[System]
黑曜帝國

Overview

Empire of Harkyiu, the empire of the obsidian black dragon. A powerful empire founded by fleeing Triads from another world -- Earth. Triads who are nurtured, cultured and united under an alluring yet commanding mistress -- Goh Yuet-yin -- the Dragonqueen they all love and serve with persisting zeal.

The empire is widely known and feared for their powers to twist the darkness and bend the earth to their will, along with their powers to shower rains of bullets and flames against their enemies. Apart from that, many brutal natives and dark beasts of the dark world have been brought and tamed to obey the Dragonqueen as well.

With the criminal intellects and mining skills taken from their homeworld, their systems have expanded. Salvaging and scavenging lost materials and parts that showed up mysteriously in Alastorn, their techs have also developed enough. The series of conquests waged both inside and outside Alastorn have also molded Hakyiu into a powerful empire.

Under Yuet-yin's reign, the empire has prospered into greatness, and ultimately grown into a frightening foe and a troublesome headache for anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.

Information
* Motto : (WIP)
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* Capital : Harklungsheng
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* Languages :

	+ Official :

		- Mandarin
		- Malay
	+ Other :

		- Manglish
		- Cantonese Chinese
		- Hokkien Chinese
		- Hakka Chinese
		- English
		- Some native Alastornian languages
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* Government : Unitary one-party Triad parliamentary absolute monarchy
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* Leader(s) : Goh Yuet-yin (龍后/Dragonqueen)
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* Governing Society : Harkyiu Kongsi
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* Currency : Harkyiu Yuan

Maps
(WIP)

Government and Politics

The Empire of Harkyiu is an unitary constitutionally absolute monarchy ruled by the Dragonqueen -- Goh Yuet-yin. The Harkyiu Kongsi, a Triad clan, is also the sole legal political party in the empire and dominates most affairs. The constitution declares the empire is ruled under the benevolent leadership of the Dragonqueen and the Harkyiu Kongsi. The Dragonqueen, who is also the Mountain Master of the Kongsi, effectively holds supreme power in her empire.

No other political parties are permitted in the empire, however elections are held within the Harkyiu Kongsi and the Obsidian Assembly. The elections have moderate effects on the governance, but mostly elected ones mostly act as mere advisors. The Dragonqueen's supremacy and the system remain unchallenged.

The governance in the empire is highly centralized, but some unequal autonomy are enjoyed among provinces and territories. The Dragonqueen rules over the five branches of government -- namely the legislative branch, the executive branch, the judicial branch, the meritocratic branch and the control branch. Separate bodies exist for the five branches of the government, it is just that the Dragonqueen presides over them all. Plans are usually derived from rough frameworks and guidelines issued through imperial decrees, allowing for suitable implementations by regional authorities as they see fit.

The Chancellor, along with the Cabinet he leads, assists the Dragonqueen in the bureaucracy and governance of the empire. Apart from a few ministers in charge of key ministries, most ministers are usually flexible in their jobs and don't have specific portfolios to take care of, although they may be in charge of other governmental agencies.

 The market of the empire is thoroughly dominated by the Harkyiu Kongsi with a centralized command economy. However, the governance frequently show faults and inefficiencies due to the extensive bureaucracy, ritualism and corruption. Most in the empire is very obsessed with documents, rituals and ceremonies. The economy is frequenly divided between cliques of the Kongsi. Despite serious efforts, corruption still persists especially in the lower levels of the government.

 With the Triads effectively dominating the elections and government, politics in the empire takes place in two distinct arenas : within the Harkyiu Kongsi, and between the Kongsi and the rest of the empire. Outside of the Kongsi, participation in the politics is limited to a relatively small segment of the population. The Kongsi itself is politically divided by cliques based on ethnicities, family ties, personal ambitions and ideological differences.

 Open protest against the Dragonqueen and Kongsi, even if peaceful, is not tolerated. A man was rumored to face ten years in a dungeon and 69 lashes from a succubus for "threatening the imperial order".

Society and Culture
(WIP)

Much of the culture in the Empire of Harkyiu takes its roots and origins from the Chinese-Malaysian society in the mid-20th century, with a dark twist.

A great deal of Harkyiuian culture revolves around submission and dominance, along with a rampant cult of personality surrounding the Eternal Dragonqueen. The power dynamic in Harkyiuian society is akin to a blend of protective parenting, narcissism and passionate romance. Servants and slaves are expected to serve their loving, protective masters and mistresses with utter loyalty and devotion. On the other hand though, masters and mistresses are also expected to take good care of their servants and slaves. Those in charge tend to be loving and affectionate to their underlings, but are not hesitant to be disciplinarian when necessary, and sometimes even take joy from sadistic moments!

The Dragonqueen and other powerful elites are seen as nurturers and leaders that guide the empire and the populace.

Slavery is commonplace within the Harkyiuian Empire. However, (wip)

Military
(WIP)

Subfactions
(WIP)

Prominent Characters
(WIP)

* Goh Yuet-yin (龍后/Dragonqueen and Mountain Master)
* Rhelsha (Chancellor)
* Mererinda (Minister of Love)
* Deowrig (Minister of Sorcery and Technology and Director of ISB)
* Lam Tsih-wah (Minister of Education and King Consort)
* Big Cloud (Minister of War and Marshal)

[User]
ETA for the Ironeagle Legions 10 hours

The Volcrons have built up massive amounts of artillery and intricate trenches complete with bunkers, underground sturdy tunnels and other things that wove through all the bases.

The Harkyuians built in the east while the Pherithians built in the west.
The volcrons provided additional artillery support, trenches and supplies.

(BACK AT HQ)
"They will usually conduct mass human wave offensives.. so WE should be fine if we can inflict massive casualties upon them... No prisoners can be allowed unless they can fight no longer... Experience has told us that.." Volcron continued.
"Our aerial surveillance states that the Ironeagles have come out of their political bickering and elected a NEW Ceaser.. now they are more unified... That is going to be harder now.."

[Assistant]
ETA for additional Harkyiuian reinforcements : 2 hours
ETA for additional Pherithian reinforcements : 1 hour

*Pherithians constructed additional artillery batteries, bunkers, trenches and other defenses*
*Pherithians built more Fleenzub airfleets, spinsword towers and mana field generators. most of them were built in western regions, but a few were constructed in central and eastern regions to support allies too*
*Phantasm Warwagons, the Warwagons which can release barrages of missiles toward foes while disguising as trees, were scattered across the west mostly, with some numbers at the center and east too*
*elite battlemages and sharpshooters were stationed in strategic spots*
*many living cakes and elementals were conjured quickly in bulk to reinforce the western sectors*

******

*Harkyiuians continued to grow like rabbits in the east, setting up more shoddy camps there, which would quickly be turned into decent bases*
*Shadowspreader Devices were constructed all over, covering the entire western area with mists of darkness, which would empower all Harkyiuians, reduce Harkyiuian invisibility, while also crippling any foes by blinding, corroding and burning them*
*many shadowspawns, Triads and war machines were hidden in dark forests immersed in these mists of darkness, eager to strike at unsuspecting foes*
*more traps were being laid around, especially the Spookmines that would explore and turn hapless Ironeagle troops into twisted shadowspawns forever enslaved to Yuet-yin's will*
*some formidable forts were finally upgraded from casual Harkyiuian bases*

******

"Aha! I have here one silly idea!" Tikiyachod suddenly spoke with a big grin, "Let's pour greasy corrosive chocolates and lavas onto-- wait... we ourselves would need to advance after they are dealt with... I am not sure how long the sticky hot liquids will last."

"Prisoners... those Ironeagles seem so stubborn and traitorous, do they?" Yuet-yin then let out a maniacal laugh, "I have some tricks up my sleeve... With my loving sorcery, I will twist and pervert any of these guys into my little dark beasts, loyal only to me and my empire, before they even have a chance to fight back. They will go through a lot of pain and love at the same time, and they will eventually lose their minds, but be blessed with new powers and new hearts... The Hearts of Darkness..."

"Are you sure every shadowspawn that was brought this way, would remain loyal to you forever? And are you even sure that if it works?" a doubtful Tikiyachod asked

"W-what?" Tikiyachod exclaimed in surprise, then he went into a dreamy state as he was reminded of something. "They elected a new Kaiser... and mass human waves... don't tell me our enemy is actually a big glorified Holy Roman Empire, lel..."

All the others, especially the Harkyiuian elites, stared at Tikiyachod in confusion and boredom. A deathly silence came haunting the place very soon.

"Uhhh... have you played too much Europa Universalis IV?" Rhelsha mockingly asked.

Tikiyachod looked around in awkwardness, and then shrugged saying, "I don't know. I always love to blurt out random shits."

"Anyways, now with our enemy, the Ironeagle Empire, united, we're going to have a harder time..."

[User]
ETA to Ironeagle Attack 10 hours

"Scouts have reported armor columns numbering in thousands, supported by cavalry, artillery, infantry, mechs and airships of all type.
 We are currently harrassing them with our high-altitude bombardment on their ground forces. Not much casualties but it provides more of a shock effect. Within 3 hours, their forces will be in range of our heavy-long ranged artillery. With that we should be able to do some damage to their ground forces." Volcron said
A new message arrived.
"Oh... dear... looks like they are arriving faster than we thought.. they will arrive not in 10.. but 6 hours... already in range of our artillery guns..." Volcron continued.

