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Jessica is tall and skinny. While being slender, she's fit, which means she has nearly no butt to speak of and she's flat in front. Jessica is either seen in her socializing scene, decked out in jewels and the finest clothes. Or in "work" clothes. Which are usually ratty jeans and a t-shirt.

Age: A woman never tells~

Faction: Unaligned

Bio: Jessica is a little bit of a split personality to those who don't really know her. On one hand she is a socialite, a very social butterfly and gossip. Always chatting and holding great parties. She drinks a fair amount and likes her men to be lookers. Most of the time in the wealthy circles, she acts like she really doesn't know anything. Beautiful, but dumb. Outside of these circles, Kim is smart. She isn't above double crossing or using people to get what she wants. She has few friends, only two. She loves pretty things and will do most anything to obtain them. She has also been known to be a little unhealthy in her fixations.

Born to rich parents, Jessica grew up spoiled. When Jessica was younger her parents would leave her at their mansion in New York with a nanny. Her nanny gave little Jessica whatever she wanted. As she grew up she began to go to school. There she made few friends. Those that she did get along with, were barely tolerable and not really friends. They were often mean and nasty to each other, constantly putting each other down about how fat they were or ugly. When Jessica was old enough she convinced her parents to let her come with them on business meetings.

Jessica still remembers the first time she had been told no. She doesn't remember why they were there but she remembers the painting. A gorgeous woman in white. It was the Lady Hamilton as Circe by George Romney in 1782. How little Jessica wanted the painting. She told her parents to buy it and told "no". The shock was never nearly the end of Jessica. But it didn't get the better of her. From that point on Jessica fixated on the painting.

Jessica's true first friend was found on a business trip to shanghai. The younger Chinese girl, Wang Mei Lin, didn't speak a word of English, not did Jessica speak a word of Cantonese. Jessica went home that night and demanded to learn how to speak Cantonese. Her parents did her one better and taught her both Cantonese and Mandarin at the same time. By the time Jessica was in her late teens she was pretty much fluent in the two languages.

Jessica also started to learn German on her own when she decided she'd be the one to find the treasure the Nazi's stole in WWII. When she came into her parents money after their deaths when she was twenty, she tried to buy the painting that she had coveted nearly her entire life. When that failed, she turned to theft. Not of the painting, but other ones. From private collectors, from crooks, from their hiding places in the world. She stole whatever struck her fancy and sold the rest to fund her enterprise.

Jessica sometimes returns to the Tate in London to visit the painting when it goes on display. However she leaves it alone. Once, Mei Lin asked Jessica why, and all she received as an answer was "because that's how it must be". Mei Lin assists Jessica on her escapades. To the world at large Mei Lin is an Asian oddity. There is even gossip that Mei Lin and Jessica are lovers. The truth is unconfirmed.

Also assisting Jessica is Devin, a computer geek. Jessica slept with him in college and while the two are no longer together, they are still good friends.

When Jessica turned twenty three she dropped out of college and began to set herself up as a full time thief. She predominately steals artwork, though she does keep a few pieces. She has also been known to freelance for certain individuals if the job is interesting and the price is right. However, to the public Jessica is a bimbo who tosses extravagant parties and is blowing through her parent's money.

Weaponry: Jessica carries a hand gun, Glock 19 Gen4 (9mm Luger). She also carries mace, a ceramic blade, a two combat knifes.

Equipment: Jessica's equipment varies on her type of mission. If she's infiltrating a party for information she wouldn't bring things like work boots or climbing rope. Same goes for if she's spelunking, she wouldn't wear heels and a pretty dress. Being independently wealthy helps her get her hands on anything she needs no matter where she is in the world.

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CHAPTER I

                         THE GHOSTS OF THE GENERAL STAFF

Location- Berlin, Germany

The discovery of hitherto unknown documents in the bowels of the German archives revealing a location thought to have been established by the Science Division of the SS has caused a stir in historical circles. It is possible that this facility, hidden on the Courland Peninsula in Latvia, could contain clues to the Science Division's secret research bunker and he trove of loot within.

Access to the records building is forbidden without the permission of the German Cultural Ministry.

If you have an invite, it's simply a matter of following your guide to the basement where the records of the Wehrmacht's Army Group North is stored in Halle 13C. Invites are not particularly difficult to obtain, but the Germans do check before issuing one.

 Otherwise you'll have to either break in at night or seduce, impersonate or bribe a guard or employee.

Being a government building the records department has impressive security systems including alarms, tripwires, and cameras. It is patrolled by officers of the Berlin police, who are armed with batons, pistols, and pepper spray.

Tom Carson craned his neck to look up at the buildings around him as the taxi came to a halt outside the German cultural ministry. Thanking the driver in his stiff German Carson stepped from the taxi and made  his way to the entrance.
The man behind the desk inside greeted him with a smile. "Good evening, sir. How can I be of assistance?"

Carson rummaged inside his coat. "I'm Captain Carson, I have an appointment to view some of the contents of of your archives for a book I am writing."

"Very good, sir." The receptionist said after checking his log. "Herr Apfel will be along shortly. May I see some ID?"

Barely had Carson shown his passport Herr Apfel arrived. "Mr. Carson? I am Ferdinand Apfel. Please follow me, I will show you the way."

Carson nodded and walked towards the lift, Apfel spouting pleasantries.

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Three vehicles pulled up at the loading bay of the Records Building. Two grey Audis escorted a Mercedes van, looking very much like a prisoner transport. The guard at the kiosk inspected their papers before hitting the controls to open the door and let them in. They swept through and stopped in the bay, disgorging a phalanx of dark-suited men wearing ear mics. Theodore 'Theo' Becker, second in command of the Berlin section of Talon Corporation, stepped from the lead Audi as a grey-haired German police officer approached.

"Theo, old friend, it is good to see you." the officer said, shaking Becker's hand.
"It is, Karl, it is." Becker responded. "So we are clear to proceed? No interference?"

The policeman shrugged. "You know I can't give you a certainty for that kind of thing. Keep things quiet. You should be able to find what you're looking for and get out without problems. If you make a racket...all bets are off." Becker nodded at his men. "Get the little shit out here."

Two Talon troopers emerged from the van, dragging Don Richardson along with them. Becker pointed to the policeman. "You see that, Richardson? We got the cops on our side, too. Don't fuck me about, or you'll be sorry. You find us the rest of those co-ordinates, and we stay friends. Got it?"

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The whole ride to the archives, Don was thinking of comebacks to what the men might say. He already thought about the phrase 'don't fuck with me' or something along those lines, to which he'd reply, "Fuck with you? I wouldn't even touch you." Of course, no matter how he said it, it'd most likely end with him getting punched in the face. So, only about a fifth of the way to archives, Don decided he wouldn't be a smartass unless he wanted a black eye.

So the whole ride there, Don would hum a song that he liked to listen to in his boyhood years. And soon, he would simply just start singing it, "Brazil, where hearts were entertaining June, we stood beneath an amb-" His singing was interrupted by one of the Talon Corp. guys shouting at him to shut the fuck up. So, of course, Don just kept on singing. It was just then that the same one who told him to shut up continually punched him in the gut. Don just laughed, and continued singing.

After a few more punchs, so hard that Don even coughed up a drop or so of blood at one point, the man stopped once Don had finished singing. Don just simply slumped back, smiling. He looked at the man, then said: "That was fun. Wanna go again?" He didn't even wait for the man's response before singing once again, and again being punched over and over. They stopped after the driver shouted at both, and then they finally arrived at the archives.

Don looked at Becker with a defiant grin. Still, he didn't want to be beat up again so he played it smart. "Sure, Becky. I gotcha." With that, he followed them inside the archives and searched around for the coordinates. As he searched, he asked: "Hey Becky, you mind telling me why these coordinates are so important that you slaughtered my whole team?"

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Unicycle

Becker laughed. "You're a bold little fucker, and no mistake." He signalled one of the guards who stepped forward and slapped Richardson hard across the back of the head. "That's for speaking out of turn." Becker said. "Why do you think we wiped out your team? Because the coordinates you had led to something worth more than their lives, that's why." He paused. "Worth more than your life, too. So find em as quick as you can, and we might-might, mind you- let you live." The Talon commander broke off as the lift pinged. "Who the fuck is that?" He snarled at Karl the copper, who just shook his head as two men, one with a ragged moustache and the unmistakable bearing of a soldier, came down the aisle.

