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"Just take the punches as they come, and then give them back one of your own. That's all any of us can do."
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: When not wearing the school uniform, Dawn tends towards more casual clothes, such as jeans and plain t shirts, with the addition of a jacket if she feels in the mood. She stands about 5'8" or so, and weighs about 154 lbs. She wears her hair in a distinctive style, covering one eye, yet it doesn't really inhibit her vision at all. She tends to carry a small notepad with her, to record ideas when they pop up.

Weapon Name: Swift Iron

Weapon Appearance/Function:

Type: Melee/Ranged, Defensive, uses Dust ammunition.

Weapon Derivation: Tonfa, Machine Pistols

Holstered/Sheathed Appearance: It looks like two holstered, long barreled pistols.

Form 1: It only has one form, and does not transform. To switch between the various aspects of the weapon, the tonfa are merely flipped, so the barrel points towards the enemy, and the trigger can be better gripped. Oh, and as opposed to the picture above, it's black and brown, like a regular weapon.

Personality: Dawn is relatively laissez faire, not interfering in people's lives unless she feels like she needs to. While she can be laid back, she can also be serious when the situation calls for it. Some might see her as brooding or aloof, but that is more just because she is a contemplative person overall, one who considers her options before acting. When fighting, she moves to resolve a conflict as rapidly as possible, and in conversation she tries to keep an amicable mood, while standing for her principles as well.

History: Born in Mistral, Dawn never really considered herself the kind of person to become a Huntress. Growing up, she had been entranced by those sorts of stories, but had always figured that she would become a writer, someone to chronicle the big events, rather than be involved in them herself. That would be the province of her older brother, who she considered to be much more athletic and inclined to that sort of thing than her.

But she was mistaken. It wasn't that anything tragic happened to him, no. She found herself being swayed by the rise in violence, and the desire that she had to do something to help out, to put a stop to it. Radicalism couldn't be allowed to rule the day. Her parents supported her, giving her training in martial arts for self defense, just in case. She quickly found that she had a knack for it, and even competed in a tournament or two, though she didn't win anything.

It was at one of those tournaments that she was scouted by a recruiting agent from Beacon, trying to get her to enter. It took some thought, but eventually she agreed. Not only would she get to help people, but she would also get access to a top notch education at the same time. Even if she didn't continue on as a Huntress, that would be worth a lot. So with the well wishes of her older brother and her parents, she headed off, to begin her education.

Emblem:

Other: Likes to play card games.

Color: Crimson

Combat Style: When fighting at range, Dawn is offensive focused, keeping enemies suppressed so that her teammates can close in and get to dealing damage, as well as dealing with more armored targets.

At close range she follows a more defensive style, akin to Okinawan Martial Arts. She uses it for protection along the arm and blocking, then for swift strikes and thrusts, relying on speed and reflexes to aid in that defense, aiming to wear down her opponent before going for the kill.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Strengths
-Very flexible between ranged and melee capabilities.
-Defensive style is effective at conserving Aura, making her a more effective long term fighter.
-Speed and agility are unhindered.

Weaknesses
-No effective counter for heavy ranged or melee weapons.
-Sufficient armor can bypass her offensive capabilities.
-Not as geared towards combating Grimm as it is people.

Semblance: Word crafting - Dawn's semblance is a bit unusual. By writing down something and then channeling her Aura into it, she can create a 'Shade' a copy of whatever it was that she wrote down. The more Aura she puts into it, the more solid and tangible it will be. This can also be used for effects, if she attaches the paper to the object she wants affected, and like above the more energy she puts in, the more drastic the effect is.

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Cyra Zylvan - Beacon Courtyard - Tuesday Morning

Morning found Cyra awake, changed and outside before the sun was even up. She knew what today was: initiation. Today, she would learn who her teammates would be, the people she would be living with and fighting beside for the next four years. That in itself had made her sleep fitful.

The part that worried her the most was that she had no idea how the teams would be made. She hoped that they would be able to choose amongst themselves; that way she would be able to join the other Faunus, which would make life marginally easier. It would still be difficult, but they would at least be understanding about how she felt. She doubted that she was the first Faunus student at Beacon to hide what they were. The worst case scenario was that her future teammates were all human; people who fought together had to be able to trust one another, and she would be lying to them from the start. She didn't know how long she would be able to hide it for.

Kneeling on the dewy grass, the knees and shins of her sweat pants stained a dark purple, Cyra took a deep breath as she absorbed the feeling of the earth. She needed to feel that reassurance, that strength if she was going to make it. Out here, separated from all she knew and was familiar with, it was all she had.

Opening her eyes, she looked down at her suitcase. And these, of course. She had had all her things packed up and moved into the ballroom before Nova had even woken up. Thankfully, no one had come looking for them in the night. In fact, Cyra doubted anyone else had even noticed her missing.

She reached down and undid the clasps on the suitcase, pulling the lid open. Inside, stacked on top of one another in a bed of thick foam, lay Khthon and Lithos. Each a shield almost the same width and height as her own torso, a small triangle protruding from one end. Her first, last, and strongest line of defense against the world. She ran her fingers along the cool metal, smiling softly, and lifted the heavy shields from their place. Along the curved inside of each shield was a thick strap that she slid her arm through, and fitted her hand into the controller glove. As she did so, a holographic display flickered into existence over her palm, the haptic feedback buzzing against her fingertips.

Cyra stood, holding each shield in front of her. A tapped out command, and the bottom and sides extended out, until each shield was wider than her shoulders and reached from her chin to her knees. Another command and the shields retracted. A third, and the small triangle at the top edge extended, then separated into a pair of prongs, a soft whine filling the air. A fourth command, and the whine stopped, the prongs clamping together and recessing. Again, she extended the shields to their full size, this time clapping them together, interlock mechanisms in the sides securely grabbing hold. A final command, and the shields disconnected, retracting into their dormant state. Cyra smiled. She'd have to test the firing mechanisms later, but now, she was confident.

She was Cyra Zylvan. Whatever came her way, she would endure.

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Razor WhiteFang - Beacon Academy Courtyard - Tuesday Morning

Razor turned left then right as the city around him began to burn. The sound of people screaming echoed around him as the flames roared on. All around him were the silhouettes of people lying on the ground motionless. He looked up and saw a mirror standing in front of him. He started to hyperventilate as he stared at his reflection. He looked own at his blood covered hands and looked up to find himself surrounded my mirrors that continued to show the blood that stained his clothes and face. All around him, all he could see was his reflection and all he could hear was the screams of people as they burned in the city around him. Razor clutched his head and fell to his knees and began to scream trying to drown out the screaming around him. He closed his eyes tightly to keep from seeing his reflection in the mirrors that surrounded him.

Razor was suddenly thrown onto the ground and when he opened his eyes he saw himself standing over him with a Grimm mask over the face. He couldn't move and when he looked at his wrists he saw skeleton hands keeping him pined to the ground. Razor looked back at his nightmare self as it removed the mask and saw the sadistic crooked smile it had. His nightmare self suddenly vomited black liquid that poured into Razors mouth. He felt it suffocate him, but no matter how hard he tried. His mouth wouldn't close and the skeleton hands refused to loosen their grip.

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Razor sat up in a panic as cold sweat rolled down his face. He looked around and found himself under a tree near the courtyard. He fell back down onto the grass and sighed, "That's right, I left the ballroom." After Razor told off Morgan, which he still felt bad about. He left the ballroom and headed outside to sleep. He didn't want to be around so many people if his Semblance activated so he found a place outside and fell asleep. Back at the village when it was a clear night, the top of the huts could be removed so they could sleep under the moon. Razor liked clear nights because he loved looking at the moon before he fell asleep. Is soothed him, but it seems the moon couldn't take away the nightmares.

"Two weeks, it's been two weeks since the nightmares started. If I can't find someone who can help me with this, I'll never be rid of the nightmare. What then? If I can't control it will it take over me? Will I be nothing more than a Grimm?" Razor questioned. He lay there stating at the clouds above. He could still see the moon in the sky even though the sun had risen and staring at the moon calmed his nerves.

"While under the light of the moon, a wolf fears nothing. They can accomplish any feat while guided by the moon, but what if you're not a wolf? What then father?" Razor said. His father always told him that. He always preached that the Moon Bloods greatest power came from the moon. However, what kind of power could he get from it if he wasn't a wolf?

Razor lifted his hand up like he was trying to grab one of the clouds from the sky. Even though he was out of the nightmare, he still saw the blood that stained his hand. He closed his eyes and let his hand fall back onto his chest. "Today is initiation isn't it? I just hope it doesn't go the same way the initiation to be part of the hunting pack went." Just have to avoid people during the challenge. If I can complete it without running into other people. I won't have to worry Razor thought. He stood up and checked his two Wolf Bite Yoyo's that were still in the pouch on his side.

