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Description:
Human Form

Dragon Form

Demigod Form:

Age: 17

Race: Dragonite

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Interests: None. He's never had time to find a hobby

Favorite Interest:: None, see above

Dislikes: He dislikes who have more ego then competence, those who kill for fun. But most of all; he dislikes himself.

Person of Interest:

Bestfriend: None

Rival: None, doesn't have enough self-esteem for a rival.

Most Hated Word: None

Quote: "Everything is just so fragile"

Important Value in Life: None, he doesn't see much value in his own life

Favorite Food: Meat...just...meat

Ambition: None

Sin Guilty of Most: Wrath

Title: Has yet to receive one

Combat Style: Close range brawler. However, he does have a few ranged attacks

Weapon Preference: None, he fights with his bare fists

Egis Name: None yet

Egis Weapon Type: None yet

Egis Weapon: None yet

Contracted Deity: None yet

Deity's Element Alignment: None yet

Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet

Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet

Magic Systems: Elemental, Spiritual

Element: Fire

Weakness: Water

Magical Level: D

Special Skills:

Dragonite Strength; Nathan possess a level of physical strength that far exceeds that of most other races.

Dragonite Durability; Like other members of his race, Nathan can take a lot of punishment before his life is in danger

Dragonite Elemental Affinity (Fire); As a Dragonite of flames, fire is barely able to scratch Nathan. Allowing him to survive fire spells that would kill someone else, while only taking moderate damage.

Techniques:

Expel Fire; Nathan expels fire from his body. Either from his mouth, or from a specific body part (effectively engulfing it in flames). Due to the fact that these are flames created by him, and he posses a racial resistance to fire, this doesn't harm him at all. However, this doesn't extend to his clothes.

Overdrive; By pouring Spiritual magic into his bloodstream (allowing it to be circulated throughout his body with minimal effort on his part), he can further strengthen his already formidable body.

Inferno Overdrive; A combination of the previous two techniques. By adding Fire magic along with Spiritual magic into his blood stream, both magics travel to and enrich every part of his body that needs blood. This ignites his entire body in a spiritually charged fire. Not only making him dangerous to touch, but boosting his physical power beyond what a normal Overdrive does. However, because this completely destroys his clothes, he avoids using it.

Dragonite Transformation; An innate technique of his race. Nathan can fully or partially change into his dragon form. How much this changes, and what is changed depends on him, as there is not default 'hybrid form'. The name is merely a catch all term for when a Dragonite's body is partially human and dragon. From growing certain body parts to match the size or shape of his larger form, converting his hair into scales, sprouting his wings, or even growing horns.

Personality: Nathan is a relatively calm person. Most who meet him tend to think that he's a pretty balanced individual...but that's not the truth. In reality; Nathan is a very jaded individual, having gone through a lot of horrible things in his life. Because of this, he is very slow to trust anyone. He's also afraid of his Dragonite blood, as he feels that because of it if he lost control, he could hurt something or someone. Having heard many stories over the years of dragon's rampaging through towns and villages hasn't helped.

He has reached what could be considered a self-esteem equilibrium; he has just enough to not be suicidal, but not enough to care about insults. He also has a deep seated fear of having people messing around with his mind.

Biography: The earliest days of Neltharion's life were without a doubt his happiest. For reasons he never knew, his family (his father, mother, and himself) lived alone in a cave atop a large mountain. The lived a simple life, yet they were happy. That all changed when a group of hunters came and attacked them one winter. While his parents would normally be able to dispatch them with easy, the hunters used some kind of strange bubbly green gas to weaken them. Scared out of his mind, his parents distracted the hunters while sending Neltharion out of the cave through an emergency hole that had been dug for just such an occasion. Nathan escaped before the gas could affect him.

The next day, once he had gathered the nerve, he returned to his home. What he found there shattered his little heart; his mother and father both dead. Their bodies looking like that had caught some kind of plague. With a heavy heart, Neltharion carried his parents down the mountain and, with his bare hands, dug them a grave to share.

He was only 7 years old.

After that, he wandered around aimlessly, having no clear goal of purpose in life. When he was on the brink of starvation, he was found by a strange old jewelry maker. The old man took him in and nursed him back to health. For the next two years, Neltharion lived with him and helped out around the little cottage they now shared. Their time together came to an end when he passed away.

After his death, the cottage slowly began to fall apart. Within a few weeks, it was no longer habitable...so he left. After that, Neltharion did some light mercenary work to support himself. As a Dragonite, he had enough physical strength to compete with adults twice his age. One day, when he was unwinding in a pub, he saw the face of one of the men who killed his parents. The x shaped scars over his left eye and the tattoos on his forehead were unmistakable. Consumed with a sudden need for revenge, Neltharion made his way over to the man and his companions (who he guessed were also there that day). Neltharion made it clear to the man what he had done before he attacked. However, a few minutes after the fight began, Neltharion blacked out.

When he came too, everything was either on fire, crushed, or both. While he had no memory of any of this, he knew that this had to be his fault. Horrified at what the cost of his revenge was, Nathan fled.

Name: Danny Mason

Description:

Demigod Form:

Age: 17 1/2

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment (Chaos Frame): Neutral Good

Interests: Pretty much anything that isn't morally ambiguous, or outright immoral. Danny is the kind of guy who makes sure to enjoy his life as much as possible.

Favorite Interest: Cooking

Dislikes: Bad people, senseless violence, stuff like that.

Person of Interest:

Bestfriend: None

Rival: None, there isn't a competitive bone in his body

Most Hated Word: None

Quote: None

Important Value in Life: Happiness

Favorite Food: He loves everything

Ambition: To fully enjoy his life, and to find the dragon who killed his father.

Sin Guilty of Most: None

Title: Has yet to receive one

Combat Style: Danny prefers to win his battles by out-thinking his opponents, using his magic in creative ways.

Weapon Preference: Tonfas

Weapon Name:

Egis Name: None yet

Egis Weapon Type: None yet

Egis Weapon: None yet

Contracted Deity: None yet

Deity's Element Alignment: None yet

Deity's Chaos Frame: None yet

Deity's Affinity Rating: None yet

Magic Systems: Elemental, Alchemy, Spiritual

Element: Water

Weakness: Fire

Magical Level: C

Special Skills:

Alchemical Vitality; Thanks to his repeated usage of Spiritual Magic and Alchemy on himself, his body has grown very adapt at removing toxins and other impurities. The process can be sped up if he uses Water Magic to help it along.

Techniques:

True Hydrokinesis; By using Alchemy and Spiritual Magic, Danny can control water to a far greater extent. He can do things like alter surface tension, change it's temperature, and even control in it's gas and solid states.

Personality: Danny is the kind of guy who's always ready to greet each new day with a smile. The way he see's it; life is too short to waste moping around, so he does his best to spend every moment he can happy. He also can't stand to see the people around him upset, and goes out of his way to cheer them up

Biography: Danny was born the son of a farmer in a sleepy little village. His life was pretty much what you'd expect for a boy raised on a farm...until the 11th year of his life. It was that year when A rampaging dragon attacked his home. It's scales were blood red, and it was somehow on fire. Fortunately, it didn't seem intent on killing people, just mindless destruction, so there were only a few casualties...including his father.

A few weeks after the dragon attack, an old mage passed through their village. After a brief interaction with Danny, he took him on as his apprentice. The man taught him everything he knew about water magic and alchemy...in between drinking sessions. As it turns out; the old man was a raging alcoholic, and the only reason he took on Danny as an apprentice was to have someone around to clean up after him (and to keep him from doing anything else overwhelmingly stupid while drunk), but Danny didn't mind. In between lessons, Danny taught himself spiritual magic, something that the old man had plenty of books on. When Danny asked him why he couldn't use spiritual magic despite having so many books on the subject, the old man replied that he only learned enough to keep his kidneys working. Still, no mater how much time passed, Danny never forgot that dragon...

