[System]
Age: 24.
Hair: Brown.
Eyes: Brown.
Weight: 210 pounds
Classification: Magic user – summoner.
Powers: Can summon physical objects to him, and teleport object he had in his hands to a place. The objects must be visible, or he must have a very pristine mental image of where they are to be able to do so. Using his magic taxes him physically and mentally based on the frequency of use and the size of the object.

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Bio: Tom was born and raised around Chicago and joined the Marine Corps, serving for 4 years. He got out and eventually went to school and in the middle of transitioning from school to working, the world changed. Out of nothing but curiosity, he took a government test to see if he was imbued with any SN power and it was discovered that he was.
His military training made it an easy transition into the government job and he was tutored by a League teacher in the ways of a summoner. Most of his powers center around him being able to summon things to him but he can also additionally summon things he touched and have them appear elsewhere, so long as he has a pristine mental picture of the location.

As a kid, Tom's father left and he was essentially working to help his mother pay for the bills around the house. His mother was a huge part of her life, but she'd passed away several years ago.

Personality: Contrary to his background and abilities, he's somewhat of a quiet individual and some would call him a closet nerd as in his off time, he plays video games, talks about comics and the such. While generally silent and insulated initially, he's one of the most selfless, duty orientated individual and extremely loyal to those who he calls friends.

[User]
Emily, who just had enough with Christy's liberal way of introducing herself, loudly sighed and turned her head away from the disaster that she felt played out before her eyes. Of course, anyone who had taken the opportunity to properly get to know Emily knew that she never had any bad intentions—and her honest approach could be quite amusing—but sometimes, she wasn't really careful with how she presented herself. "Well, I better get going then", she said, raising her hand to silence everyone. "Even though I've already met you and whatnot. I'm Emily, Emily Soto, and I'm just like you. No fun powers going on here, but I reckon I do a pretty darn good job anyway. When I'm not here I'm probably at home taking care of my boys." With the last words, her harsh tone softened and she even let out a slight smile. Unlike most of her colleagues, she deliberately avoided any gimmicks, and sank back in her chair as soon as she was done.

Glancing around the room, Audrey's eyes met Nicholas', who kindly gestured with his hand at her. "Ladies first."

Audrey jumped up in her seat and pulled her hair back as if she needed preparation for her presentation. Waving her hand in the air, she started. "Hi there, I'm Audrey. I'm actually so happy to have you here. Gives all these people someone else to pick on—I'm kinda new too. As you can probably tell, this isn't always the easiest place to work at, but don't be afraid to bite back when they tug at you."

Realising that she hadn't said anything about herself, Audrey hastily continued. "I'm just an ordinary girl too, just like Emily, except I haven't got any kids. I love hiking and sailing though, so if you're into that, cool! Uh, I've moved a lot but spent most of my time in Virginia... and I kinda ended up here by accident."

Noticing how some people in the room were struggling to hide their condescending smiles, Audrey could see what everyone else was already thinking, but she hoped that they would spare her any remarks asking whether, if by accident, she meant her father. Luckily, before anyone could say anything else, Nicholas cleared his throat. "I'm Nicholas Forster. If you ever want to hear my life story, I'll drag you all the way back to the Little Red Dot in the early 20's", he smiled slightly. "That is, I was born in Singapore quite a while ago. Yes, yes, I know you're probably wondering why I look like I do, and yes, you're right, I'm indeed a vampire."

"Meaning that one does bite for real, so watch out", Audrey threw in as she smirked and winked jokingly at a chuckling Nicholas.

"But I wouldn't worry if I were you, Stan. If you're keen on nicknames, you may call me Nick, but I do prefer my full name. I'm an old man, you know, and my dear old mother would be shamed to find out that people didn't take the time to call me by my full name. " With those words, Nicholas nodded in Skye's direction. "You're next, young lady."

"Well, you know my name already." Nonetheless, the sudden thought hit her that the poor guy was probably flooded with impressions—new names and smiling faces, Christy throwing herself at him and Tom showing off his abilities—so she repeated it again to be sure. The young woman was already taking her commitment as his partner seriously. Rather than recounting anything specific about herself, she launched into explaining that she and Stan would work together. "I don't know how much you've been told, but I'm guessing not a lot. I just heard that you'll be my partner for a while, so you'll be stuck with me. It shouldn't be too bad though, I'm an enhancer, so if we work together we could do some neat stuff. I'm pretty nifty with healing too, so don't you worry about getting hurt", she said, disregarding that a fear of pain was probably not all too developed within a former Marine and cop. "What else… I was born and raised in Connecticut, but now I live just a couple of blocks from here."

Although she had decided that that was enough introduction for the day, Skye ended her presentation with a closed-lip smile. "Please don't hesitate to ask me anything if you're feeling lost."

As soon as Skye had finished her introduction, it did not take long before Audrey looked anticipatively at Ken again. "So, boss, what's on the agenda today?"

[Assistant]
Ken looked around the room as the last person went through their intro, mentally shaking his head at the antics, but also taking a slight appreciation for it. No one liked working in an environment that was like working in a graveyard, or one filled with competition and negativity. He, and most likely all of the others, would take this over those any day. And truth be told, he was happy about the group and the way they worked. He had no complaints, besides maybe a slight lack of professionalism, but when it mattered, they could fake their way through it long enough.

He took one last moment to put things together in his head and then put his elbows on the table. "Ok, as mentioned, Asselta you're going to run with Humes. No case immediately, spend a few hours showing him around here and all that before you pick a case, and run it by me. James, we're going to finish up our case. Groves, Mashinski, Mareno, you all are working that case with the human trafficking with the state troopers, get back to it. And Forster, you and Soto are still closing out your case, try to get that done in a few days. Keep me briefed on it. Nothing crazy. Keep in mind this next Monday and Tuesday are a sweep slash warrant day." There was a chorus of groans at that bit of information. Sweep/warrant days meant rounding up SNs that needed to be checked on, serving warrants, checking leads on fugitive SNs and other things of that nature. Basically, a bunch of phone calls, door knocks, greetings, and people telling the agents they didn't know where whoever they were looking for way. It was a big game of chasing one's tail. Best cast scenario, they find a person--but that was rare.

"If no one else has anything, fall out."

[User]
While the others returned to their work, Skye immediately took Stan for a tour of the building. Throughout the first half of the day, Skye busied herself with showing her new partner around the facilities and introducing him to a couple of people from other units that he would most likely collaborate with at one point or another. The people from Tactical, most of them guys with a background that resembled Stan's, were almost all of them quite easy-going, fun and caring once one got past their crass attitude. There was also the administrative group who, although they often seemed tiresomely meticulous with paperwork, actually deserved a lot of credit for the massive amount of work they had been dealing with ever since the ASA had been launched.

If Skye had doubted that Stan would remember all the names of his own team members, she highly suspected that he hardly even tried to process all of the information she threw at him. She foresaw that he would probably run and ask her questions that she had already answered, but she made a silent promise to herself to be as understanding as possible. Skye knew that it was hard being thrown into an eclectic group of people and expected to get to work at once. In fact, she hardly remembered her first days at the ASA herself, only that she had been incredibly overwhelmed.

After the tour, Skye decided to go ahead with a case that seemed relatively straightforward, and, while perhaps not particularly exciting, would give Stan the opportunity to grow into his role. Quite frankly, Skye also chose the case for her own sake. She had never led anyone new and wanted to make sure that she kept her head above water. While she had worked for the agency for a couple of years, she had always been kept under the guidance of one of the more experienced agents—especially the recently departed idiot who Skye, although she disliked him, must admit had been quite good at his work.

Suddenly erupting from another door into the room where she had left Stan, Skye waved a folder crammed with papers at her new partner. "Here we go. I just briefed it with Agent Granderson and it should be alright for the two of us—nothing major, just something to get you into this whole thing that we do here." Skye opened the folder, but before looking through the papers she gazed gravely with her light green eyes at Stan. "Honestly, I have no idea how experienced you are with investigations of this kind, but you'll get the hang of it. It's really not that complicated, and once you get into it, I promise it gets really interesting—perhaps not this case, but it usually does. It's nothing like working in Tactical, where it's all brawns—here you might get a bit of that, but it's mostly your head doing all the hard work."

She gave him another one of her slightly visible smiles, mentally biting her tongue not to make a rude comment about his background in the military and the police probably making him a better fit for Tactical, before pulling out the first paper in the file. "Take a look at this. It's a complaint filed by a woman who's property has been ravaged by what she suspects is a supernatural." Skye couldn't help but to roll her eyes at the thought that ever since the supernaturals were revealed, mundanes had become too quick to judge animals or oddballs to be cases of supernatural people, while most of the time, weird occurrences had perfectly normal explanations. Often, that judgment could have severe consequences on either people's lives or the cluttered work schedules of already busy ASA teams across the country. "Apparently it's not the first time this has happened in the neighbourhood".

Pulling out another paper, she read on. "Another victim reports that there is this old man in a neighbourhood close to town who's been acting weird lately—throwing tantrums and behaving aggressively, even threatening people. According to the source, the old man has always been a bit of a recluse, so it might just be anxious neighbours, but he has never been aggressive. Recently, the man was reported lost, but the property damage reports have continued. The rumour around the neighbourhood is that he has turned into some kind of were-beast still running around—you know how people talk, it's ridiculous. Hopefully though, his neighbours are wrong, and there's some animal living in the area and the old man might just have a case of severe dementia kicking in, in which case he shouldn't do the Test or report to the League of Magic, but simply go to the hospital."