Outside large booms from artilleries could be already heard, firing in large volleys over a HUUUGGEEE distance.
"Commencing bombardment... shells arriving within 30 minutes..." the voice continued.
Volcron started calculating..."IF our artillery can fire a shell every 50 seconds... within 30 minutes there will already be 36 shells in the air.. giving us an element of surprise..."

(At the Front)
10;00 at night on Rockgarde when suddenly explosions were heard. Bombs were blowing up in both Pherithian and Harkyuian bases. Immediately Volcron radars detected about 400 fighter bombers directly above the bases, carpeting bombing from a high altitude with micro-nukes, nukes that cause an explosion about the size of a small one story house. Searchlights immediately flared up, revealing huge amounts of heavy bombers and the Volcron started a huge storm of flak loose into the dark skies.

[Assistant]
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A good plan
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"Ahhh press conference is finally over..." Guevara sighted "How's planing?" he asked
"Almost ready, I just need to confirm a bunch of locations with the lady here" Hughes pointed at Helen
"Me?" Helen asked
"Yes dear" Hughes replied "Guevara had the most wonderful idea, to visit actual dangerous zones, which are declared too this day, war zones"
"So?" Helen said careless
"So if something might happen, he fears you'll no be able to fend for yourself" Guevara chuckled "He doesn't know you or simply loves you too much"
"Ridiculous" Helen said
"Yes dear, then we'll keep the plan as it is" Hughes said "Here's the map"
Hughes extends a map over the table

"Seems decent" Helen says
"It allows for easy detours and alterations in case anything happens" Hughes points "The cian circle is a somewhat safe zone. The big issue is the flower"
"Yes... a very dangerous enemy base is somewhat nearby. This should be easy" Guevara says uninterested
"so long as the plan has options and is kept between the three of us, it shall be easy" Helen pointed out "We'll change escorts in each big dot, except for a handful of trusted soldiers, recommended by both of you"
"Let's keep the plan itself safe" Hughes said

Players are allowed to use methods to try steal the plan. The more creative the methods are, the more likely you'll have success. using "I use my OP magic powers to tp the plan" is of course, not going to work. Think outside the box!


[System]
Age: 200 or so, appears 14

Species: Spirit

Appearance:

Background: Once a happy-go-lucky boy living in a cabin in the woods, Phineas met his end when he fell into a frozen lake. With his family unable to retrieve his body for a proper burial, he was cursed to wander the woods as a ghost. Centuries passed in his monotonous haunting. It seemed that he would remain that way for eternity. That is, until he came upon a young witch named Mara. The two struck up an unusual friendship, and it was from her that he learned of the Academy. Desperate, he pleaded to join her, eventually making his way to his new home.

Any other information:
•Phineas is able to disappear and reappear at will. He usually does the former when he's shy, sad, or embarrassed.
•He is also able to phase through people and objects. However, doing so to people causes a weird sensation and them to turn cold.

Name: Mara Dalia

Age: 17

Species: Witch

Appearance:

Background: Mara was raised amongst a family of powerful witches. The youngest of five siblings, all skilled in various crafts, much was expected of Mara. Unfortunately, she was a bit of a late bloomer. Her powers didn't show until she was thirteen, and even then they were wild and uncontrollable. Over the years, Mara struggled to control her powers and catch up with her family, to no avail. As a last resort, her family sent her away to the Academy. On the way, she became across a ghost named Phineas and together the two ended up at the Academy.

Any other information:
•While Mara struggles with spells, she's quite skilled in potions. Experimenting with such volatile ingredients, however, have yielded some...explosive...results.

[User]
Soon, suddenly, the woods were filled with activity. People appeared from around them, rushing to find the source of the noise they'd a moment ago. Michael, Gabriel, and Lily seemed more startled than alarmed, really. Soon, their group of three had increased to five, three in the group appearing bewildered, two in the group looking like the human embodiment of a dog with it's hackles raised. Gabriel had just opened his mouth to explain himself to the girl that had shown up when a boy appeared as well.

The entire situation was almost comical, except, it was rather... awkward. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't seem to find anything to say. There was several seconds of awkward silence before he finally said "Well, you see... My sister, she uh... She scraped her knee."

Michael covered his mouth with a closed hand, stiffing a giggle. Gabriel awkwardly looked away from the others. Lily let out another pitiful sniffle, mumbling "It really hurts."

[Assistant]
Phineas jumped as another boy quite literally flew down, joining the forming crowd. Just when did this quiet forest get so crowded? The chill around him grew until Mara's breath came out as a faint mist. It'd been awhile since he'd been around this many people, and the sudden gathering wasn't exactly calming his nerves.

"So that explains the scream," Mara mused, lowering her staff.

Phineas peeked over the witch's shoulders, staring at the strangers with a newfound curiosity. Moments before, he would have assumed they were merely a lost bunch of humans. But seeing as how a boy just flew from the sky, he doubted that was the case. "What brings you lot out here?" Phineas asked, momentarily forgetting of his current disappearing act.

[User]
Gabriel, who usually preferred not to socialize with others, cast his dark gaze down to the leaf-coated floor. Michael, who was much more friendly and outgoing, looked around, confused as to who had just spoken. Feeling awkward, he looked at the winged boy and answered. "Uhm... We're trying to find the Academia Mythica. We're new students there. Do any of you have an idea of where it's at?"

Lily was, for once, almost completely silent. Michael realized that it's actually rather nice, being able to speak without his sister interrupting him every other second.

[Assistant]
Alex turned to face the person who approached him and inclined his head. "The name's Alex. And, technically, not yet. I only arrived like 5 minutes ago." He shrugged, shaking Mar's hand. "So, do you have any idea what to expect here?"

Jacob beamed at the group. "I can lead the way. I've been here for a couple of decades now, these woods are like a second home." He told them, smiling. "If you want, I can take care of that scrape as well? I have quite the knack for healing." He told them, folding his wings until they disappeared.

[User] Lily perked up when she heard that the winged boy could heal her. "Really?" she said. She tapped Gabriel on the shoulder, and he set her down on the ground, sitting. She pulled the hem of her dress up past her knee, exposing the injury she'd gotten. The scrape was quite nasty. Her Nephilim blood had caused it to heal slightly, but not nearly complete. She stretched out her leg, looking at the boy who offered to heal her hopefully.

[Assistant]
Well that got Mara's attention. "You're going to the academy too?" She brightened considerably. Finally, no more running around in complete circles. "Some directions would help, thanks. I'm Mara, by the way. And this--" She frowned at her invisible companion, annoyance flashing in her gaze. "Phinny, do you mind? I'm talking to air here."

"Sorry!" Phineas slowly willed himself into view, though remained semi translucent. As helpful as these people were, there was still an inkling of anxiety buried deep in Phineas formed by centuries of solitude. He smiled shyly, staying behind Mara. "My name is Phineas. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Mara turned to the winged boy. "So you're from the academy, huh?" She placed her hands on her hips. "What's it like there? How many others like us?"

[User]
Jacob knelt down next to Lily and hovered a hand over her leg, as he did so a warm light emanated from his hand, covering the injury and speeding up the healing process. When he was finished, he pulled out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her so she could wipe off any dirt that remained on her leg from where she had fallen.

"There you go, good as new." He smiled, standing again and facing the group. "The school is westbound from the forest." He told them, gesturing at the sun, which was still rising. "You'll see what the place is like when we get there, its indescribable... Literally. There is magic at work which prevents people from describing it to others. In terms of people, at the moment there's only me and on other who are still there. There are a few new people coming in though. You five are the first lot to arrive, I believe."

[Assistant]
Michael watched his sister with a sigh. Honestly, he loved his sister, and would do anything for her. But she was such a baby sometimes. At this thought, he shot a dark look at Gabriel. Maybe Lily wouldn't act like such a little kid if he'd stop spoiling her all the time.

Lily's eyes shined bright as gems. "Wooow, thank you!" she said, jumping up. She brushed her hands over her dress, smoothing it out. It was dirty, but she didn't seem to mind. "I'm Lily," she said, holding out her hand to the boy who healed her. "And this is Gabe-"

"Gabriel," the dark-haired boy mumbled in correction.

"And this is Michael." She beamed, showing a smile that reflected the purity of her innocence.

Lily observed the conversation between Jacob and the other girl. She wondered how big the academy was. Was it a large school, or a small one? She couldn't wait to see, and began to tug at the hem of her brother's shirt, antsy to get a move on.

[User] "Pleasure to meet you all. My name is Jacob. I'm the closest this school has got to a caretaker, I guess." He scratched the back of his neck and smiled. "I've been here for about 30 years. And before you guys comment on that, I'm older than I look." He chuckled and placed his hands in his pockets. He'd been alone for a while in the school, being around this many people was making him a little awkward and fidgety.

[Assistant]
Perched atop the steps which led into the Academy's main door, sat the white haired male who was gazing with curious violet eyes at all the new comers milling about below. A soft smile graced his lips as he spotted a number of new females and males smile turning into a sly smirk. With Jayden already having been a resident of the Academy for a number of years, he'd made it one of his unofficial jobs to be a guide to the new kids, and to show that people could be friendly.

With a groan, she stood then stretched, bones creaking and popping back into place as she did so before descending down the stairs and into the milling crowds, "Alright, newbies over here please. I'll be your unofficial guide! C'mon group up."

