[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
The ball of energy grew bigger as it got closer, destroying the pillars and everything around it. It was massive and dodging it was not an option. Zuri noticed Raiya when she chanted something and started to glow. She could feel the energy emitting from Raiya, mesmerized by her aura and the runic circle that stopped the horrifying ball of energy.

After Raiya told Zuri and Travis to not get involved and to formulate a backup plan in case she doesn't manage to end the life of their opposition. "I'll try my best, Raiya!" Zuri says before she tags Travis' shoulder and says "Let's not be too close to the action.." before moving away from Raiya to avoid getting hit by a stray attack.

[Assistant]
Despite Raiya's amazing speed, Rutger was still able to track her quite efficiently. He made no attempt to dodge, instead uttering the phrase "Grande scudo!" Afterwards it projected a giant runic manashield to block Raiya's multiple blades. Despite the immense force it was taking on, his shield barely even began to crack. Unlike his partner, Rutger was a man of little physical capabilities. All of his skills were dedicated to the magical arts and advancement of his mind.

Rutger scoffed. "Blue, green, yellow, it doesn't matter what color you turn, you're a fool if you think you can best me all by yourself." He commented before adding another enchantment. "Veloce!" Rutger shouted, his drab purple mana-shield suddenly fading into a bright yellow. The shield suddenly grew so bright that it exploded with a potent flash, easily strong enough to temporarily blind someone's eyesight.

Rutger used this chance to teleport to Raiya's side and attempt to blast her below the ribs with a magically enhanced concussive blow. When Rutger used his teleport, a ping like noise could be heard.

[User] Hmph, a flash of mana energy as a flash bang. That would not only disorient eyesight but temporarily disorient inexperienced and sensitive manalysis users as well, interesting. Raiya thought as she rebounded from the force of colliding with her opponent's shield. While she hung in midair, her opponent quickly joined her, quickly blinking in and following up with a short ranged concussive attack. None of this was a surprise to Raiya, though, as she had been tracking her enemy easily this entire time without eyesight. Her enhanced senses allowed her to not just hear, but also smell her enemy's location and proximity. Raiya quickly extended her right hand out to her side, using her own small magic concussive blast to launch her out of the way of Stockton's attack. This sent her in a bit of a spin that might have been disorienting for others but not her, she used the spinning of her body to launch into another attack, an iaijutsu slash charged with a bit of mana for extra cutting power. The attack was on course to connect with Stockton's left shoulder, and would split him diagonally if he did not dodge. Raiya also charged up an aura around her body which she was ready to disperse into a doppelganger illusion just as she did in the fight with Dawn and Dominick before. If Stockton dodged, she was ready to use her blink technique at the very moment she released her clone, she would blink behind Stockton while Stockton would be focused on the mana outline she left behind and follow up with another Hachimantai no Yamata no Orochi to her unsuspecting enemy.

[Assistant]
Reaching the next room didn't take long and there was thankfully a lack of obstacles that stood before them. However in hindsight, it became apparent upon reaching a particular corridor where a trap had only just gone off recently. Travis noted the fresh arrows that either lay embedded into the wall or lay scattered across the flow. Someone clearly went through this way and made it out unscathed due to the lack of a body or traces of blood for that matter.

Travis and everyone else had then arrived to their destination to a room notably spacious and played host to an active light source. It was then evident that the individual that had been ahead of them was at the opposite side of the room. Upon closer expectation, Travis could make out the apparel and appearance of the interloper whom seemed focused on a large door at the end of the room. The person in question resembled an earlier image Nemo had shown of Rutger Stockton of the Arcanocracy.

Almost immediately, Raiya and Rutger began waging a skirmish of statements and declarations. Raiya, getting straight to the point, presented Rutger with her ultimatum; leave or die. Rutger on the other hand, presumably unfazed by Raiya's heated advisory, countered with verbal disparagement over Travis' teammate. That's when things became personal. Travis didn't know the history between Raiya and Rutger other than the basic facts such as Raiya's parents having been unfortunately murdered and her initial inclusion with the Catholic Church until things ended up going South. All he could gather and assuming that this confrontation was a feud that was now boiling over with intense emotion and mana radiating from Raiya. So much so that the expulsion of such pressure via her manawell was enough to kick up powerful artificial gusts within the room.

It was then that Zuri presented a rather logical if not blunt query that overlapped and contradicted with the tone of the moment regarding the existence of any scheme or strategy in dealing with the situation at hand. Travis simply hissed in reply, "Not really..."

Rutger finally made his own declaration; one that Travis really didn't want to hear but knew was inevitable. In the blink of an eye, Rutger had quickly invoked a sphere of rapidly expanding energy that sailed toward the group at high speed. With so much ground it was covering in such mere seconds, Travis truly thought it was the end for him were it not for Raiya's timely and ethereal response through her new empowered form. The spell she followed up with resonated and quickly dispersed the Rutger's attack before it could cause any fatal damage. Looking back and him and Zuri, Raiya advised them to stay back and develop a contingency in the event is she were unsuccessful in dealing with Rutger herself; a notion Travis was eagerly pleased in carrying out and not having to participate in the exploding battle before them

"R-right," he sheepishly replied before retreating with Zuri to a safer position.

Having fled the immediate scene, Travis took the opportunity to observe the battle has it played out. There was no doubt about it that Raiya and Rutger's combat skills far outweighed his own as he struggled to keep up with the swift movements of each participant and the spells they deployed. It was then Travis came to a realization of Rutger's own skills and devised that the Arcanocracy rep seemed reliant on the spells he used rather than displaying any physical feats, something he had scene through his conflicts with Roy and Lori whom only used spells as only a means rather than their core method of engagement.

"That fellow has quite the mana well," Travis said to himself as he continued his study of Rutger through the use of his manalysis.

It was then he recalled something he had brought with him that could very well turn the tide of this new conflict if the situation demanded it. Travis instinctively rummaged through this trench coat's internal compartments and produced a transparent icosahedron that stored within it the rune he had created, one that could silence a Paragon. He looked at his creation and remembered what Felix has said and what the rune could very well do if its application had be redesignated. Travis was still uncomfortable with the though on using it on any living being but the matter seemed to have created an exception he may just have to undertake.

"Zuri," he suddenly called to his teammate beside him, "you recall when you, you know, turned in to that large shadowy entity when we were still aboard that ship? Think you can do it again?"

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Rutger used his blink to get out of the way of her blade's slash, emitting a high pitched ping noise when he activated it again. It was then while he waited for another strike he sensed something from behind. "Parlor tricks!" He yelled, looking behind himself at the last second to see Raiya's sneak attack. He didn't have the time to generate a proper shield like before, only emitting small barrier close to his skin to keep himself from being punctured as a last ditch defense.

Rutger grunted from the blow and was pushed airborne. While he wasn't cut by the strike, it did tatter through his robes a bit and bruise his side. Before landing back on the ground he shot out three lightning fast explosive blasts, one for each of the teammates.

As soon as he landed however, Rutger raised his arms up, generating a gigantic war hammer made out of pure purple mana and slammed it down on the ground towards Raiya with enough power to easily uproot the stone floor quite a bit. The creation was far too big to be used regularly, but with the use of telekinesis he was able to wield it. From the looks of it, this seemed to be a modified use of Felix's own manaegis technique.

[Assistant] She tried her best to observe the movement of their enemy that stood before them, but to little avail due to her lack of knowledge with magic. Zuri's attention went from the fight to Travis when he called out for her. She wanted to know what Travis had in mind, so she replies with "I think I can, but what do you want me to do in that form?".


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 19th

Age: 33

Class: Templar

Occupation: Knight

Species: Human

Appearance:

Clothing Style: (See above)

Personality: Vance is very strict with the rules that he was raised by, and keeps these morals as his guides in whatever he does. He has a strong sense of justice, and what he feels is right and wrong. He's easy to get along with, as long as he doesn't suspect any foul play has been done by those around him. Though he is quiet, and reserved in his opinions of those around him, he is usually empathic to those who he is near.

Likes: Order, protecting those who can't protect themselves, camping.

Dislikes: Disobedience, injustice, disagreements.

Past/History: Growing up, Vance was seen to be quite skilled in the healing arts, and displayed a fierce protectiveness of those around him whenever they were being mistreated, or bullied. This led to him being recommended to the knighthood for training to become a Templar. In his teenage years, he showed promise, but the hopes were dashed when he saw a friend get killed, and the murderer walked, due to a technicality in the system. Vance went out that night, and killed the man himself, thus betraying his order. He went into hiding for years, just recently emerging again after a hiatus, leading a nomadic life mostly in solitude after the 'incident'. Time hasn't done much to alleviate his feelings of guilt for his betrayal, though he was never caught, or brought to trial for his own crimes. He has been traveling across the land, trying to do everything in his power to right his wrongs, helping anyone who will accept it, and never take payment for his deeds. The first place that he approached was the forest town of Masa(May-sa), and he considers that his 'home'. He can never again go back to his kingdom for fear of being charged for his crimes.