She handed Stan the papers and continued without waiting for any intervention from his side. "Anyway, there's a lot of things we can do from here. Talk to people, ask around, look for evidence, examine any records or lawsuits related to the man, you know the drill. I suggest we start as we usually do once all the paperworks' started—head out into the area and take a look around. If we're lucky, we might see something interesting or meet someone who can tell us something. Either way, it's always good to get acquainted with your case."

Skye looked curiously at him, as if she was testing to see whether he would be brave enough to go against any of her conclusions and suggestions, or facile enough to go with the flow. She wasn't sure which option she preferred.

[Assistant]
The first half of the day was what Stan would consider dull and uneventful. He met people but forgot most of them and what they did, and was sure they did the same and would not remember who he was if he seen them tomorrow at the office, or tonight in the bar. It was nice to get a better grasp of the grounds though, so he was appreciative of that. Then came the part he was looking forward to the most: business. Actual business.

Truth be told he wasn't happy at the nature of the case, but it wasn't like he wasn't used to it, or expecting otherwise. Even when he was in good graces with units, there were slow days and slam dunk cases that needed to be made. Sometimes, the day consisted of simply busting a drug dealer on a corner because it was that kind of day. He also knew every day wasn't shaking down crime lords, extortion rings, or chasing down cold blooded killers. Some days, there were no doors that needed to be kicked down.

And, he was the new guy. He smirked, thinking about his old training officer. She told him, "starting at a new department is like dating a prude. You don't get to stick your dick in the first day. You start off slow."

He didn't say much after Skye finished with her case introduction and instead busied himself looking through the file at pictures, statements, and reports. He flipped back and forth a few times, raising an eyebrow curiously. Something seemed to be screaming out at him from his psyche but he couldn't quite lock it down.

"Why don't we go take a look around the suspect's house first Agent Asselta? Best case, he's home. Worst case, we see if we can get some profile up on him, find something telling, or maybe even remove him as a suspect. But going to the areas, the witnesses, we won't get anything new. The pictures will be the same, the damage will probably be removed or cleaned, and the witnesses will say the same thing."

They made it to the car as he finished and they stopped a few feet in front of it. "I mean, sorry Agent Asselta. I didn't mean to just commandeer things. I just, I guess I know how things move like this, at least where I have been." He stood there somewhat awkwardly and waited to see if she'd be driving or if he would.


[System]
Age: 20

Birthday: July 27

Magic: Barrier Magic

Moonless Gown: A simple yet extremely versatile type of magical art. The main usage of this ability is to create incredibly resilient magical barriers of various sizes and shapes. The barriers have the ability to be cast almost anywhere and can even be activated on reflex to protect the user. The strength of said barriers is great enough to withstand blows from a manner of high-tier magical beasts and can even resist multiple high-class magic spells before breaking, though this is greatly influenced by the wielder's state of mind and magic reserves.

Alan's creativity has allowed him to use his barriers for a range of functions, including but not limited to:
Creating a barrier around a target and collapsing it inward, destroying whatever is caught inside.
Using barriers to target certain body parts on an enemy, allowing them to be tripped up or halt their advance.
Creating a large barrier and then using it as a battering ram to plow through obstacles.
Placing barriers around his fists and feet to greatly increase the power of punches and kicks.
Making barriers into platforms, allowing him and his allies to walk on air.
Using barriers to carry objects and people to wherever he desires. Can even be used to transport liquids like water to put out fires.

Change the texture of the barriers to act like trampolines or to bounce certain attacks back at the user.

Change the shape of his barriers into various weapons like arrows and spinning discs (thanks to being able to make the edges sharp) allowing him to launch a large swarm of smaller projectiles or a couple of very large projectiles at one time.

Can expand the barriers on his arms and legs to cover his body in a sort of makeshift armor. Although this greatly increases his strength and durability, to the point of being able to withstand weapons that cut through solid steel, it comes at the price of making him rather slow and requires a frequent supply of magic to maintain. Not only that, making more constructs in this state is so difficult that it's practically not even worth it

Morph the barriers even further into actual constructs but this takes up considerable magic to even maintain and as such he is still
working on this function. As a result, he typically takes a "shortcut" by taking several barriers and stacking them together to get what he needs.

Magic Level: A

History: Alan's early years are not something he enjoys talking about. His mother died during childbirth, leaving his father to raise him all alone. He eventually came to believe that his father secretly blamed him for his wife's death as he seemed to get very angry and resentful whenever the topic of her came up, and as a result, their relationship was one that felt strained and on uneven ground. This was also further hinted at since Alan displayed a love of baking at an early age, something his mother enjoyed, but his father tried to pressure him into a role in blacksmithing instead.

His life was made more complicated by the fact that the community he lived in was almost xenophobic when it came to anything related to magic, regardless of what kind of benefits it could bring or if the people wielding it were good or bad. Anyone who exhibited even a little magic, even children, were taught to hide it, to suppress it and never use the power for anything, lest they be corrupted. One noteworthy example of this was when Alan was injured while trying to work the blacksmithing machinery and a kind sorceror who had been travelling at the time healed his hand. However, before the lad could show his gratitude, his father and the villagers spotted this and turned on the sorceror and drove him from the village.

When Alan tried to defend the person who helped him, his father actually slapped him, called him "useless" and sent him to bed that night without supper. Needless to say, that day sparked a measure of resentment within the lad. From then on, he secretly went behind his father's back, baking cakes he dropped off anonymously to villagers who had little pocket money, skipping out on his work, and so on.

This led up to the day he discovered his magic. While out in the forest, picking ingredients, he stumbled onto the mayor's kids being accosted by what looked like several oversized wolves that tried to eat them. Realizing they were in danger, his body acted on its own and before long, he found himself stepping out and raising his hands, somehow calling forth a blue magical barrier that repelled all the beast's attacks. Operating on autopilot, his shield expanded until it nearly crushed them against a giant tree, forcing them to flee.

Realizing what he'd just done, he tried to explain himself to the kids, and although they were grateful it was agreed they needed to keep this a secret. Alan watched them return home and thought of what to do next...only to be suddenly greeted by the voice of a sprite named Aura whom watched him in action and believed he had "potential" as a mage. Although he tried to wave it off, she seemed rather insistent and said she would be around if he ever changed his mind.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him, especially when he stumbled onto a diary that confirmed his mother had the same powers as him. So, wanting to learn more of his strange powers, took up a role as Aura's apprentice and partner, gradually learning more about his magic and filling the sprite's endless appetite for various types of pies. Despite his reservations, she proved herself to be good company, mentoring him and treating him with a level of fondness and respect that his father had hardly ever given him. It helped too that she hardly ever took anything seriously.

About a year later, the wizard-to-be found his life undergoing yet another strange twist. One day, a large group of lizard men assaulted the village, killing many innocent people, as the leader proclaimed wanting something called "The Fragment" but nobody knowing what he meant. Alan, realizing he could no longer hide, stepped forward to protect those remaining and with the help of his partner, fought off and defeated all of the lizard men.

However, instead of being grateful, the villagers turned on him, calling him a "monster" and the cause for all the death and destruction. Even his own father refused to acknowledge he was his son anymore. Heart-broken, Alan fled the village, now feeling he had no place left to go. Aura came to him then, apologizing and saying she was likely the reason for all of this since it turned out she was just the leftover "fragment" of a larger spirit that had been splintered long ago. Her efforts to train him were in order to prepare him for helping her recover her scattered fragments and thus return to her former self.

Realizing there was nothing left for him here, he agreed to go with her and, after she used her power to gather his few belongings, the two set out on their travels and towards an unknown destiny....

Personality: Generally a kind, friendly individual who tries to see the good in people but is by no means stupid. He prefers honesty and devotion and dislikes secrets and liars, even if they were told for good reason. Has a strong sense of justice and loyalty and will refuse to leave someone behind. Is also willing to disobey orders if he feels they are stupid or go against his own values. Is also very studious and works hard to train his magic, and as a result, he sometimes gets annoyed by his partner's antics.

Guild and guild mark location: Not In A Guild

Team Members: Aura, The Sprite.

Name: Aura
Species: Sprite
Age: Unknown
Appearance:

Magic: Due to being reduced to just a sprite, she has lost the vast majority of her magical powers. However, she still retains some traces, enough to phase through physical objects and even bring objects through with her. However, she cannot use this on other people and extensive use can leave her fatigued and weary.

History: Very little is known about this mischievous sprite, to the point even she doesn't entirely recall her own past. All that is known is that she was once an aspect of a powerful high-class spirit but one day, due to a great battle, she was shattered to fragments. Eventually, she managed to gain back enough magic to manifest the form seen above, but was significantly weakened and struck with a dose of amnesia. She wandered for a time until she reached the village Alan grew up in. She stumbled onto a pie being laid out to cool and, letting hunger get the better of her, ate it all.

Overjoyed by the love she acquired from eating the pie, she kept returning to find more pie, and from there, she gained a soft spot for the person who made them. One day, she finally met the man and, from there, the rest is history...