[User]
Axel paused, and part of him was talking to himself and the other was talking to Aart, "This is bad. This is really bad." He managed to get the terminal working, and surprisingly accessed the crash data without much problem. If it was sabotage, whoever did it seem to not interfere with the ships analytical protocols.

Axel paused again, making an audible breath that echo'ed through the speaker, "I had set up a system to record any data about any incident where one or more of the ship's systems was compromised. I managed to salvage the results, however, it is gibberish. It is just, random junk code that ends up meaning nothing. I can't find any immediate evidence of sabotage in the system, either someone really knew what they was doing to bring the ship down without me noticing, or.."

Axel took another deep breath before going on, "I.. I.. I just don't know. According to the analytics, all systems was at normal functioning rate, and then something happened that the ship tried to record but end up just producing junk. The data stops before the crash, so I will have to manually check the status of the ship's system, however, I am not optimistic about it."

[Assistant]
The beast when it was trapped in he ball concentrated its energy and devoured the ball with its own energy. When it managed to escape form the ball that was created by Nathan it was evident that regular magic wasn't going to work on this enemy. One could only think what could work on this beast as it only stared at Danny and Nathan pressing its foot at the ground like it was about to charge at them once again.

The girl who was fighting her beast earlier managed to defeat her enemy then looked over and saw that there were two people in the air. Both of them who were male which she saw they were trying to use magic to subdue their demon. She could only shake her head since she knew these beasts could not be defeated by conventional magic alone. She didn't know whether to get involved or to just watch from a distance as she let her sword kiss her ankles as it glowed brilliantly like when the moon shone downs on the shimmering waters of the lake that its reflection embraces.

Tsukiko had been watching what was going and saw that Danny and Nathan were in the area. She took a look behind her and the man who had saved her earlier was gone. Also the beast he fought wasn't around either. She didn't quite understand what was going on. The man was there a moment ago, but when she became fixated on the girl and her two colleagues he slipped away without her getting a chance to thank him or ask for his name. It was okay for her to move her hand away from where her skirt was being lifted up in the air by the energy of that individual since he was nowhere to be found and all she could see was a giant black spot on the ground which looked like the imprint of the beast. She heard a familiar female voice yell out and ask where she was. She softly spoke just loud enough for her to hear her, "I'm over here."


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Linus Guiren
Well, they'd decimated the biomachine in a satisfying, cacophonous display of gunshots, fire, and explosive. One down, one to go. The clearer – and honestly annoyingly bossy – voice over the comms affirmed that the other construct should be put down before they'd lead it to the park. Sound advice, though with all the saying and no doing from the mysterious ally, Linus didn't appreciate it as much as they otherwise might have.

Escaping through the burning forest as they were, getting to that other platform-esque machine wasn't exactly easy though. Linus managed to weave between the trees with the occasional slight boost from ether – which they'd provide to the Reclaimer as well if she were near enough – until the Celaderaka had clear line of sight. At that point, they took a hold of their energy rifle and provided support fire. This weapon was capable of the longest range out of their arsenal, so it was the most appropriate. If so many of Linus' allies hadn't already congregated near the construct, they'd might have lobed another grenade at it, but as it was, they refrained.

Some of their allies looked a bit worse for wear, but at least they were all still eagerly going at it. Revenge was sweet, even if they were only able to destroy some of their enemies. But at least it would mean a nuisance, a financial cost, a failure of the enemy's mission, and a warning to them what messing with Linus and co. would lead to. All in all, a tentative success for a party who was betrayed, ambushed, and had sent a vastly superior force against them. Of course, it would only be a true success if they wrecked this remaining construct, escaped to the park, and met with what Linus really hoped wasn't another trap.

To fulfill that plan, Linus contributed to the hell they were all raining down upon the thing. Especially after that vrexul ally of theirs fired their Hellhammer at it. Now, that was helpful. With a hiss of triumph, Linus ramped up their rate of fire and coated their ammo in ether, so the impact would pact more of a punch. They were still careful with their aiming, since they didn't want to hit any of the allies nearby. Despite that, they didn't doubt their combined efforts would be enough to crush the biomachine. Then, the only thing to do would be to haul it to the park asap, before the forest burned around them and trapped them into the whole mess with the remaining enemies. Simple plan, perhaps a bit of a tricky execution, but nothing that should prove unconquerable.

[Assistant]
Reclaimer

Corsica

Her strategy, if it could be called that, worked. Using every single mine may have been overkill, but it worked. They had one less problem to deal with. Corsica couldn't help but marvel at the how the flames danced on the trees. Truly, it was a powerful sight. One that caused her vocalizer to emit a faint, hoarse laugh.

There wasn't really much time to gawk at her work. She continued to run with Linus, the occasional boost from the ether causing her to oddly stumble. Not enough to trip, but enough to make her running disjointed as she accidentally took steps either too short or too long. Like a flash of light or loud crash, the sudden usage of ether only contributed to sensory overload. A slight distraction.

With Linus gaining line of sight, so too did Corsica. There wasn't actually much for Corsica to do besides shoot it. Such was the life of someone who specialized in dealing with biohazards; she could only perform in regular combat in a limited capacity. Besides her go-to plans of shoot, mine, and silicon-carbide blades, there wasn't really much strategy she could add. Under the request of another, she'd just try to fire some rounds at the target. Who knew, maybe they'd set the ground underfoot on fire and that'd mess something up. Though, her firing pace was much more relaxed than Linus'. The encroaching fires from the forest didn't pose much of a threat to Corsica. The plasma mortar certainly did, but she'd only die here if it was her fate to die.

Anyways, she started firing.


[System]
Gender - Female
Rank - Warrior
Clan - Boulderclan
Appearance -
Personality - Often, is a quiet and observant type of cat, although she can appear withdrawn. Introverted, but will love being in the company of good friends. She doesn't view Oakclan with hostility, rather, neutrality. Kind of a worrier. You could say that she is a worrier warrior. (sorry)
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Burrpelt (Brother)
History - She and her brother were born as barncats. They grew up spoiled on the fat mice that bred in the warm of the barn until their parents were caught in a cat trap and taken away, never to be seen again, by animal control when the barn changed hands. Screefoot and her littermate fled to look for a new barn, and never found one. They wandered and killed whatever they could (difficult at first, for the wild mice turned out to be smarter than barn mice) until they stumbled upon the newly-forming clans. Her brother, not wanting to struggle for survival in a harsh mountainous environment, opted to join Oakclan. She is unaware of his deputy status.
Other -

Name - Burrpelt
Gender - Tom
Rank - Deputy?
Clan - Oakclan
Appearance -
Personality - More of a thinker than a fighter, he can hunt and give orders but fears the day he might have to fight Boulderclan- especially because that is the clan of his sister. As a result, he advocates for peace as much as he can without sounding like a suck-up or a coward. He will not hesitate to defend himself and his new clan, however. Likes a good chat.
Relationships (Family/Mate/Crush) - Screefoot (sister)
History - See Screefoot
Other -

Name - Cinnamon
Gender - Female
Rank - None
Clan - None (will join OakClan)
Appearance -
Personality - Always likes to point out the bright side of a bad situation. Although she is not very good at fighting, she's overprotective of those she feels close to- something that could easily get her killed. She also assumes the best of everyone, another potentially harmful trait.
Relationships - Leaf (friend)
History - Cinnamon was born the runt of the litter in the middle of a dirty city. Despite constant teasing by her littermates she loved her family, but was separated from them when a dog attacked the abandoned shed where they lived. Although she wanted to go back to them and check for survivors, by the time she'd managed to lose the dog chasing her, she was hopelessly lost. She wandered off into the country and met Leaf, quickly becoming friends and glad to have someone to survive with.
Other - is a cat.

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The she cat touched noses with her mate once more before he left the cavern with the others in search of the small kit, her tail reaching around the two kits with her and flicking Sagekit on the back of the head lightly. "You do not worry Ravenfeather like that. She's been nothing but good to you." She scolded the kit, acting like a mother already even though her own kits had yet to be born. It bothered her rather easily when any of the kits disrespected the older Queen, or worried her since they were children. They should have known better by then, but none of them paid enough attention, or thought about what they were doing before they went wandering off.