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It had taken many weeks for Alicia to finally stumble upon the area where the academy was situated, not being used to walking on two legs rather than swimming places. Having to deal with unfamiliar sights and sounds, surrounded by the very gender she despised almost constantly. It was a harsh road, but now being in the right place had her calmer and happier than the blonde hair been in weeks.

Cutting through the brush, the girl sighed quietly and stopped to pull out a small map which was her only saving grace on her journey. "Now, where the hell am I going... map says east." she spoke aloud, voice echoing through the surrounding greenery followed by her crunching footsteps as her journey continued. Multiple voices echoed through the forest, but Alicia thought it best to avoid them - she could hear male undertones and she wasn't fully used to speaking on polite terms with them yet and thus continued on her way, although they could probably hear her stomping through.

[User]
Jacob wondered if he should warn the others about the inertly flirtatious nature of his current schoolmate, and was torn with the idea, as it would be quite amusing to watch the reactions. However he wasn't the type to let people walk into something if he could assist beforehand.
"I do feel I should warn you about the other guy who lives here at the moment. He can be... a little full on." He said, chuckling.

Alex headed over to the guy who had called the new people over, he seemed to know what he was talking about, and figured he could use a tour.

[Assistant] "Nice to meet you Alex," Mar said, concentrating to make his hand more corporeal for the handshake. He didn't typically phase through solid objects if he didn't want to, but it felt unsettling and intrusive with living beings. "I just got here as well, I only heard about this place from rumors," he admitted, following Alex to the person who introduced himself as their guide.

[User]
Gabriel felt his sister's nudge, and glanced at her. He knew she would run off if he didn't start to head off. And that was what got her a scraped knee in the first place. For safety, he caught her hand with his, making sure she wouldn't run off this time.

Michael felt a twinge of annoyance at his older sibling's rush to be off. He'd wanted to talk a bit longer and see if he could figure out anything else. But the three of them always stuck together, so he grudgingly followed, the crunch of dead leaves under his feet announcing his departure.

Finally, the twins found the border of the woods. And there was the school. As they walked through the front gates, Lily's mouth dropped open. "Whoaaa, so cool! It's really a castle. Do you think it's really old?"

Gabriel tightened his grip on his sister's hand, sensing that she was preparing to run off again. He was about to try redirecting her attention to something else to keep her from running off when a loud male voice rang out. He glanced back at his younger brother, about to say something to him when he felt the hand in his vanish. He looked back to see Lily running up to greet the boy who'd spoke.

"Hey! We're new too," Lily said as she stopped in front of the boy who'd called out. Michael and Gabriel caught up a moment later, though neither boy made attempts to be hasty like their sister.

[Assistant]
Alex chuckled. "I got an invitation. Apparently most people can't find this place unless they're meant to. Some weird supernatural thing protects it from being found by people who aren't meant to be here, apparently." He shrugged. "Sounds like nonsense to me, but hey, I'm a werewolf, so I know not everything is black and white."

Jacob realised they had gotten out of the forest and smiled to the rest of the group before running to join Jayden at the top of the stairs. "Pretty sure that was my job, but you can help out if you like." He winked and turned to the group of new students. "Welcome to the academy. I'm sure you all have a lot of questions."


[System]
S H U N

"Hey! Just 'cause I'm big doesn't mean I'm slow!"
A G E

15

O R I G I N

Okinawa, Japan

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R O P E S

Earnest
Friendly
Honest
Helpful
Humorous
Lazy

D E S C R I P T I O N

Always taller than most boys his age, Shun is big in all respects. Heavier, taller and darker skinned due to growing up on Okinawa, he sticks out like a sore thumb this far north. His dark brown hair is occasionally gelled up into a pompadour, and he walks around wearing a dumb grin on his face. Constantly wearing relaxed shirts and shorts, it's a humorous sight to see him shivering as he walks outside between classes. But, as he says, "The clothes are just part of who I am!"

Q U I R K T Y P E

Emitter

Q U I R K D E S C R I P T I O N

Many believe Shun's quirk is based around simply charging up energy, but it's a little more than that. Engine Rev is simply Shun's ability to store up kinetic energy, then release said kinetic energy any way he pleases. While he can do damage with his quirk, Shun's greatest weakness is both in his physicality (out of shape) and in his ability to store the energy. It can take up to three minutes for Shun to charge up his quirk, leaving him both open to counter attack and incapable of performing a rescue. However when he releases his kinetic energy, he is capable of both extreme speed and strength.

C A P A B I L I T I E S

Shun is a brilliant gearhead and can tear apart most small electronics and vehicles if left to his own devices. As far as his own physical abilities, Shun has fallen behind throughout his school years. His attitude has always been focused on taking it easy and relaxing, which has stunted his potential physical growth. He also lacks any sort of great stamina, rendering long applications of his kinetic charge weak. Shun is also a master around a barbeque, in case anyone gets hungry out there in the snow.

C H A R A C T E R G O A L S

Shun is a fun, relaxed and laidback character, and is meant to be an antithesis to the shonen protagonists that are so popular in the genre (and that I tend to roleplay all the time). Shun is relatively weak compared to his other classmates, and has only made it this far due to his quirk's abilities. The goal is to follow this lazy character that in any other medium be a background or punchline character and show how even someone like him can develop into an excellent hero.

[User]
H i r o h i k o • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

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It was at this point that Hirohiko finally unfroze from where he'd been facing the wall. Who was it who'd shouted down the flashy boy who was practically the only one his height?

It...seemed to be a little girl? But...did that mean Knightmare was actually a robot or a suit that she piloted with her quirk? That'd be awesome! If someone like that could use her quirk to become a powerful hero in spite of NEVER getting taller, maybe he could do the same thing! Clearly, she was actually the best choice to teach someone like him and...well, wasn't she actually really, really mean and scary though?

Hirohiko got to his seat, still pleasantly surprised that he was nearly half-way away from being at the bottom like he'd expected he'd be in the end. Still, he wanted to know why Knightmare had chosen not to hide her now-obvious smol-ness, given that he struggled to be taken seriously himself at times for that very reason.

"Um, excuse me sensei! Why did you choose to walk into the classroom out of your armor? I mean, people are more used to your armored appearance, so why did you want to make this kind of first impression instead?"

The fact that asking such a thing might be suicide didn't occur to Hirohiko at all, a testament to the mental density that came with his physical density.

[Assistant]
K n i g h t m a r e

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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The "pint-sized" heroine pressed her teeth down, as she walked forward, stopping just before the second row of seats as one of the students behind her asked her a question; a question that sounded like one she had heard a thousand times or more. It was a question that the other teachers of Ishin Academy had already joked about. Even after over a decade of proving herself as a pro-hero, it still came up, and it still happened to bother her. After all, it was something she had no control over and would never have control over. It was why she had made her hero identity like it was; strong and unflinching, tall and broad-shouldered. Some people didn't even know the metallic knight hero was a girl at all. Was it a mistake to sign on as a teacher to shed that in front of a bunch of petulant brats? Despite being starkly annoyed she looked at the boy who asked the question and memorized his seating in reference to the chart given.

Hirohiko Yamabuki. Seat six. Sapporo native. Emitter. Mass manipulation. 152 centimeters.

Hirokhiko was short—though even now at his age he was taller than Knightmare as an adult. The brown-haired pro-hero wasn't sure to make of him but at the very least appreciated his sense of manners and tone. She didn't want her height to be a spectacle, but she did wonder if her height meant something to him. Why else mention it like he had? She decided to not yell at him and instead bring up the answer that Snowman had told her to make if a student asked about their appearance in the classroom being starkly different than their guises as heroes. It's a "humanizing experiment of trust and professionalism". She remembered her rolling her eyes at the statement in Snowman's office. So she would say it her way instead. Her way was better.

"No instructor at this academy will be in uniform with the rare exception of training exercises and the opening ceremony. We are not fighting villains, but are presenting ourselves as teachers. It's pretty simple if you think about it."

As she answered she sent a foot backward into the leg of Noboru Nobunaga's chair, causing the student to violently crash to the ground.

"Also. Sit upright. You're a student of Ishin Academy, not a burger flipper at MgRonalds. Act like it." She commented, generally telling the class as a whole as she made her way to her desk.

[User]
K a z u o

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 > > > Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) < < <
April 7th ~~ School Grounds

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True to Kazuo's expectations Noboru was the the first to really speak after Knightmare's entrance. The idiot had no sense of anything that didn't involve himself or showing how "great" he was. Kazuo was used to idiots like that, but this guy royally pissed him off for some reason. He sucked his teeth at the boy's comment.

"Yeah, we are lucky." He spoke aloud as he took the time to make his way to his desk as was necessary. "I mean at least now we know that our teacher is competent." He completed the though as he took his seat, coincidentally beside the loud mouthed, self-proclaimed number one. Soon though he heard a familiar voice. Hirohiko what are you doing? He asked fighting the urge to face palm as his friend and fellow Sapporo native questioned the Pro on what could very well have been a touchy subject. Still, that was part of the guy's charm. At least Knightmare hadn't decided to rip him a new one. Kazuo would not have wanted to see that.

Still, what came next he couldn't possibly have been prepared for. Nor, could he have stopped himself from belting out the laugh that came from him when it happened. As she answered Hirohiko she took the time to kick the chair out from under Noboru making him drop to the floor.

"Also. Sit upright. You're a student of Ishin Academy, not a burger flipper at MgRonalds. Act like it."