Personality: A very laid-back individual who hardly ever takes things seriously. She is also rather mischievous and a glutton for anything that deals with baked good and sweets. That said, her odd behavior is sometimes her own subtle way of mentoring, using unorthodox methods to teach things like patience and perseverance, believing that training the mind is equally as important as training the body. That said, she is very fond of Alan and wishes to see his dreams come true.

She spends most of her time inside Alan's knapsack or just napping wherever she feels like it.

Three Strengths:
1. Compassionate
2 Fiercely loyal to those he trusts
3. Very Creative with his abilities

Three Weaknesses:
1. Sometimes lets his emotions cloud his judgement
2. Is not fond of taking orders
3. Is not as skilled in combat as some other folks, especially when it comes
to actually wielding weapons.

Greatest Love: Baking cakes to see the smiles on people's faces

Motivation: To regain Aura's scattered fragments and earn his father's love and respect, along with making a name for himself in the world.

Appearance:

Appearance when using his Barrier Armor:

Additional Details: Typically carries around his mother's diary as it seems like one of the few things that ties him to her. He also uses his barriers for a range of everyday tasks, such as carrying heavy loads for him, creating protection from the weather, and even chairs to sit on.

[User]
Alan was quiet while Mako gave his explanation of the guilds and their purpose. He got a wishful look in his eyes once the latter had finished. Now he felt a tad guilty about jumping to conclusions and assuming that a guild was just another kind of military branch. Still, at least he had gotten this cleared up before he went and did something stupid. He sat back in his chair while sipping his drink, "Hmm...family, huh?" A bit of a wishful look crossed his facial features for a second.

Only for him to shake those thoughts away and focus once more on the present, "Well, that's a relief...I suppose we'll have to pay a visit to some of these guild masters after we're done here. At the very least, we'll get some info to point us in the right direction."

[Assistant]
Mako Kurohiko, Exiled Warrior|Fairy Eatery

Mako made a mental note of the wishful look that crossed Alan's face when he thought about the concept of a guild family. It suggested things about the young man's past that Mako could avoid asking about during conversation. "I'm here to speak with the guild master as well. Although I hear a rumor on our way here that the majority of Frenzy Plant left, including their guild master. If that's true, then something must have come up that required their attention and we're both short one information source."

[User]
Alan rose an eyebrow at hearing about this, "Huh...must be something important to get an entire guild to bail out of an event like the Great Magic Games..." It was definitely something worth looking into at some point as they would possibly have information that would help their own respective causes, "That's quite a shame, but not much one can do about it I suppose..."

Aura swallowed an entire cinnamon roll, how she was not getting sick was anyone's guess, before speaking up, "Perhaps we should check in on that Phoenix Wing group? From what I hear, a lot of very talented individuals tend to end up there, and from what I here, the jobs they end up with tend to pay very well too."

The barrier wizard rolled his eyes before smirking in her direction, "You just want more money for food, don't ya?"

The sprite recoiled and looked away, turning her head up, "Hmph, I will neither confirm nor deny that claim."

[Assistant]
Mako Kurohiko, Exiled Warrior|Fairy Eatery

Mako chuckles at Aura, taking a bite of his own food before speaking. "And that is all the confirmation we need. That said, I did intend to speak with Phoenix Wing's guild master, Jamie Beltran, first. From what I've heard, she may be the most likely of the three to have the information I'm seeking." He took another sip of his tea. "Alan, if I may, what inspired you to take up magic? Having lived in a community that shunned it, it makes the most sense that you did it in rebellion, but you don't seem the type."


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Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin

17 winters have passed since my birth.

You're seriously going to ask? Female.

Like my father and his forebearers, I will strive to become a Shieldbearer capable of providing shelter from hellfire and shadowsteel.

As a nobleman's daughter, I am well-versed in art, languages, embroidery, music, dining etiquette, and philosophy. As my father's daughter, I can ride as well as any man, know how to care for my own armor and weapons, and can recite our family's pre-battle prayers from heart, no matter what situation. I will leave it up to you to consider which set of skills is more polished, considering my current vocation.

A lion doll. …are you laughing? You're laughing, aren't you. No, it's not cute. No, I don't care about other dolls. Why would you think that? Gods above, it's a memento you insufferable dweeb. Now come over here so I can break your shit-eating face.

Look me in the eye. Can you tell what sort of person I am? Good.

…

I have to explain anyways? For the readers? Gods, you're insufferable.

My mother thinks I'm an uncouth, rude tomcat, a terrible example for my younger sisters. My father thought I was the son he never had, full of the fire and steel he himself had during his springtime. My sisters, unlike what my mother would like to think, adore me. And for good reason. Though some rubbish-headed academics may consider me a hot-headed brute stuck in the body of a soft woman, I am anything but that. Challenge me to a drinking contest and I'll send you home with a face redder than the sun. Challenge me to an arm wrestling contest and I'll send your hand straight through the table. Challenge me in anything and I'll prove to you that I'm better.

Think I can't? I'll do it until I can.

My father, before he passed away, granted me the name 'Thorn-of-Mountain'. And if I can be a thorn to even an entity as mighty as the mountains that forged my people, then you better hope you don't find my thorns sticking into your sides. Insult me and I will break your teeth. Insult those I cherished and you better pray to the gods that's all I'll do.

My name is Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, eldest daughter of Dry-Ael Blood-of-Wolf Volkovin, the Blue Fang of Alcidea, the Holder of Farrow's Deep, who passed away bravely two winters ago against the sullen horde of Valkraza the Hollow-Hearted. I was also engaged to some guy that was apparently of good blood, but I sure hope they gave up on it after I dumped a casket of wine on him.

As for my past, you can say that I was raised like any son in a warrior-lord's household would.

I'm a woman? Yes, I am. That's the point. My father was for it, my mother was against it, but considering how she kept on shunting out more daughters from her womb (thank gods for that), there was really nothing she could do. The glorious Volkovin name would be besmirched if there was a generation incapable of passing on the family arts to the next, after all. Alongside other, more 'sophisticated' arts befitting of a lady of my own standing, I've also learned the warriors' craft since I was a child, honing my skill with halberd and horse, sword and shield until I can say with confidence that I was one of the finest warriors in my age bracket.

Of course, the man my father swore a blood oath to didn't care for womenfolk amongst the ranks of his guard, and when my father died, all my mother could think about was selling us off to the highest bidder.

Perhaps I am being a bit harsh on her. Perhaps she simply wanted what was best, even if that vision doesn't align with my own interest.

But gods damn that conniving sow regardless.

Anyways, I took my horse, my armor, my steel and what have you, and now I'm here.

What do I planned if you turn me away?

…

Hahaha, why would you turn me away?

[User]
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Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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For all the abuse hurled in the party's general direction, Ier-Briar remained undaunted. Even she had enough sense to not break the front teeth of her new 'employer', after all, and instead, the blonde knight burned with a desire to prove the bespectacled woman completely and totally wrong. A waste of time? No, they'd come out of this as 'very important'. Her heels dug in, and she engraved as many details about the work as she could have.

The shipment broke off from the main road. The forest was filled with wildlife and lesser creatures, but also home to elementals and dryads, surprisingly enough. The water temple's ruins sounded interesting, but irrelevant. The fog and humidity would make starting any unmanageable forest fire unlikely as well, and Ier-Briar flicked her blue eyes in Mallory's direction for a moment, a reassuring and competitive glint in her eyes. If the woman's flames could torch even a forest eternally mired with fog that would certainly live up to its famed nature wouldn't it?

"If we're lucky, we'll stumble upon such circumstances and survive them," Ier-Briar returned with a smile with more teeth than mirth, "And we'll most certainly tell you all about it, Guildmaster. Look forward to it, won't you?"

With that, she turned heel, expecting the others to follow. The southern highway. Iber. Fogmere Forest. She recalled the general form of the map, but she certainly didn't expect the Guildmaster, thorny as she was, to offer them that map as a freebie as well. Once they were out of the Dilapidated Duck, Ier-Briar was quick to turn her attention onto Nimr, then sweep her gaze onto the others as well.

"We'll start with preparations first, if any of you require that 'last minute shopping'. Nimr?" A pause. "A detailed explanation on your capabilities will be essential as well. As is clear, I'm a knight, strong of arm and skilled with the blade. My focus sharpens with the battle oaths of my ancestors, my shieldwork is of particular note, and I am wholly confident in my ability to make myself the center of our monstrous foes' attention."

It was a bit forced, wasn't it? But the faster they got everything out of the way, the faster Ier-Briar could saunter back into the Guild and make sure that woman understood that she wasn't like any others before her.

[Assistant]
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Province of Ilagorn -- Outside the Adventurer's Guild
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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"I guess the best course would be discussing how much money we want to devote to supplies before we leave town." Orena volunteered, awkwardly clearing her voice as she moved in 'formation'.

The young control mage tightened her grip on her staff as Ier tried to force the group into a marching formation, her knightly sense taking the group by the reins. Orena thought they'd discuss these things before leaving the guild hall, but strangely that seemed to not be the case. It wasn't that she had a problem with Ier's abrupt command of the group she had collected for her charter, but rather that Orena was used to less impulsive ideas, especially when such things were at the potential risk of her own life. She hoped the rest of the group had enough money to devote to food and supplies, though by the sounds of it a lot of them had come to the door's of the guild with less preparations than Orena had. Her anxiousness didn't make her doubt her decision, though, she had committed to this lifestyle no matter the odds and consequences.

