[System]
Abstract: The quiet, roof-hopping delivery girl.

Detail:
Meryn is a twig of a girl. Short, thin, and physically unimpressive in almost every way, people can often mistake her for a young boy, rather than a full-grown woman. She has sandy brown skin, long, straight black hair that she often keeps in a braid, and pale green eyes. Meryn also wears a small wooden pin with her name engraved on it, stuck to her jacket.

She was born without the ability to speak, but she rarely has any trouble getting her point across. Though she carries herself with a subtle confidence, she's acutely aware of what she is and isn't capable of, and is constantly trying to push that boundary. Independent, fearless, and just a little bit spiteful, telling her she can't or shouldn't do something is usually the quickest way to get her to do it. Although she seems aloof and closed off, Meryn is more soft-hearted than she first appears. If someone comes to her asking for help, she can't help but comply – even if she does roll her eyes and drag her feet along the way. It's easy for her heart to override her head, and her naivety can sometimes get her into trouble.

Though she grew up as a street urchin, and was generally looked down on by the majority of society in the first few years of her life, it wasn't long until she discovered a hidden talent: if she wanted to get somewhere, there was very little that could stand in her way. She could scale walls, leap from rooftop to rooftop, slip between bars. Soon enough, the entire town became one big playground to her. Eventually, the townspeople recognized her skill at getting from one point to another quicker than anyone should rightly be able to, and she began delivering notes and parcels for change. Today, Meryn is the most trusted delivery system in town for all sorts of letters and goods (that aren't too big for her to carry). When she's not swinging around the town like a monkey, she enjoys all sorts of music, and has recently started picking up different instruments from her customers and experimenting, with varying degrees of success.

[User]
Meryn flinched back when the man slapped her hand away, and just for a moment she was a child on the streets of Enn again, cowering away from another beating.

But then her eyes narrowed and she was just pissed instead. She'd been trying to help and this guy was shouting at her? Her frustration built when he demanded she speak and she reared her arm back to just chuck the damned rag at him, let him clean himself up.

But then a bolt shot through the air, embedding itself in the roof next to Meryn's hand. She jumped away from it, stunned. She looked up to see the man in an equal state of shock and –

The fairy was an unmoving thing on his leg. It'd been shot.

Meryn hadn't even fully registered what was happening when the man surged forward, grabbing her and using his weight to press her into the roof. Apparently this was an attempt to… protect her? By laying flat out in the open??? Meryn struggled under him, trying to free herself. She finally managed to slip a hand loose and used it to wrench herself out from under him. Scrambling to grab Spook's mask she snatched it (and, as an afterthought, the crumpled up letter) up and dashed behind a chimney, still spouting black clouds of smoke. She grabbed the man's wrist as she passed him, trying to pull him with her and hoping he still had the fairy, until they were both out of sight, and hopefully out of range of the archer.

Frantic confusion wrapped around her as she tried to figure out who was shooting at them and why but the adrenalin pumping through her made it impossible to concentrate. In a flash of inspiration, Meryn dropped the letter in her bag and jammed the mask on her face. She was careful to stay below the wall as she looked in the general direction the bolt had come from, trying to find their assailant.

There. Through the wall she saw a far-away twist and turn of dreams, dark and dangerous. A tremor of fear reverberated through her body. Then there was a glowing warmth against her chest.

North, came a whisper like a breeze through her mind. There was urgency to it, a pressure that demanded attention. North. She didn't understand how or why, but she knew she needed to follow the instruction.

Meryn looked up, searching for the sun. It'd already begun to dip below the horizon, painting the sky a fiery crimson to her left, and stains of deep blue to her right. North was directly in front of her, then. But… she'd have to get out of the city first. Would they have to go all the way back towards the gate, where the mob had been? Her eyes found the man, her unlikely companion through all of this. Would he know any other exits? Would he be sober enough to remember them?

She looked back towards the chimney, seeing the attacker's dreams through it again. They had to go, to keep moving behind cover before they got skewered. The buildings of Cogswall, though rusted and grimy, were at least packed closely together with flat roofs. Hopefully the man would be able to jump over them, even with his shredded ankle.

On the next roof over, in the direction of the clocktower, there was another structure to hide behind, some sort of bizarre… sculpture? Meryn had no idea. But it was tall, wide, and solid looking, meaning it was useful even if it was ugly. Meryn tugged on the man's wrist to get his attention and pointed to it. She glanced through the chimney again and back at Ronken. Not letting go, she got ready to make a dash for the next roof.

[Assistant]
The city was silent -- save for the distant roar of a crowd declaring revolution upon the burning palaces. Smoke trickled along the streets, mixing with blood and demon-ash.

On the tower, another bolt was notched.

With Ronken ready and in-tow, Meryn dashed for the statue, across a narrow gap between buildings that would have been easy for anyone with two working legs and half a wit to cross -- but unfortunately, at the moment Ronken had neither.

He tripped on the roof's edge, cracked his head on the opposite wall, and tumbled and wrenched out of Meryn's grip; he dropped like a stone three stories, and landed with a sickening crack that echoed up the alley.

A bolt whizzed past Meryn's ear, cutting her hair and drawing blood. Another, a split second later, would embed itself into the roof where she had been standing. The statue -- a stylized gargoyle in the shape of a horned cat with a disturbingly human face -- offered her momentary shelter, but the archer was not the type to give up.

Above her were the open arches of a bell tower, and inside the great dark bells hung still and cold. Something small glittered among them, and came to rest on the ledge of one of the arches: a golden mechanical bird.

The tower had a view of the city: the fires that dotted the streets, the greater inferno that had once been the government office, and the explosion-pocked wasteland that extended beyond the walls. The demons were all gone, soaked up by the now-vanished portal-in-the-sky -- there was no sign of Spook, either.

Night was falling; stars glinted behind a cool violet sky to show the way -- between Meryn and the north wall was a labyrinth of unwieldy structures, whirring turbines, rattling boilers and plumes of smoke. Within the bell tower, a spiraling staircase led down into the rooms below.

A bolt whizzed by her, from the opposite direction; there were two marksmen now, both aimed for her head.

---

"You're not very good at this, are you?"

The same hooded woman who had given Ronken the sealed letter knelt in front of his still-alive form with a small smile; with a pastel pencil in her gloved hand, she drew a bright rune on his forehead. She pulled a necklace out of the collar of her cloak, and she touched the small silvery pendant against the newly drawn rune.

A surge of energy coursed through Ronken's veins and repaired his bones and his injuries; in a moment, the effects of his fall were completely gone, his ankle was completely healed, and even the lingering effects of his earlier drug habit had left him.

The woman dropped the silver bell back down her collar, and she smiled at him with humor. She had dark hair, her skin was the color of acorns, her eyes almost glowed a bright green, and she was covered in dark patches of crystalline stone. "Good morning, Sunshine. I owe you a payment. You can call me Switch. You're welcome."

A shimmer of light glowed just inside her cloak; the fairy was recovering, curled in a pocket.

A flicker of a shadow passed overhead; more people were jumping the rooftops in pursuit of Meryn. The woman glanced upward, but was confident they would not be seen.


[System]
Vera is significantly taller than a majority of girls her age, standing at around 5'9 (176 cm). Her eyes are steel blue in colour and quite large (though they do begin to narrow down if you've done something piss her off), and she's a little pale faced. She loves her dresses and skirts, though most of them reach to the middle of her calves. Her long wavy hair is one of her more notable features, however she has continuously debated whether or not she should cut it to a shorter length.
"Even the most beautiful of roses can have the sharpest of thorns."
Nicknames/Titles: V (by close friends and relatives), Lady Vera

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Hooman

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Magic: Bratus: Blumengarten

Simply put, Bratus: Blumengarten allows Vera to create and manipulate roses at will. This magic can be used in long range combat, although it can be used in close range attacks to some extent. The thorns and stems of her rose can also be used to form defensive barriers and shields to protect the user from harm. The more mana used the thicker and larger the thorns and stems become. Vera is also capable of creating and manipulating rose petals to use as a screen or distraction.

Strengths: The greatest strength of this magic is its multiple uses and ranges. For a long range attack, Vera can simply wave a hand and large rose stems can sprout out of the ground towards the enemy. This is also the case for closer range attacks, however it is possible for Vera to create shields made of tightly packed, prickly stems. As said before, the more mana that is supplied with each attack, the larger, stronger an thicker the thorns become.

Weaknesses: As this is a magic used by long distance fighters, fighting at a closer range can be a struggle, despite the possibilities of countering against it. Also, the less mana used, the less powerful each attack becomes. Only those with large mana pools can manage to fight with this type of magic for long periods of time. This magic is definitely not for the brash and reckless; it takes strategy, skill and preservation to wield.

Catalyst: A thick, decorated silver ring silver ring with a large red gem in the middle.

Other Skills:

Vera possesses stellar acting skills, and is very convincing actor at that. She's also quite good at tending and looking after flowers (it's actually a well enjoyed hobby of hers too).

Inventory: ---

Familiar: ---

Personality:

Vera is an unusual one; the graceful yet mysterious air she gives off is almost haunting. Her pale skin and rather tall height seem to compliment this, but it isn't like a majority of people are terrified of her. It's more like… getting to know her fully takes a bit of time. Other than that, Vera is a seemingly pleasant young woman. Full of faint smiles and grace, this girl doesn't seem like a fighter at all. Quite the opposite, actually. However, she won't let anything provoke her in any way, as her relaxed nature prevents many from doing so. She uses her wit to put people back in their place, and is often seen teasing her enemies in a purposely provocative and playful tone.

