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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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Saeril watched the scene with worry. The unstable rock that the Hobbit and Ranger stood upon, was tilting unevenly, but to see the efforts of Yavanna using her power to aid them, the elder was prepared for the outcome. Thankfully, both Man and Hobbit managed to quickly jump to safety, with Aragorn having to be caught by Legolas, while Saeril has managed to catch Frodo. The fire demon was trying to crash through the walls of the vast chamber, and the only instinct that the group had, was to run away from the beast.

They kept running until they managed to reach another chamber, where they raced across a slender bridge of stone. As soon as everybody reached the other side, the wizard made the decision to stand in place, and come face to face with the giant beast. Saeril watched the scene with shock, as well as worry altogether, shortly before stopping Frodo from running towards the scene; Legolas having to do the same with Yavanna.

"You cannot pass!", the Grey yelled, having to bravely stand his ground, as the winged entity stood up to its full height. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder to the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!", he continued to shout. "Go back to the shadow!", the Balrog then summoned its whip of fire; the weapon creating sparks upon the ground. "You shall not pass!!", the wizard then boomed before thumping his staff into the ground, causing the stone beneath the bridge to break right at the demon's feet.

Having to watch the creature fall to its apparent doom, Gandalf remains trembling on the lip of the broken bridge, before the thongs of the whip lash and curl around Gandalf's knees, dragging him over the brink, until he manages to hold on just by his fingertips. Looking upon the group, he mentally passed his reagrds to them. "Fly, you fools", he said, just before he lets go, allowing himself to fall, following the Balrog into the bottomless abyss.

The scene pained the elder she-elf to her core. Her mentor had just fallen away into the depths of the caves.

The Hobbit's cries had hurt her even more.

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Once Yavanna helped get Aragorn and Frodo safely, on their side. It was a relief nothing happened to them both. The piece of bridge falling into the abyss once it no longer had them on it. But the chase carried on. More arrows seemed to be zooming past their heads in the process...luckily all of them seemed to be able to dodge them. With Yavanna occasionally using her powers to deflect them.

Hearing the beast barge in through behind them. Yavanna's first instinct was to run and help Gandalf whom braved the monster alone. But she could feel Legolas' arms restraining her; from running to help the Wizard and protecting her. Her eyes widening in horror as the scene unfolded before the group's eyes. "Gandalf, watch out!" Yavanna yelled out...but it was too late. The beast that was falling into the darkness, hooked onto Gandalf's ankle before she could even finish her sentence.

Frodo's screams and cries for Frodo; caused Yavanna's heart to ache even more. The Kind Elderly Wizard that Yavanna had known her entire life; a dear friend to all was gone. Fighting the tears in her eyes.

As more arrows zoomed past their heads...the group managed to stumble out of the other side of the mines. And into fresh air...where Frodo pushed away from Saeril...walking away from the group in tears...whilst the other hobbits all collapsed in tears on rocks.

"We should go!" Boromir voiced. It wasn't safe to stay near the caves. They needed to get away from there-it was like he was almost alien to what had happened. He telling himself, he had no time to grieve for the dead.

"For God's Sake! Give everyone a moment!" Yavanna snapped at the Prince of Gondor. "We just lost Gandalf, have a little compassion!" Yavanna's voice was shaking; as she herself was close to breaking in tears. Kili and Tauriel were shaken up by the events that had happened aswell; the grief written across their faces too; everyone had been fond of Gandalf.


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Luo Dai, played by Hayazo: A monk seeking to lift a karmic shadow. For some reason, Anjou seems to be the cause...

Yukiko Matsuoka, played by Lemons: A kitsune whose wedding was crashed by Anjou's lieutenant. She lost everything. Her home, her groom, and her hoshi no tama, the source of her powers.

DaFei Gei, played by KOgaming: A hybrid creature created by the gods and destined to face the nine-tailed fox and restore tranquility to the realm.

Pan Chao, played by Blight Bug: A sailor turned crime lord who doesn't like the fact that Anjou is moving in on his territory...

Akira Igarashi, played by Polaris North: A mischievous bakeneko who turned down Anjou's summons. His powers were sealed and the graves of his departed family were desecrated. Now he wants revenge.

Nori Tsubame, played by Ojo chan 42: A benevolent shadow sparrow who sought the cure for a young man's disease. She returned to a ravaged village and one of Anjou's minions. She was bound to the village, now a graveyard, but as soon as she breaks free, she'll want vengeance of the fox.

Fukioka Mitsuyo, played by Zero Hex: A deadly ronin sworn to carry no arms or armor until his family's arsenal is reclaimed... which is, or course, in Anjou's possession.

The Expendable, played by Banana: In life he was one of Anjou's abused slaves. In death, he is a spirit bound to a pumpkin with a grudge against the fox.

Lieu Lei, played by Sodium: A half-dragon orphan raised by thieves. She was captured by one of Anjou's lords and tortured until she broke free and swore to punish the fox for allowing such cruelties.

[User]
It seemed as though Dafei had been flying for several days, though really it had only been a few hours. She was tired, sweaty, and also bored. The last she landed, she had eaten breakfast: the carcass of a dead cow which had collapsed in the middle of the forest which nobody seemed to want save for the few flies which wafted around it. It was more food for her.

She had past into Kado shrine for a few minutes, talons planted on the ground. She had not noticed, however, and continued flapping before noticing the others around her. Dafei stopped mid-stroke and looked awkwardly at the troop of men surrounding her. She was silent, slowly putting her arms down so that they hung relaxed at her side the way a human's were naturally.

"E-eh... Lei ho" Dafei bowed before the group of people, keeping her head up. When she lifted herself back, she gained a new composure, appearing just a little bit more mature. There was a smirk on her face. An arm crossed her torso and her other tugged her skirt in a curtsy. "Hello. I am Gei Dafei. I am on a mission to find the one known as 'An Jou'" she introduced. She spoke in an uncommon dialect, though any from around the region of Namchon or those who had done business there may have understood.

[Assistant]
The forest was the only place Hikado felt "home" at now. Through the moisture of the dewdrops in the morning, to the fireflies illuminating it at night, it was his own sanctuary of peaceful times, and his favorite way to forget the past that haunted him so much.

As the possessed gourd wandered through, he began to question why he had even jumped off the mountain in the first place. Although it was a very exciting and joyous 17 seconds of bliss, followed by half a second of unending agony, he never imagined this would be his fate afterwards, instead wishing to go into an afterlife. Sure, awaking as a pumpkin felt amazing at first, as he had a second chance at life with all his old memories intact, but then he frightened everyone he ever met unless they were blind from that point on. It was his personal hell, he imagined.

