now. There was no other option beside death and dammit death wasn't an option... yet.

 "Yes..." Vala replied, noting the servo-skulls. She pulled her toolcase that she always kept with herself." Might take a little bit of time though. Give me a few minutes to make the needed alterations. These mechanicus branded stuff were always notoriously annoying to alter. They do love to make things as hard for outsiders to alter as possible." She smiled.

 "Just get me to a safe enough position and grant me maybe six or seven minutes to make the adjustments." Vala stated, eyeing Adrianne's servoskulls with teh very predatory eyes of an engineer that just saw his new toys." Won't take much more than that provided no one drops a shell on me or something." She added with a sarcastic smirk.

 She could work here, but there was the chance the orks would show up before she finishes cuase one never knew how far those greenskins were. Better get to a more secluded position adn work there nearly at the location they will need the servo skulls at.

[User]
"Wasn't that what I suggested in the beginning?"

Adrianne commented with a slight sound of annoyance, still feeling amped up after the last fight and shelling.

And it didn't help that she felt deeply troubled by just the sheer, almost maddening look the party's resident techno-heretic was giving her venerable servo-skulls!

In her mind, she couldn't help but think Vala's free spirit and all-too-loose relationship with Imperial was bound to lead to trouble. Free thinking was the path to heresy! Although Adrianne found herself stopping that train of though before it could ever manifest into words... partly because it would have made herself a hypocrit!

"I guess there's no point complaining."

She thought to herself, before raising one gloved hand in the rain to point at a direction towards the north west.

"There is an abandoned Mechanicum storage house just half a click from here. It's a bit out of the way, but therefore it'll also be our best bet if we want to avoid the greenskins."

[Assistant]
Ansgar kept the volume of fire up as best he could considering he had to take friendly fire into consideration, as it would likely be frowned upon by the Celestian for stray rounds to find targets that they were not intended for. Thankfully, the only person readily in his way was the Arbites, who was advancing on the Ork as both Psyker and Apothecary continued their own attacks. Every time the Ork wasn't hosing the ruined bunker down with heavy amounts of firepower the Krieger was poking out, firing from his Type XIV (Heavy) before ducking back down when return fire grew too voluminous to trust his armor to shrug off. However, it wasn't until he heard that all too familiar sound of incoming artillery fire that he ducked and stayed down, covering the back of his neck just in case as he ducked down as the explosive shells made impact and turned the Ork into little more than a footnote in the after action report.

Once the shells finished landing, the Krieger was back up, sweeping through the smoke and debris with his weapon, looking for any survivors of the blasts. Nothing, though he remained on guard, scanning their surroundings while talk of a plan and further proceedings continued. Apparently the Celestian intended to use the Psyker's original plan to use her servo skulls as spotters for artillery strikes, which the Krieger still did not approve of. From the sounds of the comment, the psyker was irritated with not having gone through with it in the first place. "Long as it is defensible. It is unlikely the Orks will not notice their missing... vehicles." Ansgar hesitated to call the rolling piles of scrap and armor vehicles, but they technically performed in those roles from what he had seen of them thus far.


[System]
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:

Rank: Corporal
Class: Scout

Weapons and Equipment:
-Rifle: Gallian-3R
-Sidearm: Viper-E-9
-Grenades: B-Type M3x3
-Melee: Combat Knifex2

Personality: James very reliable person, who will, despite his smart assness, always have your back. He's also an optimist, preferring to see the best before he sees the worst.
Bio: Born to a butcher and waitress, James grew up learning how to chop up and find the best picks in meat when he wasn't at school or military training. His father was proud of his son, who excelled as a marksman in his training, was passing all his classes with at least a B+, and was taking to being a butcher so well. He also somehow managed to stay out of trouble despite his quips at teachers.

However, as it grew closer to his 18th birthday, James put some serious thought into joining the military instead of just becoming another militia bumpkin. He spoke for hours on end with his mom and dad on the matter, his mother in strong support and already envisioning her son in a uniform and his dad, while disappointed his son wouldn't immediately take over the family business at the Strongarm Butcher Shop, suggested he try to reach a rank of a Non-Commisioned Officer, such as Sergeant. The day of his 18th birthday, James enlisted and passed his advanced training with flying style, if not spotlessly. His record had at least four different times when he'd smarted off to his Drill Sergeant.

Having served for six years, he's never quite made it past Lance Corporal because of his mouth. Most recently, his smart mouth got him attached to the Gallian Militia. He made a joke about his unit's captain with the captain right behind him.

RP Sample: Lance Corporal James Hunt stood at his post guard the central communications area and, despite his best efforts, let loose a yawn, prompting PFC Hendricks, James's companion for the day to elbow him in the gut. "Come on, Corporal, I'm the one supposed to yawn after being at this all day. Wake up." Corporal James looked over at the PFC and yawned again, just to get on the PFC's nerves. Hendricks's response was to elbow the Corporal even harder. With a chuckle, James looks at the PFC again and slams his own elbow into Hendrick's gut, making the PFC double over.

"And miss all the uneventful stuff that goes on during communications guard detail? What ever would I do without you Hendricks?" Shaking his head scornfully, James leans back against the wall again and watches people come and go. Lieutenants, Majors, Colonel Majors, all these important people going in and out of the building and not one cared that the Lance Corporal and the PFC were bickering. "Besides, Captain Riserre only put us here because he's got a massive stick up his ass. Even Major Derald has issues with him." At this point, PFC Hendricks was giving the universal sign of stop as the Captain was right behind James. "Look at me, I'm Captain Riserre and I think I can rule my unit with an iron fist. Lance Corporal Hunt, you get all the boring assignments because I don't want you taking my job. And while you're at it, take Hendricks with you, he's too dull to make good company." James laughed and Hendricks facepalmed as Riserre cleared his throat, which had James standing at attention quickly.

"So you think I'm worried about you taking my job do you?" James quickly shook his head in the universal sign for negatory and the Captain laughed and walked away. James turned and slugged Hendricks in the arm.

"Thanks for the warning, jack ass." Hendricks shrugged and went back to watching people going in the communications center.

"I tried to tell you Captain Smart Ass." James grunted in a disapproving matter.

"No, you kept making a bunch of weird hand gestures, which isn't telling me anything."

[User]
The man that had confronted her first relented and signaled her to follow him. She knew how suspicious she must seem under these circumstances, but... she wasn't really in the mindset to think about that. She missed her squad, and she wanted to retrieve her father's Lance.

The man that had 'greeted' her spoke of sending a scouting party. She addresses the man Hunt addressed, assuming him to be the commanding officer, her. "Private Regan Durandal, sir. 11th squad was scouting ahead to make sure your path was clear when we were ambushed. We were... ambushed... if you decide to send a scouting party, I'd like to go with. I left my Lance, a Laancar-SH M01, and I'd like to retrieve it. I'd be dead if I didn't leave it."