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Liam Yugure - Beacon ballroom - tuesday morning

Liam tossed and turned in his sleep, the reoccurring nightmare of his first time encountering Grimm, played back in his mind over and over again. It starts with him walking the forests alone. Grimm appear out of nowhere, Liam grabs the chaingun of his back, carnage everywhere, it seems like the Grimm don't stop coming. eventually Liam is almost overun, he runs cutting his way through the Grimm, one by one the grimm fall. Eventually they stop, Liam smiles at his work and starts walking again, thats when an Ursa appears from the treeline catching Liam offgaurd, the Ursa swipes and catches his chest creating the three large scars across his chest, blood poured, left lying in the snow, until someone fully cloaked came along and took him away from the scene. He stirs in his sleep he can feel his scars burn, he can't wake up. His mind is telling him to move but he can't, the nightmare holds him.
Someone please, wake me from this... his mind was awake but nothing he did worked. His chest burned, the dream again replayed itself.

[Assistant]
Dawn Agresta - Beacon Courtyard - Tuesday Morning

It had been an early morning for Dawn, she would admit. Perhaps it had simply been the gathering of all the people there, or her nerves had finally gotten to her, but she had found it somewhat difficult to sleep, and as a result she had gotten less than she would have liked to. It had led to an early awakening, though she had noticed that she was not the only one to get up at an early hour, compared to the rest of the class. But she supposed that it was to be expected, given such a diverse group.

Picking up her things, she made her way outside, past somebody lounging around by the door, and into one of the exterior courtyards. Her bag was laid on the ground before she removed Swift Iron from their holsters, revealing the dual machine pistol tonfa to the outside world. She flipped them about, examining them and making sure that they were in excellent condition, like when she had left for Beacon.

Fortunately, they were. These were her weapons, which her brother had helped her to make, and she treasured them for that. They were good for defensive fighting, melee combat, and they provided her with ranged capabilities as well. Plus, they were simple, compared at least to the absurd combo weapons that people could pull out and that she had seen. There was something comforting about it, since it meant that less could go wrong.

Notepad left lying on her bag, she held a tonfa in each hand as she stepped to the middle of the green grass, settling into a combat stance. After a deep breath she began, getting in some exercise to warm up before the Initiation began. She went through a routine of blocks, kicks, stabs, and flipping her tonfa so they could be used as guns, all while working up a sweat in the meanwhile. Whatever happened, she would be ready for it.


[System]
Age: 23

Appearance:

Profession: Impalement Artist

Bio: Kathryn, or Kate as her friends call her, was an orphan from the night she was born. She was left on the front walk of an orphanage and nearly froze to death that night until a caretaker heard her weak cries and brought her in. She was raised there, becoming close friends with another young girl who had been taken in. At the age of 7, she and her friend ran away from the orphanage and found themselves as part of a traveling circus. That is where Kathryn was really raised, taking an interest early on in the art of impalement, specifically throwing knives. Eventually, she proved her worth and earned her own act in the show, though she had plenty of scars to show her journey.

Name: Elijah Petrova

Age: 27

Appearance:

Profession: Animal Caretaker/Impalement arts assistant

Bio: Eli grew up in the circus, his father being one of the main proprietors of the many animals the circus required for its shows. He knows many trades within the show, after all he basically lives and breathes the ring. After his father's passing, Elijah decided to remain with the circus and continue his legacy with the various animals. He also helps Kathryn with her knife throwing act, since they had met when they were both young, they learned the trade together. She convinced him eventually to let her thrown sharp pointy objects at him, and he eventually grew to trust her with his life.

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Claire stiffened when Kate grabbed her arm. She would have thought Kate would be smart enough to not touch her when she was behaving like this, but maybe the pervert just wanted a chance to grope her again. She did remove her hand again, and Claire felt disgusted with herself for thinking such a thought about her best friend. She had said she would be fine with it if Kate wanted to touch her when they were in the dream. Funny how reality was able to mess with her mind and confuse her feelings even more than a nightmare.

Claire listened to what Kate and Elijah had to say, with her head turned, not looking directly at them. She didn't know if what Kate suggested she do what was she wanted to do. How could she not understand that she might need time to process everything that had happened? Maybe Claire needed to tell her to back off and give her a chance to think, because at least then she would be left alone long enough to consider the odd prospect of them being more than friends.

"I never said that's what I wanted, Kate. Maybe you need to stop talking long enough for the rest of us to think!" She muttered. "That's what I want to do, so leave me alone to do so."

She wanted to walk off and leave them standing there, but then they had some good points. Someone had just been murdered brutally, and that wasn't the only unexplainable event that had taken place lately. Claire could claim they were illusions all she wanted, but it clearly would not stop them from hurting her or possibly ending her life.

"Fine then. I suppose sticking together is best for now if you're afraid of being alone." Claire finally said and sighed. They needed her with them more than she needed them with her when she had her big cats. "I wouldn't be alone either way though. I've got my family of kittens to protect me. Maybe they'd protect you too if you behave."

Claire straightened her clothes, and then she headed towards the part of the circus where the animals where kept. There should be nothing to fear. She wanted to think it so badly that she would likely think it until death was staring her in the face. She could try to escape with her cats, but this was her home.

"What do you suggest we do then?" She asked, going back to the conversation they had had about how they should get to the bottom of things.

[Assistant]
Kate sighed and stepped away from Claire, shaking her head to herself. As much as Kate didn't want Claire to go off alone and be a potential target to whatever forces were at work here, she couldn't ignore the cold tone and distaste that Claire was directing at her. It was clear she didn't want to be anywhere near her at the moment, but they were under some unfortunate circumstances.

Claire was right though, she probably would be perfectly safe surrounded by her big cats. If not for their fierceness, the sight of them alone would be enough to stave off any potential attacker who was not familiar with them. Kate supposed that if she wanted to be left alone then she would give her space once they made it to the animal keeps.

"Fine. If you want to be left alone with the cats then so be it." Kate mumbled before walking in the direction of the cages. She cared about Claire's well being, but she wasn't going to stick around if she was going to be treated coldly by her most valued friend. Kate supposed that once Claire was safely with her creatures, Kate would leave her alone as she wished.

The effects of the dream seemed to have no negative effect on any of the trio's awakened life except Kate's. Elijah and Claire had been freed from a fear, while Kate's was slowly developing before her eyes. It scared her, but she decided to not worry until Claire had had time to process what exactly Kate had admitted to her in the dreamland.

Kate didn't feel like talking anymore after Claire's comment, so she left the answering of her question to Eli. He followed behind the girls and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well first we need to figure out what we're dealing with. And I think in order to do that we need to figure out what kind of mumbo-jumbo Elena was rattling off in the big top. But I doubt she'll be willing to just tell us, so you two better grab your spy gear." He chuckled, trying to lighten the damp mood that was surrounding the group, but to no avail.

They walked the rest of the way in silence, arriving at the cages a few minutes later. There was a peculiar feel to the area, but Kate attributed it to her general nervousness. Kate stopped when they got nearer to Solomon's keep and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well here we are, if this is where you feel the safest then Eli and I will leave you to it. Besides, it would serve us well to go gather some of our blades to keep on hand anyways." Kate didn't bother making eye contact with Claire again after the looks of resentment that she had already thrown her way, so she turned to walk towards their training area where the weapons were kept.

"We'll be back later, holler if you need."

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Yes, I do want to be left alone to think. Thank you for finally listening to what I'm saying, Kate. That's so very considerate of you to do after forcing me to snap at you. She tightened her fists as she thought about screaming those words at Kate. Ugh, she was being even more insufferable than she usually was when Claire turned her down.

"That's nice." Claire said.

It was all she could manage without screaming at Kate that maybe finding out someone you'd known since you were children suddenly wanted to fuck you wasn't something a normal person would react any better to than she had. She was so glad when Elijah interrupted the silence and actually answered her question.

"I don't know. I think she may be willing to talk if she's still around." Claire said. "Elena never seemed like an evil person to me, even if she may be hard to deal with at times. Competition is fierce even when you're the biggest and best like we are."

Claire shrugged. They could always try to talk with Elena afterwards too, as long as they didn't get caught trying to find out what the woman had been doing. They were more than her as well. Claire didn't want to start a witch hunt, but they could probably rile up enough people from the circus that wanted answers as well. Elena would be pressed to answer them somehow then.

They reached the cages, and Claire sighed in relief to find the area undisturbed. She'd not been all that afraid that something may have happened to her kittens, but at least there were no nasty surprises waiting for her either.

"Of course this is where I feel safest."

Claire smiled with her whole being. It was her home among home, her sanctuary where she could feel protected and be left alone when others wanted to bother her. It was where her family lived, even though she had never had a large family she had one when she had her cats.

"Cheer up, Kate."