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ADRIAL HACKIS

Adrial took notice of the mans tensity and displeasure at what he had to say, his Elvinian eyes took notice of his quivering jaw, the clenching of his teeth along with the silent glare he was given.  He thought curiously, until the man spoke.

"Wait a minute- go back to what you said earlier. Do you really leave men to bleed out? That... That's horrible. I mean you have the ability to save lives yet... You choose not to?- Please clear this up for me because it's bothering the hell out of me."

Adrial silently glared back at Jeer, his facial expressions slowly twisted and shaped into a bitter, exasperated scowl, nostrils lightly flared in enmity. His voice changing from calming to more bothered and slightly heated.

"Really? You are asking me... why? Why on earth would I bother saving a bunch of ignorant, selfish and abusive simple minded soldiers who only see me as a tool for their own safety and get themselves hurt on purpose because they believe just because a cleric is by their side that they have every right to be reckless?!

They wouldn't be able to comprehend the sheer amount of concentration, energy and training that is required to bend every single broken blood vessel and vein inside a mans body! Working the flesh until its healed by carefully and swiftly stitching together each bit of bloody tissue by my own mental strength! Do you know what thanks I get for staring deep into the bloody murderous wounds of hundreds of thousands of soldiers who are crying out in agony before me? do you know the sheer horror of having to stare into a mans dying eyes to heal him? Do you know the praise I receive for bringing the many back from the brink of death, at the cost of my own sanity, my own willpower and potentially my own life?!"

Adrial clenched his fists tightly and grimaced, turning his face away, as his expression changed from pure anger to a mix between both hatred and heartache, a slight tear formulating in his eye as he stared away, reflecting on his previous experiences as his eyes met his boots.

"Nothing... You are treated like nothing but a dog... a pet who's only purpose is saving others who don't deserve it. I get no rewards for my actions, no praise, no acceptance. I'm simply a tool to be abused because I can do things others can't. A hundred years. A hundred years... of murder... And my reward was just my life... while many gained medals and were showed in gold and praise... I was granted nothing, not even a simple thank you..."

Adrial's expression soured, twisting his gaze back to jeer, his eyes blazing with hostility and aggressiveness.

"So why bother saving those who just hurt people in the end? Why bother saving the life of someone if they will never thank you, and crush you under their heel when you're done "saving them". Let the brutes and monsters die... And if you're the type of person who willingly rushes out to get hurt... And force me to plunge back into the horrors of that previous, grim reality... I will let you die a horrible, painful and agonising death... I won't let reckless neanderthals plunge me back into the emotionally scarring carnage of those times... I won't allow it."

His last words were bitter and emotionally harsh, the cleric turned quickly, proceeding to stroll away, leaving jeer and his companion to themselves.

VELTIS ARUNDA

"I am here for the quest to slay the monsters which have become a nuisance to this town, and the surrounding areas. My name is Van.."

Veltis calmly listened to the knight, his left hand laid upon his hip whilst he elegantly and nonchalantly brushed his long, flowing white hair in front of his face behind himself, which shun with a elegant glow as the light of the sun rebounded its rays off of the impossibly smooth and silky hairstyle, along with displaying his smooth and soft skin, void of inperfections, definately one to take care of how he looks, if atleast somewhat overcared for...!

What a wonderful thing to hear. He thought. That someone had the same mindset as he did, Perhaps the two would meet again in the near future hopefully wished silently, his smile never once wavering when Vance spoke, not even when a sudden fairy would speak up out of the blue and reveal itself to his eyes.

"Hi! I'm Eve!" "What's your name?" "Did you sign up for the quest too?" "Wow, a bow!" "Are you good with it?" "How many monsters have you killed?" "You're cute!" "I love those shoes!"

Veltis, put his right foot back in surprise, but almost instantly relaxed as the adorable fairy spoke, retaining his calm, collected and stylish pose once more, hand on hip, he let the fairy return to what he assumed was a companion of hers.

 "Sorry for the interruption. My name is Vance Meridian. I am a Templar from Masa. I am skilled in the ways of white magic, both to heal, and harm." He said. "And you are?"

Veltis gave his arm a surprisingly strong and friendly handshake, before pulling back and with a slow turn, Veltis put both arms behind his head and turned with his back toward Vance, his body twisting into a rather odd and flamboyant side angle as does his head, so he could just about look behind him to view Vance, thus being able to speak to him, his eyes almost glowed from the suns shine upon him, both his golden and green eye shining and looking with grace to both Vance and Eve. Once he posed, Vance would notice on Veltis' back in all it's glory a large bulky greatbow the size of a man attached to his back, with a large boxed quiver behind it, holding impressive large arrows which would definitely require some strength to pull, which didn't exactly seem possible on Veltis' feminine, slim physique.

"Ah, I happen to be graced with the bow! Greatbow to be precise! A strong weapon with superb firepower, though admittedly slow to fire, I'm much better at working in a team, so should we join arms at one point in our lives, you would find me a compulsory unit to your group!"

Veltis bent his right arm back, and slowly stroked the mithril string of his large bow, pulling and releasing the string gently, which made an echoing reverberation, before the Hero turned fully around to look at Vance with his arms still behind his head, smiling dearly at him.

"I however am just one man. I am no stronger than anyone else who desires to change our realm for the better. I hold no person below me, nor above me, I treat all those who seek to build a better world as my equals, and I thus seek to make sure that those who act in malice are forced to see the error of their ways or are removed from realm, my desires are as simple and plain as that! It would be impossible for me alone to accomplish this, but over the years, I believe this would be possible...!"

Veltis' arms rested at his sides, deciding to politely bow in respect before raising his head up to speak again.

"But where are my manners! My name is Veltis Arunda, no titles, for I do not deserve them! It is truly an honor to meet you, Vance and of course your beautiful companion, eve! 'Tis a pleasure to be graced by two people of, if I may be so bold, unmatched refined elegance!

I would very much enjoy meeting you once again! I pray the quest goes well for both of you! Should I be payed, I plan to give my reward to the beggars of the city, too many are stepped underfoot, and they need the comfort of a warm bed as much as anyone! Farewell, Vance, Lady Eve!"

Veltis once again elegantly bowed and waved gently before proceeding to walk away, to await the groupings.

[Assistant]
The woman who had helped her earlier was waving at her with a sincere smile. Elisha found it rude to not wave back, even if she wanted to avoid giving the older woman a misunderstanding. She shyly tries to force a smile, as well as waving back.

One of the other adventurers however bumps into her as they were walking, which causes her to lose some of her balance. Thankfully she was able to catch herself, but not without hitting somebody else. After regaining her footing, Elisha takes a few steps back before bowing as low as she could towards the person she bumped into.

"I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you," she said as sincerely as she could.

Upon lifting her head, she noticed that this was the person who was signing up alongside her at the line. "Louis... Françoise Le Blanc... de La Vallière... was it?" Elisha didn't have the best memory, but extravagant names such as his somehow keep sticking out for her. "It's a lovely name. Just... long."

However, her stomach suddenly makes itself known by growling. "Oh god, why now?! Ssshhhh~!" Blushing madly as well as clutching her stomach, she was hoping that nobody heard the noise it made.

"I-I'm sorry for my rude manners. I-it's just that... I haven't had anything since last night," she continues before she returns to bowing.

[User]
As Louis was raised in a very upper-crust home, he was brought up on a very strict code of manners (is that a thing; code of manners? Ah screw it, it is now). There were strict ways to do things, and things that you strictly couldn't do. Bodily noises were one such thing. However, that was normally...urg...gas expelled from either the mouth or rear (gah! Such a ghastly image). The cries of a person's stomach were a little different. First of all, you couldn't tell it was going to make that noise until it actually happened, and even then you couldn't stop it any more then you could stop your own heart from beating though shear force of will. Secondly, it didn't release any offensive gas into the air. While the upper class may be complete snobs, at least they weren't completely unreasonable

With that in mind, Louis opened up his bag and pulled out a gourmet breakfast sandwich, wrapped up in cloth to keep it clean. "You shouldn't embark on such a quest without eating something" he said while holding it out to the girl with the noise stomach. Suddenly, his brain finished processing what his mouth had just said and panicked "d-d-d-d-d-don't misunderstand I'm only doing this so you don't e-e-e-embarrass yourself! As a n-n-n-n-n-noble, it is my duty to fix such obvious mistakes before me if it is within my power to do so" he claimed, his cheeks tomato red "really! It's not because I think you're pretty or anything, that's simply absurd, get such thoughts out of your head!"