Kazuo tried hard, to stop the laughter. He stifled it, forced his mouth shut, covered it. But every time he looked at Noboru he broke out again. It only went on for roughly 2 or 3 minutes before he quieted down, but even then you could hear little chuckles coming from the young man every time he glanced in Nobu's direction, even if they were beginning to border inaudible.

[Assistant]
S h u n

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 • Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

April 7th -- School Grounds

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"Ex-excuse me," the tall boy's gentle voice came from the side of Knightmare now as her attention was more on yelling at several of the other students. "I just wanted to give you this." He held the pineapple in his hand outstretched towards the tiny woman, looking completely and utterly awkward. "My grandmother used to bring pineapples to every new person she met," he added sheepishly, "and she said my mom did too." His voice trailed off into silence after he added that. Mom. Why was he bringing her up out of the blue? After all, his father constantly told him--

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 • Osaka, 10 months ago. •

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"Don't talk about her!" Renji Tanaka's voice was loud and gruff as he pushed himself out from under the large automobile he was working under. "Especially not while i'm working! Now hand me that wrench-" he said, pointing to the tool shelf in the Tanaka garage. The Tanaka Garage was probably the best garage for race cars in all of Osaka, and Renji Tanaka, his father and even his grandfather had made it such. In his mind, the entire Tanaka Clan would run the business, from father to son until the end of time. Until Shun came up with that letter.

"My aptitude scores put me toward the hero track. They say that I have a power very similar to another hero, dad. Why won't you tell me about mom's quirk?"

"She didn't have a quirk, like I said. She didn't have a quirk, she got sick when you were little and died. So drop it!" Renji was already up, walking towards his son, yanking the wrench out of his hand. "And the hero track? Don't make me laugh. You're going to work here with your younger brother. That's your track in life son. Not getting yourself killed as a hero for people who don't even care about you.

Shun's eyes closed tightly as his father went back to working on the car, using his quirk to stretch his limbs around and into the engine of the car.

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 • The Present •

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Shun just stood there, wondering why he thought back to that awful memory of that day. Why did this lady make him think so much about it? Maybe it was how her yelling reminded him of his father. No, that wasn't it at all. He then realized that he was away from his seat, and had approached his sensei without permission. He deeply bowed his head, his face growing deep scarlet, still holding the pineapple out for the woman. "I'm-i'm sorry I got up without permission! I wasn't thinking!"

Oh he was a barrel of laughs.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) 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
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

[User] Saeril stayed still, even as she waited for Yavanna to make her move. Closing her yellow-green eyes, she listened to the footsteps that the young elf made, havig to clear her mind and measure them, like how she did during her battle with Azog. But then, she felt the vibrations of the princess' footsteps on the ground, advancing upon her back right-side. Opening her eyes, she reacted, by turning around at a fast rate, and grabbing the blade, catching it with her claws, preventing the blade from hitting her.

[Assistant] Before the blade could even touch her side...it was in Saeril's grip. Saeril's fast moments never failed to surprise her. With a light flick of her wrist, Yavanna had freed her blade from Saeril's grip. Kili had been watching them from by the fire. He wondered what his god-mother was trying to do...maybe distract Yavanna?

[User] Saeril looked at Yavanna's surprised expression, and she smiled before giving her a nod. Allowing the girl to take the blade out of her grip, the elder looked at her. "You're wondering how I do it?", she asked her, as if she knew what the princess was thinking in that moment of what she just experienced. "Wanna learn something new? Might come in handy in Battle", she offered, hoping to teach the girl this technique that could furthen her combat skills.

[Assistant] Yavanna smiled back at the elder. "Yeah, I am actually." she said softly. She was always surprised and impressed with the fastness of Saeril's movements. "I thought my own Combat teacher, Haldir was quick as anything...but I think you've beaten him, in that department." she said, softly. Hearing her offer, Yavanna nodded. It would be good to improve and learn new techniques that might help her. "Yes, please." she said softly.

[User]
Saeril chuckled at her comment of outdating her own Elven teacher. Plus, a light blush appeared at the compliment, as well. Was she really the fastest of all the Elves. That might be debatable since she hasn't exactly fought against every single one in Middle Earth. So, she didn't want to jump to any conclusions on the thought yet. "Very well", she nodded, before inhaling some air, and breathing it out, having to close her eyes in the process. "Fighting is like dancing. I personally think of it as a dance when I first started training", she didn't mention anything about training in Isengard, thankfully. "Elves are known to bond with nature: trees, water, fire. Even air", she explained.

Legolas was also known for his deadly combat skills. But to compare the two, Saeril was probably the fastest. However, it would be accurate to say that they were both equals. Again, the winged she-elf didn't want to say that she was the better; no contest, please. "My ally is the air, as well as the wind", with that, her wings fluttered a little at the mention. "What do I do? I dance with it; relying on it, trusting it. I react fast because I have a clear thought, and I listen", she paused for a moment before speaking once again. "I am going to help you clear your mind", the elder then took a deep breath before closing her eyes. "Think of nothing, and listen".

[Assistant]
Yavanna smiled at her softly, it was probably one of the first few proper smiles; since the passing of Fili and Thorin. Yavanna wasn't sure, if Saeril was the fastest out of everyone in Middle-Earth, but certainly one of the deadliest, fastest elvish fighters, she had seen and known. Listening to Saeril, she almost sounded like her teacher. "I always loved dance....it's always somehow helped me, with combat moves...each one complex, different, it's own move like a dance movement." Yavanna said softly, digressing a little. But showing she understood what Saeril meant.

Listening to her advice. Yavanna closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to try and help wipe her mind of all thoughts. As she pushed away all thoughts, clearing her mind. The young elf began to listen...truly listen. She could hear it all. Listening to the wind, the trees swaying in the light breeze. The cracking of the fire...Yavanna was waiting for further instructions, and or movements on Saeril's part.

[User] "Listen", the elder repeated softly, before opening her eyes and silently sneaked away, with a quiet flap of her wings, having to take her into the darkness of the woods (the sun having to set pretty fast). With her eyes glowing in the dark, she repeated the instruction. "Listen...", her voice seemed to echo, around the girl, around Kili; surrounding them. It was silent for a few moments before Saeril suddenly advanced from the trees, flying down towards the girl.

[Assistant]
Yavanna remained still...her eyes closed. Listening intently. Her mind free of any thoughts...her breathing was even. Kili watched the pair of them, biting his lip curiously...he could see his God-mothers glowing in the darkness from the tops of the trees. As it was silent for a while. Yavanna's listening did not falter. Suddenly, sh could hear flapping. It was fast...coming down and behind her.

Yavanna's eyes snapped open...spinning around faster than lightening. Her sword flew up even faster...blocking Saeril's way. Yavanna's turn had been so sharp and quick...the air around her, was left with a slight shimmer of her light.

Kili stared a little in shock; he never seen Yavanna turn fast before. It was almost eye-uncatchable. One could easily miss it with a blink. He clapped..applauding the two she-elves.


[System]
Alias
The Great and Powerful Kazam!
(Or just Kazam, although Al himself insists on the full name.)

Age
18

Gender
Male

Appearance

That's only Al's casual dress. His "professional" uniform consists of a dress shirt and vest combination worn under a royal blue high-collar cloak cut specifically to have triangular "teeth" at the hem, black dress pants tucked into shin-high white boots, a pair of white formal gloves and the pièce de résistance, a blue tricorn hat decorated with a big white feather for extra flair.

Personality
Al is very charismatic, almost overly so. Most of the time it's part of the act, after all it's rather difficult to dazzle an audience if the performer has a gloomy attitude. Other times, though, he can come off as overly confident if not outright cocky. His confidence is great for putting on a show, but otherwise makes him difficult to work closely with, close personal friends tend to find his overly-dramatic confidence to be rather insufferable at times. His insistence on being called The Great and Powerful Kazam can - and has - rub people the wrong way. Still, if you can get past the bluster and theatrics, you'll find there's an overall good kid somewhere in there. Al fights crime and injustice as much as the next superhero after all, he just does it with a bit of a self-inflated ego.

Skills
Al has learned a wide variety of tricks and illusions accomplished merely by sleight of hand. Apart from that, he likes to believe he is good at convincing people to agree with him through sheer charisma. He's also done his share of dabbling into occult lore and mysticism, if only because such knowledge is practically required for someone like him. Al has also become a practiced swordsman out of necessity due to the nature of his magic-wielding. Finally, he has learned to speak quite fluently in the famous Backward Speech of Zatara and Zatanna, as any self-respecting sorcerer would if only out of respect for and in tribute to their greatness.

Powers
Al is of Homo Magi descent, at least on his father's side anyway. As such, he possesses a certain talent for using real magic. As with most spell-casters, a specific focus is generally required before Al can successfully throw out magic spells. For most, the focus is incantations, Zatanna's backward speech being the most famous example. For Al, while he can use backward speech for incantations, and often does so, he also uses a physical object as a focus as well. That object is an antique sword, an enchanted one that is his family's heirloom. While Magic generally allows one to accomplish a wide variety of feats, there are more specific spells designed for more specialty purposes. The ones Al himself knows are as follows:

"Drows a emoceb!" - A transmutation spell that transforms the wand into its sword form.

"Dnaw a emoceb!" - A transmutation spell that transforms the sword into its wand form.