Riversong removed her tail from the kits, curling it over her own paws and watching the remaining warriors within the cavern camp. Her annoyance with Sagekit was clear, even as her own mate was gone, though her worry never faded. Owlkit was small, easy prey for a fox or, more likely, a raptor. He may not have even gotten for before falling or eaten by something and she knew what kind of devastation that would bring to Ravenfeather.

---

The tom stood as the apprentice paced around him, talking as if he had all the time in the world and for the second time that day, the former rogue realized he was given the most ignorant and idiotic apprentice of them all. He would have much rather have had to answer to the idiot Amberleaf then to deal with this dim-witted apprentice. When the grey tom was finally done talking, Brimpelt was sitting down, his tail curled over his paws, watching something in the distance very intently. Gradually, he forced his attention back to the bore he just had to suffer though speaking and nearly just killed the kit there and then instead of subject those in the clan who were actually worth time to the useless blather this one was spitting out.

The warrior looked at Granitepaw, eyes focusing on him with such sharp attention he could have cut him, and what appeared to be a sly smirk twisted his lips upward, uncovering sharp canines. "Go tend to the elders Granitepaw. Check them for flees and ticks, change their bedding and bring them breakfast. Any word of complaint and you'll never learn to be a warrior." He didn't sound threatening, or call him names this time, instead his order was as firm as that of any respectable leader, and he turned around to walk away from him again, refusing to waste anymore time. "Let's go Snowthorn, we have a fresh kill pile to stock."

---

The soon-to-be apprentice settled back on her ledge when the warriors left the cavern, her eyes closing as if she was just going back to sleep though she was listening to everything she could hear. Granitepaw was being scolded by Brimpelt, and Riversong was clearly worried about Owlkit. The she-cat, who's pelt matched her nameksake, listened to the mentor-apprentice pair and scoffed quietly at them. The tabby tom could have done much better with an apprentice, herself being the top choice with Harepaw just beneath that. Both had drive and an attitude to match the rogue leaders, though the dolt of a male that bounced around as if he owned the place made her regret coming back here. She had never had much choice in the matter when she was found in clan territory by a ready to attack patrol. If she had refused she would have been chased from the hunting grounds she quite enjoyed, and thus put out of the place she had called home.

With her arrival at the clan she had quickly befriended Brimpelt, having pegged him as the one worth following, and she hadn't been the only one either. Timberfoot had been one of the rogues to come to the clan with the rogue leader, and was also a very respected warrior. Brimpelt had been quick to spot out the difference with Leopardkit, with her abnormal size and solitary attitude, he had begun training her in secret, knowing she may not have a worthy mentor soon. If he was ever leader she was to be his right hand, and most trusted, with his former second dead after a battle with the clan. They both intended to place him at the top of the clans, officially or not.

Standing then, with fewer warriors in the camp, she looked up toward the top of the cavern at the hole in the ceiling, but thought against climbing out it with so many cats able to watch her. If the kits did something stupid trying to mimic her the Queens would blame her instead of the kits stupidity. Leopardkit turned her attention to the cavern floor and jumped from her ledge, unafraid of any injury from the high fall and her rapid descent upon the dirty floor. Once down she glanced back at Riversong watching her, though the young cat didn't care to be seen as the walked straight toward the tunnel that acted as the main entrance to their camp. The place was harder for kits to wander out of unlike the Oakclan camp, and as the young cat walked out she wondered if she should go visit one of the rogues, or perch upon the Oakclan boarder until someone found her. Perhaps something interesting would happen then.

[Assistant]
Boulderclan
Copperpaw looked at his mentor confusedly "we...what? " he meowed confusedly, turned to look at the direction where the roseclaw looked at "What is it? what do you mean change of plans? " he meowed annoyed. He hated that he was kept in the dark, without being told the matter and his mentors panicing reaction interested him even further. Taking a sigh he waited for an answer when unfamilliar scent reased his nose " ...is it that cat...what you're afraid of? probably it's just a dumb kittypet that is lost " he meowed confidently.

Snowthorn overheaded the conversation with Brimpelt and Granitepaw. She slowly followed Brimpelt when the tom asked them to leave. Quietly she glanced at the young apprentice before she looked back to the warrior "Um! Arent you a little harsh for him...I mean it's your apprentice...eh responsibility after all" she meowed silently lowering her head just as she would have said something foolish.

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"Sorry, Riversong," Sagekit muttered, looking appropriately chastised and shrinking against the queen's fur as she pulled the kits in close with her tail. He wanted to do his own exploring, but now was clearly not the time when Ravenfeather was already worried enough about Owlkit. Willowkit seemed to be thinking the same, since she was content to sit next to Riversong, even if she did appear a bit restless.

Not far from the BoulderClan camp, Nettlefang listened to the lynx speak. He was relieved beyond measure that Owlkit was safe even after wandering into OakClan territory and that none of those cats had found him first. He thought that the proposition of the lynx was a strange one, even more so the mere presence of the larger feline in the Clan territories, but that was for Boulderstar to decide. He certainly was not about to chase off the visitor after he'd safely brought back a missing kit.

Boulderstar seemed like she could manage out here, and the queens were no doubt worrying about Owlkit even now. Better to put an end to that as soon as possible. "I'll take Owlkit back to Riversong and Ravenfeather," Nettlefang mewed to Boulderstar beside him, walking forward to examine the kit. Owlkit looked unfazed and maybe even excited by his little adventure, but it would be up to Ravenfeather to lecture him for his behavior. Nettlefang simply picked up the kit in his jaws gently and padded back to camp.

It wasn't long before the warrior deposited Owlkit before Riversong. "This little one walked all the way to the border with OakClan. Thank StarClan he's safe," Nettlefang mewed to his mate, looking relaxed now that the cause for alarm had passed.

Sagekit and Willowkit perked up as soon as the other kit had appeared, and they set upon him eagerly as he was placed in front of them, chattering quickly as they asked one question after another. Even though Riversong and Ravenfeather had warned them of the dangers of leaving camp, they were both excited and eager to hear about Owlkit's exploration.

"Did you go all the way to the lake?" Willowkit's eyes were shining as she imagined seeing the entire territory and the expanse of water laid out before her, like the warriors and apprentices often described. She, of course, had not been born in the camp and had seen some parts of BoulderClan's territory before, but she had never been as far as the lake with her birth mother.

"Did you see a fox? Or a badger?" Sagekit chimed in, equally animated.

---

Quite some distance east of the Clan territories, Leaf and Cinnamon were traveling through the forests together, as they had been for a few days. Leaf still wasn't sure where their goal was. So far, the areas that they'd passed through were either unlivable or already occupied by aggressive cats. The young loner didn't think those territories were worth the fight, nor did she imagine the possibility of victory, so they had moved on. The hunting was sparse so far, and Leaf's strength was beginning to flag due to the constant walking, sometimes running from danger, and not always having enough food in their bellies. There were mountains in the distance, and for now the pair of she-cats were heading in their general direction. Who knows what they would find once they reached that area?

"How are you doing?" Leaf gazed at her companion without breaking stride. "Should we stop to rest soon, or hunt?" she questioned, wanting to gauge how Cinnamon was doing. Leaf would force herself to press on no matter the challenges, but she worried about her friend.

[Assistant]
Screefoot came to stand close to Amberleaf, imitating his calm demeanor and gazing critically at Briar. While she was relieved that the interloper was no threat (although it took a few moments to remember he was formerly one of them), his presence did make her tail flick in slight annoyance: his kinship with the medicine cat was unimportant. What mattered right now was that he was not part of BoulderClan, and therefore didn't belong here. It would take a lot of work to maintain a secure border, she knew, and Briar, as a loner, was not going to make it easy. Just by being here, Briar was setting an example for any loner or rogue who happened upon his scent. That example might to some be taken as a sign that BoulderClan was lax about their territory.