[Assistant]
Vance and Eve both listened to the man's philosophy, and way of life, and for the most part, Vance agreed with it.

When Veltis turned around, Vance found himself admiring the bow that was on his back. It was beautifully crafted, and it looked like it could be deadly in the right hands. He imagined Veltis using it with a fusion of both power, and grace. It was an impressive thought, and he hoped that he would get to see it someday.

After a firm handshake, and a nod, Vance spoke. Eve seemed to be smitten with his posture and the way that he spoke.

"There are many evils in the world, and it takes people like us to make sure that peace is preserved in these dark times." He said. "You're one of the good ones, Veltis" he added.

Eve had a small blush, and a big smile appear on her face as Veltis referred to her as 'beautiful'

Vance found even himself admiring Veltis. He was one of the good guys, and he would surely be a powerful ally in the fight for good. He wasn't too bad on the eyes, either, as Eve pointed out.

As Veltis walked away, Vance watched him, and then looked to others who were around them. He suddenly felt a new sense of purpose in doing this quest. They money was good, but these people, all of them, were worth saving. He truly hoped that he, and Veltis, would cross paths again.


[System]
Title: Lady Stelsa of Ash Falls
Age: 15

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Appearance: Stelsa is considered pretty. She is taller then your average 15 year old girl. She has the typical brown hair and green eyes of a Lashton, but her other features are practically a carbon copy of her late mother. Her long wavy hair reaches all the way her spine. If she is not wearing her hair just plainly down, she is most likely sporting the popular braided stylings from King's Landing. Her most prominent feature is her eyes, which are a magnificent mossy green color, that meld into a dark blue rim around her iris. Stelsa has always been tall and slim. Thankfully she shed the awkwardness of puberty, and finally grown into her womanly curves. She has a dainty nose, pink lips, and a pretty smile.

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Personality: Stelsa is a clever, optimistic, and quick-witted girl. She has a sharp tongue and a direct way of approaching things, thus she is not afraid to speak her mind. Her mouth has gotten her into trouble on more then one occasion. She is only just learning to think before she speaks. As a child she was an energetic, and tenacious girl filled with life and humor. She's never been a fan of people who treat her like a child or think they're better then her. She wants to be strongly independent, but being so young that's not always possible. She likes to appear afraid of nothing, and knows how to put on a brave front, but don't let her fool you. She is not a brave as she makes herself out to be. Her Septa raised her with a strong moral background, so Stelsa values fairness and charity quite a bit. But in certain facet she can be a very unforgiving person. She knows how to hold a grudge, and she has turned payback into an art form. She is extremely loyal and protective of those she loves and puts her trust in. Overall Stelsa is a bright young lady, but also a tad impulsive.

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Bio: Stelsa was born in Ash Falls castle, to Lord Renault and Lady Lucia Lashton. As a little toddler she was soft-spoken, sweet, and always full of smiles. Her brother Radford was 5 years older, but he quickly became her protector who she absolutely adored. Her early years were spent in the gardens together with her siblings and mother. Lady Lucia would read her children poems, and tell them stories as they giggled and played. She loved watching her brothers practice their sword fighting, and archery. Stelsa spent most of her time barefoot and following her brothers around like a little shadow. When she wasn't following them around, she was either in her mothers lap, or playing dolls with the cook's daughter Perra, who would later become her best friend.

Around six years old, the once sweet little Stelsa quickly turned into a sassy spitfire. An inordinate amount of her time was spent flinging mud at the blacksmith's boys, chasing chickens with Perra, pranking her siblings, and making her Septa's life hell. For the next year she was basically an irritating little hellion, who refused to listen to anyone but Radford. Thankfully that phase ended when she was seven years old, just after her older sister Bryna was married off to Ser Marwyn Belmore of the Vale. Stelsa was her father's daughter, and though she looked like her mother, her personality was more similar to her father in his youth. She would always remain impulsive, and aggravatingly plain-spoken, the complete opposite of her sister goody-two-shoes Bryna.

Stelsa and Perra spent quite a bit of time adventuring around the waterfalls, and playing pretend in the woods around the grounds. The blacksmiths youngest son Jeems always seemed to join them in their shenanigans, and so did her brothers on occasion. But the little trio were mighty good at making trouble. Sadly the news of Bryna's passing came a year later. She had died from complications after a miscarriage, and the family didn't take it well. She and Bryna had never gotten along, and the nine year age difference didn't help make them close. But her death still crushed Bryna, and it took its tole on her parents. Loosing their first born changed them a bit, at least from what Stelsa observed.

Unfortunately the hits kept coming and two years later when Stelsa was ten, her mother become deathly ill and quickly passed away. She hadn't been able to say goodbye to her mother before she died. The Maester had made sure to keep everyone away for fear of others catching the disease too. The understanding that her mother was gone forever devastated her, and life seemed to change inside the castle after her death. Everything was more somber and serious. Stelsa spent the next few months with red rimmed eyes, and tear soaked sleeves. She tried hard not to cry in front of anyone, but it was clearly visible to everyone that Stelsa was hurting.

Growing into a young woman without her mother was difficult to say the least. From her perspective everything seemed to be changing, not just her body. Her friend Jeems started acting differently towards her. Septa started going on and on about how Stelsa needed to start acting more like a demure highborn lady. Even Perra started spending more time with a boy from the village. Apparently there was no more time to play with dolls, or run around pretending to be dragons in the woods. According to the world it was now inappropriate for her to swim in the falls in her undergarments. The time between girlhood and blossoming into a woman was full of frustration, confusion, and to much change.

Now she is fifteen years old, and though Westeros is in chaos, it hasn't really hit home yet for her. Possibly because everyone tends to shield her from the big bad world. Her fathers remarriage to lady Madeline, was not taken happily by Stelsa. She knew her father loved her mother, and he already had more then one possible heir, so why take another wife? In her eyes her father had betrayed her mother's memory by marrying again. And Stelsa has made sure her option is abundantly clear. She has not been intentionally mean to Lady Madeline, but she does tend to passive-aggressively treat her as an outsider. The idea of Radford also marrying is something she finds annoying. The stress of the realms issues can be felt through her father, brothers, and all the adults in the castle. Stelsa is quickly finding out that she hates change. And thankfully no one has brought up the fact that she is of marriageable age.

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Thoughts on the current situation of the realm: She has no expertise to give an educated option with, but she believe that rumors of King Joffrey legitimacy are just rumors until proven otherwise. And if proven otherwise, she knows that by right the throne is Stannis's, but if she could have her pick of Kings it would be Renly because he is handsome and charming.
-- I Will add bits to her bio when other family/household characters are made.

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Madeline still fidgeted with the necklace that was around her neck as she watched the men of Ash Falls or The Ash Men as they were called, gallop away on their horses. She had let out a soft gasp after remembering her Lord's words about Tyrion's visit and quickly turned heel to head back towards the castle now. When she was inside, she closed the door and stood on it, back first with rapid breaths escaping over her parted lips. Madeline may have been the Lady of the house but she was really not ready to host someone with the caliber of Tyrion Lannister all by herself. She tried her best not to panic around others as she walked with her usual stance, head held high and hands clasped before her then went to the barking orders.

"Please alert me whenever Tyrion's close. Make sure his chambers is ready and that we have the wine he requested there. Whores, does he still like his whores?" She questioned but no one responded as she held a hand to her head with those rapid breaths coming from her again. Madeline was not ready for this type of responsibility but she was definitely handling it to the best of ability. "Go and make sure Lady Stelsa is ready for Tyrion's arrival." She said politely towards one of the handmaidens nearby, who bowed and scurried to do as she was told.

Again, she started to fidget with the necklace around her neck as she could not help but worry about her men, more importantly Lord Renault, Ser Marvyn and Radford, out there on the battlefield. She hoped that they remain safe and come back home to her and Stelsa. Not that she did not care about the other men but her Lord and Radford, along with Ser Marvyn were more important to her than anyone else. While she started a trek towards the dining hall, a male, a guard came over towards her and muttered. "Lord Tyrion is here, my lady." The guard mentioned with bow as Madeline nodded her head and dismissed him with the wave of her hand. 'Great.' She could not really wait for Stelsa to show her face so with all the courage mustered up inside of her and three guards surrounding her, Madeline walked with a sense of pride towards the double doors that lead to the inside of their castle.

Now that she was outside, she plastered a greeting smile among her lips and opened her arms in a welcoming manner as her eyes gazed up towards the guard addressing Tyrion and his men. "It's quite all right. Tyrion's an important guest here and shall be treated as such." Madeline said as the guard stood down and allowed Tyrion along with his men to enter further into the keep known as Ash Falls.