She sighed, but apparently it had to be this way because Kate couldn't give her even one hour to gather her thoughts. It wasn't like she could do anything about the confusion she felt. If Kate wanted to distance herself from Claire because of it, it would be a shame, but it would not be her fault in the end. She hoped this would just be another one of their fights years from now, assuming they had survived the events at the circus by then.

Claire entered the cage of Solomon, after making sure the rest of her big cats were well fed and alright. She sat herself with her back against his stomach where he was lying. She spent a long while trying to gather her thoughts, but she felt mostly annoyed by the way Kate had acted. Finally, she managed to gather her thoughts about the two of them together as more than friends by talking to Solomon. She kept her voice low and whispering.

[Assistant]
Elijah and Kate walked mostly in silence as they weaved their way between wagons and tents towards the weapons range. Kate's mind was heavy as she trudged along, her eyes aimed at her feet while she silently cursed and had arguments with herself. Why was is that she was the one being punished here? She hadn't done anything wrong, other than profess her suppressed feelings for her best friend. Ugh, if she had just suppressed them further maybe they would have disappeared altogether and they wouldn't be in this mess right now.

Of course it was her fault, she couldn't just be 'normal' like all the other people in the world. No, that would be too easy. Instead she had to have the most difficult rendering of reality possible for her. Then again, she didn't deserve the disappointing look that Claire threw at her either. After all, if she hadn't done what she had they would probably still be trapped in that crazy nightmare, forever doomed. She continued to mumble to herself and throw her hands around like a mad person while she walked.

Eli raised an eyebrow at her but let her be while they walked, nodding to passing coworkers while they walked through a commons area and shrugging when they pointed at Kate with a confused expression. They arrived at the place where they kept their weapons and practiced their acts all too often. But something was off. There was some type of gelatinous goop covering the chests that the weapons were kept in, and the wooden targets standing several yards away appeared to be bloodstained. Kate approached cautiously, blinking several times and rubbing her eyes before turning to Elijah.

"You... see this too, right?" She asked.

"Unfortunately, yes..." He approached the chest and opened it up. The contents were liquefied, the slimy substance coating the entire thing and filing it nearly to the brim. Eli grimaced, but kicked the chest over to empty it out. It nearly appeared as if the weapons had been dissolved by whatever the stuff was. It spilled out in a giant plop, coating the ground.

"We should get out of here before whatever did this comes back... I've got more blades at my wagon, we can stop by there before heading back to Claire." Kate said as she had to keep herself from gagging at the sight of the gelatin goo that spread from the crate. Elijah nodded and wiped his hands with a kerchief from his pocket, tossing it to the ground after his hands were cleaned.

They made it to her wagon and both entered, cautiously at first after what had been witnessed earlier near the wagons. Once Kate saw it was safe, she closed the door behind them and opened her closet. She retrieved her own throwing blades and holster before handing a larger knife to Eli, which he placed at his side.

"You know, Katie, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself." Eli said after a few moments of silence. To which, she raised her eyebrow in speculation. "With Claire, I mean. Give her some time, you just dropped something big on her. 'Bout damn time you did too."

"Wait, you knew?" Her mouth fell slightly agape.

Eli chuckled and nodded, "Well, it wasn't that hard to figure it out. Not after the multitude of times you ignored my attempts at flirting that is." He smiled softly, "I wondered why you blew me off, but then I started to pay attention to the way you looked at her, every time she was around."

Kate's face turned red and she let her jaw drop. It had never occurred to her that Eli had tried to make advances on her, though now that he mentioned it... she swallowed the lump in her throat and had to sit down. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged, "What was there to tell? I love you Katie, but I've moved past those feelings for you. You love her, you just need to let her realize that."

Kate was still a bit embarrassed, but she was able to gather her thoughts and talk to Elijah about it. Strange as it may be, it made her feel better about the situation. She realized she needed to back off and give herself and Claire a break. They finished their chat after a while and decided it was time to head back to the big cat enclosures to make sure nothing strange happened there like back at the practice range.


[System]
Age: if asked what her age in Hell is, she only states that time runs differently there and she is the equivalent of 15 human years.
How they look:
History: She is a demon born and raised in Hell, but after failing numerous times on tasks set for her by her higher ups, she was thrown from Hell as a failure and told to not come back unless she completed a new task they set for her. She refuses to speak of what this task is to anyone, and often says she dose not believe she will ever return home. Despite being a demon, she is probably the sweetest creature on earth. She is very trusting and friendly, and always lends a helping hand when needed. It is not hard to guess why she was kicked out of hell if one only took a moment to get to know the young demon. She has heard rumors of the 'demon lord' and 'hero' and has decidedly chosen to side with the 'hero' if ever the need arises. She quite likes the creatures of earth, and would hate to see them eviscerated by some uppity demon.
Dream: Despite seeming relatively happy to be out of hell, she does miss her younger brother and hopes one day she may see him again. Her deepest desire is to be able to be what her family wants her to be, but she is just not capable of being evil. She's tried.
Power: Her demon powers include the ability to commune with any creature, and she can kind of float with her tiny wings. Since she did not graduate to adult demon in hell, her wings have yet to grow to full length, and she can only cover short distances or hover above the ground. She can also cast spells, but she isn't very educated in that aspect yet. Hence her going to Magic School!

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--- Deuce Heart ---

The entrance ceremony was a pain and Deuce had slept through it. He was woken up by the student next to him. This student told him what they were supposed to do and hurried off, clearly unwilling to wait in line for too long. Deuce got up and headed in the same direction.

Upon approaching the line, Deuce realized it was a mistake to keep his leisurely pace. The lines were way too long. Unwilling to resign, he decided to skip the line. Quick, creative thinking was his specialty and waiting was definitely not. Joining the back of the line he conjured up an illusion, a girl in school uniform with her back just visible from around the wall. Deuce prepared to run for it and set his plan in motion. The girl -his illusion- screamed from the top of her lungs when the door to the male examination room opened, after which she collapsed to the floor. In the moment everyone was turned towards his illusion, Deuce slipped past the line and entered the room.

Deuce approached the crow, complimented it on its suit, and put his hand on the glass.
"Transfer number #092: Deuce Heart. No health issues. Future Occupation: Illusionist."
Sighing, Deuce left the room. "Illusionist, huh? I don't know why I had expected anything else..."

[Assistant]
Heto

Heto followed the line of boys to the room, feeling like he was 5 years old and was being babysat by some people he didn't know. He didn't much appreciate the school system as he was sure he could look after himself, just fine. Seeing as he's done that his whole life without a problem.

Noticing the weird looking bird in the glass Heto waited for his turn to do the same as the others. Putting his hand on the glass he waited for its reply. "Transfer Student #354: Heto, No health concerns found, Future Occupation, Black Market Owner."

Heto raised his eyebrows at the prediction but decided that was indeed his fate and quietly left the room and his fellow students behind. He went to explore the school.

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Aniel had listened intently to the entrance ceremony, and was quite excited to begin school life. The crowd was full of interesting looking characters, and no one was eating each other! Much more to her tastes than Hell ever was. As the crowd began to form the lines, Aniel tried to discreetly examine her new classmates. A few times she had to use her wings to hover a few inches form the groud to see above the person in front of her, and each time was happier to see her progression in the line. Soon, Aniel stood before a strange looking crow.
"Smoking is not a healthy habit," Aniel informed the crow, then placed her hand atop his glass.
"Transfer Student #047. Aniel, Health Concern for Underdeveloped Wing and Physical Attributes." At this Aniel frowned at the crow and discreetly glanced down at her less than desirable chest size. "Future Occupation: Veteran."
"Of what war?" Aniel questioned in aggravation. What sort of prediction was that? The teacher standing with the clipboard dismissed her, and Aniel left with a deep frown.

[Assistant]
After the schools new years intro Cicile followed the others to the hall where the boys and the girls split in different lines. As they walked to wards a nurse looking Cicile saw that they had pasted the main hall way. She wanted to be sure if her suitcase was still there but she saw that nothing was there and that it was empty. As a teacher walked by she asked: Excuse me, where have all the suitcases been moved to? The teacher was a man who seemed to be around 30 years old, he replayed: They have been moved to your rooms already, don't worry they are save. and he walked further down the hall. Cicile was happy to hear that and got back in the line. It was almost her turn to get in the room.

Then her turn, with a smile on her face Cicile enters the room. She had no idea how her future will be like or what her speciality in magic is. Cicile greeted the teacher who was in the room and placed her hand on the boll with the oddly looking crow inside.

"Transfer Student #013: Cicile Dawn. No health concerns found. Magic: Mirroring. Future Occupation: Open, Can't be predicted."
The teacher looked up from her clipboard. Then the crow spoke again. "Remark: You are a half demon."

Cicile was a little confused about what was told. With the information still in her thoughts she left the room.