No matter how many smiles or thank you's she gives, almost everyone she comes across will usually note her as 'mysterious' in their books. Sure, she smiles and puts on a pretty face all the time, but the mask she wears almost 24/7 is what hides her true thoughts. No matter how hard you stare, you'll never be able to see what this girl is thinking. Did Vera ever think good of that drawing you showed her last week? Did Vera ever think of dumping her insides into a toilet after you made some food for her? Did Vera think badly of you after you told her something nasty and regrettable?

You may never know.

However, there is a certain darker layer to Vera that will sometimes spring up during tense situations, however. All of her kindness is just an act, really. At heart, Vera is cruel, manipulative and ambitious, and will get what she wants, when she wants. She strives to become the strongest and won't even bat an eyelash at those supposedly weaker than her. She'll toy with those who are gullible enough and take advantage of those exceedingly kind to her. Her callous and sadistic behaviour is best left hidden under her cheerful mask; you really wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of Vera Rosenberg.

Backstory:

Vera was born into a once wealthy and powerful household in England, which ran its own company and was mainly known for their strong magic prowess. During her early years as a child, Vera was very selfish and mean, treating her servants with disrespect and wanting everything given to her at her command. She did however care for her parents a lot, even if she would ask for the impossible from them. Vera always tried to impress them, no matter how great the feat was.

Then, things began to crumble. Vera was only around seven when the family's business was being outshone by others. This sudden crisis led to the downfall of pretty much everything, from family bonds to the mansion itself. It wouldn't take long for Vera to realise that her income of oversized stuffed toys were starting to decrease, and so she asked her parents why things were so… well, different now.

Eventually, she got her answer. Struggling business. Loss of money. All that sad stuff. Vera was absolutely devastated.

Everything got so bad that they decided to move Vera to a distant relative's place somewhere in Scotland, where she spent the rest of her childhood. Of course, nothing was the same, and it would take time getting used to. If she wanted something big, she was going to have to work for it. That's what someone had said to her, anyway.

The girl took it the wrong way, though.

Vera had big aspirations and extreme ambitions for the future. She wanted to become a rich, powerful woman herself, so much so that she would dominate over everyone else in her wake. Of course, Vera was still young, so she would take things slowly. Learning to manipulate others was a definite must for her, so she did it. Anything that would bring her further to becoming a stronger mage and representing the Rosenberg family name in its well deserved glory. Now sixteen years of age, Vera continues with her studies, currently studying at Montagne Academy.

Timezone: GMT +00:00

Theme Songs:

Blumenkranz
"Descend into despair."

Blumengarten
"Oh, the game has only just begun."

Streublumen
"Beg for mercy all you want; it means nothing to me."

[User] "Nice of you to join us, Ayame." Alicia smiled as the fox girl sat down next to Yume. She checked over her dorm assignment one last time. Four names, four girls. Yep, everybody was here. This meant it was time for everyone to start getting to know everyone else, and Alicia figured a classroom-style icebreaker was the perfect place to start. "So, I personally think that we need a little introductory session to start getting acquainted with each other. Everyone says their name, where they're from, what kind of magic they do, and something that might be interesting about them. I'll start." Alicia cleared her throat, then said, "Hi, I'm Alicia. I'm from Pennsylvania, my magic enables me to control plants, and I like to draw in my spare time." When she finished, she looked around, wondering if anyone would be willing to continue.

[Assistant]
Melody

The Anubis Anthro female grinnes when the cat girl reacted to her touch, then mused as she started purring and as the cat girl started rubbing towars her she was love struck. When she heard the soft whine it almost broke hear heart but still managed to fill her belly with butterflies. "Naaawww... Im sowwy~ I promise to ask for your permission next time~..." she said and decided to gently brush her own soft furred head beneath Shino's chin as she cuddled into her.

"My name is Melody~... And you can pat me right back as much as you like~" she cooed as she gently started stroking Shinos back again. She supported Shino's weight and didn't mind holding her close at all, after all the cat girl proved to be so cute, adorable and warm at the same time.

Its been a while since she felt this happy, even if she felt glad to play a slight prank on her room mates, Shinio was just like an affectionate presence she had been missing for so long. Her own ears tilting slightly as she mused to it all.

[User] Cupido makes it to his room with a cup of tea in his hand. As he gets there two versions of himself form. One demonic with jet black horns and deep almost black bat like wings the other version the Angel. With white swan like wings and white hair. He strides to his desk as the two versions start moving about the room doing various things to set up the room. He wanted to present the illusion that the students coming in would have an easy regular class. Course considering his classes...it should cause some pause. He even has syllabus. In it is the suggested list of supplies he would slightly go over. He placed an apple on his desk then leans against his desk, the two versions of himself staying where they are now, like two oddly realistic statues.

[Assistant]
The Rose warriorress simply smiled at the two newcomers. She didn't want to make… well, too much of an unnecessary fuss after all. Vera hadn't come across a woman with a spider's lower half before. As for the fox girl? She seemed nice enough. Both of the supposed yokai were actually pretty tolerable, thankfully.

"Indeed. It's a pleasure to meet the both of you, Yume, Ayame."

"So, I personally think that we need a little introductory session to start getting acquainted with each other. Everyone says their name, where they're from, what kind of magic they do, and something that might be interesting about them. I'll start."

That wasn't a bad idea at all. At least this way Vera could get some sort of insight on her new roommates. She would need it.

"What a wonderful idea!" Vera said, clasping her hands together with a smile. "I would be lovely to get to know the rest of you."

"Hi, I'm Alicia. I'm from Pennsylvania, my magic enables me to control plants, and I like to draw in my spare time."

Another sweet smile overshadowed Vera's true, bitter demeanour.

"Well, it's nice to see that we have another Bratus mage among us. As you may or might not know from the dorm arrangements, my name is Vera Rosenberg, and my original home was in a countryside in England. As for my magic, I have the ability to create and manipulate roses, big or small. I don't think there is anything too notable about me, but I do enjoy gardening and tending to flowers. It really is hobby that sets your emotions at peace, and certainly love it for that."

Putting her fingertips to her mouth, Vera's voice drifted off. She chuckled, taking a more sheepish appearance.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to drag on for so long… Oh my goodness, that introduction made me sound so conceited, didn't it…"

Things were going well, for now.


[System]
"When you are a spy you are nothing else. You may wear the mask of another, but it is only a mask."
Nickname/Alias: N/A

Age: 15 / April 2nd, 20XX

Gender: Male

Home Country:

Appearance:
Devin stands at about 1.75 meters tall with brown hair and matching brown eyes. With his active lifestyle he remains well toned despite a horrid diet. He burns his energy with rugby, cricket, and gymnastics. With his athletics and thrill seeking hobbies Devin has a few scars that would make a war hero jealous. Sadly very few have interesting stories other than 'I tried to do X and ended up doing Y'.
Personal Information
Personality:
ESTP - Devin lives in the moment and is a very hands on learner. He has a pattern of dangerous behavior to himself due to being a somewhat relentless thrill seeker. He learns best from people who reach out as equals rather than superiors. If he is approached with a problem he jumps in to solve it rather than discuss it and potential solutions.

Devin is socially active with little in the way of insecurities meeting new people. He is goofy at times, but always polite. He has a a bad habit of of talking down to people when he gets upset or angry at them. Something he inherited from his dad. It isn't so much that he is talking down, but thinks talking slow will make the person understand they need to listen.
Bio:
Devin is the oldest son of Jason and Lisa Coal. Born in Vancouver, BC his family moved to Toronto when his mother got a promotion. As both of his parents are federal employees he got used to the public servant family lifestyle. This meant more often than not he was the one cooking for his twin little brother and sister. He also was the first and still only child of the family to get "the talk" regarding his parents real jobs.

At the age of 12 his parents missed dinner and breakfast one day. This absence made him worry more than normal as there had been no correspondence. Instead three large men arrived the next afternoon and told Devin he needed to come with them. They made it feel like he didn't have a choice when they flashed the same badge his dad had. Thirty minutes later he was at an unmarked hospital with more security than vaccines. At the end of the hallway was his mother getting prepped for surgery with a bullet still lodged in her stomach.

Devin confirmed that afternoon that his father was indeed in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Emergency Response Team. His parents never hid the fact that his dad was a cop, but they did hide the fact that he was one a member of the elite Emergency Response Team. It explained why he would sometimes be gone on 'work trips' or emergency calls into the office, but that wasn't the reason Devin's mom caught a bullet. That was for a reason all her own.

Instead of being a simple pencil pusher in the Canadian bureaucracy machine Devin learned that she was a team leader within Communications Security Establishment (CSE). Her unit specialized in counter intelligence operations which meant she hunted spies and this past mission got switched on them. Instead of hunting a mole it was hunting them and once they knew their cover was blown they escaped, but not before leaving a .45 resignation letter in Lisa Coal.

While Lisa healed from her wound the family healed as well. At first Devin felt somewhat hurt that his parents hadn't shared all these amazing things about their life, but as he grew up and talked with them more he came to understand why they compartmentalized their professional life from their home life. Then on his 14th birthday they both approached him with a small leaflet with the letters S.P.I.G.A. and a one year plan to get him ready for what they were about to drop in his lap. Mich of what he needed to know he already had learned, but now the difficulty and relentlessness of the training was partnered with very clear instructions, goals, and requirements.

It was his mothers idea to send him to S.P.I.G.A. with the hopes he would start to pursue a life of espionage rather than a soldier like his father. It had actually surprised him to hear her talk about it as she had said she originally wanted their children to live outside a life of lies and violence. Recently it had started to cause a division between Devin's parents. Each of them wanted what is best for him; however the problem was they had different ideas of what that meant. So when she decided the school was the right move he gladly agreed.