"Sorry to interrupt! But where are we on money? I've got a decent amount, but what about you guys?"

[User]
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Province of Ilagorn -- Outside the Adventurer's Guild
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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"Ara ara," Siwan said in response to Orena, "my answer is zero. I don't have any money. My people live off the land." He chuckled and gave her a warm smile. "I didn't say it earlier, but I am both a healer and a hunter. I know how to use my spear and make camp. I can also hunt animals and traverse the trees. Ask me anything about animals, too. I've learned about them all! By luck, Ier had chosen the best task for me!"

Even though they had quickly acquired an indelible leader, the process left a bit of a weird taste in his mouth. While it was nice to do zero work, he hadn't really followed a leader such as her. In fact, he never really had a leader before. If Ier-Brier yelled for him to do a pushup, he probably would do it out of confusion. Her frantic pace was something that he wasn't quite used to, however. All his life, he had gone at his own pace. He did what he wanted when he wanted to do it. To have someone else do it all for him made him feel as though he was being dragged along by his feet. It wasn't really that pleasant, but he didn't really mind it enough to bring it up as an issue.

"Maybe I should lead the way once we arrive at the trees? Marching like a soldier is hard in the forest."

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Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer

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Nimr began to contemplate the info obtained about Fogmere. It was almost a mistake not to have an actual ranger with them, given how stuffy it gets when traversing through the woods. Nimr was not a fan of having his face hit with branches, after all. That would not be very economic. Still, however, the bard-to-be got the information he wanted, merely nodding with a smile before turning away and crossing his arms. Nimr resolved to silently following the knightess... at least, until he was addressed.

"Oh, right. I don't think last minute shopping would be ideal for me." Nimr stated plainly. "I'm dirt broke, aside from having enough money to pay for the essentials such as room and board. Even then, however, I only have enough coin to pay for two weeks at the most.

"It might be a good idea for us to pool our funds for equipment that would benefit all of us equally after we return from this job, yes? I can help with the calculations, if you desire. I can assure you all that you can trust me with your funds. I've managed the coin of my family's inn and have brought it up to some semblance of prosperity... at least for an inn, after all."


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Female

Star Ranking/Goku Uniform: Zero Stars
Fighting Style – Medium/Long range

Strengths
Steady Aim – Jäger has a keen eye and well trained aim that makes her attacks at long range very accurate and precise, with no trouble hitting both stationary and moving individual targets.
Stamina – Jäger has high stamina, allowing her to sustain her speed and mobility for long periods of time before she begins to flag and tire.
Mobility – While not as flexible as a parkour practitioner Jäger is nimble and able to stay mobile, even in rough and treacherous terrain. Her mobility is greatest in outdoor, natural settings, or any reasonable artificial approximations of such environments.
Armour Piercing – While not overly high in offensive power Jäger's attacks are primarily piercing in nature, allowing her to inflict respectable damage against opponents who specialise in defence and/or wear light to medium armour.

Weaknesses
Endurance – Jäger lacks the physical build and training needed to endure melee hits of any substantial or sustained nature.
Unsteady Aim – As Jäger's fighting style is ill suited for melee combat her accuracy drops significantly when opponents enter into close range, potentially causing her to panic and fumble her shots.
Focus – The greater the number of opponents the harder it becomes to focus on any particular target. This is especially true when using long range weapons that require time to draw and aim. It is compounded further if those targets are all moving in a random/chaotic manner.

Favourite Activity: Archery

Personality: Charlotte is generally speaking a cheerful and open minded if not slightly aloof young lady who is prone to the occasional bots of dark moods. Her opened minded nature is a direct result of witnessing her father's countless romantic entanglements and conquests, giving her a live and let live attitude toward life in general. If people are happy and no one is getting hurt then she is usually content to let them be. It also comes as no surprise to find that she is somewhat lacking in personal motivation and drive, especially when it comes to her leadership of the Archery club, a position to which she was elected to in secret by the other members of the club. Despite regularly competing in Archery competitions she shows very little actual competitiveness when it comes to her personality and is far more likely to praise the achievements of others then to laud her own accomplishments. Though she is quick to neglect her own safety she is quick to leap to defence of those she considers to be 'in her care'.

Biography: Charlotte, or Jäger to her friends, is originally from the outskirts of Munich, Germany and is the daughter of the world renowned playboy explorer Anton Jäger Neumann, a millionaire of no small influence on the international stage. An only child, Charlotte had an unstrained and fairly relaxed relationship with her father, aware and accepting of his playboy lifestyle provided that she didn't have to play house with his numerous 'bunnies' and 'kitties'. For his part her father often brought her along on his less dangerous expeditions, teaching her from a young age how to use the bow, just as his father had taught him at the same age. The two of them were close and shared everything, or at least she thought they did. That was until his death.

Charlotte had been with distant relatives when news of her fathers death reached her, apparently killed in one of the many small conflicts that flared up following the spread of the Kiryuin family's influence across Asia. As an only child Charlotte now found herself orphaned. Fortunately her father had been a man of some considerable foresight and had made arrangements several years previously that in the event of his untimely death his daughter would be transferred to the prestigious Berlin High Academy. Charlotte now lives a few miles from the academy in a specially built cottage located in the woods, courtesy of the Academy. As to how this arrangement came to pass the specific details are unknown save to a few individuals, though it is widely thought that the Neumann family's financial resources had been brought to bear. The generous contributions made to the Academy by the Neumann Foundation over the years would seem to bear this out.

During her first few months at Berlin High Charlotte had trouble integrating into school life and making friends, partly due to her own aloof nature and at the time heavily depressed mood. It soon started to affect her grades as well as her health. She even started to skip lessons on a regular basis. In an attempt to improve the situation it was suggested that she join one of the many clubs promoted by the Academy. In the end it was decided that she would join the Archery club. Unsurprisingly she excelled in the club and was thus quickly able to begin making friends with the other club members. This not only brought around her mood but improved her grades as well, returning her to normal, more or less, though she still has the occasional sombre moment. In terms of academics she is somewhat mediocre across the board. She still skips the occasional lesson as well.

With the still growing influence of the Kiryuin family spreading even more deeply into the fabric of European society the headmaster of Berlin Academy, Kenta Sanshiro, approached Charlotte along with certain other individuals at the Academy with a plan to stem the tide. Charlotte had originally been hesitant to take part in such a plan. To win her over Kenta Sanshiro revealed to her the reason that her father had died and how it was related to the Kiryuin family. She has yet to reveal what she was told, even to those she considers friends.

Weapons: Large Composite Bow – A simple but effective weapon constructed from a new carbon-fibre/alloy composite material that makes it more far more durable than any store bought item of similar size and design.
Items: Medical Kit – Her father was a famous hunter and explorer, meaning that Jäger is no stranger to injury and is relatively well versed in a wide variety of medical procedures, many self taught. These range from treating wounds and abrasions to relocating dislocations and broken bones.

Other
She is a universal blood donor and can perform field transfusions should the need arise.
As the current leader of the Archery team she has won several tournaments for the Academy.
She takes regular medication to help her maintain her mood.

[User]
Kisuke turned his head toward a voice that was unfortunately far too to him and glowered momentarily at the interruption. The voice belonged to one Yoshi Kanada, captain of the Kendo team. The former three-star was full of himself, as per usual. Kisuke spun around toward him and smiled confidently at the senior. "Yeah, yeah, that's right, everything I do is a joke to people like you huh? What, did you really think I would be doing something so despicable to the peons? Really?" Kisuke said with no malice or annoyance in his voice as he addressed Yoshi. But really, was that how the stuck up bastard saw him, as some horny pervert intent on debauchery? Well, it didn't matter either way, an order was an order.

But unfortunately that meant that he had failed in his task, at least to an extent. In truth it was his own fault. Had he bypassed his usual theatrics he could have been done with his task by now, instead of getting reprimanded by this close-minded fool. He sighed and nodded in affirmation to Yoshi's orders. Kisuke spun around back toward the assembled no-stars and grinned at them. "Sorry kittens, looks like we'll have to do this another time," he said with a very convincing apologetic tone before casually walking away, his subordinates following in his wake.

Jäger sighed in relief as the crowd started to rapidly disperse toward the assembly hall. "That was just…weird," Jäger said as she headed in the same direction as the others. She was getting a whole load of mixed signals about the people in this place. Some of them seemed like genuinely bad people, others however she wasn't so sure about. Kisuke for example. Despite what the two-star had said she simply didn't get that kind of vibe from him at all. "So what was the point of all that?" she said more to herself than to anyone in particular. He had had her picture in that file of his, along with pertinent data. She assumed then that the same was true for everyone else assembled. What had his purpose been? Whatever it was it had clearly not been official business.

[Assistant]
As the starred students began to argue amongst themselves, Kageta kept quiet, idly looking around at the different students in line, he looked for Charlotte again and spotted her just a ways off to the front. Once the assembly was disbanded, everyone started to go their own way and he lost sight of Charlotte in the crowd. He groaned to himself.

He spent a few minutes pushing through the dense crowd, but when it grew thin, he could finally see her at least. He made his way over to her and almost fell into her... again. Close. "Jeez, almost crashed into you again. And on that note, why you gotta leave without me? He looked back at where the assembly was before they dispersed. "What was that about anyway?" He asked not really expecting any sort of answer.