Patiently, the warrior allowed her deputy to do the talking. When he had finished, she added: "It is kind of you to bring a fresh kill. But really, you must be careful." With a tinge of warning in her voice, she said, "One day you may be caught by warriors who don't remember you, and you won't be so lucky."

--

Burrpelt would have loved to stay and entertain the kits, but he did have a patrol to join. Smiling amiably, he stood back up after prying the little ones off of his fur. "You will be fine warriors one day," he purred. "For now, you all have plenty of other opportunities to practice your stalking on." He waved his tail in the general direction of where other OakClan cats were. "Don't get in too much trouble while I'm gone."

Smiling, the deputy trotted from camp with his tail pointing skyward, his previous misstep forgotten in the joy of the kitten attack, to join the patrol.

--

Cinnamon was tired, very tired, and thirsty. With every step her paws felt a little heavier, and the only thing preventing her ribcage from showing itself to the world was her thick white pelt. She was grateful for it; her tiredness hardly showed except for a few small mats on her back. Her tail streamed out behind her and her gait was springy, albeit less than when her journey with Leaf had begun. Her friend and companion spoke to her, and she swiveled her ears to signal she was listening.

"A rest and a hunt would both do us well, provided we can catch anything." Cinnamon didn't want to say anything, but she was immensely glad her friend had suggested it. "But I'm doing well! Are you?"


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Appearance:
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Hero Name: Avalanche
Quirk Name: Stone Shape
Quirk Type: Transformation
Quirk Description: Stone Shape allows Peter to change into a very large granite rock around five cubic feet or as small as one cubic inch, and weigh an appropriate amount based off his size. He can only take on simple shapes, with the most complex shape he can take is a perfectly spherical shape. In this form Peter can still sense as normal however he doesn't need to breath, though he can still be blinded/deafen. All Peter can do while in this form is roll or spin, with his spherical form being the best at doing both, and he can't change size unless he changes back to human first. He can transform even in spaces too small to normally fit his biggest form though whether or not he'll break free depends on what he's breaking free from. This form is very handy when falling from a high distance as either small or large boulder form is highly resistant against the sort of impact from falling up to around 100 feet.

When he transforms, his clothes tend to tear apart and possessions fall off his body, like backpacks and things in his pockets. Living creatures like people or animals aren't affected if he transforms even if he is holding onto them. It's very hard for him to control his momentum once he starts moving and he can't get out of his form until he comes to a complete stops, though if he's in human form he can transform into boulder form even while on the move. Doing enough damage to him that could shatter his form (Which means knocking off at least 10% of his current mass while in boulder form) does a critical amount of damage to him as well in either small or large form and any damage he has in his human form will also carry over into his boulder form as cracks and chips in the stone. When not moving in boulder form, he can remain in that form for at most thirty minutes, and less if he makes himself move around. Outside forces moving him like someone pushing him or if he turns into a boulder while on a slope doesn't count against that limit. Moving around in boulder form takes up a lot of his stamina, forcing him to rely on momentum to conserve his stamina. The bigger he is the more energy it takes for him to move. If he runs out of stamina he transforms back into his human form by force, and trying to change back will result in a lot of cracks and damage in his form, as well as an even shorter time limit until he either gets knocked out or just dies.

Inventory & Possessions:
Emergency Phone - Different from his regular cellphone, this is a phone meant solely for emergencies and can quickly call the police and alerts any nearby heroes with just a press of the button. It also can make a very loud noise louder than a shotgun blast in order to draw attention to his location. Lastly it can also be tracked via GPS as long as it's charged, and it has a 30 hour battery life.

Gadget Goggles - Special goggles Peter saved up his money to buy. Wearing it lets him use various features such as night vision, telescopes, and even heat detection. It also has a built in flash guard to defend against sudden bright lights. Needs to be charged though. Also works as water goggles.

First Aid Kit - A portable med kit that can handle minor injuries and lessen the severity of major wounds. Comes with stuff that can also be used to deal with common illness such as headaches, nausea, stomachaches, and so forth.

Travel Bag - Peter always carries a small travel bag that he can put his belongings into, like his cellphone and wallet, as well as a change of clothes in case he has to transform into a boulder and loses his clothes.

Sample Post:
Being a hero isn't easy. Peter knew that first hand as he saw his father lowered into the ground. He was a good man and a good husband, going above and beyond for his fellow men in the line of duty. Everyone called him a hero and Peter didn't think otherwise. But that doesn't mean it makes things easy. All his life his father told him to always be careful and to take care of himself. That things are never as simple as just taking the first step. Peter of course didn't believe his old man for a second and always knew he could do more if his dad just let him. But the reality was that you could never be prepared when the worse comes to worse.

After his father died Peter slowly recovered from his death and moved on with his life. While he still had the occasional flights of fancy about being a hero, it always came with the bitter pill about the risks. Instead of dwelling on it Peter just tried to focus on his education and working on his college credits towards law school. He wanted to join the police academy like his father but as an attorney instead of an officer. It was safer that way. His family could still be proud of him for following the family tradition while putting himself in a safe and comfortable job. He worked hard, read his books, took care of his body. Everything seem normal.

But true character is found not by what you show people, but what you hide.

Ever since that day Peter takes time after school to patrol his city. He keeps his ear to the ground to find trouble and gets involved when no one else is willing or able. During these times he can't show his face because he's worked so hard to make sure everyone liked what they saw. Instead he puts on a mask so he can finally do what he wanted to do all his life: take control. At first it was just around his school. Kids bullying each other during the day and thinking they can go home without a care in the world. He made it clear that it doesn't end there. When he heard about his friends having problems at their home life, he makes sure someone, anyone finds out. Cops, priests, teachers, he doesn't care how sensitive the matter is. People were getting hurt because of silence. When they whispered, he would be the one to scream. Peter thought he was helping. He should have listened to his father and remember:

It was never simple.

Everything Peter did only made things worse. People became angry and he only knew one way how to deal with them. Soon his friends started to stop hanging out with him, some of them never came back to school. Drama unfolded all around him and all he wanted to do was help by dealing with them directly. It all came to it's limit when he heard his best friend, the one person who knew and thought like he did, told everyone what Peter did. Even he couldn't believe the sort of extremes that Peter went just to do something, anything, instead of feeling powerless all the time. And now instead of becoming the hero that he wanted to be, he because public enemy number one.

A year later Peter moved away from his hometown. His mothers and his family fought long and hard to protect him from the others who would want to hurt him, both violent and legally, for the things he's done. He had the support of his family but deep down he questioned if it was really all worth it. If being a hero was something he really wanted to do. In order to make sure that this whole thing could blow over safely, Peter was sent to live with his uncle in San Francisco, fortunately right as he would be going to high school. It was then that Peter would have what he thought was his last chance to make everything all right: U.J. The hero academy started by the number one hero himself, All Might. If Peter could make it through this school, to make it to the top, then maybe he would know what he needs to do to be a hero. To learn the skills and knowledge instead of just the drive and the passion.

This was his chance to make things right.

[User]
He nodded back at Noxious after she had agreed with him. It was a strange thought that they'd probably never see Jackie again - but, oh well. It wasn't their fault that she had gone and got captured on their first mission. And Dean supposed that it was bad luck that the heroes had arrived when they did - but if you can't get your way out of bad luck effectively, then she was never going to be able to make it when they got to the real missions as a group, when the pro-heroes would be the main focus, not some equipment laying in a warehouse.

Ah. After all that, they were still here to break someone out. Well, not break someone out - intercept a transfer. The orders were beginning to get slightly tiring. And he didn't really agree with breaking somebody out who had gotten themselves captured in the first place. But if they were going to bring down hero society, some principles had to be suspended. They would need all the numbers that they could get. It would be rather foolish to miss an opportunity to put some... well, literal firepower back into their ranks. It could be done, then.