"... I wish I hit the lake." he whispered to himself, as he ever so quietly approached where he slept if it rained while he was exploring. Even if he was a plant, the feeling of rain on his head didn't bring comfort to him, and rather felt like a very inconspicuous death to him, considering his soul was a small flame inside his head.

After a few minutes of a moist mist in the air, a name came to mind in his head. A name of a place, judging by how it sounded, and the place where Hidako occasionally went for shelter in the event of rain, sleet, or snow. Kado Shrine, a place out of reach from humans and youkai, and a grove for animals and plants to frolic in alike. As he approached it however, he saw in the distance as 7 figures surrounded the center of the shrine.

"...p-people? Here? T-this is unexpected."

It had been a gravely long time since Hikado actually talked to someone. He usually talked to his closest friend - Kimchi the Deer - when he was around his home, which was a stump a far distance away from Kado Shrine in this forest, and when your only method of socialization is a deer who doesn't speak back... the point is he's desperate for intelligent conversation.

You can do it. Just be natural and don't show any hostility. Hikado thought, as he approached the other people in the shrine.

"It's been a long time s-since I've seen people. Why are you all here...?"

[User]
The mansion lay in disarray. The front door had posed no resistance to the passing of the humanoid typhoon and now hung open, clinging to its hinges. The living room sat covered in shredded scrolls, with Anjou's seal present on many pieces. Ink coated the walls of the study. Piles of ash were all that remained of the papers found within; the desk sat ablaze and threatened to light the house. Paper walls were smashed open with little regard to where they led. Tatami were thrown from their places, leaving ugly holes in the floor.

In the bedroom was the cause of the damage: a fiesty girl with fiery pink hair. In her left hand - or, more accurately, claws - was the lesser half of the local lord's futon. With her right, she tore at the tatami that had sat beneath. The edges showed signs of the tatami having been frequently lifted out of place. Once removed, a glass case was revealed, hidden beneath.

"Pay dirt."

The girl heaved the heavy box from its hiding place and, in the same motion, smashed it onto the greater half of the futon. Large shards of glass dug into the already ruined bedding as a final "fuck you" to the owner. The girl, known as Lieu Lei, kicked the base of the case aside to reveal the item she'd come to steal: a large gemstone slightly smaller than her fist that had purportedly been given to the lord by Anjou himself. She reached down to grab the gem, and as her fingers closed around it...

The walls of the mansion melted away around Lieu. The gem in her hand glowed a strange, otherworldly color, and Lieu had the strange sensation that she was moving, though to where she did not know. As the light faded, trees began to appear at the edges of her vision, then slowly closed in around her. The gem went dark, then shattered with a pop, leaving only dust in Lieu's grip.

A quick glance around told her that she was at a shrine of some sort - Kado Shrine, her mind mysteriously filled in - and that she was surrounded by seven others. To them, it had appeared that she had grown from a speck in the air over the course of two seconds. To her, the presence of youkai and the fox statue at the shrine could only mean one thing. Her hand shot to the handle of the axe hooked to her back.

"You'll never take me without a fight, you flunkies of the fox!"

[Assistant]
Fujioka Mitsuyo, still clad only in his fundoshi loincloth and dripping near-freezing water, stood slightly nonplussed as eight seemingly disparate people appeared from out of nowhere in the span of seconds and immediately proceeded to make a ruckus in the shrine. Unlike all of these people, he had neither magically teleported to the place nor did he instantly know of its name. He had simply walked into the shrine while strolling around looking for a place to purify himself, having heard of a temple in the area. He did not think it fitting to start his quest before tidying himself up physically and spiritually.

The ronin had been there for quite a while now, out of sight. He had painstakingly shaved himself and cut his hair down to a manageable length, and had cleansed and purified himself by standing for an hour under the shrine's waterfall in a ritual known as misogi. Clothes, he had procured before heading off. And now this seemingly rail-thin man, soaked to the bones and almost completely naked with a bundle of cloth under his arm, knelt on the shrine's steps in front of the crowd. "Excuse me, but you should really show proper respect in a place of worship", he said in a manner reminiscent of a parent educating a child on common courtesy.

At first sight he might seem sickly, but proper inspection by anyone martially inclined would notice that his body was corded steel and showed the wear and tear of a warrior. Clearly not someone one should mess with. Still, his expression seemed meek and he spoke in a soft tone as he undid the bundle and produced both his clothing and a something to dry himself with. "I'm afraid you've caught me after misogi, please pardon my appearance. I am Hongo, a masseuse", he said with a smile. It was fairly common to see both men and women half naked performing such a ritual. "But who might you all be? And what brings you all to wherever this is?"


[System]
Age: Mid thirties
Gender: Male

Occupation: Used car salesman

Personality: He uses humor to hide the fact that he's one bad day from stepping in front of a train. Lawrence likes to ignore his problems in hopes that they'll go away. He has everyone he works with fooled into thinking that he's a funny, confident, and maybe even crass comedy man. When, really, he's just a sad, lonely guy trying to make ends meet and wishing that his insane, shitty mom would stop showing up in his life.

History: Lawrence grew up in Connecticut with his parents. His dad was a normal, if not emotionally repressed, guy. His mom was batshit insane. Lawrence's father constantly turned a blind eye to the abuse his mother enacted on him, the bruises, the cigarette burns, being locked out of the house all night. Finally, one day, his father 'went to by a case of beer', and never came back. Being left alone with his mother made Lawrence's life a hundred times more miserable, so, around his teens, he began to act out and hang around with the wrong crowd. He wouldn't even come home most nights.

Lawrence dropped out of business school in his early twenties and managed to obtain a used car lot, which made him just enough money to live on. He became known for his gimmicky commercials and hilarious persona. But, when he came home to his shitty apartment every night, the facade fell away. He wasn't happy. He was never happy.

About a year ago, his father came back into his life. Lawrence had hope that maybe he'd have at least one parent's approval and affection, but he soon found out that his father was only coming to him because he had cancer, and needed someone to pay for his treatments. Lawrence, being a push over when it came to his parents, did so. This incurred the wrath of his mother, who eventually found out.

After that hell, his father still passed a few months ago. Lawrence was still alone, still hated by his mom, and still broke. He managed to find a house that he could put a 0% down payment on, and was rock bottom cheap. Apparently the two schmucks that lived there before kicked it in the basement or something. Whatever, he doesn't believe in ghosts, anyway.

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"Wait!" Adam followed her out the door, then froze when he got to the bottom of the stairs. Their house...their beautiful, immaculate house...was a total pig sty! There were food containers laying about, dirty clothes piled everywhere, and bottle after empty bottle of cheap, shitty beer. The living room didn't have any furniture aside from a grungy couch, a crooked table, and a TV sat on a stool. A man was slumped over on the couch, slack jawed, the TV still going.