Herr Apfel had been telling Carson all about the refurbishments the city had been considering making to the building. "And you, see, herr Hauptmann, we've been waiting for this kind of investment for years. Why, the facade alone-" He stopped once he caught sight of the group of men. "Mein Gott, what is this now?" Muttered the thin little clerk, heading towards the grey-haired police officer who stood nervously beside the little group.

"Deal with him." Becker hissed at Karl, before stooping over Richardson's shoulder. "Keep your mouth shut, or by God I'll make you suffer." He muttered in his captive's ear.

"Officer Kreuz." Apfel complained. "What is the meaning of this?" Kreuz shrugged. "These men are conducting research on the logistical details of the Shoah for the Tel Aviv University." He said. It was the perfect answer; no German official would raise an issue with that. Apfel nodded hurriedly and wished the men luck. Carson raised an eyebrow; those guys were no more from a university than he was from the Salvation Army. But what the Hell, he thought as Apfel ushered him into one of the aisles, it wasn't his problem.

"All right, Herr Apfel." He said, taking his thoughts back to the task at hand. "I'm looking for as many references as possible for Ferdinand Shorner's summary executions amongst Army Group Courland from August 1944 onwards.  I'm trying to build a compelling description of the man, you see." Apfel clapped his hands in delight. "Wunderbar! We shall search, and find, herr Hauptmann."

"What do you mean, you can't send em away?" Becker's fury was evident even as he kept his voice low.

Karl Kreuz shook his head.

"The man has an appointment. If I were to insist he leave, it would raise questions we don't want. Just don't slap Richardson around and Apfel will stay out of the way, he's a spineless little toad."

Becker nodded reluctantly. "Fine." He said at last. He went back to the table where Richardson was sitting, flanked by Talon troopers.

"Listen up, you little weasel." Becker said. "Looks like we've got some company for tonight. Some guy writing a book about the Wehrmacht, for a change. So keep it down."

Carson carried a thick binder full of Army Group Courland's various war logs back to the long central table. Taking an empty chair far from the supposed university group he began perusing the documents. He stole a glance at the group down the table. He could make out the title of one of the documents. "Todt Organization logs for the SS raw materials requirements in the East, 1942-1943." Gripping stuff. He turned back to his war logs.

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It was quite easy to secure a fake invite. With a system that heavily relied on technology it was very vulnerable to Devin. The man knew hos way around computers. Which apparently included government archives in Berlin. She had spent the past two days watching the archive before making her move. The only reason why she was rushing it was the Intel she had received that have pushed her into moving.

Talon and the Americans were moving. Jessica swaggered into the Archive as if she owned it. With a beaming smile directed towards the man staffing the main desk. "<Good afternoon.>" Jessica greeted him in German. "<Vivian Angstrom.>"

Jessica produced fake documents showing the fake name. The woman had even dressed to the nines to match the appearance of a wealthy Spanish mogul's wife. Money always moved mountains.

The man behind the counter examined her documents before passing them back. "<The document is very popular. We already have two groups down in the archives. It might be a while before you're allowed to view it.>"

The fact nearly made Jessica wince internally. She knew she was behind dang it! There was no need to rub it in her face. But aloud she said; "<That's fine. I'll wait.>"

Like hell. Jessica waited until the man's attention was off her before she moved away and slipped into the elevator with another man. With calm assurance that this was where she was supposed to be, she pressed the button to the proper floor. Her assurance was such that the other occupant didn't even question her being there without an escort. When she stepped off the elevator, she paused after the doors closed. She lifted her leg to check for her ceramic knife, perfect for not setting off metal detectors. It was still there. Though it was a shame that was her only weapon.

Jessica slipped off her heels and tossed them in the nearest trash can. They'd only slow her down now. That taken care of the treasure hunter slunk down the hallway, keeping a wary eye out for Talon and the Americans and any other sharks that were circling the drain.


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Alias: None
Age: Yes
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Occupation: That much varies, but some have humorously referred to him as a 'dragon dragoon'.
Residence: A mountain with its own hot spring inside of a cave.

S - 6
P - 6
E - 6
C - 4
I - 5
A - 8
L - 5

Physical Description: Use this as a basic reference.

You see this dragon man walking by and the first thing you notice - apart from the fact that he's a dragon - is that he is RIPPED. Under his attire, those gray scales of his are formed into the shape of an Olympian athlete. It's a taut form on this tall motherfucker, and it looks like he favors agility over strength, but he ain't lacking in either. Nothing particularly stand-out-ish about his body apart from that, though. Seems he looks after himself, even manages to keep relatively clean while living in the wild. His head has a rough-scale crest flanked by two thick-short horns that point back, and he has emerald-green eyes with rough, jagged iris slits. What you get the impression of - from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you - that he is not simply man-sized dragon. He is a dragon walking as a man. More on this stuff later.

Personality: Ah yes...the mind of the dragon.

Endrokin is a fairly-straightforward sort of creature. He is generally blunt and vicious, and believes fully in the prowess and dignity of dragons to a fault. That fault is that he is Jingoistic. He finds other beings who are not of his kind to be...lesser. He doesn't automatically hate everything you are about, but you are not up to his standards, in general. You don't have the strength and endurance he has, you're not the warrior he is, and you don't have enough scales. Seriously, he is more concerned over a Kobold than a Human. It's just the way he sees things. And speaking of which, a number of his ways of thinking and modes of speech can be comparable to the popular Beast Wars character, Dinobot. He's a fighter, he's forceful, he can quip well and quip harshly, and of course...he has a temper. So, if you make a mistake when he's around, he will make you pay for it.

However, on top of all this, something else has been weighed upon his mind, and that is the splinters of history. The world is not known to him anymore. Things have changed, gone wrong. Those magic anomalies? They've caused him to have mental anomalies, thinking things are that aren't or never were, forgetting or just not knowing things that ARE and have always been. This world gone mad has done more than tear up the so-called tree of life, but uprooted it, and for him that has changed...much. He is not the dragon he was or necessarily will be, or at least he believes as much. What's in a belief now? He never prayed to any gods, but they were real enough. And now that they're gone...how much will remain real now?

Equipment/Cabilities: Things have changed in Endrokin, as things have changed in the world. He is a magic being, by nature, so...

Mythril Meld Armor - This full set of armor (no helmet) was once several items of notable quality. The abrupt tear from where he was to this place has caused a change, though. In place of many, there is one. The Mythril Meld is a sturdy piece of armor that has taken to pull free aether from the air to increase the return of spiritual energy after its use. The legs assist in jumping and other acrobatic maneuvers. The bracers accompany clawing and beating by hand with fire damage. Most of all, the draconic look of this armor has made it seem like second skin to Endrokin, meaning it does not inhibit him in action. It IS, however, sometimes susceptible to unstable magical fields.

Fang of All Ages - This is a special Adamantine Pole-Arm that was cast in a large and powerful forge with his own help to get it just right. Because the material it's composed of is more about being dense and armor-breaking than particularly magical, the energy fields did not alter it as it had his armor on the return trip. What trip? The trip that will be explained in History, of course. Still, this is just a well-balanced and highly-dangerous double-glaive weapon.

Runic Magic - As opposed to incantation, ki-manipulation, psyonics, or calling to your gods...Endrokin is practiced in certain types of rune inscription magic. That is, create the proper rune, charge it with energy, and make use of it as needed. His rune-based spells included Boosting/Lowering Traits, Detecting/Concealing Magic Auras, Environment Protection, and a Damage Field for people who touch him. The unstable magical fields will likely have some sort of effect on this, but it's difficult to predict. Like...someone might roll a die or something...

Dragon Form - We may have mentioned, but...Endrokin is a dragon. He's been walking around as a dragon MAN, but he is an actual DRAGON. It's all a long story about wars and god-level curses and so on, but the basic gist of it is that he can transform into a large flame-spewing winged dragon. Now, when he DOES, all of his items vanish and he cannot make use of them. This is a shame because his weapon is stronger than his teeth (in terms of density) and his armor is stronger than his scales. In certain ways, he's safer while in humanoid form. THIS form is for destruction and flying and overwhelming strength. Unstable magic fields can have strange effects on him, though, maybe unpredictable ones. Maybe they'll be good or maybe they'll be bad. It all depends. This was already brought about by the death of the gods, as is, so things might get weird...