"Rednuht fo edalb!" - The sword becomes magically infused with an electric charge, giving it an unnatural sharpness that allows it cleanly cut through objects it should otherwise be unable to. Concentration is required to hold the charge, so it will be dispelled by breaking Al's concentration or by outright knocking him unconscious.

"Llab gninthgil! Mrof ekat!" - Conjures and then hurls a ball of electricity. Upon impact with a target, the lightning jumps from the target and spreads its shock to those immediately surrounding it at a maximum radius of ten feet.

"Evoba morf rednuht!" - Calls a bolt of lightning to strike from above. Becomes even more powerful and effective during a natural rain storm.

"Sdnuow esolc!" - A healing incantation for closing and healing minor injuries and flesh wounds. More serious injuries such as dismemberment require an incantation of much higher level and thus will not be effected by this one.

Equipment
Al's most precious possession is his family sword. It's enchanted and thus capable of changing its appearance between being a sword and a wand. Much of Al's magic is channeled through it in some form, and so without it his spells become significantly weaker or more difficult to maintain.

History
Much of Al's family history is muddled and forgotten, but it has always possessed a talent for magic. This is because, at least on his father's side of the family tree, Al's family contains members of the Homo Magi race, essentially humans with a natural affinity for spell-casting. In fact, Al isn't even the first to be called the Great Kazam. That honor goes to his great grandfather, Al simply taking the title for himself when he inherited the family sword. Al was an only child, and in a way that was a blessing for him. According to the Kazam family traditions, only one child per generation could learn magic. In households with more than one child, both would be taught magic until adulthood, at which point it was customary for the siblings to pit their magical mastery against one another, the winner being awarded the sword and the losers stripped of their ability to use magic in order to prevent them from becoming a threat. Since he was an only child, Al was spared from this custom as he had no siblings to compete against.

His childhood normal, or at least as normal as could be when magic was involved, Al grew up being praised for his talents, mostly by his mother. While his father was around early on to teach him the basics of magic, he vanished when Al was 14 years old. Whether he died or simply transported himself to some other dimension, none could say. Supposedly he was researching something but he always kept that a secret, so no one in the family actually knew what it was he was working on at the time of his disappearance. Still only a rookie spell-caster, Al demanded the sword be given to him so he could finally master his gifts and go searching for his father, but was denied. He was still too young, and so the family sword went to Al's depowered uncle, who despite no longer possessing magic was able to complete his training and, four years later, finally gave Al the family sword.

In his search, Al began using his talents to fight crime, something none in his family had ever considered doing before. Al was almost entirely inspired by the famous Zatanna in his decision to become a crime fighter, even self-learning her famous Backward Speech for his own use. In these activities, Al encountered others around his age who also resolved to fight crime. Deciding that his talent would certainly be invaluable to them, Al reached out to them and essentially invited himself into their team.

Other
He still keeps in contact with his uncle, reaching out to him if a magical problem proves too difficult for him to solve on his own.

Titans GO!

[User]
Jr was starting to get a little bored and then he heard Tohi's instructions. He wanted to get into kicking some butt, but first he would have to wait and follow his teammate's instructions. Taking out some surveillance gear, Jr began to sneak a bit closer to the bank and take pictures of the scene going on in there.

"I hope that my surveillance is good, because I'm dying to kick some criminal butt" he said to Tohi over the communicator.

"Also I hope the rest of the team gets their butts over here soon, there will be no robbers to stop if they keep taking so long" Jr said annoyed. Patients was not one of his virtues and waiting when there was a chance to do some hero work was something he didn't like doing. This was what he didn't like about teams, having to wait and think outside of your own skills and experiences.

[Assistant]
Jasper SimmonsQuickshot
Fortunately for Jasper, his bow did not scratch up the window of the SUV. His teammates at clambered in quickly enough, and they were racing through the streets of Central City in no time. Sure enough, it was uncomfortable to drive with his quiver digging into his back, but he compartmentalized and did his best to ignore the discomfort. The ride was pretty quiet, their communicators the only noise, and the dark haired teen pulled up the video feeds from Tohi and Junior on the holoscreen in the SUV's dashboard. Though he wasn't watching it himself, he was getting the audio, and that was enough for him. Figures that the villains would team up - they weren't likely to do all that well on their own, given the size of the Titans' team. But together? They were more formidable, and Jasper was looking forward to teaching them a lesson. Whether or not the team would do well together, however, was up in the air.

With stealth in mind, Jasper parked the SUV a couple of blocks from the bank, making sure the keys were secured to his belt before exiting the vehicle. Surveying the buildings in his line of sight, he tried to figure out if he'd do better from a vantage point or if being on the ground would be better. The team didn't really have a leader to defer to - they hadn't known each other long enough to establish it - so asking his teammates seemed out of the question. Gripping his bow, he spoke into the communicator.

"I'm going to get up high, see if I can't take out that guitar," he told the team, already walking the distance.

Letting himself into a building across from the bank, he ignored the confused civilians, taking the elevator for himself. Though he would've liked to assuage their fears, he didn't have time to talk. The elevator would only travel so fast, and he wanted to help his team out any way he could. Taking advantage of his long range to try and stop Johnny seemed to be his best bet. Sound waves could only do so much, and if he caught Punk Rocket off-guard then his arrow wouldn't explode before it hit its target. First, though, he had to get to the roof. Strategizing with himself would only get him so far until he could actually do something. Hopping out of the elevator, he took the stairwell up to the roof, frowning when he felt the wind. Great, that was going to throw off his aim.

[User]
Sadly the car ride wasn't all that eventful. Light was hoping everyone would socialize a little on the way there, but no one really had anything to say, or rather, anyone but Light as the rest of the team was focused on the robbery, making her feel akward soon after. Once the group had gotten close to the robbery, Jasper enacted a stealth plan, telling everyone he was going to snipe from the rooftop.

"Okies. I'll take out the robot doggies then." Light said to the rest of the group, rummaging inside of her dress for a bit before pulling out a paper thin black circle that she called her portable hole. Looking at the bank where Tohi and Jr. were already engaging some of the baddies, Light threw the hole on the ground and jumped in it, appearing almost instantly out of another hole that appeared in the middle of the commotion. The battle paused for a slight moment as Light popped out of a black circle that appeared on the ground seemingly out of nowhere, then went on as normal soon after.

Making her way to the cops that were being attacked by the robot dogs, Light yanked a few of them to her, holding them within the crux of her arms tightly, throwing one at the villain who was barking orders saying. "Hey, you! Catch!

[Assistant]
As soon as they reached the scene, Al already knew exactly the role he intended to play. Many of the Titans fared better when stealth and the element of surprise were on their side. That often meant that someone had to take center stage and keep the bad guys' attention squarely on them for the first few moments of an encounter. And who better to play this role than the magician who already thrived in the spotlight? As the SUV parked and other members of the team went to work, Al simply straightened his hat and took the direct route to the scene of the attack. Wand in hand, Al used a quick spell to summon a harmless smokescreen in front of the bank for him to appear to the others in, while also charming nearby speakers to start playing a dazzling stage song to serve as his entrance theme.

"A dazzling light that pierces the darkness! A magician who brings hope to where there is none!" Al made sure he sounded as loud and confident as possible, while also being careful to sound more cool rather than arrogant. Putting oneself at the center of attention like this required a surprising amount of balance so one could sound cool and inspiring while not sounding arrogant or annoying to the audience, "Villains beware, for your opponent today is the GREAT and POWERFUL Kazam!" by that point the smokescreen started to clear, Al even giving his cloak a dramatic wave from the front to behind him, simultaneously taking off his hat for an introductory bow before putting on.

"Now, who wants to be my first volunteer? You sir!" he gestured his wand toward Adonis, without even giving the jock wannabe a chance to answer, "Lrig a ekil maercs!" Al spoke the incantation. If all went well, the would-be team of villains would pay more attention to Al than the other members who hadn't made a move yet, plus Adonis would find himself with a very high-pitch feminine voice, something Al knew would really get under his skin.


[System]
Age: 8 years old

Sex: Male

Appearance:
As depicted in the picture above and stands roughly at 3ft 1 inch tall.

Role: Warrior (Scout) and Hunter

Abilities:

* Now you see me... - Due to his irregular choice of apparel, he tends to stand out in a group of normal goblins.
* ...Now you don't. - Even so, he is exceptionally skilled in keeping hidden and moving silently...well for a goblin that is.
* Griz be nimble. - Griz may not be as strong as most of the other warriors, but he sure is one of the fastest and most dexterous of them all.
* Hits *just* right. - Griz's choice of weaponry may not be intimidating like a morningstar or a battle axe, but he sure knows how to use them to maximum effect.
* Hunter's Intuition. - Griz is at home in the wilderness just as he is in the village. He is knowledgable in survival skills as well as hunting skills.
* Pyrophobic. - Due to an incident when he was a youngling, Griz is extremely wary around large open flames.

Clothing/Equipment:

* Black Hooded Cloak. - A cloak made from dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Black Leather Shorts. - A pair of shorts made with dyed leather modified to fit a goblin's diminutive size.
* Cloth Hand and Foot Wraps. - Strips of cloth used to muffle and offer mild protection to the hands and feet.
* Iron Hunting Knife. - A simple single-edged knife meant for hunting animals. Griz's most reliable weapon.
* Wood Short Bow and Arrows. - Mundane bow and arrows made from the wood of the surrounding trees. Griz's favoured weapon.