Adam walked around to get a look at him, Barbara behind him.

"This is who bought our house?" She asked. "Adam, he's trashed the place! We have to get rid of him!"

"But how, Barbara? He can't see us, and we aren't scary!"

The man stirred a little.

Barbara glared at him. "Adam. We're ghosts, dammit. Let's...HAUNT THIS BITCH!"

"Barbara!"

She grabbed him under the arm and hauled him upstairs. They were going to find a way to get this nasty slob out of here!

Meanwhile, Lawrence began to stir. He sat up slowly. He could have sworn he just heard people talking...maybe he'd just drunk too much... He rested his throbbing head in his palms, then leaned over to pick up his phone. Six missed called from 'Mom'.

"Argh!" He tossed the phone down and rubbed his face. He'd only been living here a few days when she'd shown up on the doorstep, cursing and yelling and trying to force her way in. That was a few months ago, and life had just gone downhill since then. The car lot wasn't doing too hot, bills were piling up, and he only ever felt like laying on the couch, sleeping.

He stood and slowly drug himself up the stairs towards the bedroom. About that time, two people with bedsheets thrown over their heads came around the corner, making really cheesy ghost sounds.

"The fuck?" Lawrence squinted. He was too hung over for this shit. "Did I have a crackhead orgy and forget about it?"

The two "ghosts" paused. "NoOoOoOoO We'Re GhOstS!" Adam said in a wailing voice.

"Did you two break in here to steal shit? Because I don't have any-"

"No! We're here to haunt you! We want you out of our house!" Barbara snapped. Beetlejuice raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, I bought this house fair and square. Also, ghosts aren't real." He grabbed a nearby hockey stick and used it to lift the bottom of Barbara's ghost sheet. "What're ya' wearin' under there? Nothing? Ya'll some kinky ghosts?"

Barbara scoffed and swatted the stick away. "You aren't scared of us?"

"No...why would I be scared of two dorks in sheets? Also, why did you break into my house?"

"We're ghosts, and this is our house!" Adam insisted. "Wait...you can see us without the sheets?" He slowly pulled his off. Lawrence looked pretty disappointed that they weren't actually naked under them.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be able to?"

Barbara floated up through the floor in front of him to prove her point. "Because the living shouldn't be able to see us! That's what that woman said." Lawrence jumped back, a little startled, but hardly frightened.

"Oh shit...so you two are...like, real ghosts?"

"Yes! That's what we've been telling you this whole time!" Adam was getting frustrated. "Now, if you could so kindly leave our house forever-"

"Whoa whoa whoa. Ghosts or not, I bought this house with my bottom dollar. I'm not leaving," Lawrence crossed him arms huffily. "Not even two sexy ghosts can change my mind. Actually, it might be a better reason to stay!" He cackled.

Barbara let out an indignant cry and grabbed Adam, pulling him up towards the ceiling and back into the attic to revise their plan. Lawrence watched them, his grin falling almost as soon as they were gone. Huh, so there was an afterlife...He wondered if it was any better than his current one. Well, only one way to find out! Lawrence made his way to the roof to test his theory. It wasn't like this hadn't been in the back of his mind for a while now, anyway.

[Assistant]
Lydia was moping on the roof, knees drawn towards her chest. What was the point of even trying? She was invisible and always will be. She sighed softly before noticing someone else had joined her on the roof. Hey, it's the Breather who bought this place. What's he doing up here? She wondered before floating over to him.

"Whoa, dude, back away from the edge! Are you trying to kill yourself?" She exclaimed when seeing how close he was to falling to a death that would definitely involve multiple broken bones.

[User]
Lawrence slowly stumbled out to the edge of the roof. He definitely wasn't very coordinated. Being hung over didn't help. He was looking down in the yard, thinking his options over, when he heard another voice. God, was he finally losing it? He turned to see some woman he'd never met floating beside him. How many ghosts did this house have?!

"Yeah," He said casually. "I was thinking about aiming for that bird bath over there. Think I can make it?"

[Assistant]
"Wait, you can...see me?" Lydia asked, tears of joy stinging her eyes. Finally, someone who could see her! She was going to have a new best friend! Wait a second, aiming for the birdbath? He was going to-

"NOOOOO!" She shouted before composing herself. "I mean, no. Look, you could use a buddy, right? Don't cha want a pal? Don't end yourself dude, stand up for yourself. I can be your friend if you just say my name."

[User]
Lawrence was already judging how far he'd have to jump to impale himself on that bird bath when the ghost woman stopped him. He straightened up, frowning. What did she care if he killed himself? She was a ghost herself! He crossed his arms, not looking convinced.

"Look lady, I'm very busy here. I don't have money for whatever ghostly self help program you're running. And besides, I don't even know your name!"

[Assistant] "I don't want your money. As for my name, I can't say it, like at all. Can't write it, the letters get jumbled. Same with spelling." She explained, a little frustrated. Come on, sucker, I need you to say my name.  She thought to herself.

[User] He sighed. "How am I supposed to say your name if I don't know it. You wanna...play charades or something?" This was dumb. He could be halfway to ghost purgatory by now.

[Assistant] "Yes, perfect!" Lydia exclaimed. "It one word but three clues." She said before holding up a finger to indicate the first clue before turning herself into a Tupperware container and opening the lid.

[User] "Oh, shit, uh," Lawrence really sucked at this game. "Left overs? Take out? Tupperware? Plastic? Lid?"

[Assistant] "No, no. Close but no. No. Yes, that's it!" Lydia replied turning back into herself with a grin. "Okay, second clue." She said before turning into a giant eyeball. This was honestly an easy one.

[User] "Uh...look? See? Eyeball? Eye?"

[Assistant] "That last one! Okay, third and final clue." She said before pulling out a report card full of A's.

[User] "Pass? Honor roll? Grade? A?"

[Assistant] "Nope. Nah-uh. Close. Bingo! Now put it together." She said. She was so close to freedom!

[User] "Lid-eye-A!" Lawrence was so confident when he said it, too.

[Assistant] "Close but change that eye to sound a bit more E." She advised. Geez, even when he got it he was dumb. Then again he was a Breather, so she couldn't fully blame him.

[User] "Lydia?" He tilted his head, "Your name is Lydia?"

[Assistant] "Yes! Now all you gotta do is say my name three times, spoken unbroken. Deal?" God she could taste freedom it was that close.

[User]
Lawrence blinked. Then, a devious grin spread across his face. "Okay. Lydia...Lydia...Llllllook here. I see what you're trying to do here. You think that just because I'm some sad sack about to jump off his roof to his death that you can come in here and push me around? Well I got news for you Lydia, Lydia, Lady you're dealing with the wrong guy. I know a con when I see one."