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Marco Dondadello
Marco watched the students enter the room one-by-one, wondering what sort of prediction they received. Curiously, he didn't really care about what kind of prediction he got - whatever it would be, he didn't intend on letting it dominate his life without his permission. Screw destiny and yadda yadda and all that inspiration crap; that was pretty much his thought on the matter. Well, if the prediction coincided with his desires, then he supposed it was more of an eventuality than a prediction.

Soon enough, it was his turn. He had to duck his head a bit to avoid hitting the top of the door. Once inside, he paused and stared hungrily at the Crow staring back at him from inside a crystal ball. Par the course, his first words to it were, "Can I eat you?" followed by the teacher next to it taking a step back and the crow attempting to do the same. Chuckling, he stretched out his hand, and the Crow flinched, before realizing Marco was just proceeding as normal. Sighing in relief, the glass ball began glowing.

"Transfer Number #55: Marco Dondadello. No health issues but fucking keep him away from me!" the Crow squeaked a little by the end, dropping its cigar. Clearing it's throat, it continued somewhat shakily. "Future Occupation: World Devourer. You disgust me." It added at the end, with additional snark.

"Hey, what was that last bit for?!"

"I just wanted to say it!"

"What the hell bird?!"

"Shut up! NEXT!"

Promptly stepping out of the room to make way for the next student, Marco grumbled. What the hell; he knew that his magic wasn't really the most well-received of magics, but come on! It's the first day of school, cut him some slack!

[Assistant]
Megan Starling

Megan had a look of boredom as she stared blankly during the orientation. Once it was finished, she stood up and yawned wide. She then walked to the nearly back of the line, looking around.

Soon enough it was her turn, raising an eyebrow she placed a hand on the glass. She was surprised when the crow started to glow brightly. "Transfer Number #569: Megan Starling." The crow began, confusing her even further, "No health issues. Future occupation..." then the crow squawked seemingly excitedly, making Megan jump, "Hero! #569, Megan Starling will be the hero!" she frowned in confusion, then quickly turned and swiftly walking out of the room, this was all too much. She honestly couldn't think of...well..what to think. Her, the hero? Impossible. She's a grumpy pyromancer that torches anything that her annoys her, or at least singe. She can't, no, she shan't believe it. Singe marks start to appear on the ground where she walked as she got angrier and more frustrated with that prediction, if she wasn't calmed down soon then the whole school may set on fire. Megan passed several students on her way to the hall, she was hoping to just grab her bag and just leave, needless to say the bags were gone.

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Cody 'Storm' Rennie

Cody exited the room and now made his way towards the dorms as per the instructions of the teacher he now encountered. Whatever. With his hands in his pockets he now made his way there when he was stopped by a dark haired girl who seemed to be a member of the council judging by the color of the ribbon on her school uniform, which was a dark blue.
"Cody Rennie I presume? Please come with me." The girl told him with a loud yawn before gesturing for him to follow her without any context whatsoever. Shrugging his shoulders now he figured it might have something to do with that damned bird and followed his senior student.

Jacklyn Sparrow

a huge mess
"Oi! You!" A stern voice now called out to Megan and next thing the 'hero' would know, an older girl was standing beside her. She was wearing the third year uniform, as signified by the dark green badge on her right breast.
However she also had a bright red armband around her right arm with a large, bolded black P on one side. On the other side was two similarly formatted letters, but they were a DC rather than just a P.
"You're a first year right? You should be heading to your dorm to unpack, not wandering around and leaving trails of fire about." The older girl crossed her arms across her chest as she spoke in a disapproving tone, her eyes reflecting the tone of voice she used.
"I think it goes without saying that burning down the school on the first day is a bad idea. Keep your powers in check."

Jason Sparrow

"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing first year?" An older boy asked as he now cut off Heto's path. Judging by the yellow badge on his shirt, he was a second year. He was also wearing a red armband on his left arm with black embolden DC on it.
"You need to go to your dorm and unpack first. Then wait for the announcement for dinner, didn't you listen to the orientation?" The older boy asked with a sigh. It seemed he was somewhat used to this, after all this was the fifth student today he has had to talk to. It was almost like some lazy Co-GM prick had skipped actually doing an orientation!

@Ryougu@Noodles@Vampy
On the other side of the room the students were now being met by two members of the disciplinary committee. A silver haired was greeting the girls and organising them so that they would be heading towards the female dorms in an orderly fashion. She wore the same uniform as them, except for the yellow badge and red armband.
Meanwhile a stern looking older boy was marshalling the boys side to their dorms. He watched each of them like a hawk, he too having a yellow badge and red armband.

[Assistant] Megan glared at the older student beside her, her anger was now reaching the peak that small flames began dancing on her shoulders. "I ain't going anywhere but home." she spoke in a surprisingly cold tone, glaring the other dead blank in the eyes with her hazel-green eyes. She was definitely not in the mood to deal with someone. "Who are you anyways." she grumbled, trying to keep her flames in check.

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Heto
He saw someone step in front of him without so much as a 'by your leave.' Basically acting like a 'rude brick wall.' Heto impatiently listen to the older boy prattle on about what he was supposed to be doing and asking what heto was doing.

Heto saw some interesting stuff on the older boys arm but that was all heto really paid intention to.

Why would I explain myself to you? Heto thought bitterly as he turned his back on the older boy and went the direction he had come without looking back. so much for school authority, they can't command me.

Heto smiled.

[Assistant] Aniel nodded politely at the older student and headed in the direction she was told to go. She didn't mind the instruction, as she really was not certain where she was supposed to be going. She did know all of her things should have been placed in whichever room was to be hers for the remainder of the year. It was very nice of the school to do this for them, Aniel thought to herself. Almost absentmindedly she was using her small orange wings to hover a few inches above the ground and glide down the hallway, often times she did this without even realizing she was using them. The young white haired demon mentally crossed her fingers, hoping that this would be a good year for her.


[System]
Alias:
Kid Omega
Age:
17
Power:
* Telepathy -Quentin his capable of using deep and subtle influence, as well as displaying various psionic abilities with the minds of others including reading and communicating with thoughts over vast distances. However, these abilities have been reduced through the actions of Trask Industries who kidnapped Quentin and used him as a test subject for their mutant cure. Due to this, Quentin struggles to read multiple minds at once, as well as reducing the range of his abilities. He most relies on channeling his mental energy as a astral energy shotgun construct which manifests the focused totality of his telepathic powers, which deals direct mental damage leading to intense pain as well as sometimes unconsciousness/
* Psychic Intelligence - He is able to organize and construct his thoughts at accelerated rates, process data at high speeds, construct and formulate his thoughts with vast quantity and quality, project ideas and impressions into the minds of others and naturally shield himself from psychic assaults.

Skills:
While not strictly a skill, Quentin is able to piss anyone off with little effort. However this could be arguably a weakness rather than a skill.

With a mass of dyed pink hair of course!

Brief Bio:
Quentin's outing as a mutant wasn't all that dramatic in a sense, although his parents defiantly weren't too happy. It began with a series of violent migraines, with him at one point breaking down in class due to all the voices speaking in his head. It was only during a visit from Professor Charles Xavier did he learn that those voices were in fact the thoughts of everyone around him. The Professor informed the boy and his "parents" that he was a mutant and invited him to attend his school in Westchester. He was practically kicked out the house due to him actually being a mutant so therefore had no other choice. In truth, Quentin didn't think that they were had viewed him as that much of an abomination if he hadn't already come out as bisexual months before, to their outrage.

While his time at Xavier's school wasn't terrible, Quentin struggled to make any decent friends, falling in with the likes of Mortimer Toynbee and Glob Herman. Due to these friendships, he began to get picked on by the other students, leading him to have more of an angry and snarky nature. This escalated on his 15th birthday where he received a phone call from his "Parents" who informed him that he was adopted. This through Quentin over the edge, with him developing a drug problem as well as making him more violent. Due to this, he constantly questioned Xavier's views on mutant and human relations, with him even going so far as to venture into town with his two friends to violently beat a gang of human who had insulted/bullied him previously whenever he had ventured off campus. Xavier knew instantly when they returned, prompting an argument between the two, with Quentin knocking Xavier unconscious and declaring a riot at the school.

The riot was quickly subdued but not before the death of a fellow student. Due to his actions, Quentin was taken into SHIELD custody where he spent months locked away in the Raft. After the death of Charles Xavier however at the hands of the Phoenix Force, the school was reopened under the leadership of Wolverine. As instructed by Xavier's Will, he persuaded Captain America to free Quire from captivity and let him join the student body of the new Jean Grey School led by him as a way to reform Quentin.

Quentin obviously wasn't welcomed back to the school, although he soon founds friends with fellow outcast Evan Sabahnur, who he eventually formed a relationship with.

All was well until Quentin was kidnapped by the forces of Trask Industries along with several other mutants. They were testing some kind of mutant cure on the teenagers, which seemed to work. However this wasn't for long, as within a few hours, Quentin found that he had full control of his abilities again. Barely managing to control the scientists around him, he broke free. Upon his return to school, he became surlier than ever due to the loss of his abilities and kept to himself, continuously practising whenever he found time. His anger got the best of him once more and he worsened emotionally.