He then realized that he had no idea what his class number is. Though, since he was in the assembly with Charlotte, they were probably classmates. "So uhh, if you don't mind, I'm gonna go ahead and follow you to class... ok?" And with that he smiled sheepishly.

[User]
Jäger gracefully side stepped just as Kageta reached her, just in case of another collision. She looked at him quizzically for a moment before smiling. "Kageta!? I wondered where you had gone, you keep disappearing on us. I was getting worried that something had happened to you," Jäger said as she motioned with a tilt of the head for Kageta to follow her. His suggestion that the two of them must be in the same group because of the unofficial meeting that they had been caught up in was a simple one that she had not considered. "Sure, I don't mind. At least you're not as unsociable as that brain dead oaf," she said as she headed toward the room that she had been assigned too.

"As to what that was about I have no idea. Recruiting for a club maybe? Could have been some kind of random security thing I suppose. Who knows in this place. As to the guy himself I'd like to say that he weirded me out but to be honest he kind of reminded me of someone that I used to know. A lot, actually," she said solemnly as the two of them approached the classroom. Outside the door was a one-star hall monitor, however he didn't give them any trouble other than a mean eyed glare. Jäger guessed that the reason for their lateness was already known to him. She wondered if the one-star Kisuke, a hall monitor himself had arranged it as such.

Jäger entered into a mainly empty room, save for one or two no-star students already in their seats and a unenthusiastic looking teacher who barely even glanced her way. Never the less she walked over to him and bowed politely, showing him one of her best smiles. "I'm sorry for my lateness, it won't happen again. My name is Charlotte Jäger Neumann, it's a pleasure to meet you sir," she said in a warm tone that matched her warm expression. Both of which seemed to take the teacher a little off guard. Clearly he was not used to such courteousness for his students. In fact he looked a little confused.

"Me?" he said as if not understanding the situation. Momentarily confused Jäger returned his confused expression. He stared at her for a moment before simply sighing. "Anyway, don't make yourselves comfortable, once the rest of you slackers get here we will be heading to the assembly area." He didn't bother getting up as he spoke, nor did he bother introducing himself afterwards. Not even as an afterthought. Both of these things annoyed Jäger far more than they should have. Her brow twitched in annoyance. "Thank you sir," she said very politely.

[Assistant]
Charlotte and Kageta got to their room, Charlotte went in first and apologized to the teacher for their tardiness. As the teacher entertained her, Kageta walked inside inconspicuous to the teacher and sat in an empty chair. When Charlotte finished speaking, she went to her own seat. Kageta stood up and moved to the seat beside Charlotte. "Hey." Kageta stated as he sat next to her. The Classroom was fairly empty anyway.

Kageta looked around the spacious room. The no-stars looked fairly different from most one-stars, the one-stars were uniformed and organized, while those lower seemed to have more individuality, he also wondered to himself what, if at all, the teachers' powers were like, then again, he hasn't seen any combat in-person done by any of the students, save his classmates. Then there were also some one-stars who retained some sort of individuality, as well as the other multi-starred students. Possibly, individual personality was needed in order to achieve a higher rank than one-star. That was interesting to note. And reminded him.

"So, when do you think we'll get our own starred uniforms?" He asked Charlotte. His voice more quiet than a statement, but louder than a whisper.

[User] Aaron felt like his head was about to pop between the new kid and Eika when suddenly Mr. Chang stood up from the chair he had literally just sat down on as the last of the students got into the room. "Alright class let's take make our way down to the auditorium so we can meet with our school president and his council. Sasaki got up and only to get pushed aside by a bigger kid behind him forcing him over his desk but he got up claiming he was fine and walked to his seat where he proceeded to miss making him land on his butt and making him look like an idiot. The real kicker for Aaron though is apparently the other no-stars didn't give five shits about it because they were so use to it apparently. "...Anyways I will lead you to the auditorium assuming none of you have an other questions." Mr. Chang said as she looked at the group of kids in front of him and when one of them asked a sarcastic question about how much he should suck up to the school president the teacher promptly answered they shouldn't and instead focus on their grades in a completely serious tone before he got all the kids up and forced them out of class in a straight line.

[Assistant]
Jäger stared with narrowed eyes at the teacher, sat directly in front of her at the other end of the room. She didn't like it when people just casually disregarded her like that, especially when she went to so much trouble to be polite and friendly. Not that any of the other late arrivals faired any better, which was something at least. She turned toward Kageta and hummed thoughtfully as she considered his question. "I'm not sure. It's clear that we can't just go and ask for one, or everybody would have one. No, we need to do something to earn them, something to catch their attention, something that they can't ignore," she said thoughtfully, referring to those who constituted the real power in this academy. She had had an idea about that, however she was cut off just as she opened her mouth to speak, the sound of fist on blackboard silencing the background conversation of the other students.

Once their teacher was satisfied that he had gotten everyone's attention he cleared his throat to speak. "OK listen up brats, you have an assembly to get to, pronto, no slacking off. If I catch anyone trying to sneak off you'll be sent straight to the Disciplinary Committee, understand? Good," he said in monotonous tone that suggested that despite his words he really could care less. After a moment of hesitation the students started to mobilise, displaying no more enthusiasm than that shown by their teacher. Jäger turned toward Kageta and shrugged before joining the rest of the students as they headed toward the assembly point.


[System]
Age: 19

Gender: Female

Hometown: Driftveil City, Unova

Appearance: Aeris is 5 feet and 9 inches tall, Caucasian, slightly tanned, with red curly hair that reaches down to the ends of her shoulder blades and freckles all over her face. Over her bright green eyes, she wears glasses with a red frame on them, as she is near sighted. Her typical attire is something in bright colors, typically red or orange, but it can be any other bright color.

She starts her journey from Unova to Kanto wearing a red shirt with short sleeves, a vest over her shirt in the same color as it, orange jeans and green sneakers. Various other brightly colored clothes have been packed. On her back she has a red backpack in which to keep all her things, and she wears a belt which has six slots on it for keeping Pokéballs on. She also has a red Xtransciever on her left wrist.

Personality: Aeris is fairly hyper and is known to have big lungs, so she can talk forever before she has to take another breath. She springs from one thing to another, and is distracted almost easily, especially if it's something she's already interested in, like Bug type Pokémon. She can be very competitive at times, and protective of those close to her, almost surprisingly so for someone who appeared almost so bubbly and all over the place. Despite this, though, she's afraid of enclosed spaces because she is claustrophobic, and will become reserved and unable to do much of anything should she be put into an enclosed space, such as a cupboard of some sorts, or even a cave, no matter how big it is.

Profession: Trainer

Talents: Being a hyper person, Aeris is very active and fairly athletic, so she is faster than most normal people and a fair bit stronger. She has also developed a skill to understand Pokémon, not through words, but through actions, so she knows what most any Pokémon is trying to communicate to her, even one she's never met before.

Inventory: In her backpack, Aeris keeps a sleeping bag for when she needs to rest outside, plenty of clothes to change into when she needs to, TM 57 Charge Beam which she has taught to Lisa, 10 Dusk Balls that were a gift from her father, and 5 Potions from her mother. Her Xtransciever is on her left wrist. She had also saved up a fair amount of money before the trip to Kanto, so she has $500 in her wallet, which is kept in a pocket on the inside of her vest.

Starter Pokémon: Joltik, female, named Lisa. Has the ability Compoundeyes.

Biography: Born and raised in Driftveil City, Unova, born to the breeders Eileen and Henry, Aeris was a third child, having two older brothers, one older by three years, James, and the other older by seven, Harry. Once she herself was about four years old, she became an older sister when their parents had their fourth child, second daughter, naming her Heather.

Their parents were breeders, but raised their children to become independent and not have to become breeders like themselves. Harry was interested in continuing his parents' job as a breeder, learning to become one, and Heather showed interest as well at her young age, however James and Aeris weren't interested in breeding. Aeris was much more interested in the evolution of Pokémon, how it worked, the fascination of Pokémon becoming strong enough to change their form, how some Pokémon were affected by different things such as day and night, evolutionary stones and other various factors. That would be later in her life, however, once she would get closer to leaving for Kanto with her best friend, Fary.

As a child, Aeris wasn't much different from how she would be as a teenager and soon-to-be adult. She was very active, very hyper, very curious about most everything around her. She loved hanging around with all the different Pokémon that her parents bred for various people, and themselves, playing with them a lot. She wasn't alone in doing so, though, since their family were friends to another family of breeders, the Nitashi family, who had a daughter about two years older than Aeris, Fary. It didn't take long for them to become friends, and soon they spent a lot of time together with each other and the Pokémon their parents bred.

The two of them would grow up together as best of friends, going to the Trainer School in Striation City to learn even more about Pokémon. With a two year difference, they weren't in the same grade, but they still spent plenty of time together. There, in the Trainer School, Aeris learned even more about Pokémon Evolution, with one of her favorite books being made by Professor Rowan from Sinnoh about Pokémon Evolutions and how they worked. That's when she decided that she would become a Trainer and catch plenty of Pokémon to evolve them.

Before she joined the Trainer School, however, when she was still just a young child, there had been an incident with her when she had gone with James and Harry to play inside Chargestone Cave like they had done a lot of times before. It was a cave relatively near them, and much more interesting than the one that had been made near their city.