Jason believed the brotherhood and community you find in the military was the right fit while Lisa, on the other hand, believed it was only putting your life in the hands of someone who valued the bottom line rather than lives. She had seen far to many die because they were a fighter rather than in intelligence. Little did anyone know Devin's mother was not without her own goals as well as her countries.
Spy Information

Talents:
* Gymnastics
* Teamwork
* Teaching
* Sailing
* Expert Marksman
* Rescue Diver (Unofficial)
* Basic Explosive Familiarity
* Mountaineering

Gadgetry:
* Flip Phone (Called Stone A.G.E.)
* Hidden Blades
* Sig Sauer P226 Pistol (Gift from mom)
* Colt Canada C8SFW (Gift from parents)
* Remington Defense CSR (Gift from dad)
* His mothers favorite pen.
* His fathers diving watch.
* Standard Laptop (Encrypted)

Other Items:
* Messenger Bag with hidden storage and lining.
* His mothers favorite pen.
* His fathers diving watch.
* Copy of Lonely Planet Canada
* Several formal suits
* The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad
* The Spy Who Came in from the Cold by John le Carré
* Collection of Sunday Crosswords from New York Times

Other Information
* Fluent in both English and French. He also speaks a small amount of Korean.
* The youngest in his troop to earn Eagle in his Boy Scout Troop at 14.
* While he practices shooting with his dad he enjoys code puzzles with his mom.
* Due to his mothers abilities and personality Devin is attracted to strong woman.
* His favorite candy is the H.I. Rowntree & Company concoction Smarties.
* Devin is a patriot who believes in his country and its ability to do good.
* For a hobby his dad and him would assist in training canine unit dogs.
* As a game Devin tries to guess how many countries his parents have visited.
* His fascination with his mothers work has made Devin read true spy stories.
* The only thing he truly respects about James Bond is his fashion sense.

[User]
Flame

Randy stops humming terribly and stands at attention. "I'm Randy Reynolds ahem" He says. "Nice to meet you." He holds out his hand so that the latina he doesn't know the name yet can shake it.

[Assistant]
"Oh", Sunny laughed shyly in reply to Kat. "Sorry 'bout that. This is really my first time talking to a group pf people that's close to my age, so I'm not really that much of an expert. I just thought that since this is a spy academy, we'll be at competition with each other to get to the very top but it's very nice to know we'll all be friends here!", she smiled sweetly.

She sat back next to Shiro, alittle bit closer than before to show her being comfortable around him, then replied to Chris. "I'm really sorry to sound like I'm bragging, but based on the test I took at Pottermore, I'm already considered a Gryffindor. Actually, I'm personally more of a demigod than a wizard." The Lakambini has a library full of books ranging from Spying 101 to cookery to architecture to young adult fiction novels. Sunny's relieved she has read of couple of books so she can relate to whatever her peers are talking about.

She then turned to the other newcomers Randy, Dominique (hearing her French accent just reignited her interest in learning French) and Nikki. "Hey y'all! Pleasure to meet you! Uh Dominique, can I ask you something if you don't mind?", she said to the nice French lady. "Do french fries, french toast, and the french kiss really come from France?", she asked honestly. It might seem like a silly question but she's really just curious. Right now she's focused on getting to know her classmates better. She knows it's going to be one heck of a year for all of them so she's enjoying moments like this that they can spend time and relax together.

It wasn't until Sunny moved closer to Shiro that she had noticed the sword next to him. "Holy crud", she thought as her eyes widen a bit in surprise and horror. "Why haven't I notice it before?". She backed up a little bit from Shiro. One would think that a person who's been handling needles her entire life wouldn't be afraid of any real blades at all, but she believes that a real, honest-to-goodness sword is best admired from afar, precisely 30 feet away from her.

[User]
AJ stood still near the entrance to the main building for a moment. She was looking over the landscape, a large rutsack hanging from her shoulders and wheeled luggage in tow. After a group of students walked past her, presumably heading to their dorm rooms, she did the same. AJ simply followed some of them as they made their way to the Whitley building. She was somewhat dreading going inside, having to introduce herself to a bunch of strangers she'd never seen before in the form of small talk. "So where are you from? Oh, wow, really? What's it like over there?!" Definitely not her thing.

With an low sigh, the young girl pushed the door open to come into view of the large living space with a handful of students already sitting around. AJ immediately noticed the steps leading up to the second floor, and she made her way over as she smiled at some of the students who were looking at her as she walked past. Once at the foot of the stairs, AJ pushed down the handle of her luggage and with some effort, picked it up from the side. It was somewhat heavy, but she could manage. The young girl ascended the steps somewhat awkwardly, having no solid leverage with the weight she was carrying upstairs. A few moments passed before AJ finally got to the very last step. She put her luggage down before exhaling, looking around as she spotted her room being the second down on the right. She walked towards it and opened the door, deciding immediately that it was best if she just left her stuff there to go back downstairs, so that's what she did.

The young girl then made her way to the first floor, taking better notice of the other students. She sat down on the love seat and rested her chin on her hand, wondering if someone was going to come around and give them some more information.

[Assistant]
The yacht was a thing of beauty in most eyes, but in Devin's it was a true masterpiece. While he would have preferred a sailboat he was a fan of anything that got him on the water and this Spanish registered vessel would do nicely. During the trip from the main island Devin had walked around the ship admiring its ins and outs. When it set out he found some of the crew and watch them.

The rest of the trip was easy enough. Devin had found a place to relax. His nerves were getting the better of him as he saw the island. He hadn't really talked to anyone on the boat due to giving off an air of interest of the ship which was true so he didn't mind. He watched as they docked and then went and grabbed his bags. Some of his things had been sent ahead, but thankfully he made the right decision to wear his leather jacket as a brisk gust of wind common in England.

Following the directions given to the other freshman he entered the massive and aged walls of the castle as security motioned for everyone to follow. Looking around Devin gave his classmates a look over. He saw student armed, but it seemed none of them were twitchy with them. Others had phones or tablets. It was less intimidating than he would have imagined as nearly everything else fit any public school scene. There were people excited to see each other and others bemoaning the coming onslaught of school work that was ahead of them.

During the introduction a few things made Devin raise an eyebrow. After mentioning that some students hadn't survived Devin muttered "That wasn't in the brochure". What came after was some classic words of wisdom handed down to students throughout the ages. After the headmaster finished his lecture and guiding words everyone was directed to their living spaces. Along the way he heard some students talking to one of the security personal positioned at the exit. He made an announcement of where incoming students and so Devin followed.

Arriving at his building he almost knocked and then gave a mental chuckle. Opening the door he walked in to the welcoming arms of an expansive room seemingly fit for a king. While walking in he gave a loud whistle. "Nice..." he mused while walking into the living room area with couches and 7 other people engaged in small talk and introductions. Not one to linger any more than needed he walked into the room and introduced himself as they all turned and looked at who had whistled and walked in.

"Whitley Building right?" Devin asked politely. "I didn't know the school had such a sense of humor with names. Didn't exactly come through in the opening remarks..." He said while looking around at both the furniture and the company. Sitting in the room was the collection of people he had heard chatting. He didn't have names to faces but he figured introductions could happen soon enough. "Name's Devin Coal everyone. Nice to meet you."

(Devin's inner thoughts as he scanned the room and got a first impression of everyone in the room)

47 - Asian, most likely Japanese considering his fashion sense with the sword. It helped being from one of the largest and diverse Asian populations outside the continent. The suit was straight from the Hollywood red carpet too.

- The red head was hard to miss considering how striking her hair was. Add the massive tattoo and the boot camp Lara Croft look she had going she read as someone ready and the school was already going to slow for her. Devin wasn't smitten but he definitely did a double take when he first saw her on the boat and was happy to see her in the room.

- Normally they say you can tell a lot about a man from his shoes... What does that mean when a man isn't wearing shoes? Still considering there was only one pair by the door he could assume the guy didn't lose them.

Flame - Tough to say where she is from. Perfectly pleasant enough for a roommate and classmate.

- The denim jacket was stylish and he liked the look she had it paired with. Her blonde hair gave her a sort of Scandinavian beauty a lot of north Americans see in beauty magazines but the obvious travel fatigue was written on her face.

Tracers - Good Lord! Where did they grow you? This guy towered over Devin by several inches. I guess he was going to have to get used to not being one of the taller in the bunch like he was back home.

- Cute. Considering every woman in this school was likely capable of killing someone thirty different ways Devin figured she wasn't any exception so a simple happy smile would be about as far as I should go.

- Energetic to say the least. She seemed to beam at him as he introduced himself and was one of the more enthusiastic in the group from the short time he had been there. Some might roll their eyes at it, but Devin saw it more as an impressive feat considering where they all were.

Once Devin had introduced himself and shook or nodded to everyone he looked around for his things. "I am guessing stuff we had delivered was brought to our room or maybe do we have to go pick it up somewhere?"


[System]
Physical Form: The darkwraiths are beings that were once humans, but were twisted to depravity through the temptation of a dark serpent. These beings feast on the souls of their victims, and also on their very humanity. The darkwraiths have a drug-like addiction to humanity and in feasting on it, they drain the sanity from their victims to retain their own. Their skeletal appearance is actually a suit of armor granted to them by the serpent. Beneath it, the a healthy darkwraith looks very much human, but a starved one will have their nature revealed with wrinkled, rotting flesh. Kor stands at about six feet. Beneath his helmet, his face his stern and gaunt, with unkempt black hair and dark brown eyes. He has a muscular build derived from years of hunting down his prey.