Dean raised his eyebrow when Noxious then went on to tell the group that she wouldn't be coming with them. He only hoped that she would be doing something more important, not just that she couldn't be bothered, or didn't want to risk getting herself captured. Dean wasn't surprised that more villains would be arriving to assist them. San Francisco was a big city, and it was certainly filled to the brim with a wide selection of villains to choose from for a task like this. More villains meant that they could put up more of a fight agains the pro heroes next time.

"Alright. So, where are these new villains? Are we just waiting for them to arrive?"

[Assistant]
Marionetta Molly

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@KaijuBaragon@Spike@OwO

"Not anymore, you're not."

The answer to Dean's question was carried into the room by a velvety-smooth woman's voice, deepened by her maturity. Looking in the direction it came from, any of the villains in the room would be able to see one of the aforementioned new villains; a woman dressed in a flowing, puffed-up ballgown of black and white, adorned with a large white bow cut in the shape of a bat's wings, wearing a mask over her eyes and nose. Her body, leaning forward at an angle a normal person would struggle to maintain, appeared to glide over the ground, the gentle sound of her footwear scraping along the stone floor audible to the ear. In actuality, her body was being pulled forward by the many thread-thin tentacle muscles that gripped the room's ceiling, sticking and un-sticking as needed to carry her forward toward the table both Corvus and Sharkman had taken a seat at. Her hand reached forward toward a chair to pull it out from the table, then her body rose up into the air for a brief moment as the invisible threads controlling her deposited her body into the seat.

If she were to tell the truth, her arrival at that moment wasn't quite as serendipitous as it seemed; she'd arrived not long after Corvus, and had been waiting outside of the room listening to the conversation, partly to gauge the personalities of her cohorts-to-be, and to try to find a nice dramatic moment to enter. Both of these things she'd succeeded at, to differing degrees.

"You may refer to me as Marionetta. Would anyone like to hazard a guess at my quirk?" she asked, quite certain that any smart person in the room would be able to put together by her demonstration just now, and her name, that she manipulates her body from the outside, at the very least. "I know it's a touch rude to request you all to humor me right out of the gate. I figured it would make a good icebreaker."

[User]
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Renard sighed when all he heard was 'what ever.' He didn't have time to do anything when three more girls suddenly appeared. The blue haired one giving him a wink. He smiled only slightly. Before she went towards gabby. He felt it strange they called them 'heros' he didn't think they really did anything. Course rumors get altered by each person who tells it.

The dark haired girl then started to stir the pot. He gritted his teeth as she mentioned sofia. He didn't say anything though. Contiplating on just leaving instead.

They then said they wanted to spar or to leave. He walked back to where his bag was, and freya. Sitting down. "Big talk from someone who didn't see what happened there. You don't get to talk about it, or our class.." He said matter of factly.

He motioned to the others. "If you want to train, your free too. But don't speak crap about our class again." He said starting to rub his leg once again.

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While peter was practicing. He didn't notice a white haired girl under a tree her legs crossed. Texting casually on her phone while listing to some oldies punk rock. Her phone vibrating ever few moments with texts.

She glanced every once and a while at the boy training. She thought he was going to be interesting at first. Dark haired tall boy who looked mysterious. But she couldn't help but laugh with a pfft as she saw he could only turn into a rock. Like… a rock. Not a rock boy. Not a steel boy. But a rock. Some super hero Material right there.

She sighed and dropped her phone In her lap. Growing bored with texting the bois for a minute. He leaned back against the tree as she looked at the kid training In front of her. Her head cocked to the side. She didn't know him, just that he was in another class of school. He had to have been bored turning into a 'rock' and back again. And she wanted to mess with someone.

She lifted her hands and both of them glowed softly. Two bearded dragon lizards formed in each. They quickly lept off her hands and alarmly quickly sped towards the boy silently.

She picked her phone up and changed the song. She looked up in time to see the lizards run around peter when he was resting. One of them distracting him by running circles around him, while the other zipped up his pants to his shoulder.

By the time he noticed the one on his shoulder, it was staring at him. Instantly it opened its mouth and it's tongue shot out and into the boys ear. Followed by a loud laugh behind him. The two lizards disappearing as she started to cover her mouth.

[Assistant]
Shift, shape, cancel. Peter didn't do much else but that for a long time. Occasionally he might roll around if he was feeling restless, but he knew he had to keep up his training. He was slowly starting to get somewhere though, as he was able to start to form some misshapen rock forms intentionally. They weren't perfect, but the fact he could make them look so strange was a step in the right direction. Eventually Peter took a moment to rest next to a small pile of rubble he dug up during his rolling around. Just a couple of sand stones and a wooden plank, likely shrapnel from a target dummy off in the distance. He was going to toss them somewhere off the sand when he noticed a lizard running around him. "What the fuck?"

That's when he realized there was another lizard on his shoulder. How it managed to get there without him noticing surprised him as he started flailing around int he air trying to throw it off before they both vanished. Then he heard some girl behind him laugh and he quickly figured out that this was likely her quirk. Kneeling down into the sand Peter set up a crude little catapult using the rocks and stone. As he stood on the stick being held up by a sandstone, he dropped a sizable rock onto the stick just as he transformed into a small pebble, sending him flying roughly in the direction of the girl.

It wasn't as clean as he'd hoped, but with some spinning and rolling he'd end up pretty close to her. Once he came to a stop Peter came out of pebble form, standing just a few feet away from her. He seemed angry at first, but then he just smirked. "Didn't know heaven sent an angel to watch over me. Name's Peter."


[System]
Gender: Female

Parent: Nuwa, the Chinese goddess who created mankind from yellow clay and repaired the pillar of heaven.

Age: 22

Appearance: A Chinese woman, fairly pretty with dark hair and eyes and skin the colour of clay. Tall for her ethnicity, and tends to roll up the sleeves and trouser legs on her project-issue clothes.

Serial Number for prison: 8268

Powers: Can reshape earth, stone, metal and flesh with a touch, moulding them like wet clay. Has also demonstrated the ability to consume such materials. Using these abilities on living creatures is not fatal, but is permanent until altered again.

Abilities: Moderately skilled at sculpture. Some training in environmental sciences. Speaks Chinese and English.

Job or Skill: Student of Environmental Science at Shanghai University.

Background: Mei's abilities first manifested themselves a few years ago, but she did her best to keep them hidden, while practicing in secret. Her secret was revealed when a fellow student was struck by a car, and she used her power to heal them in front of many witnesses. In resisting capture by Project Myth several operatives were altered in melee. Mei was 'convinced' to restore them before her transfer to th facility.

THREAT LEVEL: Medium. Subject has shown no indication of ranged powers. Important note: subject is to be allowed no earthen or metal objects. Specially treated cell is constructed from plastics and wood.

[User]
Thunder crashed and the wind blew as a storm roared over Mount Rushmore and the stone heads of the founding fathers. A black jeep followed by a black bus and tanks rolled up toward the base of the mountain. The windows tinted and the prisoners on the inside. Chained with titanium steel and shock collars that when a button is pressed a 10000 volts of electricity is fired from the collars into the wearer. Enough to kill a man, a normal man anyways. These arent normal prisoners. These were children of ancient myth gods and goddesses. The jeep honked twice as it rolled and the base of the National monument opened revealing a giant steel room with a very large steel platform elevator. It started to go down when all vehicles came to a stop. The tanks aimed at the bus ready to fire at any sudden moves. At last they reached their destination, the underground prison that was there to contain children of the gods. Its been around for many years since the first major children of gods showed up. A society trying to keep the One True God around. The warden greeted the new comers with a...foul catholic greeting...

the warden-"Welcome children of false gods. I am the warden/Father here at your new home, and even though your parents are...false in the creations of our Holy Father and his Blessed child Jesus Christ our lord and savior, I welcome you."

One of the prisoners wear a skull ring with gold teeth and dreadlocks smiled and chuckled. "Mon, what are you talking about. Your the one following under a "False God" even his son is a fake, he cried when they did that shit to him."