Meanwhile downstairs, the Maitlands were trying to clean up. The TV, still running, suddenly cut to a commercial.

"Betelgeuse's gently used cars! Ladies and gents, these are the best prices in town!" Lawrence was dressed up in a cowboy outfit, using a fake southern accent. "So come on down here and wrangle up these savings! I'll do anything to sell you a car! I'll even chew on a dog! Ahrooooo!"

The commercial cut to something else. Adam glanced at Barbara. "He sells used cars?"

"His last name is Betelgeuse?"

"Barbara, look at this mess. This is someone who is struggling, and, and we're trying to put him out of his own house!"

"It's our house, Adam."

"That he bought. I mean...he might be gross, maybe a little sketchy, but we shouldn't put him out on the street. He's clearly going through something here."

"You're right," Barbara said, "We should go find him and apologize."

[Assistant]
"Yes. Yes! Oh man this is going to be grea-wait what?" She said as he said her name before chewing her out. "Whoa, look, buddy, chum, pal. I'm just trying to do ya a solid. Isn't that what friends do? Whatdaya want? Qualifications? I graduated from Julliard, I've a great bio exorcist, and I've seen The Exorcist 167 times, AND IT GETS FUNNIER EVERYTIME I SEE IT! HOW'S THAT FOR QUALIFIED?!" She shouted before her head spun around like a top.

"Whoa, almost lost my head." She commented as she grabbed on to stop it.

[User]
Lawrence opened his mouth to say something, but the Maitlands arrived on the scene before he could.

"Uh, Mr. Betelgeuse?" Barbara asked, approaching him sheepishly.

"Lawrence," he corrected her.

"We just wanted to-" Adam started to say something, but stopped when he saw Lydia. "Whoa, what is she doing here? Don't listen to anything she says, Lawrence! She's trying to trick you!"

"Yeah, no shit," He shrugged. "I kinda' figured."

[Assistant] "Trick him?!" Lydia exclaimed before letting out an offended choked noise. "I'd never do that! All I did was help my new pal know my name, that's all." She looked over at Lawrence, standing near the edge of the roof. "Look, maybe I was a little aggressive on the sell. But we're BFF's forever, right?"


[System]
* Age: 16
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: Armored, Unarmored. She is 5'1, with pale skin, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Her armor is silver with gold decorations. Her sword has a golden hilt.
* Personality: Fanilly is one to take her duty seriously. This is both due to a belief in the cause of the Iron Rose Knights, and a severe insecurity and self-consciousness about her position. She is well aware that she is young and comparatively inexperienced. She knows that she is only in the position she is because of her birth, as she was born under a full moon. This only makes her feel worse about it. For Fanilly Danbalion, captain of the Iron Rose Knights, she can't help but feel that they have a point. She's young. And even though the founder was the same age, she was viewed as something miraculous, almost a saint. Should Fanilly truly be leading them? This weighs heavily on her mind, and thus one of her biggest desires is to prove that she is. In spite of her young age, in spite of how this tradition has worn thin for some, Fanilly wants to prove that she is a worthy captain of the Iron Rose Knights above all else. Aside from this desire, the girl is somewhat socially awkard, sometimes unprepared for conversation. However, she is not really shy and can generally deal with attending various functions in the capital, as is expected of the Iron Rose Knights. She is dedicated to the purpose of the order, to defend the innocent and protect the land of Thaln. However, the doubts surrounding her have lead to a lack of confidence in herself. Fanilly has a younger sister and as a result has a somewhat stronger affinity for children and desire to keep the safe, but as someone dedicated to the Iron Rose Knights' cause she wishes to protect all those in need. While she has a lacking in confidence, she retains some pride in her training, as she has proven to be skilled at swordplay in spite of her youth.
* Brief Backstory: Fanilly was a daughter of the Danbalion family, a noble family already. While they had never been knights, her birth on a full moon immediately made her a potential future candidate for the Iron Rose Knights' captain. She was simply needed sooner then many expected. And so she experienced training for several years leading up to her instatement as the Captain of the Iron Rose Knights. Initially she was confident in herself, but it quickly became clear that even some within the Knights had grown tired of the tradition of selecting a maiden born on a full moon to be the captain. This wore on her quickly, and has lead to her desperation to prove herself.
* Equipment: Fanilly wears a well-made set of somewhat ornate armor. She wields a fine longsword in her right hand and a dagger with a curved hilt for trapping weapons in her left.
* Skills: Fanilly has experienced extensive training in swordplay, specifically in the use of a longsword in both hands, or paired with a unique parrying dagger.

[User] "I'm strong." Christina said, her breath making tiny ripples in the water. "I have a shield, and I know some protection magic." She punctuated the end of her explanation by sinking further into the water, so only her nose and eyes stayed visible. She blew a single bubble of air from her mouth, looking for all the world like a bored child.

[Assistant]
Marianne Delacroix

After having listened to Sir Garrett's dark story, Marianne and her maids made not a sound. Unmoving and expressions stoic as they all processed just what it was that he had told them. Marianne thought to defend herself and other magic users, but as Sir Garrett had shared such a personal and intimate story with them, she thought it to be disrespectful and rude to the memory of his sister. Thankfully, Marianne had eaten more than enough for her to be satisfied. Her appetite lost as she looked down to the table. She thought to perhaps express her sorrow and condolences to Sir Garrett, but thought that would reopen old wounds. At least, the ones she hadn't already unintentionally opened already for her comrade.

She bit her lip as she thought hard to herself, long strands of her hair falling over her shoulder to conceal part of her face as she did. She couldn't imagine the heartbreak she would experience if one of her brothers or other family members was to commit such an act. Brushing the strands out of her face and tucking them behind her ear, she looked back up to Sir Garrett. It was disorienting to see such a formidable man with all of his bulk act in such a way. The story his eyes told, his body language, and his tone of voice. It all painted the picture of a hurt man. A man betrayed by a loved ones in such a way that he condemned large general populations and cultures of people. She couldn't blame him for the way he thought and felt. Perhaps if such a thing were to ever happen to her, she may have been the same way. It made their relationship all the more awkward, though she felt oddly flattered that he was comfortable enough to share that tidbit with her and confide in her. Marianne wondered if he had ever done so for anyone else.