[User]
In his opinion the social orders of other goblin tribes seemed strange, well at least strange for Twig that is. Greslarch had tracked the scouting party to the tribe after stumbling upon them as they transported their quarry. In retrospect neither Twig nor his battle-scarred companion were in a hurry to catch up to the hunters and scouts. Curiosity is what drove Twig to follow them, and he found the tribe strange because they seemed extremely organized and seemed to also follow a different philosophy or so he guessed.

Greslarch sniffed the ground and not paying attention bumped Twig through the underbrush and into view with a thump, from where they spied the goblins carrying the owlbear carcass. Swearing under his breath Twig tried to get up slowly, cursing his companions ignorance because he had blown their cover.

[Assistant]
Several members of the Forest Tribe on the fringes of the village saw an unfamiliar goblin poke through the bushes. In this tense atmosphere, the sudden arrival of a strange goblin caused much alarm, especially one with such strange eyes. He clearly wasn't a member of their tribe, but he also wasn't a member of any of their known enemies. Within a few minutes, scared farmers began racing back into the village with news about a stranger showing up.

"Griz, I'm gonna see who that is. You can come along if you like. And ladies, just- just visit me at my hut tomorrow. This is important." He ran off to the outskirts of town, happy to be away from the crowd. It wasn't that he didn't want attention from the females, but there was such a thing as too much at once, and it wasn't like his reputation as a good fighter and hunter was going to vanish in by the next morning. Without looking to see if anyone had followed him, Breden stopped to find a second crowd- much smaller than the one had just left- standing near a weird goblin and a large wolf. The crowd was only equipped with farm tools made of stone and wood, not much of a threat, but they numbered at least a dozen. The entire crowd was made up of older males and a couple of females. Given that males generally didn't farm if they could still hunt, this was to be expected.

"One side, please! Warrior with a metal sword coming through!" He kept the blade Koglan had forged for him sheathed, but he was ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The exotic goblin looked nothing like a Blue Foot. "Who are you, and why have you come?"

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Having pitchforks leveled at you doesn't exactly make for great introductions, Twig tentatively got up and noticed Greslarch step closer and being smart Twig glared at his companion "Down old friend I will call you when I need you!" Twig muttered so only Greslarch heard.

"Hmmph whatever brother" The wolf simply snorted and vanished into the trees, but Twig was distracted by a disturbance in the crowd as a voice called out. The goblin was male and had a metal sword sheathed at his side and after seeing Twig the goblin asked who he was and why he had come.

"I am Twig," he stated his eyes passing their gaze over the crowd "And I am the last Green-Eye and I have come in search of a new home" Twig gazed intently at the warrior.

"But I would also ask who you are?" Twig asked the goblin who addressed him.

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"A Green-Eye?! I-I'm Breden." He looked at Twig, seeing the reason why he was obviously called that. "That's- it's- it's very unusual to have a member of another tribe here. I heard that your tribe was either wiped out or were all druids or something. No one around here really knows what happened to your people, we only heard rumors. We didn't know you were real, even. Maybe it would help if you explained who the Green-Eyes are? Or were? And was it just me, or is that wolf yours? It doesn't look like it was acting like a normal wolf."

If he was a druid, this could be helpful for the Forest Tribe. That said, no group of druids ever took sides in a war without good cause, and it was rare that they interfered with the daily lives of the average goblins. He wasn't even sure if Twig was a druid or not, but his strange appearance certainly lent him a mystical air.

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"If we hadn't seen their scouts in our territory, I would have just thought the owlbear had just reached a bit out of her territory in search for better sources of food. But, unfortunately, this wasn't the case. The area we encountered her was a good distance away from where the latest sighting of a large predator was reported and was starving." Griz said as he deposited his entire share to the village granary. "Owlbears are one of the apex predators of the forest, they won't go out of their territory that far. Something pushed that owlbear out." Griz furrowed his brow and frowned at the thought. "A simple raiding party could probably scare off one...but not for long. I think we'll be facing a warband."

Breden was then distracted by a commotion outside.

"You go on ahead. I have to feed the gatherer before I go to Koglan. Do stay safe." Griz said while turning to the pregnant gobliness and gesturing her to follow. She follows him but grumbles under her breath about Griz not remembering her name.

[Assistant] "I am a druid," said Twig "But the wolf is normal I just have the ability to communicate with wolves." Twig continued fidgeting with his totem. "Greslarch is my companion" Twig proudly stated then peered quizzically at Breden and asked "Would you like to know anything else?" asked Twig still fidgeting with the snarling face of the wolf "I am without a home and all I have to offer is my and my companions protection." he offered.

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@Blackmist16

Earlier...

"Sure thing, Griz. I'll meet you at Koglan's place if I have time." He looked back at the pregnant gobliness. She was clearly hungry and impatient. Strictly speaking, Griz was under no actual obligation to feed her, but if he had mated with her in the past few months, it was possible that she was carrying some of his children, along with those of at least one other male. While he couldn't be totally sure, if he got a good look at her younglings and one of them looked like him, it would be a sign that she had indeed helped him continue his line.

Presently...

"I'm sure the chief and many of my fellow goblins will have more questions for you, but you're welcome to come inside the village walls." He looked around, wary of the wolf. When there was no sign that it was going to return, he started to walk into the village walls, gesturing for Twig to follow close behind.

"You may want to know a bit more about us. We're called the Forest Tribe, and we just call our village, well, the village. Others call it the Forest Tribe village. The shaman says there are goblins in other places who also call themselves a "Forest Tribe", but they don't live anywhere near here. If you are indeed a druid, the shaman will want to see you. We'd be happy to have a druid on our side, but you may be called on to help us fight off other tribes, like the Blue Feet. If you don't want to get involved in that, I understand, but if you're gonna be one of us, you'd have to fight alongside the rest of us."

[Assistant] "I see," Twig glanced warily at the other goblins, still staring at him then skittered after Breden "If I do find a place within your village I will need Greslarch by my side" Twig said glancing into the trees then looked back at Breden, clearing his throat Twig motioned around them "Anyways I would be interested with speaking to your shaman and chief but what about you? You seem like the type to have a tale to tell" Twig asked inquisitively whilst keeping pace withe Breden.

[User] "If you explain that you need to have the wolf- Greslarch, was it? I'm sure the chief will let you keep him in the village. Until you have permission, it's best to keep him outside. As for where you'd live, you'd have to build a hut or we can see if there are any spares. Not sure where we'd put your wolf, but if he causes any trouble, we'd hold you responsible. And as for me, I just took part in a patrol where we killed an owlbear. It's the first great deed I've ever really been a part of."

[Assistant] "I would like that very much," scowling Twig thoughtfully paused before speaking "Although I don't require much in the way of a home since I haven't had one in quite some time. If your chief welcomes me to stay I will build the hut with only what I need since I cannot take too much from the forest, we must take what it gives and return what it's owed" Twig recited.

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"That sounds a lot like what shaman says." Breden didn't really have much more to comment on it than that; mystic sayings and the ways of magic and nature were beyond him. Before much longer, they were at the shaman's hut, which was somewhat closer than that of the chief's.

"Our shaman- ours is female but her apprentice is a male if I'm not mistaken- should see you soon. If she approves of your being here, the chief almost certainly will."

[Assistant]
Griz had led the pregnant gatherer back to his hut and told her to wait for him outside.

"Why wait for me? Surely your other mates could have provided for you." Griz's voice emanated from within his home.

"I would have but one of them is a musclehead warrior too busy practicing his 'super move that'll defeat anything' and the other got eaten by a giant toad two weeks ago while he was fishing...poor Plu. I think you know him."

"Yeah. He gives me some of his fish sometimes. The poor fool didn't deserve that kind of fate. Hopefully, his spirit is welcomed to by the ancestors." Griz says before exiting his home with a pouch of dried strips of berries. The gatherer grins as the hunter gave her what she was craving. "Dried blueberries! My favorite!" Barely a second had passed before she ate a handful of the goods. "Grish. Yur da besht."

With the one carrying his bloodline satisfied, Griz excused himself and made his way to the blacksmith's home. Some of the others were already present, likely waiting for Koglan to finish whatever he was doing. Griz was no different and decided to lean on a wall while waiting.


[System]
Age: 36
Race: Human
Home Planet: Coruscant
Details: Bocri is allergic to bacta and as a result has had a number of injuries repaired with cybernetics.

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Bocri Sauburc

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Bocri shot across the hanger floor, a blur to the clones, as he used the force to accelerate his speed. It was just in time as hundreds of blaster bolts split the air where had been, and where he would have been if he were an average human. The wall where he had stood turned nearly black in an instant as the energy of the bolts singed the plate and, in a couple of spots, buckled them slightly.

Helmeted heads were just starting to turn, tracking the blur of his movement, the ugly bulk of the blasters only a split second behind, as he reached the ladder that led to the control booth. He pushed down with the force and shot into the air, even as he slid his blaster back into its holster.

The catwalk shuddered as he landed with a thud. The clones below were moving more quickly now, some of them likely could figure out his next move. At this range a moving target would be hard to hit and the marksmen among them were already taking a knee. The hanger was fifty yards wide and the catwalk went the entire distance. Another force sprint was liable to tax him too much and make what was coming next nearly impossible.

He began to run, light sabre flashing as he batted away the bolts that were increasingly getting closer. The smell of ozone was so thick it overpowered the usual smell of maintenance chemicals and fuel cells. His whole vision was tinged red from the volume of energy that was coming his way.