History: A troubling time...

Things were different for him from the start. Endrokin's life was not as you'd expect, and here is why. He lived in a world that did not have big gigantic scaley dragons. They were people. And he did not live in a world of elves. They were dead, all of them. And the world? It had been at war for a thousand years. Endrokin was sometimes bounty hunter and sometimes mercenary. He'd seen his share of this war. He was raised for battle. He was made for conflict! However, he did not desire this war. His mentor - another dragon calling himself Rattigan Von Krauser - taught him to revel in victory, not mere chaotic bloodshed. All war must come to a purpose, to win! This war, however, was without end. At least, it had been...

That time was lost, though. You see, he and two others - Who were they? Who were they? - were put through a powerful act of Chronomancy, the alteration of time through the forces of magic. Sent back two years before the war began, Endrokin and the others embarked on a journey to change the course of history and prevent the war. However...here is where things get strange. Now, it IS possible for Chronomancy to exist, and a significantly powerful object may be used to conduit its effects onto others to send them back in time. At the point in which they went back, though, time split apart to many possibilities, allowing the world to be forever changed in so many ways.

Now, whatever your time theory is, the fact is that the world of the war became alterable or traversable to other worlds or futures, however you happen to look at it. As a result, the past Endrokin was in became connected to THIS future, or present. And because the death of the gods occurred - with dragons having been affected by a CURSE from the gods - when all magic went haywire, it reached back and SNAPPED him forwards, his curse shattering and affected all things magical that were on him at the time. The curse had been a punishment to all his kind for past acts of incredible brutality, but that had all changed now.

He emerged into the world, an unfamiliar world, changed. He was no longer limited to the humanoid form, but there was a drawback. The sudden travel forwards in time had caused his memory to fail him as he absorbed details from THIS world. It was like someone was writing all over the book of his life, splintering what he recognized and did not as surely as the curse itself was broken. Now, he half-knows this world and half does not. The only things he is sure of is that he will fight and survive and be the glorious creature of the ages that he has always been.

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Urdal just now noticed that things were going bad for his orcish comrade. He was not aware that the other recruits of his would be so aggressive. He was not expecting such a reaction out of any person, really. Then again, he was not really thinking of people by including the condition that the Gods were gone. He was not aware of the personal issues concerning the confrontation.

"Stop! Or I..." He tried say something, get in their way, prevent them from ripping each other apart, but words did not come out of his mouth. Urdal was not the confrontations type of guy. He was the avoiding confrontations type of guy. He worked in the dark, he slid along the shadows. He did not jump in between three warriors to stop them from killing each other. The half-elf gave up on doing the deed himself and turned to the woman, who had introduced herself as Gangraena.

"Make them stop figthin'." He asked of her, shoulders a bit slouched in defeat as he turned out not to be brave enough.

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Yes. YES she felt the blood rush through her veins after lying sluggish for so long. THe alcohol was gone, replaced by a different sort of burning. She bared teeth- more wolf than woman, and let out another cackle through her ruined throat as the edge of her makeshift weapon smashed against the beast's skull with a delicious sounding crack. That was what she had never known she lived for.

The creature raised a hand against her. She watched as the fist swung close, and at the last minute adjusted her shield, letting his fist skim off the edge and clatter against the boss. That probably had hurt his hand more than hers. She used the opportunity to duck underneath the orc, putting herself between him and her axe. Precious Dustbringer. She would have to sanctify it afresh now.

The dirt gave her an idea. Sweeping her foot up, she let the cloud of clod do the dirty work of blinding her foe, and then launched herself. Not at him,no, but at the ground behind her, fingers scrabbling around the holy wood. Dustbringer gleamed in her hands, and at the same times as she held it high the ground quaked around her, plants springing up.

"SEE HOW EVEN DEAD THE RIGHTEOUS GODS SUPPORT MY EXTINCTION OF YOU!" She held the axe up to the sky, having entirely missed the druidic summoning that had caused the greenery to suddenly erupt, but it was enough, in her mind, to show that her cause was right. She was going to destroy this orc. Swinging out her shield again towards his gut, she let her axeblade crash dow, a clumsy but brutal blow towards his head.

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"Make them stop fightin'"

That was all the confirmation she needed. Looking back out towards the group she approached the two fighting the orc, looming over them with naught but the two faint beams of pale yellow light softly glowing in the darkness of her helm. Her shadow was cast upon them as she spoke.

"Stop fighting." She ordered, her voice not exactly the most threatening despite it's bizarre hollow drone. Of course the woman paused not to heed her words and continued her attempt on the orc's life. Urdal had instructed her to make them stop fighting and, by her logic, the best way to keep something from fighting was to kill it. The dead didn't fight back much, especially after the second time.

Not at all bothered with any sort of ethical contradictions attacking someone to keep them from from fighting would bring she stepped forward, her armored boot hitting the ground with the resounding clang of metal plates upon each other mixing with the thud of her weight upon the stony floor. Gripping the shank of the anchor which served as her handle with both hands she raised the rust and blood crusted iron mass above her head and swung it down at the woman with tremendous force. Her aim was to strike the lady with either the bill or the arm of the anchor, swinging for her center of mass. Shields rarely helped her foes in the past since between the weight of the anchor standing at around a hundred pounds, at least thirty pounds heavier than the heaviest maul, and her unearthly strength most wooden shields would splinter apart in a single blow. Even metal shields found themselves pierced and dented into uselessness within a couple shots from her unconventional weapon. She didn't expect much different from this one either.

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So! From the top...

There was a job, apparently, that this creature - This elf? No, that can't be... - wanted done that was apparently up north. He didn't lay on the specifics of whatever it was. He just seemed rather desperate and scared. Something told the dragon that this man was not really in control of events here, that he may not even be in control of nearly as much funds as he claimed that they were going to reap as a result. It seemed more like he was so in need of assistance or to keep things in line that he would promise anything. Transparent and weak... But even still, one wondered just what it was that he needed performed so badly.

Unfortunately, before any further information could be gleaned, there was a problem. Or rather, the continuation of a problem. As far as the dragon was concerned, that ork was handling things, which allowed him to re-focus onto different matters, such as the job and perhaps more conversation with the demon. However, in the midst of the issues that the Ork was trying to halt, the Paladin - Who do you shout 'Dammit!' to when there are no more gods? - had gone completely out of her mind, with a shout that was WAY TOO LOUD to be considered normal! The scaley warrior again wanted to shout at the Paladin from his memory, but he stopped himself and shook his head, remembering that that time was gone. He was not where he use to be. This was not a Paladin of the Sacred Flame.

It didn't help that the man he'd put in his place before was now making said woman think the dead gods were on her side as she attempted to strike down the peacekeeping ork. The shouting was starting to get on his nerves. Honestly, you give off ONE triumphant roar, and everyone believes they need to be the object of attention now. Well, that was quite enough of that. As the elf was now appealing to someone who...who smelled dead, the dragon decided to quietly draw out the pole-arm that was on his back... And once a few particular actions played out, he simply slipped in to get somewhere out of the Paladin's line of sight to bonk her on the head with the flat of his weapon, trying to knock her out.

"Forget the gods. Heed the words of Endrokin, and shut your wailing mouth."


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BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] Back in Lake-town, the rumbling went through the fishing port as the civilians chattered warily. In the jail, Bard knew what the rumblings was, and he knew that Thorin was going to wake the beast sooner. "Listen to me! Do you not know what is coming?!", he shouted in panic to the oblivious guards outside through his prison cell, and there was no answer among them.

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Mel's head turned sharply towards the Mountain as the rumbling began over again, and a feeling of dread settled into her heart. This would not be good. The dragon was still alive, and not only that, but it was awake.
"We need to get out of here." the elf spoke urgently to those who were left in the house. "Now."

When he was clear of the entrance to the mountain, Smaug leapt into the air, the gold not yet dried and so easily shaken off his body as he turned in a quick circle, before swooping down towards the town where the Lakemen made their home.
"I am fire, I am...death." he growled to himself.