[Assistant]
As the APC came to a stop, Andrew didn't seem to react in an overly major way. While others jumped over the sides or scrambled to get weapons ready or even just kept a look out for hostiles, he placed his Lance on his shoulder and seemed to relax a little bit as he waited. His logic on the matter was that until someone shouted 'Tank!' or 'Lancer!' all jumping out of the APC would do was make him a target.

When the scouting party returned plus one, PFC Macdonald listened in silence until the matter of what to do with the new girl came up. Her suggestion to go with the scouting team to recover her lance finally caused him to speak. "Sergent, if I may we should disarm and tie this girl up and keep her under watch until we can get in contact with the powers that be and confirm that she is who she claims she is. For all we know she's an imperial spy that will murder our scouts once they are far enough away and lead us into an ambush... at the very least she could report to the Imperial forces that we are in the area."

[User]
James listened to the MacDonald, mulling over what he'd said in his head. He'd already considered the possibility of her being an Imp saboteur who would sell them out the first chance she got, but had decided against it for two reasons; the first was that sword, it was foreign enough that he doubted they could get one easily. The second was in all the stories he'd been told about and all the videos he'd watched, the saboteur was packing standard issue Gallian weapons. So rather than risk them tying up one of their own, he spoke up. He did agree with her not going though, last thing a pair of scouts needed was a Lancer playing tag-a-long. "This doesn't feel like an Imperial set up. I mean, for starters that sword is too foreign. No way they'd get that easily and then field it to fool a bunch of Gallians that may or may not be coming. Then there's the fact that if she was a set up and this an ambush, they're waitin' an awfully long time to spring it."

James shrugs and rests his rifle against his shoulder, barrel pointing up. "Not to mention we don't know the other Squads' orders. But, I do agree with not takin' her along. Scouts move faster in pairs. Besides, what Imperial would take a piece of Gallian equipment when they're positive their stuff is better? We can get the lance, we just need the all clear to get going."

[Assistant]
Fina kept fidgetting all the way inside the APC, her own weapon rattling muffled by the APC's engine. She had shrivelled to the max, obviously hesitant and wary of the others inside the cramped space. She could start hyperventilating at any given moment, she never liked people this awfully close. And then, two things happened. Sergeant Harald spoke, inquiring about what they thought. Fina felt conflicted. On one way, she couldn't bring herself to break from her shell with so many people, on the other the sergeant was a nice person. At least at face value.

"I-I'll dodododo...my best." was Fina's sudden yet hushed and barely noticeable answer."Looks preprepretty hard. Peopeopeople might die today." She said, clutching her weapon.

And then gunfire shots were heard, following by a small commotion. Fina gripped her weapon tightly, her eyes gazing at the people who had jumped out of the APC without a second thought and then to a certain newcomer. With a rather uncoventional getup as well. And then some of the other people were dismissing her as an imperial spy. While others wanted to get the lance this girl claimed she had lost.

She slapped herself hard, trying to get a grip. "Are we re-really sure? We couldcould re-really use another lance bebecause of the tatanks. But we couldcould lose two scouts, too." Fina added, eyeing the over eager Hunt. "I'm sosorry, but it had to be sa-said."

[User]
Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

The Sergeant couldn't help but lean back slightly as MacDonald gave his spiel, caught off guard by the speech. It wasn't as though he disagreed with tub-thumping patriotism per se, but... Harald's main goal was survival for himself and the troops under his command; if he managed to help win the war in the process, then great, but if not... well, there were always openings for skilled hands in the Europan far north, where Darscens were more tolerated. He kept his peace though, not wanting to appear unpatriotic. A few of the others spoke their mind too, perhaps a sign that the training had broken some of the ice in Squad 4. Harald nodded confidently and was about to answer when a shot rang out in the nearby woods; Bons, now driving the APC at a decent clip, threw the brakes on in panic. There was a complicated moment involving the back door swinging open, the Sergeant loosing his footing to spill out onto the dirt road and the butt of a rifle landing in a sensitive spot between his legs. Harald's vision whitened for an instant and by the time he dragged himself upright, Hunt and Sykora had vanished. 'Fuck, shit, cunt...' He swore vehemently under his breathe but pulled himself together in time to get some orders yelled. 'Everybody out! Secure the perimetre, move it!' As the squad milled about in confusion, the two errant soldiers returned... with a prisoner?

Maybe it was the sudden stop or maybe the aching pain in his two veg, but Harald was mightily pissed off when Hunt reported in. 'Very fucking well Private, but the next time you run off on your own, I'll fucking 'ave y-'. He caught himself, a little late. '... There will be consequences. It could have been a trap for Valk's sake, you could have run into a firing squad. Or worse, gotten captured and then the squad, the Regiment, the whole damn operation would be compromised!' Harald again caught himself, realising how pointlessly angry he was getting. 'Just... just don't do it again. Wait for backup and orders next time, both of you.' He gave Sykora a meaningful glare to reinforce the point. 'Now then... Squad 11, right?' He looked the girl up and down, eyes lingering on the sword at her hip. Why did everyone seem seem to have a damn sword nowadays? He had worked hard to ignore the elephant in the room, but Kyo's sword (if it could even be called that; the damn thing was a piece of sharpened sheet metal) had already been an unneeded complication in the squad's line up. He felt a glimmer of pity for Squad 11's former commander, wondering if they too had felt his pain. Regardless, there were more important issues at hand. 'In summary, we lost a squad to ambush in these woods?' He nodded back to where they had came, his brow furrowing. 'Private Durandal, yes? Did you have a chance to collect dogtags? Any details on the forces that attacked you? Can you remember where?' His blood was still up from the anger, but a certain coldly professional part of him reminded Harald of his obligations. Their mission was to secure a route to Vasel and a route with Imperial patrols setting up ambushes was by no means secure. He turned to the others as Durandal got her story straight and growled, 'Get kitted up, weapons and ammunition only. Lancers and drivers will secure the APC; the rest of us have a patrol to kill.'

[Assistant]
Private Durandal
Their skepticism regarding her was understandable, but the one that wanted to tie her up was rather... frightening. As if she hadn't already been through enough with the destruction of her squad, now he wanted to tie her up and treat her like a P.O.W? She held her tongue, however. Now wasn't the time to get into an argument.

Regan stood a little straighter as the commanding officer spoke to her. "Yes sir, Private Durandal. I... wasn't able to obtain any dogtags, sir. The force that attacked us was infantry only, I saw no armor. They hid behind a ridge and they must have had spotters somewhere, because they opened with a number of grenades, lobbed over from their hidden position. In the confusion, they rushed us. I tried to retaliate, but it happened too fast, my squad was wiped out and I had no choice. I-..." Her voice caught in her throat and she took a shakey breath. "I need to... sit down..." Her posture falters and she salutes Harold before she dismisses herself. She moves to the back of the APC and has herself a seat in the open back.