That was when Mastermind managed to infiltrate the X-men, vowing revenge after between defeated years ago. He managed to break into Cerebra and use his abilities to invert the morality of the X-men, hoping to turn them against each other. This inversion ended up affecting Quentin however, although in this case, he seemingly became "good". He managed to take down Mastermind after avoiding a free-for-all skirmish between the X-men and used his abilities to change them back. However he neglected to change himself back, stating that he had finally become the Quentin Quire that the world needed.

Quire eventually graduated, becoming a full-fledged X-Man. Deciding to take some time away from the Institute he took to New York, where a call from Valeria Richards caught his attention.

Additional info:
I tried to give Quentin a reason to actual join a team such as the Young Avengers and and thought that the events of AXIS would probably have been it. He'll still keep his surly nature though, although he'll stay as rude and annoying as before. I also edited the AXIS event so that it was an X-men only event, as I didn't think you would have wanted that plot line to have affected nearly every hero and villain!

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As Franklin mindlessly mashed away on the fighting game, leaned back in the couch and feet kicked up on the coffee table. Just wearing a t shirt and jeans that he hadn't had long. After all, in the week he was gone he had gone from pre-teen to late teen. Needed a new warerobe fairly quickly which was a weird shock into what reality was like now. Valeria sat nestled into a large chair on the far side of the room, a book laid open in her lap. Her eyes scanned the pages swiftly as her face maintained a look of intense concentration, appearing to be completely absorbed by what she was reading. No one could have known it was an act. A very well rehearsed one at that. Well, perhaps Franklin. But he was in on this too. The journey they had started months ago (or a week ago, depending on which dimension you were in) had lead them to this. The strangest thing about it was after all they had been through, they were still being treated like little kids, which was what made this whole ruse necessary. It was the ruse that their mom and dad were suppose to see as they came into the room, dressed in a nice suit and dress and heading out for a charity event dinner. "Alright you two, we're leaving and be back in a bit." Their mom Susan Storm told the two of them as they both finally glanced over. "You two be safe now, and remember if you see any alternate reality portals..."

"Don't go in..."
"Don't go in..."

"Exactly." Their father chimed in with a jokey, cheerful tone. The two finally left and the Baxter Building penthouse was all empty besides Franklin and Valeria. The both of them continuing the act until finally a moment later Franklin suddenly turned off the system with a stretched out arm and finger. "Alright sounds like we're good to go. You got the first floor security cameras ready to pick them up when they come back right?" Franklin asked hopping over the back of the couch to go change.

Valeria closed the book and looked up at her brother. "Really, Franklin? Asking me if I'm prepared?" She scoffed derisively, her comment mainly intended to poke fun at Franklin. Rising from her seat, she removed a device similar to a remote control from her pants pocket at pointed it at the television set where Franklin had been playing his game. A feed showing their parents leaving the front doors of the Baxter Building's first floor came on the screen. "We'll know as soon as they step foot back in the building."

"Awesome." Franklin called back from down the hall in his room. Throwing on and getting a feel for the unstable molecule suit he had gotten a few days before. His dad made it, different in design from his parents' Fantastic Four suits but similar. It was comfortable for the most part, though Franklin did admit both the suit and the special underwear he had to wear with it didn't leave him much room in 'certain areas'. Still he enjoyed it and after a quick wipe of the front of it he came back to check up on Valeria and even though he knew he didn't have to really ask her about these things... he is the older brother. "Alright so this Quentin guy should be here in a bit, and Spider-Man should be about the same time." Franklin's voice got giddy a little at the sheer mention of Spider-Man. Someone who he idolized as a young kid, even if his body wasn't quite young anymore.

Valeria rolled her eyes at hearing her older brother gush over Spider-Man. It was no secret he looked up to the slightly older (now even less so) hero, but the fact he could not contain his enthusiasm irked her somewhat. "Yes. And Franklin, promise me you won't ask for his autograph first thing, alright?" She made to leave the penthouse they called home, turning back at the door to look at Franklin over her shoulder before she stepped out. "I'll go wait for Quire downstairs and then we'll meet up on the roof once everyone's here." Franklin shrugged looking unamused by Valeria's coy comment. He already got Spider-Man's autograph... duh. Still though it was going to be cool to not only meet Spider-Man again, but now he might actually get to actually do superhero stuff with Spider-Man for a change. What more could a kind of kid, kind of teenager ask for?

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"Here's your chicken shawarma..."

"Thank you."

The middle aged Indian man gave the teenager a sideways look, but by this point repetition has made the image of a young man wearing the caped superhero like costume not quite so silly anymore. Still though Billy Kaplan paid the man no mind as he quietly glanced through the comic book in front of him. It was a DC release, Flash at the moment but he had a messenger bag which him that had some more new stuff in it. Had to hit up the comic book store that morning for the new releases. Sipping from his large plastic cup of iced Mountain Dew Billy Kaplan glanced up at a nearby clock. He knew the others realized tonight the meet up was at the Indian restaurant. Each night they would meet up like this was at a different place. Not real reasoning behind it. Keep the people who knew them from picking up on their late night activities? Either way Billy took a bite of his food before getting back to the comic book. Slowly getting excited for another night of action alongside the Young Avengers!

[Assistant]
"You've got a spider on your back." Jumping back from the inevitable punch, Spider-sense not required, he caught himself on the wall looking down on his adversary. "You know I'm late for something. So why don't you just pass out on the floor already?" He swung himself down, kicking his two feet into the chest of his advesary following up with precise web shots to both the wrists and the ankles tying him down. "Done deal, got a pen? I usually like to leave a little note." That's when he heard the sirens. "Tell you what, maybe next time." Jumping up he then pulled himself along on the web. Training had done him well, there had been so many occasions where a fight with someone like that would have been tough. Feeling a little nostalgic perhaps?. Though stuff happened, times changed. I mean look at Franklin and Valeria! They were in their teens now, he had met them a couple of times as Spider-man and Peter Parker and the concept of them having grown up in a couple of months was crazy.

Though he had that whole experience with the Green-Goblin hopping through other realities chasing down alternate Spider-men so he supposed he could understand how they each reality was quite out of wack, from their perspective. Swinging into a low loop to fling himself to the top of the Baxter building he landed in a squat. Oh the Baxter building, it was always so much fun coming here. Though he had more of a soft spot for Stark Tech he often got to contribute a bit more here. He turned to the door when it opened and Franklin walked out, flipping down onto the main roof he stood up. "Whoa, what're your parents feeding you? Miracle Grow?"


[System]
Titles: Officially none. Inofficially however he has earned himself the nickname of 'The Phantom'
Race: Human
Age: 35
Physical Appearance: One can easily see that he's unusually pale for a human being and his eyes look somewhat strange. Yet there are no fangs and no fur is sprouting during a full moon. What appears to be quite altered or randomly mutated in his bloodline however are the portions of the genome controlling growth: At more than eight feet while still maintaining a very well visible heap of muscular bulk, he's rather unmistakable.
The clothing/armor shown in the picture should not be taken as a precise reference to how he dresses. Given his job, Hatuum can appear in many different things. Usually it's the one that fits the situation he wants to confront himself with best.

Biography: Hatuum's short history can be tracked back to a small region in the Alps, roughly at the point where the provinces of Westmark, Tyrstria and Veiern meet each other. It has not yet been possible to pinpoint his true origin, but this is the area where the first sighting of him has been confirmed. Given the medieval stage of development, not everybody carries around a passport and a bunch of legal documents which are forgery-proof - and he has proven to be quite elusive and able to go around guard posts.

This is no accident. His profession is not exactly what an 'ordinary' man would do: Hatuum's an assassin. While he behaves like a submarine for most of time, there are secret ways to make him surface. Ways spread only by rumor and reserved for the rich and powerful. He's far beyond working for everyone. It makes it even harder to acquire his helping hand. He knows that the count, duchess or other person of noble rank calling for him today could very well be the one whose court he has spread terror in sometime before. Who knows on which list of suspects someone has put him on ?

It is also the reason why his region of interest spreads across the entirity of Nocturne. The less frequent one returns to the same region, the better. Basically he's always on the search for the most promising contract. Hatuum's time on earth is comparatively limited - he has the intention to make as much glory out of it as possible. He doesn't control any kind of army, but on the smaller scale of a locked room he can be considered a one man variant of it.

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As soon as he saw her mood, Alenios rose from his seat, his two Blood Guards moving close to him as if they were his shadows. As soon as he got up, he could hear the people around him start to whisper names. Most of the people there whispered his favorite name, the Bloody Count or names like that, however, a few higher ranked dukes outright whispered the name... lapdog... something which he was not a very big fan of.