[User] Maleficent, as she was watching Kili, perked her head up when she heard the rumbling. She knew that noise anywhere. The noise of a dragon, and she knew that Thorin would awaken the dragon sooner. Hearing Mel, the fae walked quickly to the house's entrance and looked upon the Lonely Mountain. "What is it?", she heard Fili at her side as they gazed at the figure in the distance. It was huge, and it had wings. One thing that would be, is a dragon. Not just any dragon, but Smaug. "Mel's right", the fae agreed, coming back inside in fear. "It's Smaug, he's coming this way", she told them with dread.

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"Then we have no time, we have to leave." Mel quickly grabbed one of the coats off the hooks on the wall and helped Tilda, the youngest of Bard's daughters, to put it on. "He will be here soon. Get him up." she added to Maleficent and Fili, nodding in Kili's direction.
"I'm fine, I can walk!" the young dark-haired dwarf attempted to protest with annoyance in his voice. He didn't like how they were all babying him just because he'd been injured. However, as he tried to stand on his own his leg collapsed again.

Bilbo ran out after Smaug, collapsing onto one of the piles of rubble as he stared in horror towards Laketown. They were all doomed to a horrific death of dragon fire, and it was all their fault.
"What have we done...?" he gasped, though none of the dwarves were close enough to hear.

[User]
Fili ran to his brother and tried to help him stand, but the youngest did indeed collapse, which grabbed Maleficent's attention fast. Kneeling down to help the young dwarf, the fae carefully used her full strength to pick him up completely, holding him like she would hold a child, against her chest. "We're not leaving, not without our father!", Bain protested during their retreat. "If we stay, your sisters will die. Is that what your father would want?", the fae told him as she and Mel lead the way out of the home.

At the jail, Bard tries to break free from his cell. "Open this door! Do you hear me!", he demanded to the guards, still with nothing to get their attention.

[Assistant] "We just have to hope that your father can keep himself safe." Mel told Bard's children as she and the fae ushered them quickly to an empty boat that they could leave the town on. Smaug had now reached Laketown, and with a ferocious roar he let loose a jet of rippling orange flame, catching an entire row of houses alight.

[User] As the Master tries to escape the town with his treasure, the rope that Bard set down out his cell window, gets tangled with him, helping Bard break away the prison cell wall. As soon as the bargeman escapes, he finds a bow and some arrows in the armory before climbing and running along the rooftops towards the bell tower.

[Assistant] "Stay down." Mel murmured softly to Sigrid and Tilda as the boat passed under the foundations of another house, the buildings around them crumbling and burning as they floated down the lake.

[User]
The fire blares around the town surrounding him as Bard climbed onto the bell tower. Spotting Smaug flying about, he grabbed his first arrow and fired. However, they were having no effect on the dragon's hide. Frustrated, he continued to fire many arrows, although there was no injury on the beast each time.

Clearly getting worried for the bargeman, Maleficent looked up at Bard in the belltower as he struggled; the arrows made no impact upon the Fyredrake.

[Assistant]
(I can't really remember who was playing as who either tbh, I think I was playing Kili though...?)

Kili straightened up suddenly and shouted out, excitement in his voice. "He hit it!" the dwarf shouted out, pointing up into the air as Smaug began to circle back around towards the bell tower, roaring again. "He hit the dragon!"
Mel didn't look convinced, shaking her head.
"No, he couldn't have..."
"He did!" Kili insisted, adament that Bard had hit Smaug with one of the arrows. "He hit his mark, I saw!"

[User] "His arrows cannot pierce the dragon's hide", Saeril spoke up as she watched the dragon blow another gust of fire. "I fear nothing will", she sadly added. What she didn't realize was that Bain suddenly grabbed a hook, and swinged off the boat. "Bain!", one of the sisters cried. "Bain!"

[Assistant]
(Awesome, thanks XD)

"Leave him!" Mel called after the sisters, her arm shooting out to hold back the oldest of the two sisters before she tried to lunge out of the boat to go after Bain. "We can't go back for him, it's too dangerous!"

[User] At the belltower, Bard hesitated when he took his last arrow. He allowed it to launch, but as he expected, it does nothing to the Firedrake's hide. It was over, nothing could kill the beast now. But what he didn't expect was his son showing up. "Dad!", he cried. "Bain, what are you doing? Why didn't you leave? You were supposed to leave!", he was deeply afraid for his son's safety, especially at a time like this. "I came to help you..." "No! Nothing can stop it now", it was true despair for the townspeople if the beast continued to lay havoc. "This might", Bain declared as he held up the black arrow. "You go back. You get out of here now", his father desperately told him, oblivious to what was happening around them.

[Assistant]
While Bard was distracted with talking to Bain, Smaug swooped down and smashed through the roof of the belltower with his talons and his tail. It collapsed on top of Bard and Bain, knocking the boy off the edge.

Meanwhile in the boat, Mel and Saeril had to steer carefully through, trying to head for the open water while avoiding all the burning debris that fell from the houses above them.

[User]
Bard did not see the dragon coming, and the last thing he saw was Bain going over the edge. "Bain!", he shouted as he hurried over to the edge, where his son dangled. Using the strength he had, Bard managed to pull him out of the face of danger: the fires below.

Saeril looked around as debris fell from the huts of Laketown's homes, and it pained her to see such tragedy. She wondered what Thorin's intentions were at the mountain. Keeping Fili and Kili close from the flames, she allowed the boat to move.

[Assistant] It was another few hours before the survivors of the devastation in Laketown reached the shore once more. Many of them were badly wounded or dying, and others still had already been lost to their wounds or shock. Bard's two girls immediately left the little boat they had travelled in with Mel, Saeril, Kili, Fili and Bofur and began weaving through the crowd searching for their brother and father and calling out to them. Mel, who could see a little better over the other people's heads, searched too, though there was no sign of either Bard or Bain to be had. She exchanged a worried glance with Saeril.


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[User]
Ubagai Wakuno kicked aside the guard crumpled down before him, blood trailing from the man's mouth as he fell back hard onto the floor. Wakuno slightly adjusted his mask as he turned to quickly look over the spectacle in the throne room. His brothers were fiercely rattling blade and shield with the zealous guards who fought like madmen to defend their emperor. Wakuno might have found it honorable and heroic were it not a grand act of blasphemy. Bodies were strewn across the decadent chamber and blood ran in trails and formed puddles as it did out in the streets of the burning city.

The numbers were even but Wakuno knew that more guards were on their way into the throne room. This was his only chance. The Emperor sat on his throat still as a statue as he watched his devout protectors shed sweat and blood for him. It momentarily reminded Wakuno of the death battles that the kings of the Mokeu would host in their strongholds for their amusement - but only in slight. The Emperor looked none to bemused but rather was as white as the moon and his face locked in a look of fear and despair as the bodies fell before him. Even from where he stood Wakuno could see a sheen of sweat across the man's face, running like morning dew down limestone.

Truly a successor of Xiao Hui, vanquisher of yaoguai.

Wakuno took a step towards the direction of the throne when a sudden motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head to see two figures standing in the breached doorway of the throne room. A towering Zauri and a female Honfokun at his side, heavily armored, and both were spattered in the blood of those they had killed. Wakuno did not recognize them as his own meaning they were interloping do-gooders or maybe Free Wardens. If the latter was it then he needed to move now.

Wakuno turned back to face the throne where the Emperor sat still, Wakuno shoving past a pair of guardsmen as he broke into a fast trot towards the throne. As he passed one of his brothers dueling with another guardsman someone shouted, "He is going for the throne, he tried to kill our emperor!"

"Someone stop him!"

Wakuno barreled over a wounded guardsman who tried to block him, the Emperor sat frozen as he caught site of the masked man coming right for him. His knees were weak, his legs quivering, and his heart pounding. Several guards tried to make to stop Wakuno but were blocked or tackled to the ground by Wakuno's fellows. Wakuno was closer now to the Emperor but still had to shove by a few guardsmen lingering about, mostly wounded or disarmed, slowing him down.

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Fujiko and Yazju…

A. break into sprints and try to shove through the crowd and tackle Wakuno.
B. throw their weapons wildly at Wakuno's back.
C. grab a single nearby bow and arrow so that one of them can shoot Wakuno in the back.
D. do nothing.

(GM granted two choices.)

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and @SouffleGirl123 choose C. Failed!

and @SouffleGirl123 choose A. Failed!