[System]
Species:

Kriliteran: Kriliterans mostly live in the forest in the north of Kanth-Aremek. They are collectors of information and knowledge. Building large libraries, where they would store their sacred books. Treating books like sacred text, taking care of every book in the library. Hyper intelligent, despite their appearance. They are also known to build various contraptions, and are known to build rather varied technology. A family would be assigned to take care of a library of books, with sons and daughters taking over once the parents are unable to. Creating various artistic pieces like music, art, or poetry. They also have a photographic memory. So they memorize everything they see, and to write it down afterwards.

Their true form are short stocky looking creatures, with three eyes. And multiple arms and legs. Their skin is a soft looking pink Having smaller heads than their disguised form. Their two eyes are sunken in, while their third looks like a regular eyeball. Having small bulbous lumps on the side of their face, and below their eyes that act like ears and noses. These lumps have small holes that allow for air to go through.

Their appearance changes so that they do not scare the other races. Mostly appearing as tall creatures with sunken faces and pale skin. Large eyes that seem to be bulging out of their sockets. Having stocky builds, with multiple long arms and legs. A large head with no hair on the head.

Kriliteran is a peaceful race, trying to solve solutions without spilling any blood. However, there have been conflicts with other races and factions. Either wanting to steal their books or enslave the Kriliterans. A significant battle happened involving the S'tor Who wanted to enslave them to build new war machines.

This war ended in the enslavement of the Kriliteran for four hundred years. Soon leading up to the Kriliterans rebelling and going to war with the S'tor. But were outclassed by the S'tor, with the S'tor killing most of the Kriliterans. With only a small group of Kriliterans surviving. Escaping from the S'tor, while leaving their libraries and cities to be demolished.

Modern Kriliterans live in small settlements in the northern part of Kanth-Aremek. Mostly trading with other Kriliterans. Most of them will be fine with trading with other races, however, they are very weary of outsiders. They are no conflicts currently, but they have a strong hatred for the S'tor.

The Kriliterans worship a god named Niftari. Niftari is the keeper of knowledge both common and forbidden.

Appearance:

Kolvar's appearance looks much like the other Kriliteran in their disguised form. Wearing a large black robe that hides most of his body.

Augmentations:

None

Magical affiliation:

Life Domain

Occupation:

Scribe/Inventor

Key skills:

Inventor/Booksmart:

Kolvar is a skilled inventor, having been taught how to create certain things. Constantly planning and building various inventions, to varying success. Being knowledgeable in various topics. And having encyclopedia like knowledge.

Swordsmanship:

If Kolvar is forced to fight he knows how to handle a sword. Learning from his master how to fight with a bladed weapon. Although he prefers a dagger or short sword, he is more skilled with a rapier.

Medical Knowledge:

Kolvar is knowledge in the anatomy of most races. As well as various diseases and illnesses.

Backstory:

Kolvar was born in the main city of Kriliteran's homeland. This city is called Tu'rakum. Living with his parents and helping them with categorizing the books. Reading most of the books inside the library, while being taught life magically by his master Urth Kamith. As he grew up into adulthood, he took over caring for the library. And in his spare time would dabble in building various inventions. Wanted to explore outside of the Kanth-Aremek, experimenting with ways he could try to make communications.

Kolvar was sent to explore the Ascendancy and Mythadia border to find and bring back an ancient Kriliteran book. While heading towards the ruined library, he noticed a large burning star coming towards the planet. Being curious he decided to explore the crash site.

[User]
High District, Lenkik

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The Guild of the Inquisitors was nestled into a rarely-visited corner of Lenkik's high district. From the outside, it was a large building of quite exquisitely designed architecture, though being among many others of its sort, it still managed to be unassuming. Unlike other guild halls, there were no markings on the outside to indicate its purpose. Nothing to make it stand out. If someone was important enough to have legitimate business with the Inquisitors' Guild, then they would be able to find them.

Through the entryway was a large chamber with a vaulted ceiling. Not an uncommon feature for high-class Ascendancy architecture, but what was notable was how bare it all was. In other guilds or businesses, they might adorn the walls with murals, paintings, or carvings. The owners might bring in statues for decoration or arrange proper sitting areas in their lobby. For the Inquisitors, though, their lobby felt like an almost uncomfortably large room of fine, but plain white marble, with just a single desk at its center.

Aside from Kolvar and the soldier, there were just three others in the spacious room. In the back, standing on either side of the closed doorway leading in to the rest of the building were two Inquisitor guards, a Glen and a Tekeri. They were what the average person tended to think of when imagining an Inquisitor, as they were the ones who served their guild openly in a defined role. They both wore a full suit of steel laminar armor, including helmets with full masks, engraved with a visage of their own respective species. On the mask, emblazoned at the center of their foreheads was the insignia of the guild: an eye with two pupils, one looking backwards, and another forwards. Both guards carried halberds and stood like statues without so much as acknowledging the new arrivals.

Behind the desk was a Tekeri man of unremarkable build and stature. His feathers were immaculately clean, his beak and talons polished, and he wore the kind of fine jewelry that was common to high class Tekeri, but he otherwise had no uniform. The only thing identifying him as a member of the Inquisitors' Guild was a small, simple medallion with their insignia, which was identical to what any other member of any rank would wear. Sometimes to the irritation of outsiders, it was often difficult to understand exactly who one was dealing with when interacting with members of the guild. Aside from Inquisitor Guards, they wore no uniforms and almost never identified their rank. Their organizational structure was a mystery to anyone outside their guild, and if they were not serving a public-facing position, they would almost certainly not wear the guild insignia. Anyone could be an inquisitor, and the Tekeri man in front of them could have been anything from a prominent officer, to a secretary.

The Inquisitor did not greet them, but rather waited for one of them to state their business. "Spearman Major Baraw of Lenkik." He began, presenting his rank insignia for the Inquisitor to inspect. As they had shapeshifted to return to Lenkik quickly, it was the only one of his belongings he had been able to bring with him. "I am here on the order of Nellara, Castigator of the City of Lenkik. I am presenting a formal, emergency request for the services of a Guild Thought Mage."

The Inquisitor did not speak a word in question of the order. To make an emergency request for a Thought Mage was an order that carried considerable weight, as did the consequences for making such an order frivolously. "Wait here." He said firmly before promptly turning around and heading through the doors behind him deeper into the building.

The wait was quiet, and perhaps awkward, but it was certainly not long. It was hardly more than five minutes before someone returned, though it was not the Tekeri. Rather, it was a pair of Inquisitor Guards, both Glen with polearms like the others guarding the door. One took a step forward towards Kolvar and Baraw. "Walk with us, and do not deviate from our path." She warned the pair.

Heading deeper into the Guild Hall, one of the guards walked in front, while the other walked behind the pair, though the two Glen still walked in perfect step with one another. The hallways were as plain as the lobby; just undecorated marble. Whether or not every room was similarly unremarkable, though, they could not know, as every single door they passed on the way to their destination was closed tight, usually with a guard at its side. There was no way to know if this was normal for the Guild, or if they only took extra precautions when they had visitors.