One concussion grenade, then a second, he sent them spinning out into the hanger bay and watched as clones dove for cover before they exploded, sowing more chaos into the space. Angry shout - commands to fire - were faint below. The catwalk was absorbing some of the bolts and the heat was beginning to buckle, as the plates of the hanger bay wall had done.

He was dimly aware of Hirani trying to reach out to him through the force but he had no time to spare for her. This was no time for distraction. He was going to die here if he didn't put maximum effort into it. Once he was safe he would check on her.

Ahead of him the control booth door had shot open and in that instant he accelerated again, using the force to pull himself toward trooper who had stepped out, his blaster aimed at Bocris chest.

Bocri slammed into the clone and the two of them tumbled into the control room, bouncing off the wall and onto the floor. Bocri recovered first and his light sabre flashed, cleaving the clone from waist to shoulder as he tried to rise from the ground. There was pain in Bocris own shoulder and he spared a glance to see his flight suit was cut and blood was seeping through the material.

No time.

He lunged to his feet just in time to see several troopers below hurling concussion grenades upward at the open door. He tripped the switch door with a twitch of his hand and then yanked down the lever that controlled the magnetic shield protecting the hanger bay from the vacuum of space.

The grenades seemed to hang in the air for a brief moment before they, and everything else in the bay not attached to something, were sucked into space. One was lodged against a transport and the explosion blew a wing off the vessel. He could hear the screams of the clones, feel their terror - especially those he had known well - and the realization that they were going to die. Most had a brief moment of regret and that caught him off guard. A select few were angry, perhaps at their failure, be he would never know.

The Jedi star fighters were hurled into space, and the two large transports, one now burning, skittered across the floor after them before finally toppling into space. A rack of Republic fighters jerked violently at their mountings but held firm. Any number of other items went as well, all of it vanishing into the darkness beyond.

He slumped down on the only chair in the space and rested his head on the console for the moment. The better part of three hundred clones had been in the bay when he first started his run and now not a single one remained.

Why?

What had he missed? There was nothing logical about what had just happened. The Clones were a fundamental part of the Republic, as much as the Jedi, it made no sense.

"Bocri?" The tug at his mind snapped him back to the reality of his situation.

"Hirani. The clones turned on me," What else could he say. "I have vented the hanger bay. The landing party is all gone. Are you okay?"

[Assistant]
Hirani Blen

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The twi'lek knew she was heard but the lack of response from Bocri left her concerned. It wasn't a new thing for him to not answer her calls while engaged in battle, but this wasn't a typical scenario. They were being hunted by their own and she needed to tell him about this Order 66 and the clones sudden change in mindset. She could only hope that he was in a good position despite the chorus of explosions she was hearing.

The troopers were momentarily stunned from having been flung down the hallway and she took this moment to completely immobilize them. She kept her saber in her right hand, but did not ignite it while she walked briskly towards the fallen clones. Even though they meant to shoot her down, Hirani couldn't bring herself to use her deadly weapon against them. Raising her left arm, she reached out a with a slender purple hand towards the troops and pushed their bodies down into the floor, keeping them from reaching anything that would otherwise spell bad news for her. They struggled against her, she could feel it, but it wasn't particularly difficult for her to keep the five cloned men from rising.

She thought about removing their helmets and hitting their temples squarely with the hilt of her saber to knock them out but she ultimately decided she wanted to be more gentle than that. She was going to put them to sleep. Through the force she threw a blanket of calm over the men, willing their bodies to relax and tricking their brain into thinking it was time to sleep. One by one she waved her hand over their covered faces and felt their consciousness slip away into deep sleep. They would be like this long enough for her to return to her rooms, quickly retrieve some extremely important belongings, and make a swift getaway.

Once in her rooms, she grabbed her brown leather bag that she used to carry all of her medical supplies. In additional to various tools, bandages, medicines, and ointments, this also included numerous crystals and talismans that would amplify her healing abilities through the force. They were not as potent as the ones she used back in the Halls of Healing at the Jedi Temple, but they were potent enough for her to feel compelled to run back for and if they were going to be on the run, they would be invaluable.

In the midst of Hirani's packing, her hands slowed at the sudden rush of fear and panic from hundreds of clones. She called out again.

"Bocri?"

This time, he answered.

"Hirani. The clones turned on me. I have vented the hangar bay, the landing party is all gone. Are you ok?"

The relief she felt over his response was mixed with sorrow. Being thrust into the vacuum of space would be a painful death as their bodies fought to breathe while the cold emptiness of space sucked away their warmth.

"I am fine. I was forced to put some troopers to sleep as they tried to gun me down and I am in my room collecting some things should we need to break away from the ship. CC-9547 said 'Order 66 has been initiated' and we are to be executed for treason against the Republic?"

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Bocri Sauburc

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"I am fine. I was forced to put some troopers to sleep as they tried to gun me down and I am in my room collecting some things should we need to break away from the ship. CC-9547 said 'Order 66 has been initiated' and we are to be executed for treason against the Republic?"

What the crik was Order 66?... Bocri was having a hard time processing; between having just vented nearly three hundred people into space that he had known on a first name basis, the pain in his shoulder, and the slowly dawning knowledge that all the pain he had felt through the force was likely his Jedi comrades being slaughtered.

"I want to say they can't be serious but after what just happened down here..." His words dropped away as he hissed in pain. He drew a kolto bandage from his belt, one of the two he had, and worked it into place over his shoulder. The soothing sensation began at once and he swung his arm a couple times to ensure he could move freely. They were hardly out of trouble yet.

"The rest of the clones will be looking for us." He said as he projected his thoughts to Hirani once again. "We won't be able to get off this ship as long as they control the bridge. They'll blow us out of space."

He glanced up the steel plating above his head. The bridge was a long run from where he was, but not so far from Hirani. Between him and that bridge, somewhere on this ship, were another three hundred clones, give or take however many Hirani had dealt with. Perhaps if he got into the main ducts?

Not an original idea, but one that will skip the majority of the clones, I hope. He was musing to himself as he looked upward at the roof of the control cabin. One of the first things he had done when he came aboard was familiarize himself with every aspect of the ship in the off chance they had to repel boarders. Well, now he was the boarding party.

"Can you make it to the bridge?" He asked Hiarni. "I am going into the ducts and will make my way there. Will you be able to meet me?" It was a chance, but it was the only one they had at the moment.

He ignited his lightsaber, cut a hole in the ceiling, and leapt effortlessly into the vent above him; he began to run.

[Assistant]
Hirani Blen

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"I want to say they can't be serious but after what just happened down here…"

Hirani shared his sentiment, but something was just horribly wrong. A power play had been made from pieces they didn't even know were on the board. Through their bond, she felt the trickles of the pain he was feeling but she was confident it wasn't something that he couldn't handle on his own until she could see to him. As a healer, she couldn't help feeling compelled to see to his injuries at that moment. At this feeling, she finished packing her bag quickly, clasped it securely and flung it over her shoulder. They had to get to safety first.

The familiar call of Bocri reached out to her again. "The rest of the clones will be looking for us. We won't be able to get off this ship as long as they control the bridge. They'll blow us out of space."

Hirani sent her consciousness towards the bridge. It was only two floors above her with limited personnel inside but heavily protected by blast doors that would magnetically seal if engaged. She was no splicer, so hacking her way in wasn't an option if they were locked. She could melt the door slowly with her saber, but that would leave her vulnerable. Her last option would be to infiltrate the minds of one of the clones inside to make him open the doors for her, it was the fastest outcome for her.

"Can you make it to the bridge? I am going into the ducts and will make my way there. Will you be able to meet me?

"Yes, let's hope the doors aren't locked when we get there. Otherwise, it's not heavily manned if you have to take it by yourself. Just enough clones needed to monitor the ship and maintain our position in orbit." she replied.

Hirani tightened the strap of her bag so that it wouldn't swing wildly across her body as she moved and called to her right hand her saber that she had placed on the bed when she first re-entered the room. She stepped out into the hallway once more and borrowed the keycard from CC-9547's unconscious body so that she could hopefully access the bridge without alerting the pilots inside. As she took her first step away from the sleeping clones, she willed her body to move faster and force sprinted the rest of the way to the elevator. At its doors, she swiped the borrowed key card against the reader to instruct the machine to open. The clones must've taken it to her floor.

Ding.

The doors slowly opened to reveal the empty booth and Hirani extended a purple hand to the panel to direct the elevator to the top floor that housed the bridge.


[System]
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: Javier stands at a small height of 5'5", or at least small by his race and gender's average height. Although this doesn't really bother him. He has white hair and has dull grey eyes, a result from some sort of abnormal genes from his parents but he couldn't be too sure. From his chin and downwards, he has a white tattoo that was placed on him when he was just a young boy. While he isn't "body-builder" muscular, he has visible muscles thanks to the constant training he had to undergo in the guild and before. In jobs, he would usually wear light armor, given that he is an assassin, [refer to the picture above]. He would often carry two long and slim daggers with him, hidden in his person. A black bow may be found in his hands at times, but not too often. When he's not on a job though, he would often be seen in a beige shirt, pants, combat boots and black gloves.