A maid stepped forth and gently touched at Marianne's shoulder, shaking her from her thoughts.
"Lady Marianne. You should retire to your chambers." The senior maid suggested.
Straightening in her seat, she looked at Sir Garrett and then to her maids.
She nodded her head, silently.
As Marianne stood, the senior maid pulled her chair out for her.
With a slight polite bow of her head, Marianne bade her good nights to her fellow Iron Rose Knight.
"It is getting rather late. Here is where we'll have to part ways, Sir Garrett. Thank you for joining me for dinner. We must do this again sometime in the near future." she managed to say with a smile.
Turning, Lady Marianne walked away with a certain grace. Unsure if her remaining silent was the right course of action to take. As she left the room, five of her maids followed closely behind her in a single file column. The remaining two stayed behind to clean up. One cleared Marianne's side. The other stood by Sir Garrett.
"Are you finished with your meal, Sir Garrett?"
If he answered in the affirmative, then she would clear his spot for him.
If not, she would remain behind until he did.

Once the last two maids had finished their tasks, they would leave and follow after the rest. Following Lady Marianne to her chambers, where she would then bed for the night to rest for the next day. Prepared for whatever the next day brought to her and the Iron Roses.

[User]
Sult nodded, as her deft hands made her way towards the soft skin of her captain's back. Even though her face remained mostly serious, she had always secretly wanted a little sister to do this kind of stuff. Thinking for a bit she pieced an answer together.

"I am Sult. I just do things, i guess. Well met."

It was then when out of the corners of her mind, the beast of mischief sprung forth. "If you want a backscrub too, please wait. Cutest go first."

As if on cue, Sult leaned forward towards Fanilly, starting to do something more than scrubbing. She was actually massaging Fanilly. Inching closer and closer, until the back of the first was touching so slighty the front of the second.

And then she finished scrubbing, sponge in hand.

[Assistant]
Well, this all seemed to be going relatively smoothly, at least. The two new knights seemed to be knowledgeable and adept at what they did, though without seeing them in action there was only so much that could be said. For a meeting being held in a bath, this was going somewhat decently. The girl couldn't help but flinch a little, however, when she felt Sult's hands on her back. Recalling getting the same treatment by her maids, however, she swiftly relaxed.

"It's... it's very nice to meet you," she began, attempting to ignore the 'cutest go first' comment. It was embarrassing... and then... then the older girl was massaging her. The smallish blonde trailed off, cheeks burning hot with embarrassment, as she felt Sult massage her back, lean in rather close... and then be done with it.

"... I, er... well..."

It took several moments for Fanilly to regain her composure.

From there, the girl managed to talk a bit more, mostly introducing herself and asking a few more questions about the new knights' interest in the order. Anything to keep herself from becoming an embarrassed mess.

---

The next day, however, was quite a different one. The sun was once again sinking low, this time casting the sky in a vast array of oranges and reds, purples and yellows. Light played off the low-hanging clouds in a dazzling display of colors.

Fanilly's maids had braided her hair. Her armor and weapons had been cleaned to their most perfect condition. Now, there was only one thing that remained for her to do. She had to proceed to the party. She'd picked a fair variety of knights to accompany her, focusing on both new knights and a few veterans as well. They had been permitted to wear any formal attire they so chose, and Fanilly had decided to request that any armor must be suited to this if it is brought along.

This, she had realized, put Tyaethe in quite a predicament. But she couldn't deny she felt some desire to see what was under the 'immortal knight's' armor. It was such a mystery, after all.

Regardless of mystery knights' looks, Fanilly felt her nervousness rising. Her training as a child had not exactly left her attending a large number of parties, though she had been to a few small affairs in the past.

This was no small affair. The Royal Castle loomed ahead, a throng of guests milling both in the castle gardens and visibly within. Fanilly had been to the castle before, but... never when it was this crowded. The walls around the castle were strong and thick, but naturally the knights had been allowed through. They were both guests, and the Iron Roses themselves, after all.

The castle itself was an impressive structure. Known as the Crown of Thaln, or the Spikes of Aimlenn, it was a rectangular building, four larger towers arranged at each corner with a much larger one in the center. It was made of a dark grey stone, decorated with white. The gardens around the castle were verdant and thriving, filled with small trees, a wide array of flowers, and small ponds. Even here, however, there were clear signs of spots where soldiers would hold their ground, in case of an attack.

But at the moment, there were no such soldiers.

Fanilly led her knights through the crowd, to the castle itself. The interior hall was wide and spacious, and a herald declared each knight's status as they entered the room. Tables of food lined the walls, men, women, and children were everywhere, adorned in finery, and guards were posted evenly about the hall.

Fanilly couldn't help but feel somewhat nervous about such a large event.

But, this was it. The princess was no where to be seen, for the moment, but Fanilly was certain that would change quite soon.


[System]
Age: 29

Gender: Male

Appearence: The character is inside a nano suit made for battle with the latest technology, the character has a large pony tail and a calm, but sturn look on his face, wich is covered by his helmet. His chest has a scar that has a cross shape. Long-ish leggs and short feet.

Personality: Calm, but serious at war, and other things. Doesn't really care about others. Lone wanderer. Doesn't speak much. Gratefull to those who join him. Fights for answers, honor and peace. "One blade, one purpose...", quiet, misanthrope.

Strenghts: Huzuni has the power to control the wind, but since he got upgraded into a nano samurai, his abilities have enhanced. He is able to finish oponents that are mid air, since they are left with nothing to do other then watch Huzuni finish them off... they are living their last breath. Enhanced vision, mobility, awareness and strength.

Weaknesses: Huzuni can get a little out of control when messed arround with his feelings. If cought out there's not much he can do. If the nano suit is disabled, he's left with his skills, wich for the time, are not effective.

Equipment: A full nano suit, wich has been created with the latest technology (Has a built in radar, a gliding kit, and more). A nano blade, wich was just an ordinary samurai sword that could only control wind. (Now, it can controll nano-energy, as well as wind)

Biography: Huzuni was once a normal samurai, that lived in Ionia - his place of birth. He lived a happy life with his friends and master, until one day... Ionia was attacked and Huzuni had to defend his master. He was full time alert, to make sure his master would be fine. His people needed him on the battlefield, so he decided to go and help them for as backup. But when he came back to check on his master, he was laid on the floor... with a cut on his heart. The master used his last breath to tell Huzuni that he got killed by a wind technique, wich only he knew. Huzuni has failed his people, and when everyone came to check on him as well, they tought he was the killer. Betrayed by his own, Huzuni became revolved, and became a lone wonderer. He had survived for 7 years alone, but then... a shadow attacked him with a strange force, wich killed Huzuni. Many, many years later. Huzuni has woken up from the dead on a laboratory, with a confused look on his face. The scientists explained to him what has happened, they turned him into: P.R.O.J.E.C.T H.U.Z.U.N.I ,even so, he was relieved and gratefull to them. Once he got up, he tested out his old and new abilities on a test room. He had fully recovered what he learned from his long dead master, and now, with the wind and nano-technology on his side. He became a mercinary it not for glory or money, but for answers, honor, and peace. Will he find out who the killer of his master was? Will he find out who, or what was, the mysterious shadow? One thing's for certain, Huzuni, will find out eventually... (Also, technicly, he's not 29, but... since he died when he was 29, it'll stay as such. Otherwise he'd be a lot older)

Romance: Yes, Straight, but doesn't talk much with females (or anyone in general)

[User]
Huzuni woke up from resting at his room. "*Yawn* Well, that was helpfull! I'm feeling much better. The suit also recharged, wich is good. Anyways... what now?" He said as he stood up and went outside his room. "Wait a minute... how many hours have passed? I have a slight feeling that the four hours are comming to an end... I hope Belle is OK."