Although none of the doors seemed too different from any other, the Guards appeared to know just where to bring them. One of the Glen opened the door and ushered the pair inside, then both followed them in and closed it behind them.

This room was one with far more personality than any other they had seen thusfar. It actually looked like it was someone's home, and quite a nice one at that. There were beautiful paintings decorating the walls, expensive furniture, and a wonderful view of the city out the window. Aside from the Guards who had followed them in, there were two other guards who had already been present. One was a Tekeri, while the other was an Iriad: a notable rarity outside of their homeland, though none of their expressions could be seen behind their masks.

At a large table in the center of the room sat another individual. This time, a S'tor. He was roughly middle-aged with dull red scales, and by the fact that he was unarmored and unmasked, was clearly not one of the guards. In fact, the light smile he gave as his guests approached showed more emotion than every single other person they had met since they had arrived. He wore a vibrant violet robe, with silver embroidery. He was not built like a fighter, but he was still a S'tor. Even an untrained S'tor could still physically overpower any other of Kanth-Aremek's intelligent species. "Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you both. I am told that I am to be assigned to assist our Castigator. Please, tell me what you need."

[Assistant]
Kolvar Stilmyst

Kolvar avoided the gaze of the armed guards. He stayed quiet while the soldier would introduce himself. "My name is Kercheck. I was told to help with fetching a thought mage." He really hoped no one could read his mind. If this was the case, he would have to keep his mind blank. While waiting he was tapping his clawed finger on a nearby table. The rhythm is an old Kriliteran slave song.

 Walking with the guards along with the soldier. Keeping close to them. And felt quite anxious about who the inquisitor would be. He was quite impressed by the design of the exterior and interior of the building. Being particularly interested in the paintings that hung up on the wall of the inquisitor's office. He wondered if a Kriliteran had painted some of them. For a moment he stopped to squint and see if there was any sign of a Kriliteran who had painted these. There would be a very specific marking somewhere hidden in the painting. Of course, his train of thought was interrupted by the soldier touching his shoulder. "My apologies I was distracted by the craftsmanship of these paintings." He followed the soldier without any further interruptions.

Stopping in the middle of the room, looking petrified seeing the S'tor standing in front of them. Kolvar's clawed hands were shaking, he felt immense anger starting to build up. His face didn't show it, but his body was showing visible signs of pure rage. He took a few deep breaths before speaking. "We need your services speaking to some foreigners that had recently arrived in Kanth-Aremek. They do not speak the common tongue, and we need to communicate with them to lower tensions. A group of glen folk arrived as soon as Castigato Nellara arrived. Do you know of House Silbermine? They claimed to be from that group, and wanted to claim the contents of the ship." He tried to keep a level head while speaking to the S'tor.

[User]
High District, Lenkik

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As the S'tor listened, he took a cup of something from the table in front of him and took a sip, though still kept his gaze firmly on Kercheck. It was steaming hot, and from the scent in the air, seemed to be some sort of tea. "Arrived in Kanth-Aremek recently you say? This has something to do with that brilliant light in the sky a few days back, yes? Visitors from beyond our world…what a spectacular occurrence." He remarked. The S'tor was soft-spoken, and seemed rather calm considering how significant this news was. "Ah, but where are my manners? I am Gar'Tan, Thought mage in gracious service to Lenkik. So of course, Castigator Nellara's word is my command."

While barely noticeable to their guests, the Iriad gave a quick gesture towards the two Glen Inquisitors. "Make the preparations." They ordered. Without hesitation, the two Glen took their leave, though the other two Inquisitors remained.

Gar'Tan continued without interruption. "I cannot say I am personally familiar with Mythadia's noble houses, but I do know their type. I can do my best to facilitate communications between all three groups. Please, while we are waiting, tell me what these visitors are like?"

[Assistant]
Watching the S'tor carefully particularly staring at him while he was sipping his tea. "Kerchek." He made a quick introduction before continuing to speak. "They seem obviously very scared, which is understandable since they do not know where they are. But they seem to want to try and communicate with us. Which shows they want to build some sort of relationship with us." Kolvar felt awkward talking to a S'tor. The relationship between their races was quite strained, to say the least. But he was willing to play nice for the time being, to get the thought mage on his side.

"They do not look like any Kanth-Aremek inhabitant that I know of. They appear to be without feathers and scales, being completely hairless. And their skin tone seems very strange." He hoped that nothing had gone wrong while he was away from the group.


[System]
Blader

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Nickname: Blader
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Hometown: Jubilife City

Appearance:
Jason stands at six feet tall with azure eyes and snow white hair. He wears a red muscle tee with blue jeans and a pair of black hiking boots. He wears his katana strapped to his waist and has a lean, muscular build.

Personality:
Jason considers himself a Blade Master in the making, and has always had a fascination with swords and the attached skills. He's calm and generally very quiet, liking to learn what he can about someone or their problems before offering advice or deciding how the are. He cares deeply for his Pokemon and the feeling is returned. He often spends time training with his Pokemon personally, making sure that they're always ready for anything as well as keeping himself in shape. Once he calls someone friend, he'll protect them with his life and won't stand for any harm, be it verbal or physical, befall them. When he practices alone, it's usually with a katana.

Biography:
Jason was born to a couple who had only been married a couple years, but who had not wasted time setting their lives on the right track. Within the first six months, the pair had bought an old Renaissance Fair that had, by all rights, been on its last legs. Many of the performers had left and found work in higher paying areas of their expertise, had forgotten why they worked the Fair in the first place, and it was the joy they brought others. Several internal interviews later revealed several more potential dropouts, who were given a final paycheck and a gentle boot to the metaphorical curb before the work to restore the Fair began.

It was a year and a half after their marriage that the reinvigorated fair reopened, though Charlotte and Reginold had found out three months prior that Charlotte was pregnant. And thus, Jason Connor came along. From the age of three, when he began to show an understanding of what was going on around him, he was drawn not to the cheers and horse whinnies of the jousting arena, much to his mother's relief, but to the clangs and cheers of the sword duels. He found himself enthralled by the scene and as he grew older, began looking into learning how to wield one himself.

His mother encouraged this, telling stories about knights and their companion Pokemon, such as Sir Earnhert and his Bisharp, who became a Blademaster of his time, unparalleled in sword combat by any but another master.. Enthralled, it wasn't long before a young Jason began his own quest to become a Blademaster in a modern time. First was the forging of his blade of choice, a katana, though he spent the time it was being forged practicing with a wooden one or out exploring, honing his reflexes.