For a split second moment Fujiko was almost taken aback by the scene of the palace. She was unsure if it was those towering walls splattered with scarlet blood or the sight of the brutal battle before her. She was very quickly snapped back to reality with the screams of guards claiming an attack on the emperor. Fujiko looked up and truly the man had an aggressor, a lean man who had a mask on his face that almost seemed to resemble a twisted version of her kind. He was skillfully plowing through the guards with only one goal in sight; the Emperor. The honfo scanned the room for some way to intervene and noted the corpse of an archer close by, an oak bow in his hand. She made her way to him and wrung it out of his cold, lifeless hand and pulled an arrow from his quiver. She swiftly aims it at the back of the attacker's chest and lets it fly.
As swift as she was to attack, Wakuno was faster. Her arrow whizzed past him, not even a scratch left. In the meantime her opponent was taking even more precous steps toward the emperor. In moment of desperation she did the only thing she could think - running at the man full force.
She was consumed by the crowd, tangles of arms and legs all in the way of her and her adversary. She looked over for her Zauri friend. He too was taken by the crowd. They had failed.

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Wakuno closed in on the throne, Emperor Xiao Shang staring at the black clad killer as he approached. He had nowhere to run, and even if so, Xiao Shang would not break for it and leave his throne - he was no coward, even as his heart pounded and sweat poured down his face and soaked the neck of his robes he would not run crying out like a frightened child. His vision was blurring and his throat was constricting. This was it, this was where Xiao Shang would meet his end. So young and he had done so little, he would not leave this world as one of the more renowned of his line - or renowned at all. Stabbed to death on the festival of Wan Yue as his city burned, hardly worthy of his proud lineage. But so it was, ready or not this was his end. His final thought as he was grabbed by the throat and the killer's blade glinted overhead was, May the gods save the Empire.

Ubagai Wakuno brought his blade down into the chest of the Emperor, the sharp blade slicing through silk and flesh, cutting deep and causing blood to come pouring. Emperor Xiao Shang's eyes bulged, a strangled gasp escaped his throat. Another strike and more blood, yet another choked gasp, then a third strike - the blade finding the heart this time.

Ubagai Wakuno's eyes glimmered behind his mask as Emperor Xiao Shang's eyes closed, his mouth dropping open and his entire face going lax. The killer twisted his blade around, the blade shredding open the Emperor's heart with the confines of his ribs. Cries of despair rang up across the throne room mixed with shouts of victory, the guards all exclaiming in rage and fear even as the attackers all shouted with glee. Emperor Xiao Shang weakly tried to raise one arm but the last wisp of life ebbed from him and it dropped heavily against his thigh. With a loud grunt Ubagai Wakuno pulled free his blade and using his free hand jerked the limp body of Xiao Shang from the throne sending it tumbling down onto the hard floor. The beads from the Emperor's hat broke free as it landed near and they skittered about, rolling and bouncing through puddled blood.

Ubagai Wakuno stepped onto the seat of the throne and, holding his blood soaked weapon high, shouted coarsely, "Xiao Shang is dead!"

[Assistant]
Yazju Fleetscale

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Yazju knocked a man aside with a big arm, breaking the assailants nose and sending them to the ground. Yazju shoved and pushed, but he couldn't get through the mass of attackers, and the defenders harried him as well. They didn't know he was trying to help, and it would cost them the life of their charge! Yazju roared, but there was nothing he could do. All of his and Fujiko's efforts were for naught, and he watched helplessly as the blade plunged into the Emperor Xiao Shang. Yazju had always wanted to meet a folk leader, and now not only did he lose his chance, but the attackers had triumphed.

He hissed at the proclamation of the man, looking very much like a huge crocodile about to slide into the water for a meal.

He and his friend Fujiko could not save the Emperor, but they could avenge him. He attacked again with renewed fury, hacking and cutting into assassins like a butcher, shouldering his way through and doing his best to ignore what glancing wounds he received. His eyes focused on Ubagai Wakuno, mouth open wide with sharpened teeth extended. Yazju had a bad habit of being scatterbrained, but this was one goal he would see to the end! The death of the Emperor's murderer.


[System]
Alias - Voltic

Age - 13

Appearance - This girl.

Personality - Short-tempered and prideful, Kimberly is your typical tomboy. She is adventurous and daring, sometimes to the point of recklessness. However, she does think and act quickly during times of stress. That being said, Kimberly can be quite friendly with other people, easily striking up conversations with other people. She also displays a strong sense of justice, usually seeing issues as black-and-white.

Power/ability -
- Electrokinesis: creating and controlling electricity. Simple.
- Enhanced physical capabilities, with agility being the main focus.

Weakness -
- While she can certainly withstand attacks that a normal person her age wouldn't, she isn't much more durable than a regular human.
- Her electric attacks can be slightly redirected with metal, as well as blocked with insulators.

History - Please see Voltune.

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Name - Conner Flynigann

Alias - Synchronize

Age - 14

Appearance - This guy.

Personality - Conner isn't exactly social. He tends to just listen to others talk, although there are times he's willing to speak his mind, particularly with those he is comfortable talking to. However, he is quite intelligent, and will make the effort to learn about anything that seems or is important in some way.

Gear - Tuning fork and hammer. Nothing special about them, appearance-wise, but they serve as the items needed for him to activate his powers by continuously striking the tuning fork.

Power/ability -
- Synchronize: Conner is capable of fusing, or "synchronizing", with another person to create a more powerful being. (See Voltune for one example.)

Weakness - He lacks the means to physically fight on par by himself against most other superpowered beings, and his ability is useless without another supperpowered being to synchronize with. He is as soft and squishy as a regular human being.
-Conner requires a lot of physical contact with the other person in order to synchronize. A full-on embrace usually suffices.

History - Please see Voltune.

Notes - None.

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Alias - Voltune

Age - Appearance-wise, 19-20.

Appearance - This woman.

Personality - Voltune displays a remarkable intelligence, and is not afraid to input her own opinions. Voltune sees herself as the proof of the bond between Kimberly and Conner, and therefore a separate entity from Kimberly and Conner, addressing them by name as well. She treasures bonds and friendship more than anything else, and will do what she can to preserve them.

Power/ability -
-Electromastery: Voltune possesses power far superior to Kimberly's, able to generate and control stronger electricity than Kimberley's.
-Greatly enhanced physical capabilities: Far superior endurance, strength, and speed than an average human, with agility and acrobatics highly emphasized.

Weakness -
- If Voltune receives an injury, both of them will have the same injury should they de-synchronize.

- The two must work together and think as one in order to stay 'synchronized'. If the two are in enough conflict, it will be impossible to form Voltune. Even minor conflicts will weaken Voltune's abilities.

History - Kimberly and Conner were neighbors and childhood friends. Kimberly quickly discovered her powers after a uncomfortable and embarrassing event involving a wooly sweater and everyone's hair sticking up. As the two met up afterwards, Conner reveals that he had been instinctively aware of his ability for as long as he could remember, although he had no idea how to use it. Kimberly began practicing her newfound ability in secret, only allowing Conner to see what she was doing.

During a session of Kimberly's secret target practice, Norvandell found a tuning fork. Upon picking it up, he suddenly felt an urge to strike it. As he did so, Kimberly found her power being amplified. They began to experiment further, seeing how far powers could be amplified, how it worked, etc. From that day on, they began to have more fun with their experimentation and training.

One day, the two were with their parents at a small shop, when a superhuman robber appeared, demanding money and supplies. Everyone within the shop was held hostage, and police quick came to surround the area. However, Kimberly and Conner rose up, using their combined powers to fight back. Unfortunately, even their efforts couldn't defeat the robber, and were held at a stalemate. Then, during another exchange of blows, Katherine was knocked back into Conner, and it was then that Conner "tuned" with Katherine, to create a new being, "Voltune". Voltune then used her powers and quickly ended the event.

Since then, the secrets were revealed, and the two were given certain freedoms regarding their powers (although kept at somewhat stricter treatment.)

[User]
Xercas
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Harold

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Hearing someone talking behind them, Harold was the first to act as he seemed to slither towards the two younger teens. Slight drool came from his mouth as he looked at them, wondering if they we're food to eat. Xercas watched for a moment before Harold completely vomited the raccoon in front of the younger teens to make room in his stomach. It was then that Xercas hit the serpentine's head with a loud thud.