He looked onto his visor, and checked the time. Thirty minutes remained for the cure to end its effect, and Huzuni needed to check if the virus was still on Belle's head. "The cure isn't addicting like a drug, wich wouldn't hurt using when needed multiple times... but if the virus evolves, it will be able to survive the cure on future uses. I need to tell her this! Even tough I still have time, I need to be quick!" And so, he went to Belle's room. She wasn't there, so he went to the bridge, since he tought it would be one of the other places she'd be at the momment.

Huzuni rushed to the bridge, since he didn't want to waste precious time. When he got there, he said. "Belle! Oh thank christ you're OK! *Heavy Breathe* I need to tell you something. Oh, I... Uh... Hi Ramia... How are you? Could I perhaps talk to Belle? It's pretty urgent."

[Assistant]
" How should i know where she is at. And i dont like this place asswel but here is where the Valaint was heard last." He stepped aside showing them Artyem,s location.
" And it seems we have found our missing crew member asswel.

[User] Ramia just glanced at Huzuni and nodded "Of course you may - except if she dislikes the idea." What a strange, strange man. The dark haired woman rolled her eye and again continued staring out of the window. She seemed to have a lot on her mind.

[Assistant] "Thank you, miss." He replied with. "Belle, may we discuss about something? Like I said, really important." He replied with, awaiting for the girl to decide wether or not she'd want to talk about such thing Huzuni was anxious for telling her.

[User] Belle listens quietly to the conversation until Huzuni showed up, asking to talk to her. Again? She thinks to herself, turning to stare at Huzuni for a few moments. "As long as it is quick, and it is really urgent," Belle says, before turning to look at Ramia. "I won't be long, honey." She says, giving Ramia a kiss on the cheek. Turning around, she walks out of the bridge, motioning for Huzuni to follow.

[Assistant]
James realized that he had given Penny to Scarlett right before they broke into Belle,s room."Scarlett Where did you leave Penny?
He then Set a course to Artyem,s posistions.

[User]
They seperate a little from Ramia and Huzuni tells Belle what he was worried about. "The cure I gave to you, while you were being controled by the virus, is about to end... you have 20 more minutes of immunity. You'd think that I could just keep making these but... I can't. The virus will adapt and eventually, it will be imune to the drug."

He lowered his head a little before continuing with a low tone of voice. "I think that you're eventually going to be taken over again... Unless we find a real doctor or surgeon, we can't do much... You may go back to talk with Ramia."

The man turned arround and went on to search to James, before he started walking, he whispered. "I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it..." He then continued to search to James, to discuss their next destination.

[Assistant] After receiving the little kiss on her cheek Ramia paced back and forth on the bridge in a rather agitated manner. I should be fixing the Guardian... If we get in to a fight here I'd rather have at least one ace up my sleeve... Why are people fussing so damn much without results? She let out a little annoyed sigh and again paused to stare out from the window. Why here of all places? Damnit? This is not an advantageous terrain... Well... at least this place does have some defensive positions we could use for our advantage... The dark haired woman glanced at the door that lead out of the bridge. I hope Belle is ok... What if the virus comes back? What should I do? Focus... don't let your worry show.

[User] "You know for a general you sure have a bad pokerface." He looked at her his eye,s showing hints of amusement." And about Belle i think we have to nock her out for this mission. And since you are the closest to her. in both ways." he laughed." It would be wise if you did the nocking out part." He then also looked outside. This part of space was mostly picked clean by scavengers. But you could still see the Wrecks of old ships to full of radiation to even near it." We will be at Artyem's location soo try fixing up your suit in the few hours that you have. Oh and dont forget nocking your girlfriend out. I dont want here screwing up my plans by blowing up the ship."

[Assistant]
Belle's eyes lower as she listens. That would be horrible, She thinks to herself. If the virus were to become immune to the cure, then she may be stuck with it in her head. "T-Thank you... For telling me this," She says before she turns and walks back to the bridge.
Belle slinks into the bridge, looking slightly downed, and she makes her way back up to Ramia and James. "Hi... I'm back," She murmers, straightening up. "What's happening?"

[User] " um nothing just talking about the reef is all. Why dont you two just go fix the space suit." He then contaced Ramia via data pad saying." Do it.

[Assistant] Ramia offered her right hand to Belle and smiled "How about we go and see what we can do about that big toy of mine." She glanced at James and rolled her eye. I will not harm her any more than what is necessary, you'd better keep that in mind. The dark haired woman then headed towards the Guardian.

[User] "Alright," Belle answers, looking downed, before she takes Ramia's hand. Forcing a smile on her face, which was easy with Ramia there. Walking with Ramia to the guardian, she looks at her. "Ramia, I'm not sure if Huzuni wants me to tell you this or not, but, in twenty minutes or so I am going to come under the influence of the virus again. I have the pouch with the liquid stuff and the bullet to cure me, but he claims that eventually it will become immune to it." Belle says. When they reach the Guardian, she decides to take her mind off of anything else and focus on fixing the Guardian. Walking up to it's leg and crouching down, she begins to inspect the damage. "Where should I start?"

[Assistant] You have to be kidding me... Why does that damn medicine have such a ridiculously low effective time? Ramia smiled reassuringly "We'll just have to find a new medicine then." She tilted her head and examined the Guardian while making calculations about what the two of them could accomplish. "I think we should fix the thrusters and do something about the damaged wiring on the right arm - since it's missing the cannon... Hmmm... I say we start with the thrusters and see what we can do about the arm after that." She removed her jacket and took out a rather large crate full of all sorts of spare parts - obviously you could get some really good parts if you know what you are looking for. "Ok, let's start with the main thruster since it just isn't working at all."

[User] "Yes, we should. Good plan." The girl stands, and moves to the main thruster of the Guardian. "let's see. The igniter seems to be quite damaged. Yes, and the deatomizer also seems to be completely gone." Belle shakes her head and grabs some parts, beginning to work on the thruster, humming to herself.

[Assistant] Huzuni headed up to James and asked. "Hey, captain? Got a moment to discuss something here? It's about our next destination." He then awaited for the captain to answer, due to it seeming he was distracted at the momment.