"Lord Tyrion. I shall apologize for my Lord Renault absence but I am here to make sure your stay at Ash Falls is quite enjoyable until his return." Madeline spoke with a bow and in a calm and greeting manner as she followed those words with a smile. 'So far, so good. I hope anyways.' She thought to herself then cleared her throat before she continued to speak. "I am sure you'd like to rest from your journey. Malisa here will show you and your men to your appropriate chambers. Plus, my cooks are preparing a midday meal for all of us to enjoy."

She was doing really well or so she thought she was but since there was no one around to say otherwise, she knew that things were going well. "Oh, before I forget, welcome to Ash Falls." Madeline muttered and ended with another smile as she turned heel to walk back inside of the castle. When no one was really focused on her anymore, she exhaled a sigh and lowered her head towards the ground before quickly picking it back up and continuing on towards the inside now.

[Assistant]
Marvyn Kayne

Marvyn only nodded at his lord's joke, not allowing himself to laugh or break his stern, commander's compose. The vulture jokes had long outgrown their humor, and now only the nickname had stuck, thank's to none other than Renault himself, announcing "The victorious vulture!!" upon Marvyn's successful raids in the river-lands. After the dozenth time or so, everyone from Ash Falls to Kings Landing had heard the joke.
As the wake rode in front of the center infantry battalion, Marvyn could see the oncoming group of galloping horsemen quickly approaching. As they got closer, it became clear it was one of the scouting forces riding out in front of the main host. Leading the group, Radford, commander of the scouting parties. His ability to use his hawk as a forward scout made the decision quite easy for Marvyn and allowed for the boy to gain experience in a commander's position.

"Father, Lord Kayne, I've come to inform you that Lord Ryger's forces are only a few kilometers east of here, and they are headed this way." the young Lord explained. Marvyn looked to his old friend, giving a slight grin. Sometimes the gods can be just, others than can be a massive cock, today however, they we're bountiful. On the left side of the Lashton host, sat a large rocky hill, impossible for a horse to traverse, surrounded by a low density forest. On the right side of the host, sits a river that runs from the Godseye all the way to the blackwater, separating the forest from the dirt road they traveled. He knew this trade road, and the options for open fields for battle were thin, and they stood in a rather good spot for a surprise attack.

"Radford, I want you to pull back the scouts and have them spread the word, we are preparing an ambush." Marvyn turned slightly, gaining the attention of the men who sat on horseback around him. Clearing his throat, he spoke in his booming commanders's voice.
"I want every longbow men available on the western face of the hill, bows pointed east, no one comes down this path without us knowing. I want crossbowmen hidden in the tree line behind the river, out of sight, ready to strike. Steel hawks are to form up in a tight formation half a kilometer down the path. Center battalion is to form up behind them, left and right battalions maintain the flanks."

Marvyn motioned with his hands as his voice boomed over the troops, who had already begun to move. Turning back to Radford, he spoke again, "I want you to take all of the light cavalry we have and take them around the back side of the hill and be ready to come in and flank when the time is right." He commanded, trusting Radford would know when the time to strike was. Turning to the force under his direct command, The wake, he ordered his horse archers to split in half and cover either flanks of the steel hawks. The idea was to extend the front line, so when Lord Ryger approached he would think the entirety of the Lashton host was in line traveling down the path, and this would also prevent the Ryger's to get an accurate estimate of Lashton forces, as they could not see the troops behind the front line of horsemen. The soldiers of the lashton army moved with quick haste to fall into their positions, preparing for battle that was looking to be a slaughter.


[System]
(I'll add an image later)
Species: Pawniard
Age: 20
Appearance: For the most part, he looks like a regular Pawniard. The only notable difference is in his blades, which are somewhat longer and thinner than usual.
History: Growing up in a rich family, Lance lived a life of privilege and luxury. He attended one of the best private schools in the country, and though they weren't around much, his parents were willing to buy him almost anything he wanted. Since he was always fascinated by stories of chivalrous knights, this included a collection of swords and fencing lessons.

 As he grew older, he became quite good at fencing, even winning a few tournaments. Despite this, he was far from an expert, though he certainly seemed to think he was. He'd even managed to convince himself that his fencing skills would help him in an unarmed fight. Of course, his overconfidence would eventually come to bite him. He foolishly ended up picking a fight with someone much bigger than him. One punch was all it took to knock him out. By the time he woke up, he found himself in a strange place, in a body that was completely foreign to him.
Moves:
-Scratch
-
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant(Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest: Find a way to get back home.

[User]
Moves:
- Scratch
- Growl
- Ember

Health: Full Health

Status: Learning Hidden Power (Bug)

Ability: Blaze (increases fire-type moves when severely damaged)

Quest: To make the first guild in this pokemon-only, yet guildess world.

---

 Somehow, Trevor woke up somewhat early, at least, compared to the others, which was certainly new for him. By the time he would have said something, or tried to wake someone else up, however, they were already talking about training everyone, and somehow, Trevor managed to say "Yeah... sounds like a good idea," though, he sounded far from confident, for some reason. He then followed the kirlia outside, and under the umbrella, where she started to explain how the move worked, and what it was. Trevor knew all about the second half of this, but the first half would be news to him, especially since the games never really went into detail on how pokemon learned how to perform their moves. Trevor simply nodded at the instructions, and tried to focus, tried to clear his mind, however, that was much more easily said than done. Certain thoughts like Why can't I seem to talk to these other pokemon? and I hope I don't disappoint my team with this... clouded his mind as he tried, and tried again, failing quite spectacularly, each time... worse, he HAD to figure out how to do this if he was ever going to properly learn Solarbeam, and there were only a handful of useful sets that didn't include SOME kind of grass-type move for a charizard. Thus, in a bid to try to win a war against his own issues, he kept at it, he kept trying to the point where it was starting to frustrate him, which, of course, only made things worse, and, after a while, likely after everyone else had already finished up with their training, he finally managed to calm himself down, and actually empty his mind... was this finally the one that was going to work? Was he finally going to be able to use this move that would be a gateway to other moves, such as solarbeam? Trevor went through with the rest of the motions whether or not it finally worked. What Trevor was unaware of was the fact that he had already launched his sphere of hidden power... missing the target due to his bad accuracy at any shooting range, and due to the fact that he had his eyes closed, but still. The orb he launched was a sort of yellowish green color... not grass, and certainly not electric, and probably less useful than either to a pokemon like him.

[Assistant]
Celina

Moves:
:-Peck
-Growl
-Sing
Health: Fine
Status: Fine
Ability: Natural Cure
Quest: Get back home or help as much people as possible in this world

---

As Celina woke up, she went to get a bit of food, hungry in the morning, a bit groggy cause of the night. She stayed calm and listened to what was being said before going to head outside and hearing what their teacher was saying. So… hidden power eh? That could be very interesting to get, that is for sure. She thought about it a bit before going to clear her mind. She stayed calm, feeling the rain and wind falling on her. It was a bit hard to not think of anything cause of the rain that was falling on her, but she stayed calm. After some time, she felt some energy in front of her. What she saw was a bright green orb of energy… that launched and lobbed straight to the floor once Celina saw it and lost concentration on herself. She frowned at this and shook her head.  "I.. I will be guessing that was grass type."  She then said, shaking her head a bit, seeing some of the grass around where the orb fell just grow a bit to try to get to the orb that was once there. She breathes deeply and kept concentrating on this, staying calm as she went to keep practicing. She needed to master this move, cause grass type could be useful against water types that they might face considering all this rain. If they were to face someone that was really strong and was water type, it was best to get as many tools as possible to go and do this.

[User]
Moves:
Growl
Psywave
Astonish
Hidden Power (Fairy)

Health:
Full Health

Status:
Physically fine
Mentally elated and curious.

Ability:
Levitate - ground type moves are ineffective against this pokemon.

Inventory:
Bundle of Lava Cookies

Quest:
Scare some bitches and take their souls. Maybe discover the history of this world.
Become more familiar with this ghostly body and discover the extent of abilities.
Investigate the Berry farm, and still figure out what the heck she can do with this body.

---

Vi woke with a dopey yawn, staring at the ceiling, still half asleep. Well now, that was the weirdest dream she had in awhile. How spooky. The Misdreavus pursed her lips as she pulled the covers off of her. Dreams were considered prophetic in some cultures, and considering the situation, she couldn't discount it as something of such a nature. Morning continued, and food was handed out. She could probably pass and still be fine, so long as she could get some from somewhere else. If they were heading out, it'd probably be easy enough to get some nourishment from them being spooked.

Hidden Power huh? When she followed the others outside for practice, Vi was somewhat familiar with such things. It was a common practice in meditative practices all over the world. She had tried it a number of times before, but back on earth such things were good for relaxing, but not much else except pseudo science, even if it was fun to imagine otherwise. In fact, didn't she already sort of do this before with whatever psychic attack she used before?