The three of them were playing around, this time playing hide and seek, with Harry seeking first, and while Aeris had gone to hide inside a crack in the wall, there was a sudden earthquake, not caused by a Pokémon but the Earth itself, and had made rocks fall right in front of the crack where Aeris was hiding. The crack didn't go very far, which didn't allow her to really move a whole lot. She called for her brothers, who came as quickly as they could and tried to remove the rocks, but were unable to due to the rocks being too heavy. They told her that they would go to get their parents and that she didn't need to worry about being stuck. Something took them a while to get there, though, and it was several hours before Henry and Eileen came with help in the form of some of the other residents of Driftveil.

They removed the rocks from the crack and helped her out of there, but the damage had already been done. While she was fine physically, she had developed claustrophobia while being stuck there for so long without being able to move, having resorted to crying the whole time her brothers had been away. After that, she wasn't able to go into or through anything narrow, or she would just freeze there or start crying uncontrollably, calling for her parents. Her family did the best they could do to comfort her and keep her away from any narrow or enclosed spaces. It took a while before she would return to normal, for the most part aside from her claustrophobia.

Once she was graduated from the Trainer School, her parents gave her a Joltik that they had bred specifically for her, as they knew she loved Bug type Pokémon, and they said that it fit her, being a little ball of energy and adorable. She thanked them for the Joltik, named her Lisa and put her in a Dusk Ball after showing her various types of Pokéballs to really be hers.

Aeris and Fary continued to be friends after the Trainer School, and Aeris was there for Fary when she went through some difficult times, including after she got dumped by the now Elite Four member Grimsley. When Fary decided she wanted to go to the Kanto region, not long after she got a Pokémon of her own, a Zorua of all Pokémon, Aeris thought that would be a good place to start her profession as an evolutionary Trainer. And so, Aeris left with Fary for Pallet town, where Professor Oak lived.

Notes/Other: Aeris will not stand for anyone taking her glasses off without her permission, and she's protective of both her Joltik, Lisa, and her best friend, Fary.

[User]
"Li-lit."

"Agreed," Danny muttered, leaning back on one of the folding chairs that lined the ship decks. Whoever it was, they apparently didn't know the word "polite", and it was getting on his nerves, and by the looks of it, his Litwick Inizio's nerves as well. He tried to show no sign of emotion as the commotion between the two girls went on in front of him. Upon observation, the two seem to be several years Daniel's elder...which was strange. He usually remembered back in his travels that the young-adult Pokemon trainers always liked to bring at least three Pokemon. Danny shrugged and looked back at Ini. Maybe they liked to have a challenge in a different region. And by their Pokemon, they were surely from Unova.

Ini had picked up this detail as well, but his shifting showed that he was not willing to approach the two girls and their Joltik and Zorua. "Oh, what's wrong, Ini?" Danny asked, noticing Ini's reluctance; a prompt splash toward the steel-bar railings allowed him to quickly piece two and two together.

"Water," he muttered. Danny knew how much the Candle Pokemon detested water; it was almost a death wish to come into contact with it. Danny finally sighed; they had plenty of time to mingle once they hit land, and forcing his Litwick to meet to two were surely going to met with fiery resistance. So instead, he stood up from his seat and simply watched a few meters away from the railings, seeing Pallet Town approach in the distance.

The town reminded Danny of something — this was going to be a new journey, with new lands to travel and new faces to meet. Danny wondered what the Pokemon here would be like. His parents had said that a few of the Pokemon they had met during their travels will surely be here, however. Almost immediately Danny felt homesick at the thought; he had already missed traveling along with his parents and the family Klink, and let out a small sigh.

Suddenly the boat came to a stop, and Danny snapped back into reality. Inizio was waiting on a table next to him, staring quietly at the town as well. The teenager smiled at Ini, picking him up, careful not to get too close to the blue flame on his head. "It's a fresh start, Ini. We can do it ourselves," he reassured, exiting the boat along with the group of trainers.

Danny slowly stepped out of the ship and onto the docks, feeling a bit wobbly with his steps, but nothing too uncomfortable. He rolled his eyes as Litwick comfortably slid into his sleeves with a smug grin. Time to go the Professor Oak's lab...which seemed to be the large building, apparently. With no time to waste, Danny and Inizio set off for what seemed to be a lab, trying to move past the group of trainers.

...Until he walked right into the path of the hyper-girl, crashing right onto the ground with Inizio. He wasn't sure if the Joltik girl had noticed crashing into him, but right now, the Litwick wasn't pleased and his fire on his head was growing.

[Assistant]
Charlie paused, as a shrill shriek grew from behind him. As soon as he could turn around, a spastic redhead was already loudly invading his space, damn near knocking him off his feet in the process. Despite such a fright, Charlie managed to keep on a smile as the girl gushed all over the sight of Quinn. Though, she spit out questions so fast, he could barely answer any of them. Quinn didn't appreciate all the loud attention, and only shrunk into a tighter ball. Even then, he felt he should introduce her instead of looking on like a Stantler in headlights.

"Uhh, heh, this is Quinn. We're from the Johto region...I just got her a few hours ago, so I haven't got around to feeding her yet...i'm sure i'll find out her favorite foods in due time, though!" He cobbled together something resembling a awkward reply, and topped it off with a sheepish chuckle. As his eyes wandered about the girl's person, he couldn't help but notice the little yellow pom-pom skittering about on the girl's head.

"Is that your Pokemon?" He thumbed towards the buggy puffball. It definitely looked familiar, but he couldn't put a name to it. It was something he never saw in person until today. It was pretty cute too. Before she could answer though, a boy came through the cut, crashing into the girl. The redhead was mostly (if not entirely) unfazed by the unsuccessful tackle, but Charlie was almost ready to jump out of his skin a second time. The kid seemed to take more damage than the girl did, and beside him sat...a sentient candle. "Weird." He thought before addressing the minor.

"You okay, bro?" Charlie asked simply, moving beside the redhead to help the guy back to his feet. "...I'm gonna also assume we're all going to the same place, yeah? To Professor Oak's lab? Y'all probably have a better idea on where it is than I do..." He added.

[User]
Danny groaned and slowly patted the sand off his clothes, sighing exasperatedly. Welcome to Kanto, he thought to himself as he slowly got back up and pulled the satchel to tighten it on his back. "I'm fine. Thank you, sir," he answered calmly...though Danny's Litwick thought otherwise. Danny was quick enough to realize the rising anger in Inizio, however, and quickly hugged him back up and showed him his Pokéball (which seemed to specially have a lighter coloration than a regular one), quietly threatening to return him back if he misbehaved. They had a lot of time to have to fun around here, but attempt to burn another person or her Joltik was not one of them.

"Well...this is my first time coming to Kanto," Danny admitted while Inizio mumbled to himself - which sounded more like "Lit-lit lit-wi..." Danny ignored the candlestick's complaints, however, and continued. "I'm from Hoenn myself...Slateport, to be exact, though I've been traveling to multiple regions with my family for several years. Got lil' Ini here from a Unova vacation here."

A light nudge quickly got the Litwick to chime it. "Lit-wick!"

Danny nodded and took a deep breath. "Anyway, I'm Daniel, though I prefer it if you just call me Danny. And this Litwick here is called Inizio," he introduced. "Why don't we hunt for Professor Oak's lab together? It's probably the large building over there."

[Assistant]
Before she managed to answer Charlie, someone bumped into Aeris, which she didn't notice until Charlie went to help him up. She thought she remembered seeing him on the boat from Unova, especially since she'd probably seen everyone on the boat about a million times while she was bored on the way to Kanto. Can't really be too much all over the place on a boat.

"Hi!" she said enthusiastically to Danny. "I'm Aeris, and this is Lisa." She pointed towards her Joltik who was bouncing happily on top of her head. "Joltik!" she replied when her name was said. She was a little nervous, being around two Fire types, but their trainers were near, so she should be safe.

"I'm on my way to Professor Oak too! I came here with my bestest friend who's around here somewhere..." she said as she skimmed around for her. She was used to Fary being slower than her and taking her time, even though it was booooooring, but that was fine. "We came here to see the Professor together, so she should be able to find her way there." As she said it, though, she spotted her and waved towards her. "Faaaaryyyyyy! Over here!"


[System]
ALIAS('s): Darsby
STATUS: Living
SPECIES: Human?
GENDER: Male?
AGE: ???
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
WEIGHT: ???
BUILD: Lean-Lanky-Thin
RANK: ???
OCCUPATION: ???

BASIC PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: He's attenuated, pale, entirely covered in various ebony tribal tattoos up to and including the neck, numerous lengthy blade-born scars, and holds lean muscle in quantity's just thick enough to not look emaciated. His hair and eyes are generally a somewhat luminescent rose pink, the X scar just above his right eye is of the same color. Said scar is the only piece of tissue with such an oddity. Darsby's scars cut through his numerous tattoos as if having occurred after getting ink-work done.

BASIC PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION: He's most easily related to an apathetic college student during finals week who's will to live was lost after discovering their GPA is ruined due to failed exams.

BASIC ABILITY DESCRIPTION: He can hide his presence with alien cigarettes and teleport objects from one place to another, I guess? Maybe he can sense strange magics?