The prisoner that spoke against the Wardens beliefs was a Known Jamaican Kingpin and Voodoo Prince, two of the prisoners that arrived with him and stood near him were actually his bodyguard and enforcer a Jamaican son of a greek god Ares, and the bodyguard was a voodoo born son of Ogoun the god of iron.

[Assistant]
Mei ignores the warden and the kingpin's discussion. The way she sees it, no reason Jehovah or Yahweh or whatever you want to call him can't also be around. Alright, it's kind of arrogant of him to not acknowledge the other gods, but arrogance and omnipotence go hand in hand.

Unlike other prisoners, she isn't bound with metal. Wooden spheres encase her hands, and thick ropes keep her in place with the others. The shock collar is likewise mostly leather, save for the key components.

When the facility is secured and her cuffs have been removed, Mei rolls her shoulders, stretches her arms, and rolls up the arms and legs on her orange prison jumpsuit.

She gives the other new arrivals a look, but doesn't speak until the warden is done with his speech. She suspects the guards are all to eager to use their shock-batons.

[User]
Karlie Morgan
Hazel eyes stared straight ahead at the white walls that surrounded her. Karlie Morgan didn't know how many days had passed - it was hard to gain a concrete grasp on time when all the lights in her room were always open to make sure that she wasn't planning yet another escape. She wondered if it had been months or even years since she'd first been brought to this place - taken despite all her protesting. Abducted, was the better word. She remembered her arrival at the facility. She became good friends with the guard's shock-batons. She had to wear the shock collar for what felt like forever, feeling like she was lower than a dog. An animal to be caged.

Just the thought of that day - the day when these monsters took everything away from her - was enough to bring forth her anger. She felt it escaping her body, the icy tendrils forming on the wall she had her back on. Within a second, the room's temperature raised enough to bring a burning sensation on the parts of Karlie's body that touched the walls and floor. She jumped up, standing and staring at the ceiling where she assumed they were watching her from. She was wrong, of course. Hidden cameras littered the walls of her chamber, ever watchful eyes on her day in and day out.

"Dammit, I'm calm!" she shouted, forcing the ice to subside. As soon as the remnants of her power dissipated, the temperature dropped back to normal. Grimacing, Karlie wiped her forehead causing several drops of sweat to fall on the floor. "I told you people I'm behaving. No need to bring the heat," she muttered before she settled back on the now cool surfaces. She heard that new prisoners would be arriving that day. She bit back a laugh thinking about how they were being subjected to the Warden's usual garble about them being the children of false gods. She certainly didn't miss that.

She settled on the floor, tucking her arms underneath her head. "Hey," she called out to no one in particular, "Have I been really good? Maybe you should finally let me out of this cage. I'd even wear that fucking collar. I'm going insane here."

[Assistant] Sothe's grey eyes wandered across the other inmates entering. Not a bad bunch of kids, but as the warden said, they're all kids of "false" deities. Rolling his eyes at the one guy who decided to speak. Does nobody else watch TV? I know the best way to get out is the play nice for a while until we find a rat-hole to leave through. Geez. Little did he wish to admit to himself, but the Voo-Dude has a point. A few... well, a while has gone by since day one, and everyone else seems so uncomfortable. Sothe himself couldn't find a decent bit of darkness to be able to calm himself down, except at lights out. Seemed like people were on edge, maybe kept on edge purposefully. None of them knew why, but it is what it is. The longer all of them were here, the less they tried to escape. There's gotta be a blind spot in those cameras. Somewhere. Even a square foot would be enough to set everything into motion... Continuously trying to spot any spot where a camera couldn't see anything was Sothe's number one goal.

[User] Staring down the warden the Druglord didnt even flinch when the guards took a step forward. It was time for them to get their cells, the guards shoved the new prisoners to get them moving. Each placed in a cell that felt like home but still wasnt. For the drug lord, a desk with a computer and phone. So he can run hos operations from there. Under watch of course. All the guards were wearing gas masks. If it got to our of control the defence system would kick in and gas the prison. Seevah now in his cell looked at the guards. "I would like my suit and cane back if im to feel like im conducting my operations." The guards looked at each other and radioed the warden. The warden denied the suit but let him have his cane. The Jamaican grabbed the can and popped open the skull and pulled out a pinch of home grown herb, and he rolled it and looked at the guards. "Got a lighter i can use, mon?"

[Assistant]
Mei pauses in the entrance to her new home. This earns her a rifle-butt to the small of the back, and she falls to the bamboo-mat floor as the heavy wood door is closed behind her, and sealed with a heavy bar on the other side.

Almost everything in the cell is made of wood, or some form of plant matter. Everything that isn't is made of plastic. A camera in a plastic bubble watches her pace the room. The bed is a mat on the floor - no room to hide anything under it.

For the first time since her capture, Mei has time to herself. In Shanghai, she was under constant supervision, right up until she was loaded into the van. Then again, there's that camera... At least she can't see whoever is watching her.

So, what does she have... An empty bookcase, empty wicker basket, presumably for clothes, bed and a big door.

Nothing to be done. Mei closes her eyes, and does her best to sleep.


[System]
Age: 25
About: Ferret has been on his own since he was a young boy. He grew up as a stray orphan on the streets of Gotham, running around with other kids and watching his friends gradually get picked off or die of disease. He was one of the few who survived to adulthood, and it paid off. He makes his way through the Underground, as he calls the network of subterranean tunnels, alleys, and sewers. For the most part he keeps to himself. Occasionally he will shoplift necessities, but mostly he survives by scavenging, pawning the rare valuables he finds. He got his name because of his long, lean body which allows him to fit through spaces that seem impossibly small.

[User]
"Twenty bucks."
 "Come on, man, it's worth fourty."
 "Final offer."
 "Fine."
 Ferret traded the watch he'd found in a dumpster for a wrinkled, dirty twenty and slunk out of the pawn shop. Glancing both ways quickly, he slipped in the small gap between the pawn shop and laundromat and jogged down the slightly wider alley. When he got to the wall, he scrambled up it and slid down the other side. Using some of the money to buy a greasy burger from a shack on the other side of the street, he slipped the change into one of the pockets of his ragged coat and put the burger into the knapsack on his back. Wanting to get below the surface streets, he slunk along the shadows of the severe gray buildings and avoided contact with any other people going about their business. When he came to a row of dumpsters, he crawled behind one and settled down to eat.

 He was dressed as if someone put together a bunch of old rags and sewed them together with twine, which is actually how some of his clothes were made. His hair was overgrown and dirty, and the cloth that covered his lower face, neck, and chest made it almost impossible to see what he looked like. All in all, he was completely forgettable, and that was the way he liked it.

[Assistant]
"Yes, sir... thank you." Lilliane quietly spoke, head lightly tilted forwards, giving this bowed look as she nodded to the obese man in front of her. That was her boss and she absolutely hated him. Lily worked as a as general worker in a grocery store chain and this man was the guy who ran this store. Her tasks here varied widely from day to day, but since they were constantly understaffed to limit expenses, the guy was making a lot of money since he made them work harder while keeping the money that would usually be spend on more workers. He had friends in the rest of the stores that allowed him to hide it from the people who actually owned the entire thing, so as long as the profits stood as they should be, he was scott free to do whatever. She was one of the about dozen workers here and she was tired, overworked every day. Still it was one of the few places that had agreed to hire her and he did so by cutting her pay even more.

 She was currently obediently waiting for her salary to be given and he was instead berating her and abusing her psychologically. He liked to do so, but she wasn't breaking. After a while, a few indirect insinuations, a few not so veiled ones and a lot of shouting, he tossed the envelope with her salary to her. It was lighter than what it should be, but she was used to it. With all her willpower she walked out normally out of his office and headed to the changing rooms in the back of the big store. She took off her uniform there and by the time she began walking towards the staff entrance on the back, she was already shuffling her feet tiredly. It had been a 12 hour shift... 12 hours of night shift that had somehow gotten even more stretched out since it was well into the day now.