It was about when he reached age ten that he was out exploring a field when he was jumped by a group of angry wild Rattatas. They knocked the startled young man to the ground and began to Scratch him mercilessly. A young Ralts, who had been passing by on his hunt for food, heard the commotion and came to his rescue, and that's when he met Slayer. The young man returned home with Slayer, feeling a connection to the young Ralts. With the katana finished forging shortly after, his father began helping him learn how to use a sword and, through intense training, he forged a powerful bond with Slayer and other Pokemon. He was traveling the world, looking to perfect his blade techniques and become the first true Blademaster of a new world, searching for Latios in an effort to learn how to increase his speed and agility, when the strange wormhole sent him to Earth and turned his life upside down.

Pokemon Team

Personality: Slayer is a leader type Pokemon, always willing to take charge and make sure things get done. As a result, he is often at odds with Gaia. He also is perhaps the most patient on the whole team, able to tolerate any insults that occur from butting heads with Gaia and put up with Prankster's "jokes" better than anyone else. He likes to watch for his opponent to make a mistake, remaining on the defensive until he can spot an opening in his opponents movements. When he does, he strikes hard and fast, making his opponent suffer. He often uses double team to ensure the strike lands as intended. He sees himself as Jason's protector after the event with the Rattatas.

Personality: Gaia is another leader personality and she often has issues with Slayer for it. However, she's very loyal to Jason, especially since he helped her recover from a defeat at a Zangoose' hands, and is always willing to compromise with Slayer. Has a short temper and often lashes out at Prankster when he pulls a prank on her, usually involving his Substitute move and Fly. Will use Razor Wind to keep her opponent on the defensive until she can get close enough to strike with Shadow Claw or Night Slash to finish the fight.

Personality: Crunch is the forward attack aspect of the team, usually leading the way with his slash in double battles or striking against his foe quickly and without warning with Dig. He also tends to be a bit easily excited, unlike others of his species, who tend to be more aggressive. He tends to stand up for Prankster when Gaia flips her lid on him, and is a mediator for conflicts in the team.

Personality: Tracer is both a fighter and a lover, using his love for his friends to fuel him in a fight, helping him to win against even impossible odds. When he isn't in the heat of battle, he's trying to woo female of similar type into mating with him, or at least going out on a date. Unfortunately, he gets turned down a lot so he isn't the most happy Pokemon around. However, he's still happy enough to interact with the rest of the team. He also acts as the team's water transport.

Personality: Prankster's name is born from his and Jason's first meeting, a playful joke involving his Substitute and a hole a Diglett friend of his had made and covered with leaves. Jason, in his urgency to help the fake Skarmory, fell into the hole and landed on the soft dirt bed beneath. Laughing as he climbed out, he spotted the real one, who quickly took a liking to Jason. He serves as the hit and run master of team, confusing his opponent with his Substitute and then going for the KO.

Personality: Lucky is so named because when he was a Riolu, he'd been left for dead by a rather nasty trio of Mankeys. Laying in the road in the rain when Jason found him, Jason took him in and raised him, helping him regain his strength and then grow stronger. Despite Jason's best efforts, however, he refuses to be a social aspect of the team, instead preferring to remain alone and train. He's the jack of all trades, able to hit a foe from any distance and make the feel it. Has a strong dislike for Gaia for her being an Absol, but often simply ignores it. He is the guard of the group, watching over the others while they rest and protecting them from harm in any way possible.

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Jedi

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[User]
March 16th Liz Washing A Ton Dee Cee

Liz nodded to the professors answers, taking it all in stride. But when Juniper mentioned seeing their pokemon again, her mind shut down, she would see her friends again. She was lead to a private room a little on the bigger size to accommodate Ades girth. She jumped up on her Snorlax belly while Hades and Hephaestus joined her. Ade wrapped her arms around all three and they laughed jovially.

"Looks like we about to start an other adventure in a brand new place, are you guys ready?? Her pokemon nodded with excitement, they were estatic to be reunited with their Trainer after so long. "Right, well let's do some shopping first get some new clothes."

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March 16th Obstacle Course Circe

She had to bloody quit smoking, the survival skills were nothing, but oh goddess the running would kill her. She struggled a bit climbing a high wall but still she wasn't in last at least. This was just a test, so that I can own my own pokemon. She glanced down at her leg to the Gengar there and knew she just had to pass this test. She got to plant identification and began telling the proctor each different plant, good thing she went camping all those times. As she crossed the finish line she noted she was in the top thirty. Not horrible, but not great either, Circe hoped that her written test and the next section would make up for this part.

[Assistant]
Loading Arc...

One hour later...
Liz walked through the city with the help of her translator/friend Ronald. For a Monday, the sidewalks were quite busy. Soon she would arrive at a local shopping district, one suggested to her by a front desk worker back at her hotel. Here she would find many clothing shops to choose from.

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The lunch provided for the 100 canidates was good but nothing too special. At least it was an all you can eat buffet. When the lunch hour was finished, they were led back outside. On the other side of the obstacle course, there was a large building, built very much like a school. Inside the main lobby, everyone would wait while others would be taken to rooms for a "final interview". Circe didn't have to wait long, as she was a part of the first group.

Up two flights of stairs, she arrived at her room. The room was large and empty, except for a desk with one empty chair in front of it and a woman sitting behind it. A camera was set up off to the side on a tripod and pointed mostly at the empty chair. The woman stood up to welcome Circe, and introduce herself as Kathy.

Just a few minutes into the interview, it became apparent that Kathy wasn't any old interviewer. She was a professional phsychiatrist and damn good at her job. She asked normal questions like, "Why do you want to be a trainer?", "What are your life goals?", and "Before all of this, where would you have seen yourself in five years?". Yes, the questions were normal, but the unwavering eye contact, that was the unsettling part.

(Quick Note: Don't end the interview or leave this room in your post. There's another part to this interview.)


[System]
Age:
15.

Gender:
Female.

Appearance:
Camryn has brownish skin and straight, black hair as a result of her Māori heritage. She's fairly tall (5' 10"), and usually wears her (quite long) hair in a ponytail. Her eyes are a light hazel color, over which she wears a pair of slim-framed glasses. She's generally seen wearing jeans and various space-themed t-shirts under her school uniform.

Personality:
Camryn is very gregarious and lively, always talking to people and trying to get to know them. However, if someone causes her to dislike them, they will know immediately, as her personality when talking to them will do a complete 180; she will become cold and harsh, throwing out sarcastic remarks like candy and never raising her voice.

History:
Camryn was born in Wellington, New Zealand, to an employee of Industrial Illusions' New Zealand branch, her mother, and a stockbroker, her father. As she grew up, she took an especial interest in two things: her mother's work (and Duel Monsters by proxy), and space. Over the years, she helped her mother design several cards, including some of the new Cyber Dragon support. Her parents got her a telescope and a Duel Monsters deck for her 13th birthday, and she's used both almost every day since. Her father heard about Duel Tower from a friend of his who sent his son there, and after talking it over with Camryn and her mother, they decided that she would enroll there to learn how to become a pro duelist.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
The Gradius monsters (Falchion Beta, Victory Viper XX03, Blue Thunder T-45, etc).

Chosen courses:
Turbo Dueling/Xyz Summoning.