Hm.

Well, one way to find out.

Vi closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath as she focused her mind, emptying it of all thoughts. Not too difficult of a task for her, of course, but it still took a few moments to get the feel of it. Cracking open an eye, she spotted a bright pink, sparkly sphere before it briefly fizzled out. Frowning, she attempted it once more. Keeping focus for longer caused the sphere to expand more, before she was able to launch it towards the target - barely missing and grazing it, the pink sphere exploding in with some sparkles.

"Huh, dunno what type that is but its kind of...sparkly?"

[Assistant]
Ravi
Moves:
* Swagger: Confuses opponents and raises their normal attack.
* Wrap: Binds opponents like a constrictor and does damage while opponent is constricted.
* Bite: Bitten with viciously sharp fangs. It may make the target flinch.

Health: Full
Status: Good
Ability: (Shed Skin) May heal itself from status conditions by shedding its skin.
Inventory: None
Quest: Make friends and get along despite his intimidating voice and appearance.

---

 "Please move..."

Ravi's thrashing movements were noticeable from underneath the blanket. Dreaming that everything besides his quivering tongue was immobilized and unable to flee the approaching flames. In reality, the nightmare had him scooched closer to the fire and contorted his body into a pretzel knot. Instantly undone as he was startled awake by a sudden noise and flash of intense heat. As a tiny spark erupted out after the log was dropped in, landing dangerously close to his tail that was poking out of the covers. Was he being attacked!? Eyes open as he sprung into action, making a scary face with a gaping maw ready to unleash a powerful hiss that instead sputtered into a silent sigh.

...Oh — it was only the adults wandering through the barn. His posture quickly relaxed as he looked around at his teammates with a smile, relieved that he hadn't stirred them from their slumber. He wasn't that much larger than they were, but he still found their tiny sleeping bodies precious to behold. Helping him pull some positive thoughts out for a pep talk. "Another wonderful day to be alive! Time to go make myself useful to my providers and companions! I can do whatever I put my mind to!"

But the adults seemed so busy that he didn't wish to interrupt them by asking if they wanted help with anything. So he conquered that nagging feeling by slithering by and politely greeting each member as they woke up. "Morning," followed by their name, "sleep well?" He didn't care if the recipient was too drowsy to respond, as long as he shared his happy vibes. Interrupted by the smell of food getting brought to them, likely waking up the ones lagging behind. Impossible to have any expectations, since he didn't eat last night, the food provided appeared perfectly sufficient to his eyes. Strongly deciding yesterday that it wouldn't benefit him to be too gluttonous in the wild during uncertain conditions. His stomach would grow accustom to the amounts of food he was digesting and divide the energy accordingly. But eating when he wasn't strictly hungry, caused two setbacks. First, his body got sluggish and he needed to stay speedy. The second was falsely prepping himself to expend more than what he'd normally take in. Seraph explaining that they planned to train them outside in the rain, as he enjoyed his breakfast, slurping down the bowl and swallowing the toast whole.

"An excellent idea. Maybe I'll offer to help Honey forage for supplies." Ravi thought.

Then Seraph went on to describe a Hidden Power, that unlike those that knew the games better, it was a concept that sounded completely foreign to him. But a leader wasn't supposed to act clueless. So he carefully considered what should be asked about this move, without saying a stupid question. Perhaps, it would be beneficial to let the others speak up, so he could listen intently and piece together assumptions from the information. Though her advice to empty the mind and focus, contradicted his plan to cram it all in his head. So that's what he did, imagining an orb to pop out of his forehead…how grotesque. What element would best synchronize with his abilities and prolong his survival? Surely, the most vital tool to a Seviper was having powerful venom and poison would be the inevitable answer.

[User]
With Seraph's advice on how to aim Hidden Power Nathan went back to learning it. Unfortunately it took him some time to create the water orb again as he kept reminding himself to aim with his eyes and because he kept getting distracted by the semi-successful attempts of the others.

Eventually though after another thirty-seven minutes he finally managed to keep the orb lasting enough to aim at the target. Not wanting to wait too long and give it change to fade away or explode again Nathan tried to launch it soon as possible. He looked at the target with one eye closed to help him aim and tried to mentally force the attack towards it.

The orb moved somewhat erratically simply the Seedot couldn't stand perfectly still which slightly changed with part of the target he was looking at, but it seemed to be mostly on track. In the end though he whiffed it as the ball of water went just barely past it.

Moves:
Bide
Health: Full health.
Status: Learning Hidden Power (Water-type)
Ability: Early Bird
Quest: To get his hands back and learn more about this world and how and why he got there.

[Assistant]
Lance
Moves:
-Scratch
-Hidden Power(Bug)
-
-
Health: Full Health
Status: None
Ability: Defiant (Raises Attack when a stat is lowered)
Inventory: Empty
Quest:
-Find a way to get back home.
-Head to Stardust Village.

---

 Lance awoke to the sound of wood being dropped into the fire. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but the brief moment of confusion quickly subsided. The others seemed to have woken up at this time, as well. As their breakfast was handed out, Lance noticed that it was significantly less than they'd received last night. Of course, it was understandable. They'd already said they were short on food.

 They had all headed outside soon enough, to a clearing with several targets set up around them. This new technique they were about to learn seemed simple enough. All they had to do was completely empty their mind, and she seemed to pull it off fairly easily. It quickly became apparent, though, that this was much more difficult than she made it look. Lance found that clearing his mind was much more difficult than it seemed. The more he failed, the more frustrated he'd become, which only made it more difficult. He had to take several breaks to calm himself, but eventually, he did manage something. A glowing green sphere appeared between his blades, and it made some kind of hum, almost like the buzzing of an insect. Lance was somewhat surprised at its sudden appearance, which, of course, caused it to disappear instantly.

 The second attempt was much easier, now that Lance had some idea of how to pull it off. He knew what to expect this time, so it didn't immediately dissipate, either. He took aim at one of the targets, though he wasn't entirely sure how to aim it. The orb flew, headed to a spot nowhere near where he was trying to aim. Though it just barely hit the outer ring of one of the targets, it wasn't the one Lance was aiming for. It was only through luck alone that he'd managed to hit the target at all. "It may be a while before I can effectively use this in combat. Still, thank you for teaching this to us. You said it would help with the ghosts, yes?" It was clear that he would need to practice more, though at least now he had some way of harming the ghosts.


[System]
Age: 777
Gender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)
Breed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')

Physical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )
Parael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.

Talents:
Parael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...

- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.

- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.

History:
Parael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world ("I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.

After coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city ("'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.")

Celestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours.

This protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of "protecting children from the homosexual menace." Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.

Caradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop.

To the supernatural "public" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince ("And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.")

With the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...

Psychological Profile:
Parael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky ("Except for Orion, that sly stud!"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.

Possessions:
Parael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.

He does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament ("I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest."), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers ("I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!").

Yes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low...

[User]
A Day Before Autumn Arrives.

Gray stretched in his cheap foldout chair, letting out a drawn out yawn. Again he lifted binoculars to look through the narrow opening in the motel's shoddy blinds. Autumn had sent him on ahead with a decent promise of pay as usual. Gray was almost disappointed by the fact that she wasn't hiring him to hunt something in particular. There's was little information to go on. Looking at the fact that Autumn generally didn't have a "little" information to share made this mission a little unnerving. Now is a different story.

Gray focused in on a group of what appeared to be gangsters or local thugs. They'd been moving around the neighborhood way too much in the last hour. It was obvious they were looking for something and doubly so to Gray that they were involved. They slipped through another alleyway moving at a pace that didn't match the general laziness of the modern gangsters he knew. The hunter's professional opinion: They were monsters up to no good. And they weren't the first.

Gray adjusted the shoulder holsters holding the two Glocks in place underneath his arms. There was going to be action soon but not enough to suit up for quite yet. He needed to lay low and contact Autumn before getting rash. That's what he was being paid for right? After all, he hadn't witnessed this much suspicious activity since he dealt with the haunting at the old Argonne grade school in Wisconsin. Incidentally that ended with a satisfying explosion that forced the government to officially condemn it. Good times.

Gray pulled out his cell phone, went through his speed dial and hit the call button. A secretary answered and he moved his mouth to speak before suddenly stopping. There was a small gasp of air and no more. A cold shudder ran down his spine. Silence. A person on the other end said something he couldn't hear. Gray ended the call and dropped the phone on the stained carpet.

"CRAP! What the hell was that?" He spouted, venting his sudden frustration. That felt almost like what a seizure patient would describe. This was bad. Not just bad! House cat eating dead owner because he can bad. Some kind of voodoo or magic was affecting him. Whoever had that kind of power meant really bad news. Time to leave and get backup before things got worse.