"People are not for eating." He scolded the younger teen before pulling a smile on his face. "I'm sorry for my partners troublesome antics. I keep telling him people are not food, and he tries anyways."

Harold, on the other hand, winced a little before he gotten the message that these people were not for eating, and he wasted his food to make room for more. A cobra poked it's head out from the coat that he was wearing. "You can have it, Sil." He said to the cobra before it taken the raccoon for it's own.

"I'm Xercas, and this is Harold."

"But you can call me Serpentine!" Harold said with a cheery tone.

It was an awkward moment for Xercas, after having new people seeing the sight that usually sent others running away and getting a hate group to kill them. They really had no other choice but to run from town to town.

[Assistant]
NIKI / CG

Niki cruised along in her 57 T-Bird enjoying the growl of the Paxton Supercharged 312 that developed 42 horsepower more than it had been originally rated due to it's mechanical parts being in perfect balance because she'd been bored and wondered what it could be made to do without visible modification. Everything that turned or moved on the machine fit it's position better than any car ever made and because of the details she'd put into it her's could actually meet the 150 mph promise made by her speedometer; not that she would ever dream of exceeding the speed limit but it was nice to know.

And as the petite blonde drove she had other things on her mind such as her new home and the care and upkeep of her two others. She'd been surprised to have been approached by someone asking her to join the Teen Titans. She had just graduated with two degrees, one in physics and the other in mechanical engineering and was considering getting her doctorate before she was 20 but couldn't pass up the chance to work with people more like herself.

She saw the hidden drive entrance to the Titan's new base and slowed to a stop outside the gates telling them to open with her ability meaning they responded instantly swinging wide eagerly to welcome their new Mistress. Then Niki drove the gleaming black two seater up the drive through the surrounding woods and stopped when she reached the parking area.

Shortly she was out of the classic two seater and opened the trunk to pull out her two soft bags, her violin case and then the car cover specially designed by her for protecting what she still thought of as Daddy's car. It was made of a revolutionary material that would have been impossible for anyone but her to construct. Using nano- memory tubes to automatically assume the shape of the T-bird in a snap once she placed the magnetic clips on the rear bumper.

She picked up her bags and violin after seeing to her car and headed to the entrance humming a tune that she was hearing on a local radio station in her head. She giggled lightly as she thought of how delighted she was to help the newest Teen Titans with their base, machines and the occasional bad guy.

Up ahead she saw a small crowd outside of the entrance an thought (This could prove interesting)

NEKO

Neko loved the Wilderness through which she traveled but she also loved the excitement of civilization and the chance to pursue interesting prey. She hoped the place she was going was warm and safe with interesting things to do when she wasn't active.

It would be strange living with people, especially ones she'd never met but Susan her best friend an the strange smelling green man had said this could be a place were she'd be safe and learn how to interact as well as stay out of trouble with the law people that she had trouble understanding.

She burst out of the trees barely rustling the leaves as she landed in the Driveway. She looked around herself sensing her new environment using every sense she had and the result was several scents that caused her tail to bristle like a brush. It was most likely nothing to be concerned about but that didn't mean she was going to drop her guard completely.

Curious about the scent's owner and their potential danger Neko thought it would be fun to see if they might reveal themselves if they were startled so she exploded into a high-speed rush towards the sound of voices an when she was about 40 feet from a group gathered near a door the cat girl launched herself into the air performing several flips before landing in a crouch about 10 feet away her long tail thrashing the air behind her in an angry manner.

[User]
"Welp... I guess that answers my question." Light said as more and more people showed up. First a younger girl with purple hair and pointed ears, then a guy in some cool looking robes. The purple haired girl asked Light if she was an alien, to which Light replied. "Well... Technically everyone is an alien until you get to know them, right? Ha ha..." Light said, halfheartedly laughing. "No, I'm a 'toon'. Course I tend to creep people out. I think its the eyes." She said with a toothy smile.

The guy with robes walked up to her soon after that, looking her dead in the eyes. It then dawned on Light that she was one of the bigger members of the group, and this guy was the only person so far around her height. "Well, I guess this guy isn't scared. Find black and orange eyes sexy do you?" Light said playfully sticking her tongue out and winking.

Commotion could be heard a little ways away around the corner of the building. What sounded like 4 people talking, then one vomiting, could be heard. "So uh... Guess we've got 4 more people around the corner or something. And one of them is sick." Light said, pointing at the area with her thumb. Before she could head over to check it out though, some sort of cat person jumped out of the nearby woods and started to hiss at the group, tail raised.

"So... Anyone got any idea how many people are supposed to show up? I count at least 8 right now plus the cat lady." Light said, shaking her head with a grin on her face. And here she thought today might be boring.

[Assistant]
NEKO

Neko looked in the direction of the strange smelling creature that made her appear positively normal who said Cat Lady. Blinking she tilted her head and smiled weirdly her sharp teeth glowing whitely an her killing fangs exposed in a manner of a smile used by humans. Her tail's motions settled down but still remained in motion and she. Said
"Am called Neko not Cat Lady
Thinking she you name in Gotham an older than Neko.
Neko was told here she was wanted as hunter of the bad man an woman
Ten Titan is here correct"

So many smells and so many trees filled with food prey and soon Susan her friend was sending her the rabbits an pens for growing them. If these and the others she smelled were as friendly then perhaps this could be more fun than the Susan Neko home she shared with the Doctor who was her only friend.


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Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Doesn't matter..." Vala replied to Adrianne with displeased expression." I got tricked, should have stayed back at base. I hoped for nice dinner out and it turns out we are simply going on a raid." The former merc stated with sad voice, regretting her decision. She could have stayed at base and tinker her newest invention... weapon. A weapon perfect for dealing with specific high armored targets. Targets like power armor or warp shielding." I just want now to get this over with and return back..."

 She heard one of the new face say something and then looked up at him. Just the usual poor sod roped into inquisition duties. Vala herself was not given much of a choice in the matter so she at least tried to make the best of it by tinkering like mad on invention she before had not the resources to make. She now wondered what was his story... was he forced.. did he volunteer or something or was he requested specifically...

 "As long as the ammunition isn't defective and the bolter doesn't heat up to a point it causes the bullets to ignite before fired, you should be fine." Vala stated to Ansgar and threw a look at Adrianne.

 "I'm personally fan of heavier hitting weapons... Shotguns... cannons... the higher impact and damage ones that take are focused on high range, velocity and damage instead of speed." She said with a sigh." In fact I'm in the middle of finishing a laser cannon that should be powerful enough to pierce through space marine power armor in a single shot. Granted it's very slow rate of fire, but in return it should be good to go from mile and something. Basically it's an sniper cannon... You'll like the results it gives."

[Assistant]
The Servitor's vox box would automatically crackle into life, using its same, monotone voice to answer the Krieger's comment.

"Clarification: I was suggesting that the analogy used by my mistress may,-"

"Mute!"

Suddenly sounded Adrianne's voice as the Psyker had leaned over to stretch out one arm to press a hidden button on the servitor's back, as its vox box suddenly grew silent. It moved about, shuffling slightly, but not a single sound came from it aside from the occasional whirring sound of gizmos and hydraulics from its body.

Leaning back into her chair, now with a much more satisfied look on her face, Adrianne would turn to look back over at Vala with a smile.

"Heavy hitting? Shotguns? Sweetie, you do realize what a bolter is?!" Adrianne quipped with a mischievous smile!
"It is essentially a direct grenade launcher. And a stormbolter is just two bolters latched together. If you like heavy hitting options, you'd fall in love with it if you tried!"

The Psyker commented with a sly grin.

"And don't you worry about food. House raids are actually quite lucrative on a rich world. Even the heretics around here are bound to be well off! Imagine the foodstuffs we'll be able to find in their larder!" Adrianne said with a glint in her eye! For it had been a thought that had just struck her too!

It had taken a while for her to realize that the average citizen on this planet was actually quite well off compared to other areas of the Imperium. Which meant that when they invariable kicked in the door and the Sister of Battle did her thing and burnt the owner on charges of heresy, that meant they retained the right to confiscate all their stuff! Foodstuff included!
While Adrianne did not consider herself a burglar, it was technically alright in her mind if she confiscated the stuff under imperial or inquisitorial decree! It would technically not be stealing then!