[User]
"Penny?" Scarlet asked looking confused at James. "Oh that bird.?" She soon replied having a quick thought back to when that girl was first locked in her room. "I will get it." She said thinking about the last location she remembered leaving it.

She returned twenty minutes later looking a little worse for wear, "here it is." she passed it to him her words slightly out of breath sounding, probably due to the fact that she took fifteen minutes to find the damned thing and didn't want to be too late so she jogged back. "Why do you need it?" She asked.

[Assistant]
Ramia smiled faintly and began fixing the leg thrusters. "Sadly I didn't quite get all the parts I needed. As you see this little toy has the most powerful thrusters which the frame can support, does miracles for movement, but... heh... umh... It also needs triple dampening... which I didn't have time to install when I... when... things happened." The dark haired woman shook her head slightly and sighed. "Oh well, not going to dwell on it now, there are more important things to think about..."

Though Ramia claimed that she was not a good mechanic she seemed to know exactly where every part went in the thrusters. "I should have taken a Mark VII or even Mark X... Especially the latter model is a real beauty - not necessarily the fastest Flight Suit, but it just has so much stopping power." Her voice was filled with excitement. "I hate to brag, but... Well... My Mark IV may seem a bit... out of shape, but with the thrusters back to full operational capacity I'm able to outmaneuver and outgun even a full fledged Avenger - you know, those anti ship Flight Suits with their fancy beam swords and quad beam cannons..." The Halcyon General spoke of the Avenger like it was one of the most beautiful war machines ever built - which it in her own opinion more or less was. "I just hope we'll find enough parts to repair the beam cannon on the Guardian... Then I can show you guys exactly how good an ace I am." She smiled warmly and continued fixing the thrusters.

[User] Belle chuckles, otherwise remaining quiet as she connects the new de-atomizer. Ramia sounded very happy, quite excited, which made Belle smile. If Ramia was happy, that gave her a reason to be happy, too. As Ramia finished her speech, Belle makes a bawky comment. "I already know how good you are... In bed." She begins to laugh, before leaning back after the new part was successfully connected. She began to move to the side of the thruster, making sure that parts were properly secured and welded.

[Assistant] " That bird aint mine its Belle's bird if you could just give it to her thank you very much." He then looked at Hizi who looked worried. Wich made no sense for him at al." Yes Hizi you wanted to talk to me?"


[System]
Age: 400

Personality: Proper, Compassionate, Manipulative.

[User]
Skylar could feel the blonde girl struggle against her hold. As if that would make her let go, but instead with each struggle it made her grip better. Perhaps if she had better control of her thirst and urges, Sky would have thought to warn that her reaction would make this hurt worse. But then again she was just a meal, so why should it matter? She felt the girls body tighten as her fangs made contact with her neck. The sweet candy tasting blood running down only to be licked away quickly. Though it was almost ruined be the chemical after taste that the drugs girl had licked, shot, smoked, eat, or whatever she fucking did with it. It was such a shame really, if she wasn't so thirsty.

Skylar felt the blonde stop fighting all together. She pulled her hands from around the girl. Hands moved instead to where one was on her rips and the other come to lay on her hip. As she moved where she was even closer to the girls body pulling the blood to get more a small moan coming out as she got more. Skylar had every intent of drinking the girl dry. At least until she heard the girls heartbeat start to slow down.

Pulling her fangs from the girls neck, she licked the bite once more to heal it. Skylar sighed softly against the girls skin, unable to bring herself to kill her. "Invite me inside lovely." She whispered the order softly and sweetly into her ear knowing she was still likely high. "You need to lay down."

[Assistant]
As Grace felt the woman pull away and lick her neck she moaned softly. She looked at this woman through hazy eyes. Her vision was a little blurred now and she felt weak, but still really good. It was a strange combination. As the woman spoke her ears pricked to her voice.

"I.. Is that true? That you cant come in unless invited?" She questioned curiously. Her voice soft and gentle as she felt high as a kite. She stumbled away from the woman a little as she crouched to go into her boarded up doorway. She stepped through and over almost falling over. She peeked through the planks of wood to see her stood outside still.

"You are welcome to come inside, miss... I don't even know your name" She laughed a little.

[User]
A smile spread softly on Skylar's lips as she heard the moan keeping from the blonde whom she had finished drinking from. Before telling the woman to invite her inside. She nodded her head a little at the woman's question. "It is true, at least for the first time." She answered smoothly.

When the woman turned and headed inside Sky let her eyes wash over her body quickly. She was really rather pretty, it was a shame she had to put those nasty things in her body. Sky could still taste the after taste on her tongue. Sky once again had to stop herself from chuckling as the girl almost tripped. This woman was entertaining, maybe it was a good thing she didn't drain her dry as she had planed.

She peeked through the boards back at her, for the moment it took for her to invite Sky in. "My name? Oh how very rude of me." Sky spoke before climbing through the boards. "It's Skylar Ravensblood. But you can just can me Sky if you wish. And ours?" She said before looking around the old abandoned house.

Her hand reached out and touched a wall before looking back at the blond. "This is where you are living?" She asked before looking around them a little more, she had hoped it would be a little better on the inside. It was not. "How very...rustic. It is older then even you."

[Assistant]
Grace watched almost in awe as the vampire gracefully made her way inside her little hovel. She suddenly felt embarrassed as she looked around herself as she could only imagine the luxurious place she came from. "I'm Grace...Grace Smith...B-but you can call me...whatever you want really..." She said softly, still the feeling of embarrassment flooding her. That and she was still pretty damn high.

"S-sorry it isn't much... It's not actually my house, I...I just squat here..." Trailing off, looking down as she poked at the dirty floor with her equally dirty boot. There was empty and smashed bottles around the place. On the walls where there was still paper, it was peeling off. The floorboards showed through the extremely thinning carpet and rugs. Its smelt of damp and decay. "It's... A shithole I-I know..." She trailed again as she continued to avert her gaze from the beauty that was in front of her.

[User]
Skylar looked to Grace as she told her name. It was a very nice name, a lot easier to remember than some of the odd names that seemed to be thrown around a lot more those days. "A pleasure Grace." Sky said looking around the dirty and drift house. Before looking back at the still high blonde, tilting her head slightly. She was squatting in this place? Part of her wanted to ask if Grace was homeless. That was what squatting meant, yes? But no, asking such a thing was rude.

Skylar hadn't even noticed how dirty the floor was until she looked down to see what Grace was staring so intently at. There was broken bottles everywhere and part of her worried about whatever had been in them getting on her shoes. What Grace said next made her face soften a little, Sky was being a rude house guest. If you can call this a house still. She pursed her lips at her own thoughts. What made it worse was that the beautiful blonde was now avoiding looking at her.