Gray grabbed his one suitcase, stuffed a few loose clothes in it and headed down the stairs. "Leaving early?" The mildly attractive receptionist asked as he slowed to a more casual pace. It was always best to not be suspicious. In this line of work it didn't just mean drawing unwanted attention from enemies but also humans who didn't need to get endangered. If this power and the local activity were connected it could mean New Camden would have to hire someone to change their population marker really soon.

"Yeah. Family emergency. Dad needs some help." He lied. It was pretty convincing too. "Sorry to leave so soon. It's a nice place." That was a lie too.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Stay safe." She said. That's exactly why I'm leaving, Gray thought. He threw the suitcase into his rented suburban with the other one and hopped in. Time to get out. He was already on the edge of New Camden so it didn't take very long to leave the borders. But that would have been too easy.

The suburban's engine sputtered and died as he rolled over a hill. After some coasting and light breaking he parked the car. He got out to examine the engine and found it to be in perfectly fine condition. It simply decided it wanted to turn off on him. Looking away from town he felt that compelling and nagging feeling coming back. An unnatural chill ran down his spine and made his legs feel weak. He simply couldn't will himself to walk away. "Trapped..." He whispered, his usual lighthearted expression collapsing.

Real Time

Gray had it easy laying low. Figuring out what was going on however was more difficult when all you did was watch through your windows. He had attempted a few times to call Autumn with very little effect. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he answered to find it was in fact her. "How? I.." He paused, a little surprised that he was actually speaking. "Where can I find you?"

[Assistant]
Karram stood from his crouched position and let out another quiet sigh as he heard several of the people inside blatantly talking about his presence. He shook his head again at his own stupidity before raising a hand to knock. Maybe they won't kill me if I just explain myself, he thought. He was just about to knock when he heard the faint rustling of someone behind him fidgeting with something. Karram quickly turned, his hand now underneath his trench coat with a firm grasp on this dagger...

It was a girl. Wearing a surgical mask? And honestly looking pretty suspicious. He could tell easily that she was up to something just from her faked posture, not to mention his immediate read on her surface emotions. Karram eyed her carefully before speaking. "May I help you?" His voice was loud enough that those inside the daycare could more than likely hear his speech. He didn't want them to be found out in the event this woman proved to be a spy for Nemsemet or what have you. His expression would remain cold and calculative as he awaited a response. Impatiently, Karram would repeat himself with a rather stern tone. "May. I. Help you?"


[System]
EDITED: Ok, now I'm home, I can post the full Character.
Gender: Male

Age: 16

Appearance:

Personality: Lucas is a little quiet around new people at first, usually keeping to himself. However, if he does befriend someone, he will risk his life to protect them.

Quirk/power: My Body is a Weapon! (Almost called it My Body is Ready! lol)
Lucas's quirk allows him to transform any part of his body into any kind of weapon he wishes, though he usually prefers to change his arms into blades or laser cannons. He can also put his arms or legs together to form a bigger version of the weapons, as well as adding his legs in if he's in the air, for a giant cannon. However, doing so shreds any clothing covering his arms or legs, as his clothes do not transform with him. The only exception to this, is his Hero outfit, seen in the appearance pic, as it's specially designed to transform with his body. He can utilize the blast from the cannons to launch himself in any direction he wishes.

Flaw: Firing the cannons, or any other ammo-consuming weapon takes up his own energy, depending on how big the cannon is. The bigger the cannon, the greater the firepower, but also greater energy consumption. Single arm/leg cannon/mouth cannon = 10 shots. Small shoulder cannons = 20 shots. Combining both arms into a single cannon/chest cannon = 5 shots. Combining both arms and both legs into a giant cannon = 1 shot. When he uses up all his energy, he will pass out from exhaustion. If he tries push on through the exhaustion and fire more times, he could kill himself. However, over time, with enough training, he can improve the energy consumption of his cannons, or his overall energy pool through stamina training. However, there is no downside to using his blades, or other melee weapons, other than his arms getting sore from prolonged use.

Reason why they want to be a hero/bio: Ever since he was a child, Lucas had always wanted to be a hero and save people, wondering what his quirk would be. Until one day during class, he sneezed. However, it wasn't any ordinary sneeze. As he sneezed, his mouth and nose turned into a laser cannon and blasted a hole through his desk, and about three floors of the school. Since then, the kids would tease him and call him Laser Face, and he hated it. Until one day, one of the kids was almost crushed by a falling rock, and Lucas blasted it away. From then on, he was called Laser Face not in a teasing, taunting way, but an endearing way. Later on he found out how his quirk actually worked, and the possibilities it held, and began training both his body, and practicing his quirk, so he could get into UA, the best academy for people wanting to become heroes, and even though he rarely turned his mouth into a cannon anymore, sticking to his arms mainly, the name Laser Face stuck with him throughout the rest of his school days, until he left for UA.

Favorite hero: Gunhead

Skills: Along with his quirk, Lucas also took martial arts to be able to fight without his quirk as well as better fight with the blades.

[User] The crisp, summer air hit down on the concrete before all of UA High school's large campus. Outside, three of the new teachers kept the press away from the entrance so that the new entrants wouldn't have nearly as much of a problem getting in. They struggled against the large bands of tape set up to keep them out by the hero: cellophane, alumni happy to welcome new heroes into the school. Growling angrily to make sure no one tries anything was a man standing in a cameo military uniform, holding a powerful rifle in his hand, his left eye like a target, the right with a large pupil. This was the one and only Deadshot, the hero with the best aim in the world. Finally, standing more to welcome the new heroes-to-be was the legendary number one hero in all his fame and pride, standing proud and tall: Deku!. As the three awaited the new students they would happily welcome them in with a 'congratulations on making it in!' or 'good luck' with the occasional pat on the back. As each student filed into their classes, the press backed off knowing what would happen if they tried to force their way in. Those of the Hero would be making their way there, dressed in the newly ironed uniforms, taking in the large building, now ready to meet their fellow classmates. The room was large, open with a perfect square of desks neatly set up for students to sit in. There appeared to be far more seats than the class would actually consist of. Before them was a podium that would be used for a teacher to stand up and teach the students. There was no teacher to be seen, however, and as such, the chalkboard that read: "find a seat" could be seen right behind the podium. And so the first class of UA was going to begin.

[Assistant] Lucas looked around, taking in the sights as he approached the entrance. He then searched for his classroom and, upon entering, found it to be empty. "Huh, guess I'm the first one here. I figured more people would have been excited and gotten here early, like me." he said to himself. He saw the sign saying to find a seat and decided to pick one in a corner, near the window. He wondered who their teacher would be, as well as who else would be in his class with him, and what their quirks would be like.

[User]
Haley walked between the hordes of the press rubbing one of her shoulders as she was fairly embarrassed from all the attention. She briefly looked at Deadshot and almost couldn't contain her excitement, if it were not for the crowds of people with cameras and microphones she might have squealed with joy. As she walked towards the gates of the UA High school her excitement started to show in her movements, he walk had changed into a slight skip.

Then as the gates passed over her head and there was nothing obscuring her vision of the massive UA complex her eyes actually began to water. I've made it! I am actually here! She squealed quietly to herself so she could vent some of her excitement, she slowly calmed down as she made her way to the changing rooms. She was happy finding that the uniforms had long sleeves, but less so about the short skirts. She was glad that she brought a thick pair of her own leggings. she was shy about her body even tho her parents strive to convince her otherwise.

After changing it was finally time, she was walking up on the door to her classroom and she was kind of nervous. Don't worry Haley you got this! I'm sure they'll be friendly! I hope. She slides the door open and only sees one kid sitting up the back, oh. She smiles and gives a small wave. "Hi." She can't help but feel like she needs to say more but can't think of anything, she then looks at the board and then takes a seat on the very right of the second row of chairs. I wonder where the teacher is.

[Assistant]
Seth let out a yawn as he walked towards AU. He had been up all night helping his dad work on a client's car. She had wanted the car ready by next month, but her son was being deployed early and wanted to know if the car could be done today. His dad assured her that the car would be and told Seth to head to bed while he finished up. However, Seth protested and said the two of them could finish a whole lot faster. His dad thanked him and the two worked on the car until 3 AM before they decided the small amount the needed to do could wait till tomorrow.

The next morning Seth helped his dad with the little remaining work before he headed off to AU. He was so tired that he didn't notice the oil and grease on his hands, arms, pants, and a small line of oil on his right cheek. He let out another yawn as he passed by a group of reporters that was heckling some of the students heading into AU. They paid him no mind until they saw him turn and head inside the Academy grounds. They tried to get his attention, but because of his noise canceling headphones blaring rock music. He didn't hear them call to him.