Abilities: The Dark Hand- This is the magic weapon granted to all darkwraiths by the serpent. It is a manifestation of the darkness in their souls, and in its idle form appears to be an ethereal orb of blackness with streaks of red squirming about its wielder's hand. The Dark Hand can warp into both a sword and a shield with a complete physical manifestation. Due to the ethereal nature of the Dark Hand, it cannot be broken, but at the same time it will often yield to sturdy materials.

Lifedrain- The most feared of the darkwraith's abilities. The user channels his hunger into his Dark Hand and lunges at a victim. Upon contact, he drains the victim of his humanity. This does no physical damage to the target, but destroys its sanity, turning it into a soul-starved creature that will attack friend and foe alike. This ability does not work on those that are already corrupted or depraved, but on those that are valiant and righteous.

Abysswalker- In this world, there exist magics, indeed entire planes, forged from darkness itself. The darkwraiths are one of the few beings that thrive in such darkness. They are immune to the effects of darkness-based magic and can freely navigate through any realms made of darkness.

Red Eye Orb- A blood-red orb with a menacing eye carved into it. This orb seeks out the pure of heart, and once a target is located the orb will begin to pulsate. Once the target has been located, no amount of walls or barricades can stop a Darkwraith. They can use the Red Eye Orb to transport them to the general vicinity of the target. This comes with great risk, though. The orb does not reveal who the target is or what defenses are established, and it will only bring them withing 100 feet of the target. The darkwraith may be stepping into his own doom.

The Dark Sword- The melee weapon of choice for darkwraiths. The Dark Sword is a straight sword with a thick, wide, blade. The additional mass makes it good for staggering heavily armored foes. Though heavy, Kor can wield this blade masterfully, preferring to unleash a flurry of quick strikes rather than large single strikes.

Ring of the Evil Eye- Legend has it the this ring contains the spirit of a terrible monster that assaulted the lands long ago. Now, the power of this beast's cruelty is channeled into the bearer. With every slain foe, some of the wearer's energy is restored, and light wounds begin to heal.

Personality: In a word, voracious. Where others look at a battle and see terror and carnage, glory and honor, Kor sees a king's feast. These peaceful times have left Kor anxious and irritable from his hunger, but once his appetite becomes satiated he becomes as morbidly jovial as the next minion of darkness celebrating his victory.

Wants/Needs: Kor is driven by a relentless hunger for souls and humanity, but also takes pleasure in the dark. However, Kor is also reasonably intelligent, so any tools that would assist him in his hunt would be seen as an ample reward.

Backstory: Kor was once human, but that is all he remembers of his days before he was a darkwraith. For one reason or another, Kor found himself at the bottom of a pitch-black chasm, unmarked on any maps. He was terrified a first, but then he heard the voice of the serpent. It was a soothing voice, an infallible voice: "You were born from the Dark, why do you fear it?" Kor's pulse slowed and he sat upright. That's right, it was only darkness, there was no reason to be afraid. "Ah, you are not like the others who tremble at the Dark! Come, let me give you this gift, and you can be the savior to usher in a new age!" Naturally, the years of hiding in the shadows merely to sustain his own existence was grueling for Kor. However, when he heard of the new dungeon keeper, the prospect of open combat was appealing, plus he liked the new age that the dungeon keeper wanted to usher in.

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Twich was neither brave nor a warrior and he was fairly okay with this fact; The standard warrior response to a fortified enemy position was to charge it head first and hope enough people survived the arrows and the rocks to take it. Cowards made better tacticians on account of their desire to not die.

While this operation didn't actually require that much in the way of creative thinking due to the vast range of skills that the champions of the Dungeon Keeper and the fact that they were up against people armed with little more then pitchforks who didn't know they were coming, wholesale slaughter was something of a wasted opportunity.

Looking over what he could see of the target objective before the order from the Dungeon Keeper arrived, Twich quickly formulated a plan while taking into account that he didn't know the skill sets of those around him and the likely hood that they would listen to any plan he had to suggest. When the kill order came, the kobold let out a quick, sharp whistle in order to draw attention to himself before he started to explain himself quickly. "Three teams; Execute, Secure and Contain. Team Execute needs to head to the Church and the Manor; Priests and Nobles are the traditional leaders and rallying points of communities like this and they need to be dealt with quickly. Break or kill them at your leisure. Team Secure needs to secure the blacksmith, both granaries and at least one barn right off the bat. Team Contain needs to ensure that no one escapes and that the farmers don't rally around a sub-leader. Pick whatever team best suits your abilities and try to keep collateral damage as low as possible; We want to be able to loot the place when all is said and done and we could always use more prisoners. Go!"

Twich would wait until the bulk of the champions had broken off to do their thing before heading towards his own objective; To secure one of the granaries. Not the most grand of jobs but if they wanted to eat someone needed to do it.

[Assistant]
That Which Consumes Peace gazes at the other evil-doers, a rag-tag but dangerous bunch.
 "Full of potential.", the demon mutters to himself, a small grin playing on his lips.
He peers over to a kobold that is seemingly giving orders.
"Well that's no good. ", is his comment on the sight.

That looks over to his shoulder, glancing at the small fairy sitting with her feet dangling.
"Can I do sumthin' for ya boss?"", is her cheerful response.
"Go. Join the other warriors. Help and feed off of the murder."
"Okay boss!"
He watches as She Who Bathes In Blood flies off towards the village carrying an axe twice as big as her. The demon fairy will feed off and give power to the fellow evil-doers as they killed.

Now, it's his turn. That Which Consumes Peace teleports to the field where the farmers have yet to realize the assault that is incoming. The demon grins to himself as his invisible form examines the farmers.
He activates his aura, along with whispering in the minds of each and every one of them. Soon, they are mindlessly attacking and killing each other over petty arguments. After the farmers are nothing but bodies with pitchforks and hoes sticking out of them, That gives a small laugh.
 "That was absolutely delicious."
He considered burning the crops, but decided against it. It may cause more chaos, but it would draw early opposition against him for burning supplies that the dungeon could use. He would have to wait for the right moment to maximize his chaos potential.

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Overhearing the kobold's order as they began their mission, Ekusha derived a plan of her own.

She broke away from the group and released herself from her corporeal form. The village was insignificant, but Ekusha had no doubt everybody would be going all-out to prove their significance. In that case...

Ekusha began probing the minds of the local leadership: the local lord, priests, artists, etc. She eventually came across a clergyman sweeping the premises. He had been at the church before dawn to prepare for ritual, and all he wanted was to go home and rest. He had devoted his entire youth to religious service under the priest, but he often faltered in thought, blaming the priest for his severe shy-ness and his longing for romantic companionship. Kill him.

The youngest son of the local lord played with the children of the aristocracy out in a field adjacent to the city square. Often, he was picked on for being small, especially by his own brothers. He couldn't help it, though; he was the only one in this group who had not yet reached adolescence. In their games of tag, he would be tackled and held down. The others would often laugh at the expense of this child, yet he would continually attempt to save face and play on. Now, he was it. The older kids surrounded him, taunting him to run after them. Of course, his little legs would never be able to catch up. But, in the midst of a gust of wind and a small pick-up at the square, he came up with another plan. After untucking the slingshot from the back of his trousers, the child loaded it with several shards of broken glass. In a flick-of-the-wrist, they flew through the air, chasing his tormentors.

Her plans would have had a more severe effect given more time, but it would all be in vain since the little village would be leveled by the monsters she would have to fight alongside. Ugh, she thought, disgusted that what she considered her art-form would be overshadowed by barbaric slaughter.

[Assistant]
Umbra stood still as the others gathered near the entrance of the village. It was still evening, and the sun still shined brightly in the sky preventing him from taking a physical form. The others most likely planned on attacking the village head on, burning anything and anyone that got in their way, some possibly even taking the less fortunate prisoners. Umbra though had set his eyes on what he considered the real target or at the very least his only real target. A distant manor with likely rich and wealthy inhabitants who could cause a problem if they are left alone, even if they chose to run away they may alert nearby villages.

As soon as the Master had alerted his army to begin the assault, those around him quickly began to make their moves. The Kobold did his best to formulate a strategy of attack, others seemed to walk past him only focusing on the amount of destruction they can cause. Umbra quickly traveled to the manor ignoring those around him and traveling at high speeds.

Finally arriving at the large manor he was relieved by the lack of light within. The size making it difficult to fully rely on windows and natural lighting, but it wasn't until he moved into the library that he noticed an older Gentleman sitting calmly reading a fairly lengthy book next to a small candle. He seemed to be the lord of the house, blissfully ignorant of what is going on. A mistake the man will never live long enough to regret.


[System]
Gender:Male

Age: 23

Appearance:

Rank: Lance Corporal

Class: Shocktrooper

Weapons and Equipment: Maj-X M1, Shocktrooper armor, A grenade, a watch.

Personality: Aaron is the kind of guy you want at your back. Brave,Loyal, Smart, and strong. But he is also very impulsive, and very likely to run in shouting LEEEEERRRRROOOOOYYYY JEEEEEENNNNNNNKIIIIIINNNNNS! (or some such battle cry.) with guns blazing, and grabbing attention, and getting his allies killed.

Bio: Born to a Noble Family in the Federation, Aaron always was raised with money, Until the day his father was murdered, and he was forced to run to Gallia. He moved to the South, and took a job as an iron miner. He became a Hard worker. One day, he was digging for a new mine, and found Ragnite. He was made rich again, but when the imperials came, He was conscripted, and volunteered to be a shocktrooper, and the rest is current.

RP Sample: Aaron finished digging the hole. His hands were bloody and chapped, and Aaron almost had heat stroke.
"Sir, you may want to check this out!" He shouted to his boss.
"What is it?" His boss replied in his gruff voice.
"I found something, and I don't know what it is!" Aaron replied cautiously
"Finish digging and we'll see what it is!" His boss replied. Aaron nodded and grabbed his shovel. And that's when the rain started.
"Crap." Aaron said.