 Just as she reached the back entrnace, there was a big crash, sound of broken glass and shouts as something was apparently happening. Chances were that it was a store robbery, but given the chaos it was more likely that one of the many 'villains' was on a rampage. A rather regular thing in Gotham. She had no idea who it was and didn't really care. Happening across events like this was the norm in this blasted city. So she just walked out hte door, leaving the chaos behind and with a tired shuffle walked onwards, following the back alleyway towards her destination. She had to stop by the bank to deposit her salary. The sounds of battle, crumbling concrete and police sirens barely registered with her. Maybe... she should see if she could move to Metropolis...


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

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

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

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

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

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

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

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

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

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

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

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Bilbo shook his head, hearing Fili "No, that's not the problem." he said. "See, what did I tell you? Quite as a Mouse." Gandalf said with a smile; obviously proud of their Burglar Hobbit. A bit of a chatter broke out between the Company.
"Quite! I am trying to tell you something!" Bilbo rose his voice. "There is something else out there." he said pointing back towards the way he came.

Yavanna looked at Bilbo, it was the first time she heard him raise his voice. But at least, he had everyone's attention. "What kind of something?" She asked, looking worried. As much as she wished Saeril would take her word, the elder needed her rest. But she was too stubborn to admit it. The Princess understood her vow to protect them, but a little rest wouldn't do her any harm.

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Saeril looked at the wizard, then back to Bilbo, just as soon as he told the group that there was something else lurking around in the woods. "What did it look like? A bear?", she asked the Hobbit, making sure she knows what he thinks. Unlike the others, she didn't express any stiffness to her. Between her and Gandalf, they knew what creature the Hobbit was referring to.

Bilbo looked at the older she-elf curiously, surprised that she could guess so easily. "Y-yes. But bigger, much bigger."
Bofur was liking this less and less. "I say we double back", and then there were murmurs of agreement. "And be run down by a pack of Orcs?", they didn't have many options here, though Gandalf did mention a house where they may take refuge. "Whose house? Are they friend or foe?", Dwalin questioned, and then suddenly a loud roar ripped through the clearing. Saeril slightly jumped at the roar of a giant bear. It was indeed Beorn. "We don't have a choice", the wizard silently answered himself.

And then, they were running. The roar was getting closer until there was indeed a house in the distance. The she-elf's cloak was only dragging behind her a little bit, but it wasn't that long, so she didn't have to hold it up while she was running. A few times that Kili or Fili tripped, she or Yavanna would pick them to get them back on their feet.

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Yavanna swallowed slightly, wondering what this creature was. A very very large bear? Well, this was different. "We can't turn back." Yavanna said softly, as the Dwarves wanted to double back. At least, Gandalf knew a safe place where they might be able to go.

The roar of the bear, seemed to get everyone moving. Yavanna run besides Fili and Kili. Bilbo was not far behind them. For a little person like a hobbit himself, he could run pretty fast. Yavanna noticed Kili as about to trip...she reached out quickly; pulling him back up before he even landed on the ground. One of the Dwarves seemed to stop...staring at what creature was approaching.

"Come on." Yavanna called out.
"Get a move on." Thorin called back, as he run towards the house. Seeing one of his companions just staring in the distance....before finally running again. Kili was one of the first few whom reached the house...banging on the door. Hoping someone might have been inside to open it. Yavanna run towards the door...seeing the latch, she pulled it up...opening the door quickly. Allowing everyone to run inside.

But the roar was even closer. As soon as they tried to close the door. Yavanna saw the large head and sharp teeth...snarling at them. She pressed against the door with the Dwarf company; trying to shut the door. The young Princess let out a loud gasp of pain...as the bear managed to claw at her arm, through the gap. Her grip on the door loosened...but they managed to close the door behind them. But the growling was still present outside. Yavanna winced...her arm bleeding slightly.

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Running inside, Saeril had one of her curved daggers at the ready. Beorn was beyond any other creature she has ever met during her travels with Gandalf. If the beast ever passed the door's limit, she had her resources, and a family to protect. Just as they had managed to shut the door, everybody was panting. "Yavanna!", Fili exclaimed, having to spot the Princess with a bleeding wound upon her arm. "Are you okay?", clearly not; she was hurt!

This didn't go unnoticed for the elder, and Saeril became concerned almost immediately. "Dear child", she breathed, having to approach her, while sheathing her one dagger into its normal space.

"What was that?", Ori asked, panting.
"That is our host", the wizard announced, saying it as a matter-of-fact. "His name is Beorn, and he's a skinchanger".

As his God-Mother guided Yavanna to a spot where she can sit down, Fili was already looking for something to tend to the wound. Looking up and down at the seemingly-huge furniture that was too big for a dwarf, he managed to find a rag and dripped it into a bucket of water nearby.

Saeril's leg ached a little from the running but she didn't complain; she never would. Not at a moment like this. She was only relieved that Yavanna and her godsons were safe. Fili came back to her with the rag, just as she gently took the princess' arm, and lightly wiped the blood. Hearing the girl wince brought pain to Fili's ears, and Saeril took extra care in tending to the scratch. The blonde held onto Yavanna's hand the whole time.

"Sometimes, he could be a huge black bear, and sometimes, he can be a great strong man", the wizard informed the company of what kind of creature it was. Basically, shapeshifters. "The bear is unpredictable, but the man can be reasoned with", he spoke while watching the company get used to their surroundings. "However, he is not overfond of dwarves", he then added grimly.

"Beorn has had a troubled past, I'm afraid, and it's best not to advance on him during a first encounter", Saeril spoke up, just as she carefully wrapped the wound with a piece of cloth, that Fili managed to find. They didn't have the proper tools to tend to wounds, and they weren't sure if Yavanna had any viles left in her possession. The winged she-elf sadly didn't know much on healing enchantments, but she did learn one that was popular among her people. But now wasn't the right time to use it.

Just as she finished tending to Yavanna, she moved some of the girl's raven-black hair from her face, before giving her a light kiss onto her forehead, and letting her lean her head upon her shoulder.


[System]
Looks:
6 feet tall, strawberry blond hair, slightly freckling, pale blue eyes, lightly colored skin
Personality: I haven't quite decided. Let's see how he develops, shall we?
Abilities:
light manipulation: This ability is fairly basic. It is what it is, the manipulation of light. This can be in any sort of attack. Light weapons can be created, and the light can be manipulated into illusions and into enabling it's user to hide.

Cody can at the current moment manipulate light in a way that enables him to see the world, seeing figures, objects and the like by light, whether it is the presence of light or merely the absence of light.

He can also manipulate light in a way that gives him some defensive a and offensive properties, but this ability is quite new and takes a lot of of him.

Essentially, Cody is learning what he can do, but it is not in leaps and bounds.

enhanced touch: whether this is a super power or merely an effect of Cody's blindness, this is never the less useful

enhanced hearing: again, whether this is merely an effect of blindness, this is beneficial and is more then a typical blind victim.

History:
Cody was born to what could be a normal family. Well, normal for them anyway. It became apparent quite quickly that something wasn't normal with him. His eyes were a pale, pale colour, perhaps the lightest blue you would see, and sightless. But the baby didn't appear to see anything wrong, and was a bouncing, bubbly boy. Off times, people would forget he was blind.

He excelled in grades, using what aids he had to complete school work, and to do everything he could. It became apparent that despite his lack of sight, he was not hindered. He could play musical instruments with ease, he could cook, he could do just about anything that a normal boy could.

He didn't see any hinderance, and as he grew, he began to find that images began to form, light seeming to swarm around him, forming the images of what was there. He did not know if this was normal or not, but it helped him to further his life, giving him a better quality as he began to realize how much of the world he was missing.

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Cody wasn't sure that he should follow the sudden path, but there didn't seem to be another option. Gathering himself, Cody carefully made his way to the path, holding out his hands for a little bit of balance, and then carefully walked along the path. There wasn't much that he could do if the twins decided to close the path on him, crushing him. Would he come back from that? He didn't know, but he hoped that by doing this, he was showing that he trusted the twins, and he only emitted a soft glow, on e that helped him place himself, and against the path, seeking to decrease the threat he might pose.