Current dorm:
Wind.

Chosen Structure Deck:
Deepspace Rebellion, a custom structure deck.

Custom Structure Deck List:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
2x Deepspace Berserker
2x Deepspace Suffocator
1x Falchion Beta
1x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
2x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Berserker Soul
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Solar Ray
1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Painful Escape
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder
1x Rare Metalmorph

Chosen Pack:
Cybernetic Revolution.

Current deck:
2x Deepspace Scout
1x Deepspace Stunner
1x Deepspace Infiltrator
3x Deepspace Berserker
3x Deepspace Suffocator
2x Falchion Beta
2x Lord British Space Fighter
1x Jade Knight
1x Blue Thunder T-45
1x Victory Viper XX03
2x Gearspring Spirit
3x Cyber Larva
1x Cyber Eltanin
1x Machina Fortress
2x Cyber Dragon

1x Deepspace Beacon
2x The Depths of Space
1x Solidarity
2x Burden of the Mighty
1x Riryoku
1x Mystical Space Typhoon

1x Call of the Haunted
1x Ojama Trio
1x Beckoning Light
1x Draining Shield
1x Compulsory Evacuation Device
1x Magic Cylinder

Collection:
Chaos Emissary, Split Persona
Spellbook of Equilibrium x 3
Chaos Emissary, Lord of Summoning
The Depths of Space x 2
Deepspace Berserker
Chaos Emergence
The Chaos Emperor's Castle
Cyber Dragon
Gravesoil Sediment Golem
1x Steam Gyroid
1x Indomitable Fighter Lei Lei
1x Tyranno Infinity
1x Cycroid
1x Shien's Spy
1x Doitsu
1x Wroughtweiler
1x Steamroid
1x Cyber Archfiend
1x Berserker Soul
2x Gradius
1x UFOroid

Points:
50.

[User]
When the bus pulled up to Duel Tower, Camryn was, by far, one of the most excited people there. She had gotten a seat near the front of the bus, since she had arrived a bit late, and barely waited for the bus to open its doors before she ran outside, grabbed her suitcase, and hauled it over to the Duel Tower. She had been one of the first people to claim her structure deck and pack, Deepspace Rebellion and Cybernetic Revolution, respectively, and had bounced in place excitedly the whole time while the man behind the counter got her cards. Her placement duel had gone fairly well; she ended up with about half her LP left, and a bunch of Solidarities boosting a Deepspace Berserker for a final, devastating blow. The weirdness of her teachers and principal had briefly put a damper on her high spirits, but she eventually rationalized that they would just end up making her stay even more fun. Her assignment to Wind was a bit discouraging (she had been hoping to make Light), but not unexpected, given the way her duel had ended up.

Since she had been exploring around a lot, she was only just now going to her room, which turned out to be just next to the bathroom. "Joy of joys. I get to listen to people flush toilets all night. At least all the rooms are only meant for one person each." She thought, a bit peeved. Her sullenness changed when she heard a pair of male voices from an open door ahead of her (sounded like one was French, which was neat), and as she sped up a bit, she decided to pop in and say hi.

"Hey, you guys are new here too, right? I figured I should start getting to know my fellow classmates. I'm Camryn Fraser." She stuck out a hand to shake, accompanied by a sunny grin.

[Assistant]
Ben thought about how to respond to Zach about his words. Was he really deserving of the title of king? "A king stands on equal grounds to his subjects and serves them as they serve him. I don't see you as the type to bend your knee to me. A friend though I could use and maybe you'd even like to be a part of my recently formed Team Awesome?" Ben said as he looked up at the ceiling and then towards the Light Dorm. Though he did wish the French boy's English was better he did have to correct him on one regard. "No the knights don't stand together." Ben stated as he pulled out both Noble Knights Drystan and Laudsallyn. "Laudsallyn kills his fellow knights to return to the field and or get noble arms from my deck. Drystan while he normally aims for his enemies he can also attack his own king. Sometimes chivalry is just a guise for betrayal. Though I don't play that way and I won't make my knights fall to their own blades if I can help it. I much prefer for Drystan to help Artorgius than slay him for a chance to make Medraut come back. Archfiends on the other hand aren't so sneaky about it but they have their comradery. Think about it for a second. In the seeds of their hellish pandemonium they destroy each other but also revive another. Archfiend Command brings forth a bigger monster. Cavalry's death makes way for soldier. A fallen archfiend is fodder for his emperor to destroy another card on the field. They aren't evil they're just blunt instruments and do what nature dictates them to do. Just because something looks bad and acts that way sometimes doesn't mean they don't leave themselves open to comradely Zach. Even the darkest of people have a close spot for their friends." Ben stated to Zach as he put the cards back into his deck and then grabbed Zach's hand for a firm and warm handshake coupled with a nod.

However before he could do much else a young and pretty young girl popped up in his door way. "Oh another guest? I'm quite the popular guy now aren't I? Well it's nice to meet you Miss. I'm Benjamin Carson and I'm a new member of the Wind Dorm. Thanks for coming by to see me. Also don't mind the posse running around scaring or air horning people they're just trying to throw away all that hesitation going around. It may agitate a couple people but a little agitation goes a long way to making a friend. I hope you're day is going well. My wet friend over here is Zach from the Light Dorm he's here because I ran into him and he wanted to get clean so I let him borrow my sink to wash himself up. He's french by the way so I hope you don't mind the accent I'm sure he's doing his best to talk in English." Ben said as he walked over to the new girl and offered her his hand in a friendly gesture.

[User] Megan sighed, she should've known better than to ask for help. Clearly a light student had better things to do, she was lucky she'd only gotten a polite refusal. Megan finished off her sandwich, well nothing for it. Asking for help was clearly seen as pathetic here if that last response had been anything to go. Whatever she would do what she originally planned and stick it solo. Megan idly looked through her cards again as she went back to her dorm for some sleep. XYZ, Synchro, Fusion, she didn't have any of those. Heck she could barely special summon at all! It wasn't that she didn't like her warriors, it was just... they didn't seem good enough. Hmmmm. . .

[Assistant] Once Angelo felt that he was rated enough he got up and decided to try and find something to eat. All he knew was that their was a table of food nearby the stairs and Angelo shouldn't go exploring yet since it's still the first day. Angelo grabbed his uniform and put it on as he left he smiled seeing ben start to form a posse with a few of the younger dorm mates. Their were plenty of girls in the group but Angelo only had his eyes set on one girl and she was in the light dorm. He will find a way to her mock his words but Angelo will find a way. Soon Angelo left the room and walked down the stairs soon finding that table, he stayed to take done and put it on a plate to eat...