However, he could not start arguing with other dukes here in the courts of Valeria, it make him and Amelia look bad. After a few moments of walking where the entire court had his eyes on him, he reached next to Amelia and stood up next to her. He could feel everyone's eyes watching, some were confused looks, some were looks of respect, however, most were looks of jealousy, everyone there probably thinking at why he was deserving to be so close to her when he was such a low rank.

"What is it you wish me to do, my lady?" he asked with a courteous smile before his eyes fell upon the pages detailing the info of the tribes uniting. Part of him felt distress at this as he would have to face a powerful enemy if Amelia sent him to deal with the tribes, but another part of him felt excitement surging through him. So many enemies to kill... so many enemies to capture, a victory would increase his prestige greatly and maybe silence some of the people who judged him.

Either way, he only smiled and awaited her commands, he would obey whatever she would command, even if it meant facing death.

[Assistant]
Amiartys rode from dawn, the sun following behind him as he and his Northern Swordsmen arrived to the Elder City of Valeria from the east. Thirty years since the siege of Prague did Amiartys last gaze upon the most opulent and populated city in the world, a time in which he fought alongside many of those who were willing and brave enough to put forth their own lives for a cause that was said to be certain to fail. Though the same could be said against their adversaries during that instant. A grave reminder, as many memories were of battle, written into a person's head as fate is so often written in stone.

It was an old, almost desolate memory, one like many others he wished to forget had he not remembered the valor of many soldiers who fought during that battle. Though valor and honor were common themes to write about in the many grand tales, poems, and songs of an artist, hardly any names of the many souls who fight and died are seldom mentioned and quite often are those names lost in the sands of time. War is hell, they say, for those willing to risk gain either pretentious fame, or serve as lost and once living voices in the eternal sea of echoes were still nonetheless destined to bare witness the horrors of battle. The Siege of Prague being the most recent and bloody battle that Amiartys was ever a veteran of and many considered Amiartys to be an great and forgotten hero, as he led many company men and men-at-arms when they could not find any shred of motivation to fight in this battle though he was not the only leader of this battle nor the most important. Nonetheless, he did lead, and quite possibly contributed heavily to the victory of this battle.

Amiartys, however, could care less about the historians who chose to not write about him. For only in living so many years and the experience to fill in those many days did he learn and accept modesty as an important developing behavior in contrast to his younger self. So many defeats, and victories, so many distant memories that made him again realize why some vampires and those born 'unnaturally' (as he liked to put it) who are destined to live extended lives sometimes envied humans. Time on this earth for humans and mortals are far more valuable than all the coins or all the valuables in the world, and like currency, it must spend it wisely and meaningfully, something a vampire could easily forget later in the course of his or her unnaturally extended life.

It was rational therefore that the majority of Amiartys's company members would rather prefer to spend their own time outside the affairs of a typical city council gathering and spend time in the city itself, either visiting family or to find recreation as they typically did when reaching a rather large city. Valeria was certainly no exception. After arriving, Amiartys had almost forgotten how formal and intricate political discussions were, not to mention in a major city like Valeria. Perhaps attending the meeting would teach him something of value in his old age of 120 years, though he did not appear an age over 30 he was quite knowledgeable about the world.

The council room itself was fairly crowded, though was large enough to house a host of many others who would wish to take part in political discussion. Many of the faces of the nobles who stood among the higher pedestals were recognizable as they were clients of his who had hired Amiartys for several tasks need to be occupied by a mercenary. A mercenary they knew they could depend on and were never disappointed. He looked around the room with his radiant brown eyes until he saw Amelia the Elder who he had not seen in thirty years since the seige and many others including Alenios the Bloody Count, Anriette Argentine, and Arielle Dyrell who seemed to be bored out of her mind and almost fast asleep listening to typical political discussion. There was also a strange-looking, pale human who looked like a veteran of trained combat who Amiartys thought was another mercenary looking for a job. He wore tribal-like armor which Amiartys found to be rather impractical, though it was his height that drew his attention. He was the tallest man he had ever seen! The man certainly could have not been human for he was eight feet tall and had skin even more pale than his own.

All of Amiartys's five vampire guards remained by his side during the course of the council meeting with the exception of Daramous who needed to attend to a blacksmith in order to purchase ingot for preparations for their next potential job offer. In his place, was a human boy, a fresh recruit to the Northern Swordsmen Company who decided to spend his time in the council hall and remained at Amiartys's side. He was 12, almost 13 in a month and given to Amiartys under certain conditions in which he would not otherwise accept with such meager experience. Although the boy proved that he was an exceptional fighter, he was still just a boy with all the youth and passion life had so temporarily gave him and the rest of his race.

"Have you eva' been ne'er or even seen an Elder before?", he asked almost excitingly, referring to Amelia. Amiartys could almost see the glow in his eyes through his peripheral vision.

"Yes, a few years ago." He exchanged quietly, almost uninterested in what the boy had to say while still keeping an open ear.

"And how long ag'o was tha'?", the boy asked, knowing that a few years for a vampire could easily mean more than fifty to a mortal man well past his prime.

"Thirty. Since the siege of Prague. Didn't I already tell you?"

"I wasn' ther', rememba'? I was ou' into town fetchin' the rations that we so gladly paid those farmers for. Thos' muffins were quite tasty. Ye rememba' don't y-"

"I believe that was Aeros that I intended for that task. Did he make you take his place instead?" He calmly and quietly groaned to himself, already knowing the answer.

"Yes. He tol' me you wanted me to do it." Amiartys almost wanted to sigh. That lazy buffoon he thought to himself. Although the boy was three-months fresh, he was not the only new recruit. Aeros himself had not even been two months introduced to the group when the boy himself was taken in, though he was far more experienced in conflict than most his age. Aeros was also young, being 23 in the height of his own prime. An excellent swordsmen, but an even better bowman who Amiartys could rely on, though not when it came to keeping him in his place as he slowly began to realize within the past month.

"If I wanted summon you for a task, I would've sent you myself. Understand" The boy then nodded. "You should not always do what others tell you to do." He said carefully.

"Oh. So, doe' tha' mean I shouldn't listen to ye" He asked, almost sounding like a tease.

"Yes boy, only if you wish to go back to Milaria with your five older brothers." Amiartys smiled playfully with the boy though couldn't quite tell whether or not he was serious. The boy in return gave a shy grin before looking down submissively. Amiartys wanted to just assume the boy was either stupid or foolish, though he wasn't, in fact not even in the slightest - even if he did look and sounded that way. Naïve was the more appropriate term for a young human boy. The boy was of house Dresos, a noble family who had earned their revenue from farming wheat and corn to the west. Amiartys almost forgotten what it was like being young, truly young. The boy was raised by the Dresos who owned a subtle, modest community which Amiartys believed to breed some of the most competent human farmers and peasant in the land, and they were very well-to-do, even as peasants. Commodry was his name, a boy given to him only because Amiartys gave his word to take him under his wing. A skinny and ragged boy with crooked teeth, brown hair to complement his dusty appearance, and an unorganized complexion. From the beginning of this journey, Amiartys just knew he needed to work on this child and make him into a man as he so promised his family.

In the meantime, there were manners in the council hall that needed to be attended and the conversations transitioned from unimportant, manners to more important and disconcerting ones as the meeting progressed. He could tell just by the looks of Amelia, who always tended to have a poker face. Rumors were beginning to form that Germans just north of the border were patrolling the parameters of Nocturne more frequently and seem to be collaborating with one another. Men of different tribes are often now seen together, sometimes exchanging important conversation in an alarmingly discreet manner, and have been seizing their raids. Dealing with raiders was not uncommon for Amiartys as he dealt with them so many times. So much in fact, he is infamous for slaying many great Germanic warriors though that was long ago even before the battle of Prague. If these rumors were in fact true, he would perhaps be of service as many other mercenaries could be during these potentially troubled times.


[System]
Age: 28

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 110lbs

Occupation: Tailor/Piano Instructor

Personality: Sarcastic, Kind, Stubborn, Workaholic and Friendly

Bio: Alice had moved out at the age of eighteen to go to college but, dropped out and manages to make a comfortable living working as a high end seamstress and a rather decent piano instructor. After the death of her mother Alice moved into the small family home to take over the care of her younger siblings. While she loves them dearly she's concerned that they'll be too much to handle. Often refers to episodes of SuperNanny for tips.

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Alice sighed and adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she thought about the busy morning she was about to have. She'd been living with Fritz and Sapphire for almost a month now, sleeping on the couch, living out of a backpack but, before she could start packing up their mother Elizabeth's things and have her own belongings moved in she had to take her siblings to school. More importantly she had to fill out all the paperwork that would log her into the school's system as their legal guardian and emergency contact and to collect any make up work they might have.