He saw where the students were heading and soon followed them. He walked into the class room and looked around. He narrowed his eyes to focus them on the chalk board until he could read the words.

"Guess we get to choose our seats," He said to himself before he yawned again. He maneuvered his duffle bag's strap on his shoulder and loud clangs could be heard inside of it. He then proceeded towards the back of the room and took a seat. He placed the duffle bag on the ground causing more metal clangs before he placed his head on his arms and started to fall asleep.

[User] Lucas almost jumped when someone suddenly came into the room. He turned to see a girl walk in, look at him, and say Hi. He stared, dumbfounded for a bit, thinking Wow, this girl is cute... Then he shook himself out of his thoughts and, turning slightly red, said "H-Hi!" and waived back to her. Good one Lucas, now she probably thinks you're a creep for staring at her. Just then, someone else came barging in, covered in grease, and making a racket, before picking a seat and dozing off. He took a deep breath and got up from his seat. If he was going to be a hero, he had to get over his shyness. And what better way, than talking to a cute girl? He slowly made his way toward her seat, nervous. When he finally reached her he took a deep breath and said "Umm, hello again. M-my name is Lucas Buki, p-pleased to meet you!" He took a bow, and whacked his head on her desk.

[Assistant]
Izayoi Kageyama

It was an...odd feeling, being back in a public school after so many years of home tutoring. Well, this wasn't exactly a 'public school', in the strictest terms of the definition...more like a Private Academy, but the feelings still stood! Izayoi Kageyama made his way to the designated classroom, his lithe form smoothly avoiding collision against rushing students as they fought to make their way to their classes before the 'tardy bell'. Honestly, he found the entire situation somewhat amusing...most of 'em had spent at least five minutes outside, gawking at the Academy building, so he didn't really see why they decided to pick up the pace as soon as they actually entered the school...but eh, it wasn't really his business, was it?

Idly, the teenage hero ran a pale hand through his shaggy head of black hair, shaking the organized chaos with a flick of the wrist, before bringing his hand back down into his pocket. The school uniform was a bit annoying, but nothing that he hadn't expected - the slacks were slim on his long legs, and he knew that the blazer and shirt/tie combo complimented it well, so it wasn't too much of an eyesore. Still, Golden eyes twitched slightly in faux annoyance, Gray? Why such a muted color?

So focused on his thoughts, that Izayoi hadn't even noticed that he'd reached the classroom until he almost slammed face-first into the wooden door. Thankfully, reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly side-stepped the broad side, twisting the knob with a quick flick of the wrist and neatly stepping through the entrance. Surprisingly enough, there weren't many students inside - only a few...one girl, and two dudes, it seemed. Izayoi's calm, sharp gaze quietly flitted between the three, taking in everything he could see on the exterior.

The girl seemed pretty relaxed, all things considered, and the boy currently talking to her had just...hit his head on her desk? Izayoi's stoic demeanor threatened to break, so he quickly turned his attention to the other guy, unable to stop the slow, amused smirk that had fallen onto his lips. The ginger boy seemed much more in control than the black-haired one, that's for sure. He also seemed to have a lot of grease and oil covering his body...probably from working on vehicles before coming to the Academy today? There was quite a bit of it, too.

Alright then, the least he could do was help the guy out, right? No one probably told him that he was covered with grease. Kinda screwed up.

"Yo." Izayoi greeted the girl and boy - that was currently in the opposite corner of the room. He gave them a friendly wink, his amused smirk only growing as he eyed the two. "You should probably get that forehead checked out, man." He tossed his bag over his shoulder, heading towards the ginger boy on calm, casual footsteps. Once he reached the dude's desk, he leaned back on the desk behind him, dropping his bag on the floor and letting out a relaxed sigh.

"Ah...feels good to sit. Anyways, quick tip," Izayoi blinked his eyes, leaning forward a bit. One slender hand rose to point at the boy's face.

"You have oil on your cheek." His smirk turned into a crooked half-grin.

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Haley smiled as her wave was returned and had been looking back at the board when she saw another boy enter the room. She didn't look for too long tho she could still notice the grease on him. Is that really how he's going to show up on his first day? She shrugs the looks back at the board.

Then she hears the sound of a chair moving and turns around to see the first boy walking over to her desk. She internally panics slightly but still manages to greet him with a smile. She can feel his embarrassment and this both gives her confidence and makes her smile get a little wider. "It's nice to meet you to Lucas. My name is Ha---." She was cut off by the abrupt thud of the boys head on her desk. She couldn't contain her giggling.

Her gaze had shifted back to the newest boy as he verbally poked the boy who had face checked her desk. She then looked down at Lucas with a soft smile. "The name is Haley. Are you alright down there?" She had stopped herself from giggling not wanting to embarrass the boy more.

[Assistant] "Y-yes. I'm fine." he said, standing straight and rubbing his forehead, which was now red from hitting it. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just usually shy meeting new people, especially cute girls." he blurted out. He then realized what he said and turned as red as his forehead. Crap! Why did I say that last part!? I am such an idiot! "I-I'm going to go back to my seat now." he said, slumping over as if he just lost an important battle, or failed an important test, shuffling back to his seat.


[System]
Appearance: A powerfully built muscular woman at 5'10. She has pale white skin and dark black, military cut hair. Corina has hard, jagged facial features, and is often confused to be scowling when she isn't. Overall, a quite intimidating appearance.

Rarely found wearing anything other than military wear.

Age: 28
Race: Wildtype
Citizenship: Horizon

Personality: A strong willed career soldier that rarely lets her emotions get the best of her. Corina has a great respect for authority and power, and is obedient to a fault. When given a command by a superior, her only thoughts are of the strategic and tactical ramifications of the order. Orders in a morally grey area tend to haunt her, though Corina will carry them out anyways. Over the years she's developed a reputation as one of the best soldiers around.

Away from the battlefield, Corina is not much different. She is often viewed as cold and mechanical. Many find her difficult to talk to, as she rarely lets personal sentiments get in the way of her role as a soldier. However, those that have been by her side in battle typically find that she is somewhat friendlier towards them, and will occasionally go out of her way to help them if they need help.

History: Corina's grandfather and great-grandfather fought in the Race Wars for the Federation, starting large military family that has served both the Federation and Horizon. Her mother, a soldier following in Corina's grandfather's footsteps, and her father, once a small-time politician within the Federation, defected to Horizon once the Quantums ended their period of slavery, along with other members of her family. Corina's nuclear family was raised entirely in Horizon.

The youngest of four, Corina was the only sibling to follow the family military tradition. The military life suited her, and Corina quickly became an excellent foot soldier. During her time on the ground, Corina was often stationed in unstable areas within Horizon and tasked with containing those rare racially-charged violent conflicts in the nation.

Theme Song:
This.

Cog: Farfalla
Physical Description:

More or less what you see here, except painted in a black and grey digital camo pattern and minus the "wings" on the back. Maybe they could be thrown on later?

Tactical role: All-around Support
Evaluation:

* Cog Score: 7
* Pilot Skill: 8
* Mental Fortitude: 9
* Obedience: 10

Weapon/Equipment/Special Systems List:

* Arm-Mounted Multi-Purpose Weapon System, or the AMMP for short. The AMMP has two parts: the left arm, which deals in Mass Weaponry, and the right arm, which utilizes beam technology.
* AMMP-L: The left arm has three firing modes. The first is a high caliber, medium ranged heavy rifle that deals a high damage output. A single round could destroy a moderately armored target, but the drawback of the rifle firing mode is that it has an incredibly slow rate of fire, at just 10 rounds per minute. The second firing mode is a small caliber, extremely high rate of fire machine gun, limited by its short range, relatively weak stopping power, and tendency to overheat if fired continuously. The machine gun fires at almost 2500 rounds per minute, achieved by utilizing four separate barrels firing in tandem. The final firing mode is a grenade launcher that operates at medium range. The travel time of the grenade launcher is very long, so enemy movement must be predictable in order to be used effectively. The grenade launcher can fire standard high explosive grenades, smoke grenades, or incendiary grenades.
* AMMP-R: The right arm has only two fire modes, similar to the first two of AMMP-L. The first fire mode is a high caliber cannon, similar to the rifle on AMMP-L, except it fires at 15 rounds per minute. The second is a machine gun similar to that on the AMMP-L as well, firing at 1500 rounds per minute and utilizing three different barrels.
* Anti-beam Multi-Mech Field: An anti-beam field that can effectively shield up to two mechs in addition to Farfalla, but they must remain at close range. At full power it has negative effects on Farfalla's firepower and movement speed, but not much.
* Missile defense sytem: Launches high intensity flares in an attempt to redirect missiles.
* Heavily armored in order to sustain large amounts of damage. Makes Farfalla somewhat slow moving, but used in tandem with the thrusters allows Farfalla to take hits for allies.
* High intensity thrusters that can be used in very short bursts.