[User]
Mieux vaut régner en enfer , que de servir dans le ciel. I guess that is ze way of the Archfiends. the French boy shrugged. A bit of Milton works well here. After all, they did rise to serve their cruel overlord. But betray only hurts when it is revealed, not when it festers and rots silently in the relationship. That being said, a new girl appeared out of the blue, well not quite blue, but from down the hallway as she introduced herself in a rather excited manner as Camryn. This happened just as Zacharie was leaving, standing by the doorway and bidding Ben his good night, for the good knight? Anyways casting that thought into the back of his mind and focusing on the new girl who, seemed plain enough, although exotically coloured compared to Zacharie and Ben who were as white as European bread, the inside mind you not the outside. Her English skills however were far more fluent than Zacharie's as he still peppered in his French and drew quite a noticeable accent in his pronunciations.

"un plaisir mademoiselle," giving the girl a bit of a nod, "I was just leaving 'ere so, um, I may 'ave to leave you 'ere with ze charmant monsieur Carson..." Zacharie seemed a bit shy, blushing visibly as he looked back at Ben, who had taken the lead to introduce both of them, taking control of his apostles one by one as he gathered up a bunch of members to his club. "And uh, I would love to be part of your Team Ben. Merci pour l'offre. Mon père was concerned that I would not make any friends and bury myself in my books but..." Oh Zacharie, what did you just get yourself into? Your face is turning redder as you go now. He felt rather odd, not uncomfortable, but certainly like a boiling frog. Something was getting to him, under the collar maybe? His nerves were betraying his usually calm demeanor as the girl appeared and made herself into the wheelbarrow. "Anyways, I should go and... Well, Bonsoir Ben, Bonsoir mademoiselle!"

And with that, Zacharie quickly fled the scene which gripped him so. Well not so quickly as to be rude, but certainly enough to disappear from the end of the Wind hall. His room in sight, a bastion and sanctuary for his mind, and perhaps now emotions as he hurried along his way. He collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering to take a shower given that pretty had that done thanks to Ben, which lead to this rather nice meeting, despite the tail bit. What would tomorrow bring? He wondered as he turned to his side and picked up his book, picking it up right where he left off before nodding off to his dreams.

[Assistant]
Camryn was rather surprised at Zach's motormouthiness, but shook his hand firmly. "Uh, let's see... My day's fine, thanks, also there's a group going around airhorning people? Since when?"

And then the French guy - Zach, she was pretty sure - mentioned something about a team and left, red as a beet. "Also, why was he blushing so hard and what was that about 'Team Ben'?"


[System]
Magical Child Name: Taboo Child
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Appearance after transformation:
Personality: Nya is an eager girl, always trying to look recognition in others through willingness and hardwork. However, this also makes her appear naggy and needy at times, and can sometimes tire out even the most patient. She rarely talks about her true emotions, keeping a masquerade of almost neurotic behaviour, but deep down she's a rather awkward and shy girl, terrified of rejection. She doesn't really harbour much illwill to the demons, and at times she seems to sympathize with them. However she tries her hardest as a magical girl in order to find the recognition and acceptance she yearns for.

Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Eldritch Abominations
Psychological weakness: Nya's most glaring weakness is the fear of her less than human side, and also fearing of being rejected because of her true nature. Using her most powerful attacks also takes a toll on her sanity and she can grow increasingly psychotic.
Powers:

Fire of Tulzscha: Her most basic spell, it is a simple hand-sized fireball which can be launched at a target. Because of the eldritch nature of the fire, it also seems to erode in addition to burning.

Silver Spear of Yog Shothoth: Her actual finisher spell, Nya spends a brief time chanting before unleashing a spear of an unknown, alien substance (either described as silver fire or a liquid metal) capable of piercing any kind of armor and searing through the thoughest of defenses. However its rather taxing execution only makes it suitable as a finisher or as a sniping attack.

Arcane Symbol: Nya can carve a symbol in any surface, and impart it with her essence. Said symbol will now ward off supernatural attacks that hit the nearby surface for a while, although repeated attacks will wear the symbol down.

Summoning: Nya can summon eldritch creatures, however due to her inexperience and lack of maturity she can only summon baby versions, which are more fit for support tasks than actual combat. She can summon baby shoggoths for cleaning, infant fire vampires for lighting, tiny deep ones for underwater tasks, etc...

Tentacle: Nya can summon a tentacle in any part of her body that can be swung like a whip and hits with the force of a crocodile tail. She is hesitant to use this, however, as the sheer gross factor of it can creep even demons.

Spawn Body: Nya's body has rather good regeneration properties, and she can regenerate and reattach broken bones and limbs rather quick. However, the proccess of regeneration also shows her inhuman part in the form of myriads of wormlike tendrils closing the wound. Due to this fact, conventional attacks and suffocation will only at most knock her out. Magical attacks, however, are perfectly capable of disrupting this process. Corruption also affects Nya in a peculiar way. The more corruption she stacks, the less human she'll appear to be, with black veins appearing all over, eyes in places where do not belong, wriggling tentacles, an elongated whiplike tongue... It also makes her appear more psychotic as the corruption progresses...but also immune to demonic control and sway. She becomes far too alien to control. Corrupting her completely will turn her into a hideous abomination: The spawn of Nyarlathotep, whose allegiance would be unknown.
History: Nya was born to a single mother, alcohol and a single-night stand. Wracked with guilt and sorrow of an ever spiraling life, Nya's mother rejected the child and committed suicide not soon after, calling her something that should not have been born. She was transferred to an orphanage, where she was tutored and fed acceptable. Nya wasn't very talkative by then, but soon, with the care of other kids, she came out from her shell little by little. Even if her own mother had not accepted them, others had done so. That was a feeling she craved desperatedly, eventually becoming an overeager energetic brat who was always doing things for others, and pestering people.

And orphanages are very well known demon magnets. The tragedy occurred. Children died, adults died, and a half dead Nya was crawling on the ground with only one useable arm, the blood from her wounds leaving a red trail as she desperately tried to get away from the beasts. Her vision blurred, and she hallucinated.

A man appeared, with dark eyes and dark clothes, amidst the demons. Some of them lunged on the man, but were pierced and tossed aside by an unknown force. The man knelt before the dying Nya, and produced in his gloved hands a dusty tome, gently sliding it towards Nya as he opened the pages. He nudged her face gently, showing a warm, or perhaps mischievous smile of pearly white teeth.

"Happy 15th anniversary, my child."

Nya couldn't understand. She focused on reading the book, full of alien scribbles, but somehow familiar. And the world went black.

She woke up, covered in blood, both her and of the creatures on herself. The man was nowhere to be found. Nor were the creatures, beyond their mangled bodies. A dark feeling clutched on her chest. Somehow, she knew she had been the one who had fought the demons back. And somehow, she knew that such mysterious man was her father. Her long lost father. And that he wasn't in the least human.

Nor she was either.

In the aftermath, Nya was transfered to another facility, where she came to terms with her...less than human side and decided to put it to good use with all the demons roaming about. Hoping, that perhaps, it wasn't too late to relive that feeling of acceptance she once had.