My favorite Team member of Squad 7 is Salinas. He's so awesome! He's my vanguard.

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Aaron vomited. He was one of the last survivors of Squad 9. Everybody else was either wounded badly, or dead. Aaron vomited because the smell of death was so thick where he lay. He had also taken quite a bit of damage to his armor. He stared at the Shocktrooper who had been killed next to him. Aaron decided to trade armor with him. He took off all of the armor, and traded it with the fallen soldier. The armor wasn't badly damaged because the soldier had been shot in the head. Aaron stood up. He heard some shots ring out, so he climbed over the ruined wall, and dropped prone. "This is the last time I volunteer to sweep for mines!" He said under his breath

 He remembered they lost their tank because he hadn't bothered to look for anti-tank mines. Then the freaking ambush had to happen. He just wanted to go back to the Federation, back to his home, except he couldn't because his family was murdered, and he would be too if he returned. That was when he heard gunfire again. Aaron crawled into a ruined building.

"Hello? Is anyone still alive?" Aaron shouted. He knew he wouldn't get a reply. Most people were dead or dying. "Can anyone hear me?" Aaron laughed. He might get a few replies from Imperials, and he would be either killed or taken as Prisoner of War, but no Gallians were alive enough to respond.

[Assistant]
The gunfire had grown distant now, bar the occasional crack of a sniper's rifle. Harald had been lucky, shepherding his charges through the warzone his home had become without crossing paths with the Imperial Army. A good thing too, since he was down to only twelve rounds for his revolver and honestly doubted its effectiveness against the thick steel armour of Imperial regulars. He didn't even try to use the rifle he had procured from the armoury, not in this tight urban environment, although that was about to change. The three of them eventually reached the outskirts of the town, breaking out into the patchwork of hedgerows and arable land that made up Gallia's southern plains. Visibility was tight and even a seasoned soldier could easily get lost in the maze of identical fields, but locals like Harald knew the place like the backs of their hands. Reaching the rendezvous site would be easy. As the three of them settled into a ditch to catch their breath, Harald's wireless crackled to life once more. Expecting Varrot's voice on the other end, the speaker's thick Imperial accent chilled his blood a little, before the Sergeant reminded himself that both his Captain and Corporal were both Imperial expatriates. 'Sergeant Harald, yes? This is Captain Meulemann, hereafter designated as Company Command. I am commandeering your men for the time being and will meet you at the predetermined position once my objective has been achieved. Be a good chap and borrow some transport, will you? Company Command out.' Before the Sergeant even had a chance to confirm, the connection was severed. He hadn't been privy to any information about their commanding officer bar what could be gleaned from the brief introduction that morning, but knew better than to ask questions. Harald turned to his two subordinates with a sardonic grin. '... Well kids, you heard the man. Let's nick us some wheels.' The most logical place for the Imperials to park their transports would be the nearby agricultural exchange; they would try there first.

Elsewhere in the city, Meulemann handed the wireless back to Varrot with an affirmative nod. The three of them had discovered the location of an Imperial command post, marked on the map of one of the snipers that had plagued them. In all likelihood the commanding officer of the attacking force would be there, along with his general staff. With two snipers and a keen-eyed scout, they were in an ideal position to eliminate the officer and deal a crippling blow to the Empire's command structure in this region. The three of them set out toward the command post, unaware that two other members of Squad 4 were already enroute to the same objective...

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Brenna stood there in a bit of a shock. This girl was hysterical. She just glad that the girl had taken out the only enemy soldier in the building. And when the girl fainted, Brenna enjoyed the silence for a minute before walking over, moving her away from any obstacles that might cause harm to the girl when Brenna shakes her awake. Then, with a firm grip in the collar, she shook the girl awake, and not releasing till she was able to hold herself up.

Once she had regained her senses, Brenna motioned her head in the direction of a back door. Then opened the door and checked the alley it lead to. Confirming that it was clear with a nod, then moved into it. Lilly following now doubt. And after some time of maneuvering through the alley, Brenna came to a sudden halt, stopping Lilly if she needed to. "We're close. A lot of sound nearby." she said in a whisper, not wanting to give their position away. Their foot steps would go unheard, with all of the soldiers that were moving around, but their voices wouldn't.

[Assistant]
Aaron stood up. He started dashing, his footsteps started echoing on the cobblestones. He closed his eyes and just ran forward. That's when he heard the *Ping* of a bullet hitting his armor. Aaron ducked his head and kept running. He finally decided to turn around. He had an imperial scout on his tail. Aaron pulled the rack of his gun backwards. He could hear the imperial laughing under his helmet. Aaron closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. He heard the bullets make contact with the Imperial, and he heard a cry of shock from him. This was Aaron's first kill. he heard the man mutter. Aaron ran over to him.

"Oh my God, Oh my God, what the hell have I done?" Aaron muttered under his breath. He pulled some Ragnaid from his pack. "It will be ok, I'm sorry, it was self defense!"

"It's ok, you did what you had to." He heard the imperial say. Aaron took off his helmet. The Imperial was no more than 20, No more than a boy. Aaron couldn't let this kid die!

"Please, tell my Fiancee I love her!"

Aaron nodded. "tell her yourself, you're gonna pull through." Aaron watched the boy smile. " Let's hope we can both make it through this war."

The Imperial stood up. "Me too, by the way, what's your name? My names Nikolai."

"Aaron, and I hope I meet you again, Nikolai." Aaron shouted to the soldier. Nikolai smiled, put on his helmet and walked off.

Aaron turned around him to see a Gallian tank and three Gallian troops headed for him, a sight for sore eyes.

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Lilly's brief relief from the horror and terror of war was suddenly cut short when she was shaken awake and pulled to her feet by Brenna. Her legs still jittering from her start, she needed to be held up by her for a moment before she managed to regain her footing. "T-thank you..." Her antisocial companion only replied by nodding her head towards the back door and heading out of the house, leaving Lilly to creep through the alleys behind her.

It took a while from all the sneaking and hiding, but eventually they made it to the edge of the imperial staging base. Brenna came to a stop at the edge of the alley, forcibly stopped Lilly by pushing at her, before stating that they were close. Lilly nodded and crouched, laying her rifle on the ground and peering around the corner. It quickly became apparent that 'staging base' was far too generous of a term for the encampment they had stumbled upon. There were two tanks being refueled from their externally carried canisters, but aside from that, there were only a few munitions crates and barrels lying around. It certainly looked like this 'base' was only temporary, set up quickly as a safe area to refuel the tanks and resupply critical ammunition, but not much else. Fortunately that meant that aside from a dozen or so engineers milling about, there were very few proper soldiers in the base. Reporting this to Brenna, Lilly picked up her rifle and, in a shaky voice, said "I-I couldn't see the o-officer. I need t-to get closer."

Not waiting for a reply, she crept as quickly as she dared to from the alley to a burnt out civilian car parked along the main road. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice her, and her new position gave her much better view. Timidly poking her head around the side of the car, she searched again for the commander. This time she was not disappointed. Walking out of a house, came a tall and imposing man dressed in rusty red armor. He was flanked by two soldiers armed with rifles, and he quickly walked over to one of the barrels, unfurled a map onto it, and started to point out positions, locations, etc. on it as he briefed the two scouts he was no doubt about to dispatch.

Lilly dropped to the ground behind the car when one of the tanks being refueled started up and drove down the street past her, heading towards the front line. After the coast was clear again, she looked back up at the officer and noticed something she hadn't before. On the barrel that the three were crowding around was written a warning symbol and the name of it's contents: Ragnoline. Despite her terrified state, even Lilly understood what an opportunity this was. She hurriedly scrambled back to Brenna and reported this to her. Ragnoline was highly explosive.

[Assistant] Paul was exhausted. The ringing of Rounds as they impacted on the stone and wood of the store made Paul flinch. Slowly he moved away from the window as more and more rounds poured through the window. "Mom...Dad..." he leaned against a wall as he waited for the Imperials to get close enough for him to unload on them. "Watch over me..." he muttered as a grenade came flying in only to land at Paul's feet. "Damn!" He muttered as he scrambled for it. After Paul grabbed the grenade he tossed it outside the window. The moment the grenade passed the window it exploded. Two of the soldiers outside screamed, either as result of the flash of the deadly hail of shrapnel that the explosion created. The blast back knocked Paul onto his back. As he got up he heard a sound that was different then the sounds of shooting, it was the sound Tracks. A sense of despair came over Paul. " I am alone,I am out numbered, I am running low on ammo,I don't think I will make it out of this... He thought as he realized that the only shooting was concentrated on his position, and he could no longer hear the sounds of return fire. As he thought Paul moved to the opposite wall where there was a strong wooden counter made from solid oak. After Paul moved behind the counter and trained his weapon at the window. Thankfully the Door was blocked by rubble so no imperials could get through. " wont stop a tanks...but maybe I can take a few of the grunts out there with me before they get me... As Paul waited a sad smile crossed his face. He had known his squad mates for only a short time, but he was proud to have fought with them. Paul had known a few since they were from the same town, many of the familiar ones he had gone to high school with. To Paul it was like losing a piece of his very soul, each death destroyed a memory of what he was fighting for.