... in theory.


[System]
Race: Zizz (Human-sized Bipedal Lizards, leaning more towards Lizard than Human; think Dinolfos, as opposed to Argonian )
Gender: Male
Age: 303
Occupation: Hunter, Tracker and occasional Mercenary.

Personality/Interests: Rimau has a rather mercenary approach to life, who desires nothing more than an easygoing job that pays well; preferably one that makes use of his prime talent of 'shooting things'. He's actually quite friendly and chatty if you can get him going, though he has a rather dark sense of humour; he's the sort of fellow who finds flailing burn victims kind of funny, especially if he caused it. Though he can easily come across as cranky and senile (he has a habit of rambling incessantly and ranting about random things), he's actually quite intelligent, at least on a tactical level.

Appearance Details:
Body build: Possesses a rather lean musculature; is quite fit for his age, but that's not saying much.
Hair: What sort of Lizard has hair?
Hair colour: See above.
Skin colour: Dull, dark green. Can appear quite cracked and dry in places due to his age.
Eye colour: Orange.
Height/Weight: About 5'0'', but appears shorter since he's usually hunched over. Quite light.
Notable Features: Has about four 'whiskers' coming off his chin and jaw that resemble a beard. Also has two bullet scars on his chest, near his heart.

Clothing Description: His dress sense could be best described as 'eccentric'. Despite not being an aviator at all, he wears a black leather aviator hat with accompanying goggles, with a set of colourful feathers stitched to the side. He also wears a matching fur-lined leather vest (with the head of a mechanical dinosaur and the words 'Gekko Gras Muriak' stitched to the back), and a bandolier for holding bullets. Aside from this, the rest of him is bare; after all, his kind needs a lot of space to absorb heat. He doesn't have any visible 'equipment', either.
Equipment: He has a belt on which he carries assorted items necessary to make his special ammo, such as gunpowder for explosive hollow-point ammo, oil for incendiary ammo, and so on. Of course, these supplies are limited.
Weapon(s): His weapon of choice is a Repeating Revolver Rifle affectionately dubbed 'Skrin-Ko' ('Smart' in Zizz language). Like most Zizz technology, it is utilitarian in appearance and made of blackened metal and darkened wood (sort of like this), and has a custom scope attached to the top (made from an old telescope). He also has a machete with a splintered handle, which he uses more as a tool than anything else.

Powers: Nothing here. Born on the same level as the rest of his kind.
Abilities: As a Zizz, he possesses a tough, scaly hide that is considerably harder to penetrate than human skin. He also has an enhanced sense of smell (from his tongue) and sight, which is particularly useful for his line of work. The Zizz also have the ability to heal from injuries faster than other species, though due to his age it takes over a week at least, and he can no longer grow back entire limbs or anything similarly major.
Talents: Crack shot with a Rifle. Has shot people from a mile-and-a-half away (or 2.414 kilometres). He is also something of a handyman; besides repairing Skrin-Ko, he can also jury-rig his own ammo and construct and place an assortment of traps (such as Bear Claws, Trip Mines and anything else he can think of), provided he has the right materials, of course.
Magic: While he has no magic of his own, he once hired an enchanter to magically bind Skrin-Ko to him; this means that no-one can fire the Rifle but him. His machete is fair game, however.

Miscellaneous Notes: His name, 'Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku', translates to 'Rimau, son of Rimau, times twelve'. It's not his full name.
Due to the nature of his work, he often takes medicine to keep him awake for extremely long periods of time. As a consequence, when he's not working, he is something of a heavy sleeper.
He prefers warm, sunny, dry climates. He becomes infinitely more grouchy in cold or wet environments.
He particularly enjoys smoking various herbal substances with a pipe. Keeps him calm and alert.

Sessamaru: "Nice kid. He ain't gonna get far if he don't get more realistic about the ol' warfare, though. Plus, he eats like a Pig."
Historia: "Textbook youngster; friendly, wants to travel, real naïve... she'd better shape up or she'll end up a Sunday roast, heh."
Saha: "Boy, I'd love to hang her picture on the wall."
Katelia: "I like this girl... she ain't got an ounce o' hospitality in her, but fun to watch. Remember to not shoot her cat."
Julio: *cough cough* "Whaddya mean that's a guy?!"
Azzrix: "I can't believe the Rodent ain't been put on the choppin' block yet. What kinda thief acts like this?!"
Margaret: "I see a bit o' myself in this lady... but she's got a long way to go before she can shoot with the best of 'em. Even with that fancy Crossbow."
Naida: "Well, if it ain't my favourite Sprite bartender? I dunno if there's a cocktail she can't make!"
Drubbins: "Most Ogre dumb-asses ain't good for much besides easy target practice. This guy... he's somethin' else."
Mysaren: "Somethin' ain't right about this kid. She's nice, but... nah, probably nothin'."
Tahira: "Not bad, but a bit lackin' in humour, when all's said an' done. I don't think I've ever seen her laugh!"
Claire: "Never 'eard of 'er. Is she a looker?"
Viggo: "Boy, lemme tell ya... Blunderbuss next to the ear drum? That's frickin' Opera compared to the drivel this kid calls music!"
Rouen: "This dumb-ass is pretty funny to listen to. 'Specially his precious Dukedom. The pinnacle of order, huh? Yeah, it's a frickin' circus compared to Tarzblik, kiddo."
Felan (Human): "I dunno 'bout this kid. He ain't a dumb-ass, but he ain't exactly fond of hunters, either."
Felan (Wolf):"I ain't never seen a dog that big. I'll have to clear some space if I wanted to mount his head on the wall."

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Azzrix heard their responses and was slightly disappointed that Mysaren wasn't interested in going on missions with him yet, but he decided that he would have to wait for some other time. Azzrix excused himself to go look at the mission board and then he overheard Naida talking about a mission to find the daughter of a patron to the tavern who had gone missing. Azzrix also heard her mention the possibility of the patron being rich and he became even more interested. He then noticed a commotion going on in the kitchen and saw the weird dog like man run out with a pot of stew with the cooks screaming at him as he fled.

Azzrix shook his head at the foolishness of the man, he would make a terrible thief if that's what he thought was worth stealing. Azzrix was interested in the mission so he followed them to wherever they were headed. He decided to follow Naida and soon saw that she was headed back to her home. Azzrix thought that it would be best to quickly go get his things. He quickly headed back to the place where he was staying to get his things and change his clothes.

Once in his room he put on his darker robes and traveling cloak which were his thieving clothes when he wasn't robbing people in plain sight. Azzrix attached his rapier and Parrying Dagger to his belt and got his throwing knives and hand crossbow. Once he got the arrows for his crossbow Azzrix left his home and went look for Naida. He eventually found her waiting around and walked up to her calmly.

"If you don't mind I would like to partake in this mission, a person with my kind of talents would be a great asset on a mission like this" he said to her with a polite tone to his voice.

[Assistant]
"If y'say so, m'good... person." Rimau said after listening to what the Priest had to say, still unsure over what pronouns to use. He scratched his head as the Priest's words came tumbling into his mind, and back out again. 'Heh... poor kid.' He thought, remembering the standards of life set for him and the rest of his kind. 'Where I come from, people who try an' see the light usually end up makin' a bloody mess of 'emselves on the streets, heheh.'

He was about to shake his hand, until his attention was stolen by the big-pauldron dumbass. The Zizz squinted at that man with suspicion for a good while, listening in on his words. He didn't say that much, but he had a blank expression of purpose on his face, something Rimau was all too familiar with, to the point of it seemingly transcending the racial boundaries. It was the sort of expression made by a dedicated servant. A loyal attack dog. There was something about him that Rimau just didn't like, beyond simply looking ridiculous with his oversized equipment.

Rimau decided to turn away from him until he walked away from the nearby mission board, slapping the side of his head. He was worrying too much. Once he was out the way, Rimau took the opportunity to leave a coin on the bar (with the face of someone he didn't recognise on it) and turn his head around to inspect the board; his eyesight enabled him to see what was on the papers without having to clamber down and navigate the masses again; it wasn't that far away, anyways.