[User]
Tali began walking, into the suburbs from the treeline. Thankfully nobody was around to see a girl with a walking stick and a sleeping pack rolled up on her back. She studied the time period and adjusted her clothes accordingly, taking her belongings and moving them into a red backpack before donning a navy-coloured school uniform. It was strange to be back in human time again, she could nearly feel it slink past as she entered it. She wondered if her family was still around now, she wondered how old her baby brother was. She knew she was somewhere outside of London - maybe they had moved here? Did they need her? Maybe her intuition led her back to them to save them somehow. She could only wonder.

Her bare feet touched burning sidewalk and she jumped back, hissing at it. She donned shoes, even if this hindered her senses through the earth. She walked funny in them at first, but soon remembered the feeling of them. She made her way to the city nonetheless, keeping her mind empty. Thoughts would only crowd out her intuition and she would likely lose her way if she paid any mind to them.

Suddenly she felt her stomach drop. Her body felt heavy and gravity seemed to change. She turned and began sprinting in the other direction to escape this danger, dropping to all fours. She panted as she tried to outrun the sinking feeling, but once it touched the tip of her toe, she was sucked in.

Tali came out from the other side of the portal in full feral mode. She was crouched on the ground and growling lowly. Her senses readjusted to find an overwhelming amount of beings around her. Thousands of bodies moved around rapidly as if she were shrunk into an ant hill. She looked around at those immediately near her. It was a group of children near her biological age. They stood around and chatted happily, or at least comfortably.

English. She hadn't spoken this language or any at all in a long time. She raised up, not lowering her guard one bit. She managed to speak, 'Who you?' she demanded as she glared with a golden eye.

[Assistant]
Robyn Bennett
The school bell rang, the sound echoing through the hallways which soon would be brimming with students. Slowly the classes emptied themselves and voices started to fill up the corridors which had been silent until thus far. Robyn found herself amidst the buzzing, surrounded by a group of classmates. She didn't particularly stand out; she was just another person amongst the crowd of adolescents. Although, if you would pay close attention, you would think her posture had more confidence to it, her gaze to be more determined in comparison to those around her. With nimble footsteps she walked towards the main hall, her dark hair bouncing lightly as she went. While most of her classmates were on their way to the cafeteria, Robyn preferred to eat her lunch outside.

As she treaded down the doorsteps, she looked up at the sky; in contrast to the image most people had of the weather in the UK, today the sky was crystal clear aside from maybe one or two contrails. She started to make her way down the path which lead to one of the benches where she usually sat down to have her meal, but slowed down when she noticed an odd glistening. Tilting her head, she tried to peer through the leaves of a big tree next to the school building. As she drew closer she figured the glimmering did not originate from within the tree, but instead was located somewhere behind it and… somewhere above it..? A strange sensation awoke within her when she turned around the trunk and saw the source. A portal..! Although over the past few years Robyn had gotten more or less used to the idea that she could see things that could be considered supernatural – hell, she had even needed to fight against some of those things with the powers that had been granted to her – every time she encountered something new her heart jumped a little. Without giving much more thought to it, she hid behind one of the corners of the academy and transformed into her magical attire. A blue flash leaped up into the tree and with another jump, Robyn disappeared into the portal.

Spinning around in the whirlwind she had created to lift herself up, it her took a moment to regain focus and behold the city of London as it became visible underneath her. Despite, or maybe because the vibrant streets were littered with people, no one seemed to have noticed the arrival of the girl. Robyn felt the wind underneath her lose momentum and knew soon she was going to descend. As she started to fall back to earth a group of individuals caught her eye. Seems I'm late to the party, she remarked inwardly when she realized they were magical children, just like her. Creating one more burst of wind midair she dashed in their direction.

Agile, she landed swiftly, and joined the group. "Why hello," she announced herself as she bowed slightly, placing one foot behind the other. "Most refer to me as The Tempest, but I'd prefer if you'd call me something more personal such as Abigail," she said, a faint smile present on her lips. "Don't worry, that's not my real name," she added; although in this situation it did not seem directly necessary to her, Robyn was aware of the convention to keep their real identity a secret.

She glanced around the circle, finding herself a little lost as she had never seen so many magical children together. Her gaze rested on one of the younger girls, her bright eyes looking up at her when she mentioned that she had brought cookies which she'd happily share with all of them. She was taken aback a little by the offer, but her growling stomach reminded her of her earlier plans, so she gladly accepted one. "Thank you!" she said gratefully before biting down.

[User]
'Let's see we have watersports the video game, rocks…. Excuse me pebbles for brains and diabetes' Saryn thoughts echoed as she continued to insult the other magical girls as she was never fond of the magical rejects in Japan especially those so called friends Nelly has in Akihabara. 'Be nice' Nelly thought back stepping forward ignoring the one called Terra Breaker and accepting a treat from the chocolatier "Thank you" She said kindly taking a cookie and taking a bite out of it 'OK well the chocolate factory has a gift' Saryn admitted her voice ringing a lot lower toned than it was previously  'Anyway give me control you're too defensive to fight demons' she yelled 'no you willingly released your hold to me, it's my turn' Nelly explained running forward and using the stolen strength from the now dead demon launched herself high into the air and bounced off one of the birds.

Nelly continued to jump higher and higher any attack made by the birds were deflected quickly until the extra energy was depleted, but it didn't matter as she made it to the heart of the swarm. Holding in her arms in a praying fashion to use her illumination ability which was essentially a demon purge skill, though it killed them in a very non-violent way quick and painless. She was shining like a small star in the sky, though it wasn't as bright as it could have been being that it was bright already outside. The flock of demonic birds turned into a massive dust cloud and Nelly began to fall passing up the Terra Breaker in her descent. 'Yea beat that you tectonic looser' Saryn shouted 'Not even remotely funny' Nelly replied in her own thoughts.

[Assistant]
Footsteps. Left. Right. Left. Right. Jump. A maddening sprinting pace. Heavy breathing. Her hair fluttering in the wind, as if it was some sort of trail of her movement. She clenched her fists, as she felt fire in her lungs. She was getting short of breath. And the demonic smorgasbord was at its peak, only to recede soon after. A plague who looked like the lovechild of The Birds and a B movie had unfolded in London. The city she had taken residence in.

Nya bit her lip. How come she was going to be the last one to arrive! Foreigner girls would surely laugh at her uselessness! It was then when she noticed the general presence of the other girls. Yes, she was late to the action. Clenching her tiny fists, she inhaled one last time.

"I'm SO SORRY! I'm late!" She said to the assorted members, in case they were very strict types. "Birds...damned...outta nowhere...gotta...breath. Bugger." Nya knelt firmly on her knees in her transformed state. The faint smell of chocolate came into her nostrils, as well as she took a general outlook of the other girl faces.

"Name's...Nya... the Taboo..." She voiced as high as she could after the frantic sprint. "Nice to meet ya! I hope we can all help eachother...say, can I take one?" Nya added, pointing at the confections one girl had brought, funnily enough.