[System]
Nickname: The Kindly Stranger
Race: Kumiho
Age: appears 25, is 400+
Gender: Male

Appearance: Hitori has Long Limbs and Pale Skin. His eyes are Turquoise and His Hair is White. He has a Cheeky Smile and his canine teeth are slightly more pronounced than a humans, likewise his hands end in sharp claws and he has a pair of fox-like Ears as well as five long Bushy White Tails. His Forehead has a Smooth Turquoise Gem imbedded in the center. (Picture to come soon)
Proportionality: Hitori is Long, Lean, and has enough of the classic seductive Kumiho Curves
Weight: 210
Height: 6'6
Frame: Lean
Use a hider.
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Personality: Can Coy and Flirty but a little Volatile at times, can sometimes let their emotions get the better of him and will sometimes act before thinking things through. Also has a Slightly alien thought pattern to those who are not Kumiho that can come across as strange .
Job: Street Performer, Bar Owner, and Information Broken

Fighting Style: Capoeira

Weapons from strongest to weakest: - Scythe, Steel infused Ribbons, and Dolls
Armors/Outfits: His Clothing is a Mixture of Traditional Flowing Silks associated with the Kumiho and the Tight Leathers found in Bandits. He will wear Silks only for more Formal events while his clothing with be mostly leathers or Rubber infused cloth if in combative scenarios.
 Weight Class: Light

Familiar: Siren

Takes the form of a Lovely woman with pale blue skin, long seafoam colored hair, and bright iridescent eyes. Her lower half is a long set of Eight pearly white Tentacles while her mouth is filled with needle sharp fangs, wears what appears to be a gown made of Exotic Jellyfish.

Familiar Abilities: Water Black Magic and Gravity. Water Immunity/Absorption, Can Call forth Combative Tentacles, Enchanting/Destructive Voice, Fire Resistance, Weak to Lightning

Movement Type: Floating Swift Motions, Swims through the air

Familiar Size: Medium
Relic Weapons: Crystalline Violin made from Prismatic Shimmering Water

Relic Armors: Flowing and Gauzy Silks and Laces made of Mist and Water in the Colors of Seafoam, pale Blue, and Lavender

Trance: Beware the Kindly Stranger

Hitori's Trance State causes his Silks and Leathers to become Flower Petals that flow around and Caress his Body, His limbs become longer and his Face becomes Gaunt. His Turquoise Gem Becomes a Third Eye while his Normal Eyes widen and his Pupils slit. His Hair, Ears, and Tails Take on a Brilliant Gold color. In this State Hitori gains access to Fire and Wind Black Magic.
Pros- Standard Kumiho Abilities, Swift, Auto-Scan, Nature Magic, and Bewitch.
Cons- Illusions have minor Flaws

Racial Strengths- Longevity, Auto-Scan, Illusion Casting, Glamour
Racial Weaknesses- Hungers for Livers, More prone to Berserk states, Weakness to Ice as an Arboreal Race

Sets: Leave this blank for the time being. All this is, is equipment sets. Usually just outfits and items that you switch between.

Background: Born in the Forests Near what would one day become Lindblum, Hitori has always been inquisitive; He wanted to experience everything and spent most of his time exploring the Woods and befriending spirits of all kinds, the Elders of the Forest said that he had the Potential to become a Great Shaman but Hitori wasn't Interested in that. Once he'd seen almost everything the Forest had to offer he began to wonder what was outside the Confines of the Forests and yearned to Explore what was there. His Elders eventually Relented and Showed him the Forest Heart, the Point where all Forests link together and become one, Hitori was over joyed and used the Heart to Travel every where he could. It was once he was outside of his Forests that he was both awed and horrified by what he saw.

The Spirits of the Outside world were nothing like the once he saw in the Forest, Some were Beautiful and Majestic while Others were Warped and Dangerous, He also noticed something he hadn't seen before; There were People who Lacked souls, their livers were tasteless and carried little Spiritual Power to them, this greatly bothered him as they seemed wrong somehow. Still he would ignore or avoid them if given the opportunity, in the mean time though he had to learn how to adapt and integrate himself with this world. He became many things, Courtiers, Witches, Thieves, Assassins, Apothecaries, Craftsmen, Seamstresses, Actors, anything he could do to experience the world from a new perspective while wearing different faces. He's met several powerful and influential people and has even dabbled in politics from time to time just out of curiosity and intrigue, currently he is the Proprietor of a Bar in Alexandria though he yearns for something new. The Recent appearance of the Black Mages and the Disappearance of the already Rare Lumyian People have begun to make him uncomfortable enough to warrant this desire for something new.

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Perrin exited the room and was rather unsure of which way he was supposed to be heading to begin with. As the ship was suddenly rocking, and a scream was heard nearby it was rather easy to assume he was in the right place to find people or going in the right direction. As the ship shook, Perrin quite easily maintained his balance whether it be from practicing such inside a ring, or, other obvious reasons. A few others were already focusing attention upon him.

The Captain or rather whom Perrin assumed was the captain seemed to be quite in a panic. Perrin had no idea how to work an airship but, something could probably be worked out. Likely with the engineers around here. "So seems like we managed to hit something while being in the air?" Perrin seemed rather confused about the current scenario. "Did you scrape us against a mountain and need to patch up the port-side or something?" Perrin tried to take a guess. "Wait a minute, hooks? Are we being raided?" Perrin again asked. Sky pirates, he did not particularly know much about them yet.

Perrin felt rather awkward as he was poked. If it had been anywhere in the abdomen region a softness like foam and perhaps a brief sinking in feeling would possibly be felt from said poke. "Alreet, then…" was muttered awkwardly in response. Assuming the possibility of sky pirates, Perrin readied his shield and a battle-axe. Seeing as he was to follow after Cassius his pace was rather slowed, and likely for the better seeing as he nearly bumped into the fellow as they dashed out into the fray.

A fiery creature was seemingly being focused upon and some other warriors were about. It seemed some form of concentrated ice had effected it and making it appear, cooler. Seems relatively everyone was focusing fire from a certain direction, so why not take another? Perrin would try to move around and try to get behind the Bomb itself, shield ready. A bit of a grin forming across his face.

[Assistant]
The Lion's Fang - Minerva Fairchild

What had once been a grand play rapidly transpired into chaos, bringing a scowl to her lips beneath the guise of a closed helm. From her perch atop a tower, the Lieutenant waited patiently. Watching the movements of others as the play had progressed, Minerva had a growing suspicion that they were up to no good.

The massive cast of slow upon the masses which she was thankfully out of reach from on her perch caused an even greater scowl. Brigands? Really? Why here? And why so bold a plan? It made no sense, none whatsoever. Surely they didn't think that they stood a chance against the whole of Alexandria's might.

Her eyes drifted then as they began their attempt to flee. There was a Bomb in their midst now, so there was little concern in her eyes until she glanced at the Queen, and promptly the empty throne next to her.

The Princess was missing!

Had they really attempted a kidnapping beneath the watchful eyes of Beatrix?!

"Hildr, I need your wings." The soldier solemnly stated. "The Princess is in danger, gravely so."

In a faint shimmer, a beautiful illusory woman came to stand beside the Alexandrian Lieutenant, and their eyes briefly met. A nod simultaneously noted the understanding of both as the familiar was conjured, and abruptly two wondrous wings made seemingly of ivory sprouted from her shoulderblades. Rippling for a brief moment, she coiled all her strength in her legs, and then sprung into the air.

An uproarious declaration from the brigands and thieves only confirmed it further! Garnet was in mortal danger! With such urgency, the angelic looking Knight tore through the air with astounding rapidity before landing hard on the stage, causing splinters to fly about with her abrupt arrival and impact.

The thieves would be dealt with later, as the wings on her shoulders shattered upon her landing, causing a glistening dust to take to the air. The Bomb was an immediate threat to the Princess' welfare, so it needed to be removed from the picure. Smoothly, two swords came unsheathed from her waist, and a defiant cry marked her arrival.

"Kill it now! Before it endangers the welfare of the Princess!" With such words, and with Hildr close behind, the valiant soldier in white charged the fiery abomination and brought both of her blades of Caladbolg to bear upon it with astonishing strength. Seeking to remove it of its mortal coil before it could do any further damage.

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Itzal's eyes widened as he saw Perrin rushing from behind the Bomb, "Are you crazy?!" He demanded, wondering what on earth the Demihuman was trying to do. He gritted his teeth, he wanted to rush in and help, but he knew he couldn't do anything without Cassius' permission.

"Cassius! What should we do?" He demanded, his crimson eyes never leaving Perrin's form. "Should we just sit back and watch?" He gasped as his familiar suddenly appeared.

"Do not fear... Everything is going according to plan. If Cassius felt that you were needed... He would have asked for your assistance." The great hound told him with a gravely voice.

Itzal bit his lip, but nodded, "Yes... I suppose you're right... I will have faith then..." He said, taking a step back, but still on guard if he was called into action.

[Assistant]
It seemed Karn was really giving the Bomb a good licking, part of the impact sent it hurling back slightly, back enough to bump Beatrix off the stage, it however charged forward to be blasted with frost to the face, it hardening in response as it slightly slowed down enough for Perrin to strike from behind. Cassius however did not stop there, he threw a stack of marbles to his left, tripping advancing troops that were zoning in.

"Good Grief Kid... Make up your own mind what you wish to do..." Cassius thought aloud to Itzal. "Take the troops off the ship without killing them. I want no fatalities." He twirled to the right, whacking a soldier in the face before getting hit in the shoulder with an Arrow, he grunted slightly, but his eyes seemed to glint through the lens in the mask... He was royally pissed. He tripped the Soldier with the length of the cane before coming down hard on the helmet with a boot, kicking him to the side to watch the trooper rolling somewhat as the chains were breaking from the inside... Probably the work of Garnet. He pulled the arrow swiftly from his shoulder and threw, it catching fire from his channeling at another soldier, in response the Soldier tried to reposition himself closer to Karn, swinging at her legs with a sweeping slash.