BASIC HISTORY DESCRIPTION: Unidscovered

PICTURE:

[User]
Dan nodded inconsistently with Anora for most of her statements with a twinge of guilt overcoming his exhaustedly anxious composure. His lower lip obtains a few reddish marks after some intensive nibbling whilst his hands knot themselves atop thin knees. His head tilts downwards with a sigh as if he were bowing to an apology. Our "monster's" head moves back into what he displays as 'awkward eye-contact' range shortly after the young woman finishes speaking.

"Monster Mash?" Dan would squeak, sounding more as a mouse than a man whilst Anora listed many references which only pushed him further into confusion. He took several seconds to blink in blank disparity before visibly shaking the confusion from himself with a few squints and bodily tremors.

"I-I-I, I think I misspoke.. Your aggressive mindset is sort of, at least, like, a bit my own fault here. I used the word, uhm, conquer? It's more like an 'indoctrination'..-" His open palms gesture with honesty and gentle dismay whilst he speaks. An inept description of things is left to this small, confused, individual as opposed to the other strange and distant creatures riding in our reinforced car down the open freeway.

"We, uhm, I mean, The Council, takes in planets full of sentient life with the capacity to produce what we call 'regal wizards', who are, like, really rare from this worlds standpoint... Roughly, I think, one for every billion people? You aren't one! I mean, not at present... Well, anyways, uh...-" Dan gets lost in thought, tapping his chin with a pause in open-handed gestures before sparking to life with further elaboration. "-uh... Right! So with these, uhm, these worlds, we perform free trade of resources and information, but, your issue is, uhm, we end up giving things up equally to everyone. Most of the, uh, the-uh.. like, political groups? Yeah, political groups on your planet don't like the idea of someone much bigger looking over them. Or that bigger person being their main source of information which is as available to them as it is to their enemy... if that makes sense? I've noticed that humans don't become friends overnight unless the one feeding them turns out to be their mutual enemy... Which we aren't worried about! Because, like, there aren't that many of you? But, even so, we don't like, want anyone to die for dopey reasons." Dan takes a moment to rub his temples, eyes closed, mumbling something like a list. He seems to be making sure he's not forgetting anything major.

"Oh! Pahn! Right, so we don't know that much about Pahn. They seem to be one person, but, we aren't sure? All we know is that they're capable enough to vaporize this world if something doesn't go their way. Wich is an issue, when we, like, don't want anyone dying because of us? So we're trying to find him before we throw wide-range magics on this planet that are standard for every world under our jurisdiction. We don't know if he'll react in a bad way, which could, y'know, like, kill off everyone you know?" Dan kind of shrugs and makes a weird squeaking sound as his shoulders slide quickly upward to perform the overt gesture of, 'who knows?'.

Dan slides back into his seat a bit before hunching over, using one finger to pick at the other one's nail. The man sits like this for a few seconds before looking up again.

"Oh yeah! Darsby was supposed to handle things quietly, but, uh, we got some new information that kind of demanded someone, uhm, someone like me?" One hand loosely pulls at his collar as if he were in danger of sweating when speaking of himself or Darsby in any context. If the subject matter of their conversation were different, you'd easily take him for some neurotic passerby living a simple life of many anxieties and a general lack-of-sleep.

Darsby appeared relatively unaffected until the end where he bowed a bit as if out of embarrassment towards Anora. His eyes gazed at her with level emotions of serious disposition as he typically seemed to do. Those eyes glimmer with the faint essence of some otherworldly thought, yet, before it could pull her in, Darsby would look away.

Ahllasta, in contrast, seemed to shift from afraid and distressed to deeply annoyed. Any talk of politics or equality seemed to claw at her patience immensely. Someone as ferocious as she could be expected to care very little for general bureaucracy. Yet, perhaps, she was pestered for other reasons?

[Assistant]
Anora couldn't hide a smirk at Dan's reaction to her nickname for him. Something about none of them understanding her references was somehow both irritating and satisfying: with all the confusion they'd caused her, the least she could do was return it, even if in a way that didn't much matter.
 She almost snorted when Dan tried to amend his choice of wording. Because that'd go over so much better.
 Fully facing front again, she slowly broke off a piece of the open energy bar. She listened to him carefully. Her head turned slightly toward him to interrupt him with a quick, surprised, "'At present?'"
 She shook her head, refocusing on Dan's explanations. She popped the bit of almond-dotted, chocolate-laced granola into her mouth. She hardly tasted it as she chewed.
 Dan's words did nothing to help his cause of convincing Anora their intentions were solely good. She'd seen one too many movies where people sugar-coated their missions, and knew all to well from experience that words often prove sweeter than practice. As her dad always said, 'If your gut says there's something off, listen to it. It's probably right.' And hers was telling her just that. It all sounded too… cultish. Too vague, with too many ways their true intentions could be interpreted. Too close to sounding more like they wanted to use the planet to kidnap these 'regal wizards' for their own personal use.
 She prickled at his statement about their numbers vs. Earth's in the event of an uprising. So Pahn, it seemed, was really the only thing standing in their way, the only thing whoever Dan, Darsby, and Ahllasta worked for feared. She inhaled slowly, struggling to maintain an outward calm.
 She glanced back at Dan when he switched to mumbling to himself, his words too low for her to make out.
 Dan, it seemed, was observant, but not explicitly familiar with how humanity worked. Whether he picked up on her thoughts because of mind reading, some sort of empathic ability, or good ol' intuition, she couldn't say. Regardless of the how, he was quicker at it than Darsby. And the high possibility of the former two was unnerving.
 An incredulous look crossed her face at how nonchalantly the man mentioned the potential outcome of Pahn killing off everyone she knew. Her grip on the energy bar tightened slightly. For someone who claimed he and his organization didn't want to see anyone hurt, he didn't exactly show any emotion over the prospect of lost lives.
 So, basically, they could die either at the hands of Pahn, or in the ensuing mass chaos of beings from outer space popping up around the world and trying to force their ways on everyone. Not to mention the world having whatever these 'wide-range magics' were put over it. Whatever he meant, she didn't like the sound of it. And it wouldn't be just her loved ones who suffered.
 That Pahn hadn't already vaporized the planet was a good sign, though. At least enough to possibly mean he—they—whichever didn't necessarily want Earth destroyed. Just that the power was there.
 When Dan stopped speaking, her gaze stayed on the energy bar. She spared Darsby's actions scarcely half a glance in acknowledgement. Yet, Ahllasta's reactions beside her caught her attention. Rather, the exact topics that warranted them.
 If Anora didn't know any better, she'd say Ahllasta didn't much care for the way Dan and his superiors did things. Curiosity about what, exactly, Ahllasta had done to warrant being sent to Earth as a punishment itched on her tongue.
 "What 'new information' came up to get you involved, then?" She picked off another piece of the energy bar. "And how is it I have a 'contract' with Pahn, anyway? I've never even met him... er, them." She mushed the bit of granola into a roundish shape. "And you didn't actually answer my other questions," she added irately. "Who is it, exactly, you're working for," she looked up through the windshield at the street rushing by, "and where are we going?"


[System]
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Profession: Rifleman
Nationality: German, European Union
Birth Planet: Mars
Appearance: Jethart stands at 6'2" usually wearing his hair in a pullback style, he has silver eyes and a goatee. His hair is a blackish grey color, it goes down to his shoulders hence tying it up. He weights about 205 lbs, not to muscular but enough that it shows. He has a double mask tattoo on his right arm, he had it to remember beating his depression. He has the word Strength on his right wrist. His build isnt to bulky or skinny, kinda inbetween the two. He ususally wears old Air Force pants and jacket (Picture for reference). Under the jacket he wears a black tee shirt, black socks and combat boots.

Strengths: Follows orders extremely well. Tough exterior.
Weaknesses: Has mental problems. Isn't exactly "emotionally stable".

Personality: He is a very caring person and will do anything to help anyone, even if it is to his detriment. He doesn't like to give up and hates to be doubted or have people make assumptions about him. When doubted he will try to prove the person wrong, and usually does so. When assumptions are made he will try to clear it up and correct the assumption. He doesn't care about what others care about him, anything they say wont affect him as he doesn't care. His tough exterior is a smidge of an act. He isn't that tough but uses that as it shows how tough he can be, and wants to be. He is actually a softie and really likes to tell and show those he loves and cares about that he does. He will put others before himself to make sure they are alright and taken care of. He will do anything to protect those he cares about, even if it means taking one's life or losing his own.

History: He was verbally abused as a child, was raised in a not so good home. Parents were hardly home, and when they were it was like they weren't actually there. He grew up rather quickly due to that fact, and tried to care for his siblings. He tried to become as indepentent as he could but would still tend to everyone. He has a hard time with people doing things for him, or getting him things. He had 3 siblinds, 2 sisters and a brother. They died in a freak accident when he was 9 years old. Their family was leaving to go onto vacation in France, half way there some freak going 180 kph in a big ole' truck T-boned them. His siblings had died on impact. Him and his parents barely survived and had serious imjurys from the accident. He underwent a numerous amount of surgeries to get to how he is now. He has a slight limp from it, he tries to hide it but isn't entirely successful at it. His left side is scarred up from the accident and that plays into a factor of what he wears. He doesn't talk his past much as it causes him pain to remember his past.