This being their first day back since their mother's death Alice was worried they'd have a hard time adjusted. She was a little unsettled at how silent they were. But, she supposed she was quiet too. She never had the chance to get close to her younger siblings due to her rocky relationship with Elizabeth. She'd left home when Fritz had been only five and hardly saw him after, really only on Holidays, Birthdays or occasionally to babysit. But, the last time she saw either of the kids was when Sapphire had been born.

From what she understood their mother had changed for the better not long after Alice left for college and truly became a mother her children deserved. It'd only come too late for Alice. Being a teen mom wasn't easy Alice was sure but, she could've at least been decent. The woman she knew and the woman Fritz and Sapphire knew were two very different people.

As she pulled up to the main campus of the school she looked into the rearview mirror to gauge Sapphire's level of comfort and then over to Fritz. They both belonged to the large local private school that took kids from Elementary all the way to High School, it even had dormitories for the older kids and looked... really nice. "Fritz... I-" She started but then found she didn't know the words she wanted to express to him, stammering for a minute she finally put the car in park and pulled the key saying, "Don't forget your lunch. You have my number if you need me, I'll be working from home once I'm finished up here."

Getting out of the car Alice realized she didn't exactly look the part of a parental figure. Dressed down in cut off denim shorts, a loose fitting grey T-shirt and leather ankle high roman sandals. She'd piled her unruly red waves into a bun on the top of her head. Messy locks falling down to frame her face. She must've looked more student than legal guardian. "Come on, Sapphire." She said with a smile to the young girl as she opened the car door. "I'll walk you to class." Alice held out her hand to her younger half sister. Not expecting her to take it but, she wanted the young girl to know she'd be there for her. For both of them. Despite not being there in the past.

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Milo Ventri

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 Milo stood in the front office of the school, leaned over the desk of the secretary, he was the newest teacher, just brought in this year, however he was already starting to settle in, his classes were pleasant and he was fitting in pretty well with the teachers. He was trying his best to really hit it home with the principal here seeing as he wanted the high school kids, and to be fair, this school pays much better than the last one, and with the rent on his apartment now much higher than his previous one back home, he needed it.

 "Come on Tori, they don't listen to me, I mean if they could at least give me the bulb, I could replace it myself." He asked with a bit of a southern drawl, he had been having issues with the lights in his classroom, and as of yet the maintenance team has been less than willing to work with him on the issue.

 The older secretary looked over the young new teacher, "Don't you Tori me, you know it isn't fair." She eyed the man up and down as she contemplated the request, "I will get the order through... but coffee is on you this week, from the nice cafe." Milo grinned and gave his thanks as the older woman smiled and looked past him, "Oh dear, you best run along, looks like I have some buisness." Milo turned and saw as he looked out of the front windows to the parking lot, a young woman with two younger children.

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Sapphire was unsure of what to think as she was driven to school by her older half-sister. She wasn't a fan of the word 'half' being put in front of the word 'brother' or 'sister', as it made her feel different to her siblings. Then again, it was perhaps just a little hard to place someone she had barely ever seen as her older sister. She had seen her in pictures that had been in the house, placed by their mother, but she couldn't recall a time she actually saw Alice face-to-face. Alice had apparently been there when Sapphire was born, but Sapphire couldn't really remember anything that happened when she was born.

It felt strange that Alice was the one taking Sapphire (and Fritz) to school, rather than their mother. Sapphire was used to her mother being there, taking her the whole way and comforting her when she needed it, whereas the girl could not help but feel almost like it was a stranger taking her. Yes, perhaps it had been a month that Alice had been living with them on the couch in the same house as them, but there was still an underlying worry in Sapphire despite the new acceptance of Alice that she had gained in the past week or so.

Sapphire still wanted her mother back. Still missed her mother. The lack of her mother somewhere in the car almost brought the tears back rolling back her face, but for some reason they did not come.

Perhaps it was the fact that there was too much else to worry about. Sapphire was worried about how things would be returning to school. The kids who didn't know why she was gone would all ask her why, and those who already knew would all try to ask how she was feeling. The one or two bullies that she was too scared to tell anyone about would most likely use her being gone or her mother's death as fuel to add to the pile of things they had to bully her about.

Sapphire's gaze moved from the back of the seat in front of her to the window beside her, staring outside with uncertainty of how the day was going to be. She was smart enough to know that being gone for so long probably meant there was going to be work that she had to catch up on, and she was going to be behind in the class. She didn't like school, so Sapphire knew it wasn't going to be fun catching up.

Once the car rolled to a stop, Sapphire waited for her mother to open the door, only to see Alice being the one doing it and once-again reminding the girl that her mother was gone. That's what brought the tears dripping down her cheeks, and though not fully crying, she was still upset that she still wasn't used to her mother being replaced by Alice. That didn't stop her from taking Alice's hand and holding it tightly for what comfort it could give as Sapphire tried to control the tears as they rolled along her cheeks.

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Fritz looked out the window of the moving vehicle; not because he was watching the scenery pass by though, despite how soothing it could be, but because through the reflection in the glass Fritz could manage keeping an eye on all the occupants in the car all at once without seeming too obvious. Mother had told him that staring could make others uncomfortable and that he should try not to do it. He had never really listened to her about it before but now…

 Fritz's fingers clenched brutally; mother was gone now, gone in an instant and never to return. The weight of the truth made Fritz feel like every lesson she had imparted on him needed to be fulfilled to the best of his ability; it would be a way, the only way Fritz could manage, to honor her. But could Fritz truly manage? At times it felt like she expected too much of him; like she thought just because he was in different classes, and got the best counselor insurance could grant them, that he would become "normal". Well, something deep down told Fritz that becoming normal was an impossibility, but he would try, even if it was only a little bit.

 All he wanted to do now though, was go to school. He could see the outline of the building coming up along the road. Fritz didn't have many friends at school, but in a way school was his friend. A place where knowledge was king and structure was the primary goal. In a time where the teen's world was crashing down all around him, that was exactly what Fritz needed. To disappear within books and equations.

 Because then, if he could disappear, he wouldn't be that much of a bother to Alice or Sapphire. Fritz doesn't remember much from before Alice left, but he can only assume she left for good reason; and now, she was back in a place she never wanted to be in, with a family she never wanted to be with; it didn't seem right.

 The car stopped abruptly, snapping Fritz out of his introspection. When had he gotten so involved with his own thoughts to have lost touch with his surroundings? He blinked owlishly as he looked towards his sister. Lunch? Did he even make himself a lunch? Oh dear. Still though, he nodded anyway, pretending that he understood what was going on. "Affirmative," he replied while quickly making his way out of the car, pausing momentarily before rushing off. "H-have a nice day Alice, you too Sapphire." And with that, he made his way into the school.


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Appearance:
Age:
17

Family:
Aiza is the great granddaughter of Azula, her grandmother was named Ursa, after Azula's own mother. Her mother was Yumi. Of course making her related to Zuko and his family line as well.

Type of Bending:
Firebending

Personality:
Aiza, like the element she bends, is a bit wild and tough to control. She's passionate and has a love for learning, but not being taught. She likes to figure things out on her own rather than have people tell her. She has some trust issues, but is willing to give people a chance. More than a little childish, she's known to giggle at random things or stick her tongue out at people. She has absolutely no filter and will simply say what pops into her head, usually without thinking first. Though isn't opposed to apologizing if she offends someone, her goal isn't to hurt people's feelings or offend them. She almost always has a grin on her face and likes to make sure everyone else does too. Like her great grandmother, grandmother and mother before her, she isn't entirely mentally stable, but thankfully has a bit more control than her kin did. Her biggest fear is suffering from a mental breakdown, like the women in her family seem to do.

Bio:
From an early age, Aiza had to figure things out on her own, and do things for herself. Because of her mother's mental instability, which started really showing when she lost her bending to Amon, she really wasn't fit for raising a child. For some reason, a lot of people in Republic City don't like firebenders, so Aiza couldn't find herself a teacher. Instead she taught herself firebending, by secretly watching other people and mimicking their moves. People looked down on her a lot, because of the insanity that ran in her family. She just loved proving them wrong when they said she couldn't do things. Eventually her mother had to be taken away and locked up, because her mental health just kept getting worse and worse. Being on her own, she took a lot of odd jobs to try and pay her way, even joined the Pro-Bending circuit for a little while. But quit after a week because the rules made it boring. She's pretty much always lived in hiding, growing up in a dark time like she has. But because her mother did fight the Equalists, Aiza feels like she has to continue on that legacy and fight too. So she stayed in the shadows, fighting to keep people safe wherever she could. But staying in the shadows isn't enough anymore. Now it's time to come out into the light.

Equipment:
Aiza doesn't usually have much on her, as she never strays far from her makeshift home. She does keep her money pouch on her person at all times though, cause she doesn't trust anybody but herself with it. She's learned to survive on her own well enough, she can find herself whatever she needs when she needs it.