The vibrations of the monster digging enabled Cody to follow the path without crashing into anything, for perhaps the first time in his life, Cody was truly blind. It frightened him, and he swallowed around a suddenly dry throat, painfully. He drew in slow, deep breaths and continued walking, heading towards the temple, knowing it was his only option now.

For the first time, Cody wasn't sure that he would survive this. Yet all he could do was try. Walking steadily, he kept his head up, and followed the path.

[Hr]

There were many things that Caits had seem. The truly amazing things she had seen had been the enhanced beings. The flash bang that had been Cody, taking down big boss. The dragon like being Gerswhin could become. What Dioxide had done, for them all. This transformation of the world...it was awe inspiring. Overwhelming. And she knew that many people would be thinking how could they fight that. How could the overcome it? And she she didn't have the answers.

But Caits had seen many things. Many impossible things. Sometimes, the impossible did happen. That despire meant nothing then the faith she had in her friends. They could win. They could be a stop to this.

As Viccars call came in, Caits watched Codg disappear. There was nothing that they could do. Cody would, if anyone could get through to the twins. She glanced to Gerswhin and spoke.

"We will be there shortly"

She took one last glance at the horror bellow. Before she turned the ship in the direction of the capital.

"be safe, Cody..."

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Gershwin watched as the sight before her unfolded the closer they got to the battlefield - though battlefield was a very light way of putting just how much it represented Armageddon. The principal building was in no way the way it was before, but it held as the last bit of bastion there was left that was stopping this army of millions from crushing the line of defense, and continuing their invasion to the next country. May God hope that the next victim had had enough time to prepare for what was about to come.

The royal family's palace had had no time to build walls. Instead, tanks and other vehicles would drive over each other, their debris high and sturdy enough of an obstruction to hold off the Stone Soldiers. Artillery bombing and heavy weapons fire were used to quell the enemy line, but every now and then one would make its way in, and massacre a squad on its own. The battle could be over in an instant had the twins decided to swallow the place whole, drag it all underground. But the fear that was in their very soul, that was the achievement to winning.

Of course, the twins had not counted for other Anomalies. Caits flew the ship on its way to the Royal Palace, firing down tracer, explosive rounds, crippling the monsters. This time there were very of them regenerating from the ambient earth. Why bother, perhaps, when there were so many of them? Take one out, be replaced by a thousand. The Stone Goliaths were slowed down as Caits expertly did her own form of terraforming, making giant potholes in the earth so that the monsters may not roll, forcing them to walk on all fours which was the equivalent of a building walking, which was very slowly. Still, the sight was hectic. Orders were shouted, battle cries, and yells of pain were so loud on the human side Gershwin could hear it through the ship's walls. Very spine-chilling, since the monster side did not - could not - utter a single sound. Their faces unmoving which made them look dispassionate and non-negotiable. They existed just to kill.

Caits was smart, careful not to hover for too long in one position, always moving to ensure every part of the bastion was safe. Of course, when everything was headed their way, it would prove too much for even the best of the best - of the best. A stray boulder clipped the side of the ship, taking off its wing and its entire left side. Gershwin, who was standing by Caits the whole time, was sucked out into the open sky. She watched as the aircraft spun viciously, thrusters still firing as Caits tried her damnedest to crash safely. Safely, somehow, the plane crashed horizontally onto the rooftop of the palace. It did not explode.

Gershwin looked back to the ground for a split second and her gaze instantly met the ground. Her spine bent inwards on itself. Her face was pressed in, ribs shot out from her chest, and legs rested on the back of her neck.

Caits', still strapped in to her seat, could see the bloody mess. Then, there was glowing.

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The utter destruction was enough to churn Caits stomach, the fact that it could be done, so easily, to other countries, other lands. Would the twins never stop, until the world had been destroyed? Perhaps this was Armageddon. Perhaps they were the bringers of destruction. She didn't have long to ponder those thoughts, as the ship started to go down, hit. Unable to stop Gerswhin from being sucked out, it was soon all Caits could do to stop the plane falling and crushing her to smithereens. She just had to hope that Gerswhin would be okay. The girl was certainly tough. As she crashed, she covered her head, her breath slammed out of her, leaving her gasping like a fish out of water. When she was still, she opened her eyes, glancing about her, she flinched as she saw the mess that was Gerswhin.

Gerswhin..." She whispered, her chest hurting, her throat raw.

As the glowing started, she flinched. She tried to get herself out of her seat, but she was well and truly trapped, the buckled warped so that she was stuck. She couldn't reach anything to help her, and she wriggled, wincing as her movement caused pain, barely able to keep from coughing as she did so.

"Gerswhin!"

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As Cody continued through the tunnel, he tried to gather his power, wrapping it around him in a larger shield, so that, just in case when he got out, he'd be prepared for an attack. Yet when he came through the tunnel, he wasn't. He stood, brushing himself down, glancing about him, the dark shapes that were the stone army were stationary, and he frowned slightly.

They didn't appear to have noticed that he was there, and Cody carefully picked his way about, unnerved. He kept his appearance calm, even as he tried to figure out what was going on. He bowed his head slightly, listening to everything around him.

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Soldiers continued to hold the line as the plane crashed. But once the glowing started, there were the few that dared to witness the transformation.

Such a fall from a great height caused enough pain and injury to cause an immediate, and gross change immediately. Gershwin's ribs that protruded, burst from her chest, elongated and grew out to be as spindly, spider-like legs. Her legs that had wrapped over and around her burst and merged together to become one giant mass that would become the torso for what's to come. She began to grow tall as the legs raised the ball of flesh, bone, and blood. It held in place as her body continued to take shape. A cavity formed from that mass, a window to a glimpse of Gershwin May's face - a reminder that there was something humane in this thing. She looked to Caits and, almost contrary to everything that Gershwin has ever said about her detest for her own abilities, smiled.

One of her arms had formed to be a tail with a spiked, pronged end that looked sharp enough to cut through metal. Paper-thin, dragonfly-like wings sprouted from her back in a explosion of pus and blood. The monster's head had a bee's eyes, a beetle's horns, a wasp's antennae, and the jaws of bullet ants. Her entire skin was a glowing ruby red, shelled with hard carapace and furry hairs.

It was horrible. It was disgusting. It was Caits' and Cody's friend.

It began to poise itself as it stood to its highest point, clicking and growling noises like a cricket, its joints creaking and breaking as it reshaped itself to its perfection. Then, it drew breath.

Reference for its scream.

From her scream, it was obvious that in the air there was a feeling of dread so thick and suffocating everyone that heard its scream felt a sense of sorrow. Hopes were down as they faced their imminent death. The Stone Army who had no senses other than sight, continued their tread onward. This was their challenge to the monster.

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The twins shuddered. Chills went down their spine at the sight of this monster. It is in the way of their plan. They must get rid of her. Afraid, frustrated, *angry*, they yelled from their throne as the Stone Army charged to take Gershwin May on.

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It - she - charged forward, flying to the air before crashing down to the entrance of the compound. There she stood and started killing. left, right, straight ahead, she was relentless. Her bony limbs were blunt, slicing and breaking Stone Soldiers with ease. Her nimble tail flung others aside, some pierced by the sharp end, stuck and unable to get away. Her jaws would open and shoot out boiling blood so hot it melted the Stone Army by the hundreds. But they still kept coming. They would climb on to her and try to rip her apart, some trying to dig and break her, some trying to climb over and past her. But Gershwin would not give. Her pain gave her power as she grew more and more limbs, tails, and mouths to hold them off. She grew larger and larger that her own spider legs could not support - but she grew even more, tougher legs. Soon, she could even take on the Stone Goliaths as she'd melt them with her boiling blood.

Yet, it still looked grim. With an Anomaly on their side, the humans despite their sorrow continued to hold the line. But there were literally millions of them. Could Gershwin really hold them off?