Beatrix felt agitated... "This isn't a victory for you, this is just a diversion... Fang of the Lion's maw... I leave the rest in your hands..." The ship was lifting off as it soon was pried free from the inside. It would seem Baku's men were hard at word.

Cassius turned to Minerva. "Friend or foe?"


[System]
Nationality: Czech

Origin: 601. skss

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Appearance:

Jarek prefers various Multicam permutations for desert and woodland environments and M05 for winter. He stands 186 cm tall with average build.

Rank: Sergeant

Role: Ammo bearer

Preffered Loadout:
Heckler&Koch HK 416

* PMAG (30 rounds)
* MBUS
* Magpul AFG-2
* Magpul STR stock
* Surefire M600 Ultra Scout Light
* Surefire SFMB-556-1/2-28 muzzle brake
* Surefire SOCOM556-RC suppressor (stealth operations only)
* EXPS3-4 sight with G33.STS Magnifier

Glock 17 Gen. 4

* Surefire X400® Ultra light
* Surefire SF RYDER 9Ti suppressor (stealth operations only)

Brief Background: Jarek grew up in Blansko, in south Moravia. Early on, he discovered languages, and they absolutely fascinated him - he took his first english lessons at the age of 6, he started learning german when he was 13, although lack of practice made his german a little rusty. He attended the University of Defense in Brno and joined the Army of Czech Republic in 2005.
 A few months in his career, he and his squad were on a patrol, during which they stopped near a local school. While the squad leader was talking to the staff, the six remaining men, including Jarek and their interpreter, provided security and kept the class company while their teacher wasn't available. One of the kids had a cut on his hand and Jarek, seeing an opportunity to minimize his time with the noisy eight year olds, went back to their vehicle with their team's medic to get the first aid kit. When they found what they were looking for, they heard the dreaded muslim cry and were knocked off their feet by an explosion as one of the kids detonated a small bomb he was carrying, killing himself, eight other children, the interpreter and the rest of the squad, including the leader who returned shortly before the explosion, leaving only Jarek and their medic alive, further deepening his hatred for religion. Since that time, he had extreme trust issues towards anyone who looked like an Arab, though he managed to suppress them over the years.
 In early 2008, He joined the 601st skss and participated in operation Enduring Freedom in Afghanistan (2008-2009), protecting the Czech embassy in Kabul (2010-2011) and later returned to Afghanistan.

Equipment: Large backpack with spare ammo, some medical supplies, grenades, various batteries and whatever he or someone else thinks they might need.
He wears a blood type patch on his chest carrier and left shoulder. He wears a czech flag in olive color on his right shoulder.

[User]
Aleksandra sat ramrod straight as Merlin briefed the team. She mentally ran through things in her head, calculating out which weaponry to bring with her. Both she and Dima could serve as EOD... but she couldn't rule out things potentially worse than regular explosives - thoughts of choking gas filled her mind, and she quickly blocked them off by going back to the weapons. She would probably take the Pecheneg - extra ammunition, good supporting weapon, also good at putting holes in walls and in terrorists hiding behind those walls.

As the briefing finished she stood with the rest of the team, moving to leave the room and go prepare. The R&R had been rather short lived, but then, she hadn't exactly expected a month long vacation in the Swiss Alps either.

"Volkov, a word. Stay here for a minute."

She jumped slightly, pulling a sharp about face to look at Merlin curiously. She stood straight and unmoving, immediately responding, "Yes sir?" Her curiosity was evident when she spoke, and she raised an eyebrow, "What is it you need, sir?"

[Assistant]
Tyler sat through the briefing nodding slowly. This certainly wasn't Lowjack. These people had done their homework. Had set up their base rather well. They were good. But Echo is better. He listened to the team break up. A two man right hook, and the others would operate as a bruising left straight. The OpFor would be concentrating on the main large force most likely rather then the small two man blindside. It'd work out. He got up and threw a salute Merlin's way as they were dismissed. He called out to the team as they all filed out, "Anyone needs anything tuned up, or something swapped out on your kit. I'll be in the Gunshop for a few hours here. I can set you up."

That being said he headed off for the Arsenal and Gunshop. A few of the bases other gunsmiths were there too finishing other jobs. Tyler headed over to where he kept his kit, grabbing his C7A2 out of it's padded crate. He also wheeled over a mobile gun modification cart. Containing all matter of items, modifications and parts he could apply to a rifle to change it's characteristics. He began to take the C7 apart carefully, lying the parts aside. And started with a new lighter reciever, tooled down to be lighter, but still retain the ability to go from full auto to single shot and back at a moments notice. Next up was a match grade trigger, which he tuned very carefully, allowing for a faster pull, on top of a lighter pull as well. Wouldn't have to apply so much force to the trigger to get it firing. He also tuned in a stopper pin so he didn't end up pulling the trigger too far back. A slightly over-gassed gas system is slid into the reciever followed by lighter but more robust internals. Making the gun signifcantly lighter to carry and quicker to move about. Screwing on a stock barrel with stock rifling but a specially coated inner barrel, coated with a special alloy that would allow for a flatter trajectory at long ranges. A lot less drop when it came down too it if he had to make a long ass shot. With a new and slightly more improved rifle in his hands he screwed on a compensator-suppressor combination onto the end of the barrel. It'd help with recoil a fair bit, and until they neede to go load the suppressor would keep the sound down.

He gave the rifle a shake, making sure nothing rattled, then pulled the bolt and hit the trigger a few times to make sure everything worked. The tell tale click and snap as everything cycled correctly let him know it was all in working order. Next came some customary adornments, his weaponlight, and the PEQ laser sight, tuned for semi-visible ranges so it didn't give him away clearly. His customary C79 3.4x scope. Canadian scopes at it's finest. Finally though he reached way way down into the bottom drawer of the cart. And pulled out a triplet of underbarrel attachments. Two nearly identical M26 MASS shotguns. But one had a piece of tape wrapped around it that read, "Flechette". The other was just a plain old M26 Mass likely using plain 00 buck. Both MASS thought had stand-off breaching muzzles attached. The third item is ancient. An old cut down Remington short barrel, short tube, 870 Masterkey shotgun. Back form the old days of needing a quicker means of door breaching rather then carrying around a second shotgun over all. The Masterkey is a throw back to old school house warfare and breaching. It was only a moment in time, but to Tyler it was an eternity, he finally picked the base MASS, attaching it to the underbarrel mount. All you need for close and long range fun in one effective platform. And they say you can't get horny from a gun.

He grabbed some practice mags, both for the MASS and the rifle and headed outside to the range to make sure everything worked correctly. He'd be more then ready when the time to deploy rolled around.

[User]
As the briefing ended, Oakley immediately proceeded outside towards the range. She was to be running as a designated marksman on this operation and had every intention to be a damn good one. She crossed the yard and walked inside, giving a nod to Tyler before walking over to where her weapons were stored.

She grabbed her tried and true SR25 from it's crate and brought over a workbench, popping out the pins on the weapon's body before removing the bolt and carrier from the body. She then moved to the front where she cracked loose the barrel nut and removed the entirety of the close quarters barrel assembly and set it aside. From here, she replaced the barrel with a standard 24", blacked out instead of silver.

After the rifle itself was mostly reassembled, she grabbed the 8x rifle scope from the case and mounted it atop the rifle's picatinny rail and also mounted the micro red dot on top of the scope itself for close quarters use. Oakley then mounted her low light range finder and attached it to the side of her rifle's front rails, along with the compact bipod along the bottom of it.

Picking up her rifle, she quickly attached the suppressor and grabbed a magazine of subsonic 7.62mm ammunition. Oakley flipped down the bipod and rested the rifle on the shooting bench as she took a seat behind it. She slid the magazine into place and racked the charging handle with a grin, pulling down her hearing protection before looking down the scope at the 100m range. Child's play. She scored five perfect head shots followed by another five chest shots, all within millimeters of each other.

Pulling out the mag, she then removed the suppressor and grabbed four mags of supersonic ammunition before proceeding to the long distance range. Oakley readied up at the 500m range and got into a prone position behind the rifle, locking a mag into place. Lining up her shot carefully, she slowed her breathing and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a sliver of full metal jacket 7.62mm ammunition down range which promptly slammed into the target. She gritted her teeth and adjusted her scope. Her hit was off.

She looked over to Tyler who was also at the range "My sight was off, what's your excuse?" she said with a light laugh before looking back down range. She fired off another three shots in rapid succession, which all landed on target before standing and rapidly moving over to the close quarters range and switched on the red dot, taking rapid shots at the partially hidden targets before replacing the mag once again. It wasn't long before she had spent all of her ammunition, and she walked back inside to retrieve her MP7.

She was going to be as ready as she could be for this op.

[Assistant]
Jarek listened to the briefing making mental notes along the way. That small patch of land was currently inhabited by a group of less than friendly individuals. Creatures too weak to fight, instead resorting to things even Stalin wouldn't do. Probably.

A raid on a small island, at two in the morning and in a fishing village whose builders obviously never heard of right angles, and probably not even materials that could resist a bullet. He couldn't tell from the photos. A lot of dark places for someone to hide in, not to mention the buildings. That meant something balanced, maneuverable, mounting a short barrel and a powerful flashlight for safety's sake. As much as it bugged him, once again he had to compliment the ČZUB for creating a failure. He would gladly deliver his form of justice through a piece of metal and polymers carefully machined by golden Czech hands, but the latest products and decisions in this area ranged from pitiful to downright stupid. Calling it "BREN" was just a final insult. Western neighbours were once again the go-to people, in the form of a 416. One could even think they were trying to undo their past mistakes with their services.