His parents would get drunk fight a lot and yell every chance they got at the house, they'd physically hurt each other and at times Jethart. There were days one of them would get home and would take their anger out on Jethart, rarely was he beaten but he was at times. He started to kill off his emotions because he didn't like feeling the way he did, it came back to bite him in the ass when he was 17, people would insult him on it and tease him over being a robot. He does feel and have emotions, but most of them are damaged in the part of showing them. He has slowly worked to undo the damages he and his parents caused but it isn't easy. Emotional trouble is never easy to patch up. He makes due where he can and works on himself, he usually forgets to do so when it comes to helping others though.

Family: No, he doesn't have a spouse or children. His parents died when he was 17 due to work related accidents. His remaining family is his cousin Ignace, she is 17 years old and is very close to Jethart. They grew up together and would spend as much time together as they could.

[User]
*Marie smiles cheerfully as she skips around her workshop, tools clicking together on her tool belt as she gathers spare parts and pieces and puts them in a tool bag, she is very excited for this new mission of hers and she is ready to leave Saturn for once in her life and go to this place people keep talking about* {I think it is called William Laboratory or was it, Willson... Did I remember to pack Willison before I left home?? I swear if I forgot him...} *She sighs and shrugs* {Whatever I know I packed Juliet for sure} *Marie chuckles then picked up the bag in one hand and the other to carry the bag with her clothes, her stuffed animals, in this class she packed Juliet and Willson they are both tabby cat stuffed animals that she made from random pieces of cloth she found while working home from work. She didn't really have a care in the world about if everyone else at her work thought about her, or what anyone thought about, she was just happy to leave this stupid planet. She through her stuff into the trunk and hopped into the car that came to pick her up*

*Marie arrived at the shuttle area and she quickly darted out of the vehicle and grabbed her stuff before waving goodbye to it as it went away* {Here comes a new chapter in my life! Oh this is going to be so much fun!} *She run up onto the vehicle that she thought is going to take her to the lab where she is supposed to do something important but she couldn't care less because of she will probably get it done and over with like everything else. She sat down in a random seat and sets down her stuff with this big goofy smile on her face*

[Assistant]
Jethart wakes up like any morning and climbs out of his bed and streches. He opens his blinds and then walks over to his closet, he grabs out his usual wear. Old Air Force uniform and a grey shirt and his boots and gets ready for the day. He walks out of his room and heads towards the kitchen, he brews a cup of tea and has a bowl of cereal. It shoots to his mind he has to go to whatever that place was today, he completely forgot the name and to pack for it. He quickly finishes his tea and breakfest and grabs his buffle bag, then continues to his room to pack. The closet was raided, his shirts and pants and an extra pair of boots were tossed into the bag. The jackets were left on the hangers but laid out on his bed. "Oh I should probably bring some tea". After finishing packing he heads to the kitchen and grabs some tea and sugar and puts them in the bag as well. By the time he brings his bag and jackets down the car arrived. The car is loaded with his belongings and he goes in the house to find his cousin standing there. "What, no hug for me before you go?" "I didn't forget about you, I was coming to say goodbye. I wouldn't leave without giving you a hug". They hug and say their goodbyes before Jethart leaves.

On the way to the lab he was thinking about the mission, and what the outcome might be. He worries he will die and leave Ignace all alone. He remembers all the fun times they had and the past week, her telling him her concerns and having him promise he will come back. The rest of the trip he naps. Once he arrives he takes his stuff with him and thanks the driver and leaves a tip. He enters the building and sits a few seats away from Marie.

[User]
Daniel's mind filtered away the low drone of the aircraft's engines, the occasional rattling of secured tanks and the chatter of over thirty French soldiers he hitched a ride with, leaving him to his thoughts. He still couldn't believe it. In an age where humanity created practically usable artificial gravity and established a colony outside the Milky way, it took him 29 years to leave earth. His excitement was coated in a layer of bitterness, however. The laboratory went silent and remained that way for three days now. The fact that the documents regarding this mission he was told he will get never found his way to him didn't help the situation at all. A voice in his head told him that operating solely on information he read in a science magazine wasn't safe. He rummaged through his bag and the file containing his documents, earning a few puzzled looks from the French crewmen, but found nothing.

"Lavit Launch Facility is directly on our Starboard side. We're landing in five minutes, so stay buckled up." He looked out the window and observed the anthill that was the launch pad, dominated by the Sentinel in the middle. As soon as the plane landed, he let the French deal with the jammed cargo ramp and headed towards the building through which he assumed they were supposed to board the ship. After looking around in vain to find an officer in charge of the operation, he found the room mentioned in his transfer order. Two people were already inside, one civilian and one military by their looks. He shot a quick salute to the soldier and sat down, his mind trying to find a reason why someone would wear a uniform with the camo pattern nearly two centuries old, and failing to come up with any.

[Assistant]
Miora Sphere, Pilot and Ballbuster At Yer Service
Fastest pilot to graduate as a child of the Saturn Moon Mining Ships. That was what she was known as. No mining kid had ever beat the test, much less out flown every single applicant in her division. But flying fast was as easy as breathing for Miora. It was her one and only talent. And she'd fight anyone who tried to take something as precious as that away from her and treat her as some outsider who was beneath them.

Just ask anyone who had crewed up on a ship with her as pilot. She couldn't socialize properly with others if her life depended on it and she certainly couldn't back down from anyone who challenged her skill. It was all she had, her skills. With a family of miners, the bar had been set low since she was born, but it didn't make it any easier to claw her way up the ladder to piloting her own ships. Well, other people's ships. The direction-velocity command desk area was the one and only thing that she was able to stake claim of. And she had a right hook that almost alway landed in the center of her target to prove it. Bloody noses were not uncommon when she was at the helm.

Miora was on the shorter end of the spectrum, curvaceous and clad in tight but breathable pleather body suit, a chrome belt hanging tilted on her hips. When she walked, one foot in front of the other, she seemed to saunter like a shark swimming through the water. And in that rosy red mouth of hers a fat synthesized cigar balanced on her smirk, letting out threads of scentless smoke to follow behind her like enchanted ghosts. A hand on her hip, her Earthen fifties style was out of place and more than a bit odd. But that was how she liked it. Let everyone watch her, move to one side and stare. She'd show each and everyone one of them what a child of Saturn's mining ships could do.

Taking the cigar from her mouth between two slender fingers crowned with perfectly manicured nails, she grinned her wild haughty grin. "What ye pickerin' at, ladies? Wake yer a**es up, this ain't no pony show," her throaty voice held every drop of dry amusement that her being was made of, dark gaze jumping between the three people already there waiting for the assignment to be debriefed. So far a girl and two soldiers. Well, this ought to be interesting, to say the very least. And if they had her as their pilot, they needed to get where ever they were going and fast. Twirling her cigar between her fingers, she stood before the trio gathered like a leisurely cat staring at mice.

"Well, I doubt ye ken where yer headin', considerin' all three of ye put together make a brain and a half," she chuckled looking over each other them, but her eyes taking on almost a glare as she looked at the solider types, "But ye can trust I'm the best te get ye there at breakneck speed."

She gave them a wink then, laughing heartily and fit her fat cigar between her teeth. "Yer no' gonna' like me, so listen well," she tipped her head back, "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"

[User]
Gera Zsoldos - Pilot

It wasn't every day that you got chosen for a mission as singularly important as the one Gera was chosen for. I mean, sure, he volunteered for the mission, but he didn't just volunteer. No, Gera was contacted. Maybe he was contacted after the first three candidates declined the job, but fourth out of hundreds of thousands wasn't exactly shabby either! Pa called him a fool, and Ion? Well, he used some more… choice language. Neither of them thought going was a good idea.

Like hell he wasn't though! Who in their right mind would decline getting paid to ferry people across fucking galaxies? There was, of course, the slightly unsettling nature of his briefing. Gera wondered if the lead pilot had received similar instructions. He resolved to discuss it with them once he figured out who the hell they were. "I'm yer pilot, Miora. Donna go callin' me nothin' else, less ye want me to rearrange yer face, a'ight? Now, what are ye stations, ladies?"

Well that answered that question.

Gera approached Miora, and tapped her on the back. "Co-Pilot Gera Zsoldos reporting for duty," He said with a smile, giving a mock salute. "I hope you're as capable as you are old fashioned!" And by old fashioned, he meant hundreds of years old type of old fashioned. Who the hell was this person? She intrigued him, to an extent. At least this trip wasn't making out to be a boring one.

Anton Kyznetsov - Doctor

Anton strode towards the crew's rendezvous point, his thick, human hand clutching a heavy duffle bag. The left hand's metallic counterpart was holding on to a similar bag, and was thankfully free of pain. Peering out from beneath his flat cap, Anton spotted a small gathering of individuals. Two soldiers for certain. Who are the others? Too early to tell. Most likely part of the crew. He advanced on the group, standing a respectful distance away. He could afford to wait.

[Assistant] *Marie calmly plays with the straps on her overalls, smiling and kicking her feet causing them to hit the seat infront of her.*{What shall I gather or fix while I'm there? Oh I hope to find a new plushie to bring home! I wonder who else is on here probably no one I know... What if someone on here also as a bunch of tattoos! Oh how much fun it would be talking about our tattoos together!} *She giggles at this thought as a huge goofy grin grows across her face and she teaches for her bag and pulls out her two plushies and hugs them both tightly* {Big Bro is probably so proud of me right now!}