Other:
No matter how hard she tries, Aiza has never been able to bend Lightning. Though maybe if she had a proper teacher that would change. She is naturally talented at chi sensing though. She never tells anybody who her family is, and certainly doesn't tell them that she's mentally unstable. Ah and, due to the nature of her clothing and it having no pockets, she keeps her coin purse in her pants.

[User]
When he looked up at the Bei Fong he saw the Fire bender talk the Lightning across the shoulder he knew it was bad. He jumped off using the water to push off he landed by the bender. Carefully he removed the armor and set to work, lightning was dangerous he'd been taught how to deal with however. Placing a hand over the benders heart he made sure to keep it beating next he work worked on the nerve damages moving the water over carefully finding hot spots, lucky he'd grounded himself so he wouldn't get shocked.

Next he began to heal the flesh itself, carefully he used water to seal the wound and try to fix the damage to the shoulder itself it would need a weeks rest but he would be have full motor control of it. "He's fine, now at least his arm needs a weeks recovery and shouldn't bend with it for two weeks at least. However I've stopped the nerve damage and any chance at it giving him heart problems." He stood up carefully. "Oh umm, hello I'm Sorin... I wanted to join as a healer." He blushed a little as he looked back towards the group, he'd kind of forgotten proper manners, worried that if he didn't hurry the man might suffer long term effects.

[Assistant]
Aiza rolled her eyes when some old guy walked up and started trying to correct her. It was all a matter of opinion, and to her, those guys sucked. She hated it when people did that, the old guy didn't have any reason or right to do it except the fact that he thought he was better than her. That's why she didn't like people trying to 'teach' her. Most of the time it was for their own gain and not hers. She was also highly disappointed by the guy's reaction to her cookout speech. He had the gall to just get up and leave. Apparently the White Lotus was full of prudes and pushy old men. Aiza was starting to regret her decision to leave her makeshift home.

The old guy started talking, again. It took every bit of self control Aiza had not to light his ass on fire. As it was, she still reacted poorly. How dare he talk to her about things he knew nothing about. Aiza shot up to her feet and shoved a finger in the old guy's face. "Now let me give you a word of advice. Don't judge people before you know them. I'm not a fan of Azula, and I am NOTHING like her, got that? I'm my own special brand of crazy." It would have gone on longer, but suddenly someone was screaming for a medic. Aiza ignored the old guy and looked around him to see one of the Firebenders in the arena area go down. She hadn't seen what had happened, but apparently it was bad enough to call in a healer.

One of the recruits suddenly leaped up, literally, in the air, with water, and was on the job in an instant. Aiza watched intently and curiously as the Waterbending boy healed the injury left on the Firebender. When he was done, he stood embarrassed and introduced himself. Aiza decided to either make him even more embarrassed, or relax, it could go either way. She started clapping very loudly as she stepped away from the old guy a bit. "Bravo, bravo! That was amazing! If I light the old guy's ass on fire, could we get an encore?" She said, grinning like the idiot she probably was. Crazy as she was, she truly was impressed. Waterbending was so cool if you could use it heal like that. All she could do was burn things. Well, and sense chi, but that wasn't nearly as useful.

[User]
Whatever Seth said must have struck a cord with the young fire bender since she told him she was her own brand of crazy. It wasn't his intent to disrespect the young women. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before he said, "I'm sorry Ms. If I disrespected you. However, I've seen so many youthful soldiers like yourself you thinks acting crazy and powerful will help them get through the battle. Do you know how many survived with that kind of thinking? I can't tell you how much it hurts just to watch children, teens, young adults be placed in body bags because they didn't think." His train of thought was broken when he saw one of the fire benders use lightning, to which the other couldn't redirect and get hit. He sighed and stood up straight from leaning on the railing after the water bender healed one of the fire benders.

"Listen up you two!" Seth yelled towards the two fire benders in a stern voice before he continued, "Lightning is not something you can just wield and think nothing of it. Lightning bending is the third hardest bending in the entire world. It's both powerful and unpredictable. You think it's just another bending ability when in reality you are gifted with the ability by nature itself. Out of all the fire benders only a select few could lightning bend. Even Aang had trouble learning how to wield such uncontrollable power and he was the Avatar. Do not wield something you don't not understand or respect." Over the years Seth watched so many of the solders try to lightning bend only to either be hurt or worse.

"Also, you are training! That means you shouldn't try to mortally wound one another. You're lucky this time, but next time think before you act. Winning a war is not about how powerful you are, but if your strategy is better than your enemy's. Plus if one of you is hospitalized we'll be a man down and greatly outnumbered by the Red Lotus. Every single solder has a role to play in bringing back the peace. No matter how small," Seth said. he didn't like scolding others, but over the years it helped keep people safe and if it meant being the bad guy to save lives. He's gladly be the bed guy.

"I suggest you check your attitude Ms. Fire Bender, " Seth said to Aiza before he added, "Because someone like you will get people killed. A lot of people killed."

[Assistant]
A Heler ran over to the now healed man and examined the wound. "Nice work," he said, "I couldn't have done better without spirit water." He put a sling around the man's neck so that he wouldn't move his arm and helped him stand up so that he could leave the field.

The Commander looked at the water bender that had healed the injured man. "Number 13, medic, accepted. Reserves." He then looked at the two former combatants. "Number 7, fire bender, accepted." he said, writing something on a clipboard. "I'm placing you on medical leave for the next two weeks." He looked at the other fighter, the one who had injured his opponent. "Number nine, fire bender, also accepted, though I'm placing you in a safety course so that you can learn to properly control your abilities. Now, who's next?"

Sin walk over to him. "I am." he said.

"Name, bending/fighting type, and position you want?"

"Sin Bei Fong, Earth/lava, and I want to be on the front lines, sir." he responded. There was no going back now, not that he wanted to.

"Lava, huh?" the Commander responded. "In that case, don't lava bend the court. It's a pain to try an fix it. Use the stone disks instead."

Sin nodded and walked into the arena. When his sparing partner was also ready, the Commander yelled "fight" and Sin lifted up two stone disks, spinning them and turning them into lava. Before he could throw them to distract his enemy, however, a siren sounded and the Commander ordered him to stop.

"Air raid." the Commander said. "Look's like Kuvira's jet planes managed to get past our defenses again. Alright then, recruits, it looks like you get to prove your skills in the field. We're going to take down those bombers before they level part of the city, as well as any ground troops they decided to parachute in during the confusion. Put on your vests and head outside." With that he motioned towards an open duffle bag and a set of metal armor jumped out of it and onto him. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he said to the stragglers, "Let's move it!"

Sin turned his two spinning lava disks into pumice and let them fall. He then ran towards the exit door, leaving his belongings here. He doubted he'd need a drawing book in a fight.

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Sorin was a little embarrassed at the girl applauding his skills, he turned a little redder, somehow yet then the older man spoke up. Using his water to slingshot himself back over he looked at the man. "Hey it's not her fault for being who she is. Everyone is who they are you saying that's she just going get people killed is just being mean." The waterbender was not one to let others be berated. "She's here and that means she's selfless enough to want to fight for the White Lotus. I suggest you quit acting so high and mighty." He stated moving to stand by the other recruits.

Sorin was happy to be accepted, however he was less thrilled that he would be in reserves. The people who got hurt were on the front line and healing was most effect the sooner he got their. When the siren sounder he jumped a little and looked at the armor, he didn't water that it would slow him down and he needed to be able to move. "We should get moving." He stated as he started for the door. He hoped they could stop them, no one should die today.

[Assistant]
The old guy was really starting to piss Aiza off. He obviously thought that his age made him better than everyone else. But what gave him the right to tell everyone off like that? Not even a member of White Lotus yet, and she already had her first enemy. Aiza decided that she definitely hated the old guy, and anybody else who acted like him. He didn't know what he was talking about anyway, she had never gotten anyone killed before. In fact, she had gotten roughed up making sure people didn't get killed. Aiza puffed her chest up and was about to give the old guy what he deserved when the most amazing thing happened. Somebody actually stood up for her.

Aiza couldn't help but just stand there in shock as the Waterbending boy, Sorin, went over to the old guy. Sorin actually told the old guy off, calling him mean and high and mighty. It was a little weird, but touching, very touching. The Firebender couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. That was probably the first time in her life somebody had stood up for her, and not just joined the side against her. Aiza decided right away that she liked Sorin and was really happy for him when he got accepted. Now it was her turn. But before any more matches could start, a siren started going off. Apparently their test would be on the battlefield.

Aiza ran to catch up with Sorin. "Hey uh, thanks for standing up for me. Nobody's ever done that before. My name is Aiza by the way." She said, not even adding anything crazy afterwards. A million stupid things popped into her head to say, but nothing seemed right. So for once in her life, she kept her thoughts to herself. Her heart was beating faster than normal, out of excitement, and maybe a little fear. Her first real battle. Sure she had fought before, but those were just skirmishes. Now was the time to test how Aiza-fu did against real, trained soldiers.