 Wishlist:

* AMMP shield attachment: AMMP-L would be able to lay down a front-facing wall of armor, while AMMP-L would be able to deploy a front-facing anti-beam shield that can be used for additional cover.
* Farfalla's wings: While not strictly "wings," they would be vertical thrusters that allow Farfalla to take to the air and hover for a period of time.
* A reaaaally long list of various upgrades made to AMMP and the thrusters and such.

[User]
Arienne didn't have time to marvel at the carrier. She saw the black cog and all her doubts went away. Her face broke into a silent and large snarl of a smile.

Before Dr. Alberton could speak, Arienne (having participated in plenty of zero-g hunts through asteroid fields and derelict spacecraft) kicked off towards her 'ideal' cog. She marveled at the sleekness, the stealthiness and speed that the cog seemed to exude.
She steadied herself against the face of the black cog, holding on with both hands and staring at the visor in rapt impatience.

...

"You and I... We are going to have some great hunts together!"

[Assistant]
Corina had had a little zero-g experience before, but not much. Being a foot soldier, Corina felt out of her element in space; it occurred to her that that was going to have to change quickly or else she would not have a very good time on this assignment. Within moments, she grasped the basics of zero-g movement and maneuvered relatively well.

She did her best to pay attention to Dr. Alberton's briefing, but lost focus as the well-intentioned scientist began to ramble. Her eyes wandered, making contact with the black and grey colossus that was her cog. Like Arienne, Corina moved away from Pharazon and Dr. Alberton, immediately lost in the titan's features; it didn't take her long to identify the various weapons systems and functions of the cog. At a glance, it spoke for itself; two big guns, high intensity shields, and heavy armor. It was a powerful, enduring soldier, just like Corina. And she already had a name for it: Farfalla. The Butterfly. The name exuded the elegance and grace Corina saw within the cog.

Corina managed to avert her gaze long enough to lock eyes with Pharazon and Dr. Alberton. She gave a slight affirmative nod, indicating her approval and commitment to the cog project, and to her own cog.

[User]
Arienne floats over and settles next to Corina with arms crossed, also staring up at Farfalla.

"Hmm... quite the tank this one."
Turning towards Corina, "I hope I can count on your protection from now on. If mine is as quick as it looks, then hopefully I wont need, but you never know."

[Assistant]
Chie mostly tuned out her father's explanations. She had already heard them, read any materials they produced on piloting, and then read them again once more just to be sure. And then seen her COG multiple times by this point. However, as she watched all the other pilots look up at their machines in awe, she couldn't help but feel a bit smug. Not only had she seen the COGs time and time again, but she also had the best out of all of them. In the tiny girl's mind, there was no question that she was piloting the absolute greatest of all the machines. With a rather arrogant smile, she strolled over to take position in front of the large hulk of a machine that was 'Boom'.

"Your COGs are fine, and all," she began, folding her arms over her chest as she spoke in a rather haughty tone, "But there's no question that my Boom is the greatest out of them all. Whatever yours can do, anything she can do is just plain better! She might not be suited towards close combat, but it's not like she'll ever have to fight anyone up close! She's got cluster missile launchers located in her chest, six on each side, and that's not all! Her shoulders are also full of missiles, at a farther range too! And she can use a rocket rifle, or a laser rifle!"

Moving her hands from her chest to her hips, Chie let out a small laugh. The little blond girl was supremely confident in her COG, that was for sure. "Hu hu hu~ You might as well not have bothered showing up, Boom is the best COG here!"

[User]
Pharazon saw Corina's nod of approval and returned an expressionless nod of acknowledgment. Pharazon also noticed Arienne's fascination with her cog, which relieved Pharazon who suspected that Corina and Arienne may have had misgivings about the project. Such misgivings no longer seemed to be a concern.

"Ah, Ch-Chie, e-even if your cog is great, p-please try to be more more respectful of your comrades," Dr. Alberton said in a deflated fashion.

Pharazon tried simply to ignore the Albertons altogether, "If you don't have any questions, then you have twelve hours of free time to unpack, explore the carrier, or catch up on sleep to get a head-start in aligning your biological clocks with Universal Space Time if you didn't get a chance to do so at the Space Elevator. A map of the ship has been sent to your personal drive accounts along with a fleet encyclopedia, which should be useful if you are confused about terminology or protocol. You have free access to all parts of the ship. For the time being, the Bridge and Engine Room are open as well so you may explore those locations if you wish. Usually, you shouldn't go to those places if you have no business being there, but..." Pharazon looked at Dr. Alberton, expecting him to explain why such protocol-breaching levels of freedom had been granted.

Dr. Alberton jumped in, "Ah yes, well since the cogs are based on your personalities, it is hypothesized that if any strong forces were present to change or alter your personality, way of thinking or decision-making processes, your ability to pilot optimally may be negatively impacted. A decision was made to give as much freedom and flexibility to the pilots as possible as long as it did not compromise the mission or jeopardize the safety of others. This is also why you were not subjected to professional military training."

Pharazon's eyes lingered on Chie for a fraction of a second too long when Dr. Alberton said his last remark. "And there you have it," Pharazon concluded, "If you would like to talk to me, I'll be in my office in the Barracks."

[Assistant]
Arienne turns to Chie with a smile,
"Yes, Boom does look very strong indeed. I hope you will leave a few enemies for us to deal with or else I'll get bored on the battlefield."

Then she kicks off from Farfalla and lands near Pharazon and Dr. Alberton.
"Lieutenant Commander, when will we be debriefed on our cogs? Can I start now? I wont take it out for a run or anything, but may I sit in the cockpit and familiarize myself with the controls and systems?"

[User] "Why, yes you can," Pharazon replied to Arienne's question. Pharazon came as close to 'beaming' as their generally expressionless demeanor would allow, pleased to see such professional enthusiasm. "You can see catwalks that lead right up to your cogs' cockpits. At the end of the catwalk is a diagnostics console. Consult it for more information on your cogs, and let the console scan your drives to gain entry into your cogs. Now each cog is unique from what I can tell, so what you find inside may differ from mine, but my cockpit lets me run practice simulations, so I'm assuming that yours' will also."

[Assistant]
Corina folded her arms, nodding at Arienne. "That's what I do best. Just keep me from being outmaneuvered and I'll keep you from being outgunned," she replied with a slight smirk. She had good feelings about this project, her cog, and even about Arienne. Everything seemed to be falling into place perfectly, and Corina fit right in.

She restrained a wince as Chie rambled on about how she had the best cog. Unfortunately, Corina may have jumped the gun on that one: almost everything fell into place perfectly. The girl was still proving to be a handful, and at some point somebody was going to have to start babysitting her. Pharazon didn't seem remotely interested in the task, and it was Corina's opinion that Dr. Alberton was astoundingly underqualified. Arienne seemed to be handling the girl well enough, but too often Arienne's attempt at light chat with Chie was taken as patronization.

Corina sighed quietly. She had often been an anchor for squads and units she had been assigned to, be it mentally or emotionally. Her mental fortitude and unwavering nature saw to that. More often than not, teammates relied on the consistency of Corina's mechanical personality that allowed her to deliver so well in battle. But how did that combat dynamic play out when a child was involved? There was a lot of work to be done before these four could even begin to call themselves a functioning Lance.

With Pharazon's dismissal, Corina decided she would follow Arienne in the familiarization of her cog. She made her way up to the catwalk leading to Farfalla and began to analyze the various information detailed on the diagnostics console, taking in the information and beginning to turn Farfalla's strengths and weaknesses into tactical strategies in her head.

[User]
Arienne thought about getting into her cog, but decided that she would save it for her maiden test flight; to make it all the more special. Instead she spent a few minutes downloading the information from the diagnostics console. Over the next 12 hours, she will parse through and learn all there was to know about her new cog.

Before heading back to her quarters to sort through her luggage and settle in, Arienne floats over to Corina at her own diagnostics console.
"Lieutenant, do you spar? If so, it would be great to have a sparring partner and work out sometime."

[Assistant] Corina looked up from the console. She mentally shelved Farfalla and the relevant data she had been going over to focus on the conversation. She turned to Arienne, "I'm no stranger to the sparring ring. If what they say about cogs reflecting our personalities is really true, then it's clear to see that you and I have very different styles, so it'd be an interesting match." Corina caught her tone sounding dismissive; she straightened herself out slightly before apologizing, "Sorry if I seem disinterested. I'm a little distracted right now with everything this console is telling me." Corina motioned awkwardly at the console. "In any case, I could use a sparring partner. People in the PDF were sick of sparring with me. Something about being a wall of muscle."