"Well now, what do we 'ave 'ere?" He muttered to himself as he took a look, scratching the side of his chin. There were a few jobs in the city, which weren't really his thing; he'd seen enough of urban warfare in his time, and none of them seemed suited to his skillset anyway. Ignoring the fetch-quests, there were a couple of jobs offered by some local noblemen.

They both demanded the return of something, that something having been stolen from them. One of them, a golden mask, and the other, his daughter. The rescue mission seemed easier, with the tribe responsible for the kidnapping in open territory, but Rimau was never one for babysitting spoilt princess-types. Plus, if he knew human nobility, they'd pay a lot more for a trinket than for their trophy daughters. Tough decision.

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Mysaren stood to stretch, noticing the mission board cleared up a bit. Fine, she'd go look. She waltzed over, to looking at the papers curiously. She noticed a specific mission, one about a thief and a golden mask. Seemed easy enough, and returning something that expensive had to have a good reward for it. She grabbed the paper, looking at it curiously before smiling. Yeah, she could do this. She needed someone to do it with though, she knew that. As helpful as necromancy was, it wasn't exactly the most useful of powers in combat. Talking with the dead and raising them to fight for her was great, and bodies were kinda plentiful around these parts, but it required a lot of energy, and she wasn't the best of controlling them.

She felt someone staring at her, and she turned, her eyes darting to the lizard guy. Oh yeah, that ass. Well, maybe he was nice, just a bit rude in the "don't blow smoke all around the tavern." department. Was he looking at her, or... Surely his eyesight couldn't be that good? She didn't really know anything about whatever species he was, besides, well, they were obviously rather large lizards.

[Assistant]
Rimau was about to look further into the job about the golden mask when the paper was suddenly taken off the board by some kid in fancy robes. He attempted to position himself in such a manner that he could continue reading, but no such luck; the kid was simply too big for him to not obscure Rimau's vision. He screwed up his face and grumbled for a brief moment. Alas, if he could see through solid objects, not only would he be the world's greatest marksman, without a doubt, but this sort of annoyance wouldn't happen.

Soon, however, the kid suddenly turned around and looked Rimau directly in the eyes, the invisible 'force' of which prompted Rimau's own eyes to widen and his the line that was his mouth to upturn in a more friendly manner. It was then he realised something; the kid was actually a woman. A square-jawed woman, sure, but still a woman. Those were some thick robes. The sort of robes Rimau would die in if he wore them.

Deciding that you can always get more done in life if you're nice to people, Rimau decided to clamber down off of his stool and make his way over to the lady; as fun as it was to keep rivalries, most of the time it tended to be impractical and juvenile to insist on a professional rivalry with a specific individual, especially if the job was well-paying. Merely competing with other mercs and hunters was a fact of business. But 'sportsmanlike' rivalry? Laughable.

"Heyo there, kid. Couldn't 'elp but notice y'took down that mighty interestin' job proposition off the wall. ...Can't say I've seen y'round 'ere before, either." He said as he approached the lady, that weird muffle effect the Tavern seemed to have turning on. He stopped to look her over, see if she was the trustworthy type. She was certainly a lot taller than she looked, even taller than most humans he'd seen, who all tended to be taller than Rimau anyway. Made them easier to target.

Raising one brow, he looked over her scars; clearly, she had experience with fighting, then. You don't get the sorts of scars on her face from cutting yourself while shaving... not that she'd need to shave, but still. Her attire seemed to suggest a magic user; magic and him didn't get along too well, but its practitioners had their uses. Their flashy tricks were very distracting for most people, and Skrin'Ko was indeed bound to him by an enchantier. Very nice fellow, he was.

After a few seconds, Rimau decided he may as well introduce himself; after all, a name doesn't convey much. But he kept his hands close to his body, in case she was the twitchy kind.

"...Th'name's Rimau. Rimau Ekoy-Rimau Eng-Dasku, but that's, uh... well, y'don't wanna know m'full name. Believe me, some'un once asked for it, an' lemme tell ya... uh, never mind. What's your name, kid?" He asked, smiling a little.


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* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

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"A-ah?"

Surprised, Fanilly stumbled a little bit when she saw someone stop directly in front of her. Looking up, it became apparent quite quickly that it was Marianne, who evidently had intended to take a bath herself. As she apologized, Fanilly shook her head with a small smile. To get angry over such a thing would simply have been absurd, it was an honest mistake, wasn't it? The smallish blonde girl gave the other girl a smile.

"You don't need to apologize, it was an honest mistake," she explained, "Besides, it may be for the best if I attend-"

She paused for a moment when she heard the voices of the maids, peering past Marianne as she did.

"Er, yes, yes, I am the captain of the Iron-"

Marianne, this time, cut her off, telling her to... run? Why?

Moments later, Fanilly found herself surrounded by maids, girls commenting on her hair, her eyes, touching her, speaking about how small she is, how young she is... The girl's cheeks grew hot, bright red, and one could almost see the steam pouring from her ears. Congratulations?

"Th... thank you..." she said, weakly, stammering as she tried to get the words out. "Er... I'm... sixteen, I..."

Fanilly's cheeks grew hotter as the maids continued to surround her, bombarding her with so many questions from every angle. What could she do? This was so embarrassing... A... a boyfriend?

"N... n-no, I... I..."

The short girl shook her head, taking a deep breath. Space, she needed space!

Breaking away from the crowd, blushing furiously, Fanilly tore towards the first door she saw and forced it open.

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As Tiral opened the door, what greeted him was the sight of a girl in her twenties, with long, blonde hair and a slightly tanned complexion. She wore a rather elaborate outfit with a quite puffy hat upon her head.

"Ah, hello, I was expecting the Captain, er," she gave a slightly awkward laugh, "No matter, I'm certain a loyal knight can pass along the information to her."

She cleared her through, then reached into a pouch hanging from her waist and withdrew a sheet of parchment. Unraveling it, she read it aloud.

"The Presence of Knight-Captain Fanilly Danbalion and her Iron Rose Knights is cordially requested tomorrow at Princess Eliabelle Tanenway Falthaen's Royal Ball," she began, "The Princess understands that you may not be able to bring every knight, and as such you may choose whomever you desire from your order to accompany you. Please come in your finest attire, though the Princess desires to see Knight-Captain Danbalion in armor, and eagerly desires to see an assortment of weaponry used by knights."

[Assistant]
Gillian sighed as he relaxed, arms hanging loosely over the sides of the tub.If he was being honest, baths were the one thing about polite society that he missed. There was little better than one after a hard job, especially if that job involved the general chaos of a battle. "Hmph, now if only Mayon would bless the forest with a natural bath," he sighs, demonic arm idly scratching his face. "But then I suppose I'd have to take note of her rites more often if she did." Quickly he finished cleaning, wanting to enjoy the heat of the bath for as long as he could.

Something, however, disturbs his bliss. From the other side of the door he could hear a loud squeal followed by the excited chittering of some group. "Look at her hair, it's so pretty!" he hears, muffled from the doorway. He rolls his eyes, writing off the minor disruption as gossiping maids. He sinks his head below the waterline, drowning out the chatter.

He lets his mind wander for a few moments, trying to decide if visiting Parnella tonight would be the wisest choice. He'd want the boy to stay for dinner, and that undoubtly meant other guest as well, for there were few days where his mentor did not elect to play host in some fashion or another. As much as he loved his mentor, Gillian could not begin to imagine how deep his capacity (or patience for that matter) for hospitality ran. No, visiting while he was on his way out tomorrow morning would be best. Just a quick stop to pay his respect, perhaps a drink with his aged master, and then out the door before he could become entangled in some get-together.

He is snapped out of his internal debate as his lungs begin to scream for breath, the air cold against his skin as he breaches the surface. It was time to get out anyway; he'd need the warm water to wash his clothing. He climbs out of the small tub, stretching to work out the craps as he begins to drip dry. He was about to begin cleaning when his door is suddenly and violently forced open, the door creaking in protest. He turns on the door out of instinct; arms raised and ready to tear into whatever poor fool who thought they could get the jump on him.

Gillian's mild paranoia prepared him for a lot of things. A maid with the wrong door, knights seeking to cleanse their order of him, and so forth. The young blonde captain throwing open his door though was not one of those things. The normally hostile glint in his eyes fades to utter bewilderment. "I…uh…yes captain?" he asks, forgetting his state of dress, arms dropping a bit as he unintentionally relaxed.