After the briefing was finished, he walked out into the warm evening and set off to get ready for the upcoming mission. "Bloody religion." he sighed as he disappeared inside the gunshop to prepare his rifle, quietly humming a song.


[System]
Alias: Prodigy

Position: Post-Doctorate level of education

Abilities/powers: Heidi possesses an incredibly hyper-intelligent mind, which gives her a perfect photographic memory and the ability to think and react far faster than a human should be capable of. She can often accurately process every possible outcome of a theoretical scenario using her knowledge of psychology (how a human or animal may act) and physics (how an object may act) to, in a sense, predict the immediate future.

The downside to this is that all her senses are in overdrive 24/7, and she can overthink the most basic of social interactions to the point where she copes by drowning her audio-visual senses with music and books, and by and large avoids social contact except when necessary.

Sex: Female

Age/Date of Birth: 15, 8/4/1984

General appearance:

Additional Appearance/costume: Prodigy's costume is simply a customised jumpsuit, altered to her measurements and dyed with turquoise and gold diagonal stripes. Om her right hand is a gauntlet that utilises similar technology to Tony Stark's Iron Man suit. Her own invention, of course.

Personality: Heidi is shy, reclusive and incredibly timid, but not unfriendly. Due to both her past, and the nature of her mutation, she is incredibly conscious of what other people think of her, both as a result of her direct actions during interactions, or just her reputation in general.

Heidi was raised to believe in mutant registration, a stance which she thoroughly believes in and defends to this day as the best path for everybody. She is also a believer that both body and mind should be used at their full potential, so will quietly judge people who slack off or abuse their bodies.

Special Skills: Heidi has Doctorates in physics, maths, psychology and electrical engineering, but her area of particular expertise is robotics. She also studies mixed martial arts, self defence, usage of firearms and runs as a hobby in order to keep her body in good condition should the need to run arise.

Place of birth: Edinburgh, Scotland

Weapon(s) of choice: Only her brain

Medical information: Hypersensitivity, social anxiety

Brief History: Heidi was brought up in a family who strongly believed in mutant registration, a view which she shared and still does to this day, but when her mutations began to manifest, her family and those in their circle suddenly branded her as dangerous and shunned her whole family. She was constantly aware that she was resented as long as she stayed there.

So she travelled to America. Unlike others who shared her views, she thought Xavier's school was a wonderful institute and was not some threat to the world. In fact, she believed that mutant registration, followed by a worldwide drive to make more schools like Xavier's, that taught young mutants how to control and accept their powers, was the future. Unfortunately she could find no allies with this philosophy. Any other pro-reg crowds either shunned her for being a mutant, or being sympathetic to untrained mutants who could accidentally cause death or destruction, whereas any other independent crowds of mutants shunned her for her pro-reg views, or her age, as all of this occurred before her 12th birthday.

She was eventually found and contacted by Xavier's school itself, and finally found a place she wasn't shunned.

Relatives: Her disgraced scottish pro-reg parents, though the X-men are her only family now.

[User]
Heidi waited for somebody, anybody to answer. She knew the answer of course, but she always liked to make sure nobody else also knew the answer before she answered. Seeing that nobody was answering, she could feel a few people glance at her expectantly. Just a few more nanoseconds she waited, for the exact time when her answering went from a know-it-all speaking over everyone, to the saviour answering the question before the teacher answered their own question and the whole class loses.

She raised her hand, and when Dr. McCoy motioned for her to continue, she started speaking, clearly yet still quietly, almost to herself; "Determinism is the belief that everything that happens is predetermined, and there is only one way anything in the future will actually happen. This would basically mean that we would have no free will and our choices wouldn't matter, as in a sense, they were already made for us."

[Assistant]
Well, you learn something every day. The place was in Philadelphia, and one of George's three homes. The only thing she knew about the dude other than him being the first president was that he had his face carved onto the big rock with three other dudes faces. One of the other guys on the rock was Abe Lincoln, maybe. She'd probably learn sooner or later. She jotted down a few notes on what was said; George had three houses, one was the original white house (the one in Philadelphia), and John Adams (the vice and later second president) was the one to finish off Georges move to where the white house is now. Good for John, he seemed like a productive dude.

 She finished jotting her notes down in time to notice the person she was seated next to change size. And… material. She could have sworn the dude was made of metal and a lot bigger just a moment ago. Why'd he change? She shifted her gaze to look at him for a second before turning back to her paper. The teacher was talking, so outright asking something like that out loud would be embarrassing and rude. She'd give him a note asking. She took a fresh piece of lined paper and quietly tore off a piece, small enough to act as a little note, before scribbling her message on.

~Yo, you kind of just de- metalized out of nowhere and shrunk. You alright?

 She read over her very brief note. It sounded a little overly concerned, since it really wasn't any of her business, but then again it would be better to check if everything was alright. A little concern never hurt anyone, right? And there had to be some reason why he had to do that. She checked to make sure that the teacher was teaching not looking at her, and then handed/slid the once metal person the note. She made brief eye contact with him before looking back to her work.

[User] Rubbing his head, Chrys nods. After his momemtary black out his head stopped pulsating. His only problem was the feeling. He could feel so mich more and it made him dizzy. Not only that, but he could sense a kind of flow around him. Something that gave a near inaudible hum. He would try to figure it out later. Trying to listen in on the hum made his ears ring. He nods at what Caldwell says then just lays back down. "I think I'm gonna sleep a while... Got anything for a migraine, doc?"

[Assistant]
Shawn let out a small, nearly inaudible huff. How bogus would that be, to be a person knowing fully that all of the choices you will ever make were predetermined by some greater force. Shawn didn't like that. He was in control of himself, and nobody had any power over his sound mind.

The doctor went on, talking about notable philosophers who had been known to dabble in such beliefs. Some of the students began to murmur about the know-it-all Heidi, who they were all sure was the only person that Doctor McCoy would call on for information about a new topic. One of the louder kids talking against Heidi was one of the younger students who was just taking the class because he was told to.

This was Johnny Alderdyce. A Hotheaded Pyrokenetic who spent more time messing around with that lighter of his than actually doing any school work. The thirteen year old mutant sat right behind Shawn, refusing to stop talking to one of the kids next to him about the braniac. In his hands was his lighter, the flame fluttering around on the top of the metal shell.

Shawn let out another huff of air, this time a little louder. He went to stretch his hands as far back as he could reach. Using what he knew from science, he effectively stole the fire from John, the little wisp of a flame stretching out before being sucked into Shawn's finger tips.

John grunted and closed the lighter, sitting up straight in his seat. He had something new to complain about. How nice was it that this older student was picking on someone who had only been there a few months? John bet he could get some people on his side with that argument, or at least against Shawn.

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Peter was surprised to see the note placed on his desk. He wasn't quite sure how to react initially, but soon understood what was going on after a bit of thinking. Obviously the teacher did not want them to talk and interrupt the class, so speaking through notes seemed to be a good, if not sneaky, way to bypass that.

With his own pencil, Peter wrote on the other side of the little paper, careful with his English letters as he made his well thought out and elaborate reply. Peter's penmanship wasn't the best, even in Russian, but he was still going to try and make contact with the girl using his chicken scratch writing.

Yes.

Peter was not a very sneaky person, but he believed that he was not caught by Miss Moonstar when he put the piece of paper back on the desk of the girl next to him. He gave her a look in return, nodding slightly before going back to his notes. He still needed to work on controlling his strength in his steel form. He needed to be at the level where he can do everyday things as a large steel man without the worry of accidentally crushing something in his hands.

Miss Moonstar might have seen the passing of the note from Peter to Bonny, but said nothing to the two. Two foreign exchange students who knew next to nothing about american history. She was originally planning on starting a new project for the students to work on over the weekend, but felt like it would be better to unravel now and give them a longer amount of time to do said project.

"Okay everyone," She broke from the lesson and turned to the class. "We're going to be putting you all into small groups for our upcoming project. Make groups of three, and we'll be discussing the project."

As the students moved around, forming their friend groups and getting together, Danielle gave the groups papers about the project.

"A simple project, you will be choosing a president of your choice to focus on. As the packet says, you'll need to do research on their early life, their presidency, and their life after presidency. Include what battles and movements they took part in- and No, John Fitzgerald Kennedy will not be available due to people innopropriately using him in past years."

Peter did not find anyone to sit with, having been his second day at the school. He didn't know anyone, but was lucky enough to have another mutant choose to sit next to him. The older teen was nice enough to invite Bonny over with a lazy wave of the hand.

She looked tired. Her eyes had seen much more than any teenager should, and her face surely showed that. She smiled at Peter, sitting backwards in the chair to look at the russian boy in front of her.

"Sally." She introduced herself to both Peter and Bonny. "You can call my Skids if you want." Her voice even projected a maturity that shouldn't be hear coming from a sixteen year old girl. "We've got the Colossus of Rhodes looking like a little kid right now, and I've got no idea what your powers are. No matter what they are, both of you are knew, so I'm gonna help you out with this project."

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"Migraine?" Caldwell looked back at Chrys. The good doctor stood up and reached into a small cabinet, pulling out a little container of pills. "Tylenol. It should work long enough for you to get your bearings." He set the container down on a nightstand, smiling at the patient. He wasn't sure if Chrys could swallow pills or not, but either way getting him some water to drink would not be a bad idea at all. "I'll be right back. Don't be afraid to try switching the locations of the pills back and fourth to start small."

He was gone for only a brief moment, back with a small plastic cup of water. That too was set down on the nightstand, and Caldwell stood ready for any other requests. "If you need anything, Chrys, feel free to call me. I won't be far."