Backstory: Abandoned when he was just an infant, Javier never knew his parents. He was picked up by the leader of a mercenary guild after finding the poor boy abandoned in the streets. It was more of finding another member than out of pity though. That's why Javier grew up with close to no morals at all except for being loyal and being dedicated to something you want to do. By the time that he was five, he was already taught things he had to know to live, like reading, writing and talking. By the time he was six, though, he was already taught how to wield a knife. As he grew older, the training just got progressively harder. He was placed under the care of Ovir, an assassin, to teach him what needs to be done as an apprentice of the guild.

Training was harsh but Javier endured. By the time he was eleven, he had already killed over ten people and infiltrated over sixteen houses. He murders in cold-blood. He has also felt like the guild is his family. While they're not exactly the caring type, they're fun to be around. This was also the time he had gained his tattoo since he is now seen as a full fledged member of the guild and not an apprentice.

A year later, however, King Darion had caught them and put everyone on trial. However, upon seeing Javier, a young teen at that time, he felt pity. Being the good king he is, he released the young man. But not without something in exchange. He asked if Javier was willing to join the Hunters. Javier was initially reluctant to accept since he is already part of a guild but King Darion mentioned that they were on death row. He will not have a place to live in anymore. Javier was convinced soon after that and decided to swear loyalty to King Darion and the Hunters.

Ever since joining up with the Hunters, his views on how he could live his life had changed. They were a bunch who truly cared for the kingdom, apparently. Although it did nothing to change his views on a life. That was the sad and harsh reality. But most did not mind since he had become more easygoing and fun to be around. He has skills too so that was a bonus for them. When he turned twenty, he started to actively learn Dark Magic. Not necromancy or blood magic or any of those stuff. He wants to bend the shadows to his will. Currently, he is able to cloak himself with darkness so that he will have a higher chance of sneaking around.

Personality: Javier is a generally passive guy when it comes to insults and criticisms. He would often be seen just smiling or laughing it off. It's more like he just couldn't care less of what others think of him. Although he does welcome criticism, especially in his work, skills, abilities so that he can further improve himself. He's a pretty nice guy and helpful as well. He's a pretty chill guy, often seen relaxing when not on a job. While he is dedicated to his job as a Hunter, he does love his rest times too. He adores children in his off time and spends time playing with them, given that they don't mind playing with an elf.

Javier is a cold-blooded killer. He feels nothing when he slips a knife into someone else's body. He feels nothing when blood is sprayed all over the ground. He feels nothing when they don't move. That's the type of killer Javier has been molded to become, and he honestly doesn't mind it. Since he is dedicated to his work, it just gives him an advantage over a lot of people. He doesn't hesitate to end someone's life for the sake of his job. He doesn't even care if it's right or not. He also doesn't care too much if something close to him dies since he knows everyone will die eventually.

Weapon skill/choice: Daggers, Bow, Dark Magic (basic)
Weapon picture: [See picture above]
Notable ability: An expert in stealth, knows basic dark magic

"A job is a job. An order is an order. Do it or die." - Master Ovir
"People eventually die anyway, so why should I care if someone dies?" - Javier Illivis
"Loyalty and Devotion. No mercy and remorse." - Mercenary Guild saying.

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As the sun cast an odd shadow on Orac's face he winced his eyes and glanced over at the Guild hall. "Suppose I better go and see if somebody wants me uh?"  he said to himself nonchalantly.

With that Orac walked slowly but gallantly over the sun baked stone towards the hall. Not caring that people were busy wandering through the streets Orac just seemed to bustle his way through without hindering a single person.

As he reached the line he glanced along, "about 7 people in front, jeez I am already sick of waiting." Orac was an impatient Elf and he wasn't afraid to show his anger and restlessness.

Finally he was next to go in-"Well here we go, my parents didn't want me when I was young let's see if I fair any better here."With that he pulled his hood down on his jacket and made his way in.

Once in the hall Orac was nearly but not quite speechless so many race, origins, backstory all in one room ready to take weapons, tools and friends on to quests and who knows what battles.

"I am here to join sir you won't be disappointed."  Orac said with haste to Ordmar one of the volunteer workers.

"We are the one's to decide who is worth and not, erm what is your name exactly?".

"Orac good sir and I would like to sign up please".And with that Ordmar gave him a quill and told him to sign on the line.

"That's it?, no questioning? No medical test? AWESOME!".
Orac signed.

[Assistant]
The air became lighter and lighter as more bodies signed and left the hall, few stayed but the room seemed less daunting. Every New-Blood had a personality, it was the first time he actually felt hope for the guild again. Many of the names burned his mind, he could see potential.
His eyes glanced across the full paper of recruits, it may have been the first in a long while that The Hunters were openly inviting people to join the ranks, but never had he expected such a turn out. Varioyn grabbed his cloak and walked around to a few that had stayed, introducing himself. No one seemed interested in becoming apart of conversation, he didn't blame them. Most were probably nervous for the inevitable join or boot that tomorrow would seek to provide.

The day after...

Varioyn rose and grabbed his cloak and swords, his gut twisted for those he was going to have to let go today. Varioyn was a kind man, not one to fancy bringing senseless pain to others, it was a great honor to be in the guild, at least among the humans of Drovia, it gave anyone respect no matter the race.

As he walked down stairs he noticed yet again the large crowd gathered in the Hall of Remembrance, he stopped and looked around. "Where in the hell is Javier.." he thought to himself. He shrugged it off, seeing how he may have better things to do than train a bunch of new bloods.

"Hello again everyone, I hope you slept well in anticipation for your tests.." Varioyn gave a slight smirk. "I'm afraid to inform you that Head-Master will not be joining us on this day as he has a important deliverer mission that was urgent for the Kings men." Varioyn's face molded back into a stern seriousness that he was partly afraid might make the crowd uncomfortable. He tried to lighten up. "As Head-Master explained yesterday, you have all signed up and now will begin your trials.. We will start with the intellectual trials. A test if you will." He was surprised to not here an uproar of groans and agony set forth by education that he was so used to from his younger brethren. Varioyn laid he sword on the large wooden table across from the first of the crowd. "There is old language, even I do not know on this blade, it was given to me but a old Etlock friend of mine. By his word he said it is a shard of a much larger sword called Illikorav, or 'Blood Cleaver' In Giant, now I speak of this because your first question is. Who was the first Titan, born of ash and also known as the Father of the giants? Varioyn panned the group as the question set it. Your second question is How was the Hunters guild come to be? A simpler question he thought, but it opened the end of history not normally studied. He looked down at his pencil scratched paper, that was the last question provided by Ash. He looked up quickly not to give his struggled facial expression away. Last question.. What city must you never step foot in, for it is the source of all death and darkness? He looked up to the map on the wall behind him, to the west past Lothadia.. Darkness. Varioyn moved out of his seat and looked around. Once those are answered, we will move on.

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(Pondering, Meshiro stared down at his paper and pencil with a blank expression. Suddenly, the lad began blurting out in one of his random self rants.)

"Taha! A test of smarts, right? Childs play... Eh.. Even though I am a child, but... Alright. Ehh.. Time to answer I guess, signori."

Titan Oric was born of ash...
Well, the hunters...

(Meshiro was interrupted by a sudden yet familiar musty stench permeating his nostrils. On his side, he caught glimpse of a looming Etlock gazing at his answer sheet from above.)

"Huh? I can smell you inching closer, and closer, so listen big fella', back off my paper before I bonk you with my staff, ok? Eh, I guess only one of us will be a hunter after all, so no worries. Teehaha."

(Said Meshiro to the now embarrassed Etlock on his right. The Etlock cocked his head in the other direction, flushed with steam billowing from out his nostrils. The Etlock then started to cheat off a nearby elf paper. However, now that Meshiro is looking around, he could find so many individuals cheating. There was one human using some sort of unusual body language with his comrade to communicate answers. There was an elf holding a toxin-tipped arrow into the side of a human sitting next to him, forcing the human to cough up answers. An Etlock towards the corner of the room hung his unnecessarily shiny buckler shield against the wall at an angle that allowed him to see answers in the reflection of the shiny rampart.)

"Seems everyone is cheating in some way."

Anyways... The hunters started off as an elite crew of assassins made to dispatch adversaries of the old king, but now have been reformed into trained guards of the land.

Lastly, the 'Burg'. Mhm, Finished!

"Godspeed ya bub. See ya later, if ya pass! Teehahaha!"

(Shouted the youngling as he trudged off, staff in hand.)

[Assistant]
Privy stared down at his piece of paper, his axe friend looking over it with him. Privy began writing the answers to the questions provided, occasionally whispering to Cliff for some assistance with this test. Cliff was the more intelligent one of this duo, while Privy was everything else.

I know that it was Oric that was born of ash, I do know that... but why was the Hunter's guild created...?

Privy whispered to Cliff. They signed up under the same list so it wasn't technically cheating.

"Cliff, what do I put for the second one...?"
"... fuck man I don't know. They were assassins or something right?"
"Were they? That would make some sense..."

Privy wrote down that they were assassins at some point hired by the king, who later... um... fuck.

"Cliff, why are they still around?"
"... James we both know you found me in a trinket store, how would I know? What did you write..."
"I wrote that they were assassins hired by the king, that's all I had."
"... um... the king found another use for their services or something like that?"

Privy wrote down that the king found another use of their services after they fulfilled their need as assassins.

Last one... which town...? Oh it's the Burg.

Privy finished the test as he and Cliff turned in his exam and left.

"... you failed didn't you?"
"I at least got one I think."