Skylar clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple of times. "Now, now child. One of my coven members lived in a half burnt cottage before he was turned. It could be worse." She said softly trying to make her feel better, her fingers coming to the girls face and pushed some hair from her face but also wanting her glaze. "Do you have this place to yourself or are there others whom stay here? I'm not sure what squatting means exactly." She asked before looking around. "Perhaps a tour? I have a while before sun up."

[Assistant]
Grace looked rather shocked as the vampire lady asked for a tour of her ...to put it lightly... shit hole of a 'home'. "E....Err... Sure okay but... its not anything special." She said then did a small spin with her arms out "This is the living room slash entrance." She said shrugging then moved past her to the hallway and pointed into the kitchen. "That's the kitchen ... its not that great really. I mean it has running water but no gas or electricity... in fact the whole house doesn't have gas or electricity. Running water though... That's a plus, toilet and all." she said sighing.

She was hating this. Showing such a beautiful creature around such a hovel. She probably came from a grand home full of the finest things and here she was, avoiding stepping on broken glass and empty syringes. She made her way up the creaking stairs that faced the wonderfully not clean at all bathroom. Turning a sharp left they were then faced with her 'bedroom'.

It consisted of a dirty moth eaten mattress, a bin which was full of old dirty needles (she always made sure hers was all in one place, the others around the house were her 'friends'), empty liquor bottles littered the room though. She turned and looked at the beautiful brunette and had a slight wince on her face as she spoke "This is my room... if you could call it mine" She said softly. "I do have 'house mates' of sorts, they are probably out of it though in their rooms... Sometimes I find them dead from overdose, so new people move in. I don't really know them that well. They are messy though, leaving their empty dirty needles around. I have to go pick them up and put them in the needle bin..." She trailed off as she sighed looking down at the floor.

[User]
Skylar gave a slightly reassuring smile as she started the tour, before starting to follow behind her. Perhaps the fact there was no gas or electricity would have been a much larger thing to the newer vampires or humans. Though it didn't seem as much an issue in Sky's mind. For she was old enough to remember a time before electricity was not owned by anyone other then the rich. That being said, this place was truly a shit hole wasn't it?

The needles littering the parts of the floor that not covering in empty and broken liquor bottles. Making her walk carefully despite how graceful her steps might have seemed. The stairs creaked as they walked up them, and Skylar didn't even look into the bathroom as they reached the top of the steps. For if the bottom floor was this bad, she didn't want to know what the bathroom would look like. There was a part of her hoped that Grace's room would be better than this.

Sadly though her hopes for a better sight was let down by the view of even more empty liquor bottles and the old mattress, if you could even call it that. At least there were no needles on the floor here, even if there were some in a bin, still at least they were picked up. By this time her eyes didn't even glance much over the room, but stayed on Grace. She had mostly asked for the tour because she wanted to spend more time with the beautiful blonde woman before her. Sky's eyes widened at her words about finding the others dead from overdose, a tisking sound coming from her mouth.

"Such a sad way to lose a life and blood. At least you clean up after yourself." She said before looking over Grace again, and what a waste for such a beautiful thing to have to live in such a place like this. When she made Grace her human, she would no longer have to live like this. She would be bring to live with the others of her clan in the mansion. She could have whatever she wanted other than drugs. She wouldn't have to hang her head in shame like she was now.

"Oh come, come now child. You could live in a worse place then this." She said, though she truly did doubt that. Walking over to Grace, Skylar hooked a finger under the girls chin, trying to softly make Grace look at her as she stood close. "Your face is much to beautiful to look so ashamed." She said softly as she leaned in and kissed the blondes cheek softly.

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Grace nodded as the vampire commented on how she cleaned up after herself. She saw it this way. It was her addiction. Her life. Her mess. She had to make sure no one would get hurt by her life choices. She was an addict. She used a ton of different drugs. To get over the fact that she was a dirty 'druggie' she drank. She drank and drank til her problems were no more. She did start to clean her room from bottles but there are just so many that it was hard to keep on top of. They aren't as small as needles that could just be tossed in a bin. She kept them out of the way, they littered pretty much all four corners of her 'bedroom'.

As Skylar kissed her cheek Grace felt her face go red. Such a beautiful being would kiss something so dirty? The fact that she drank her blood must have been... disgusting for her. She must have been pretty damn desperate. Maybe that's why she didn't drain her. Her blood was too gross. Shame. Would have been a cool way to go. Killed by a vampire. Not many can say that!

Graces eyes locked onto Skylar's as she continued to blush. She soon looked away and down at the floor. She wasn't good enough to look at such a sophisticated being like her. She was street vermin. And the vampire in front of her was almost like a Goddess. "I'm ashamed because of how far I have fallen... I used to have a job, friends, family, but I got fired, my friends and family turned me away when I needed help and now I'm just here... Nicking whatever I can to get my next fix, not caring about who I hurt in the process. I have gone to clinics and they don't help they just judge. I've tried going cold turkey and I cant do it. I just cant seem to kick the habit. Its like when I need my fix, my brain isn't even thinking, my body just does what it needs for the next dose." She sighed as she looked at the floor. She felt her cocaine in her pocket. Its strange. Since she had been bitten her craving for drugs went away, like it was as though she had got her fix.


[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."

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After a short amount of time, Travis slowly came to the realization that the skeletons had become more hesitant in approaching him. While as first the thought of his repulsion spells influencing a moral sapping effect with preventing his undead adversaries from getting close to him, I was soon more apparent that the skeletons were encompassing a more practice sense of the situation. A surge of mana spiked Travis' attention behind him to which he turned to face. One of the skeletons with its fragile arm raised was in the process of casting what appeared to be large and powerful spell.

"Uh oh," Travis helplessly said aloud, just as he felt the spell's surge of mana reaching its peak; the point of imminent discharge.

The best he could do was frantically bringing his arms up and pool as much mana into a defensive spell in an attempt to safeguard himself from the attack. It was when the skeleton's vanished did Travis brace himself, anticipating the worse kind of pain and damage to occur. Few seconds passed before Travis was curious of his well being and why it was still intact. He peeked ahead of him to see the skeleton that was engaging him had stopped short of casting its spell, likely due to a icey spike lodged in the skeleton's cranium before eventually its entire form crumbled to the ground.

Speechless about the sudden turn of events, and luck for that matter, Travis turned to see Arto lowering the bow within his hand after facing the now dispatched skeleton. Before he could thank his cold rescuer, both turned to the sound of more coffins releasing more skeletons to replace the ones defeated. As Artos voiced, the situation was hopeless at this rate if the skeletons were allowed to overrun them with their immense numbers unless there was a better, more efficient method for dealing with them. He then proposed the idea of using the spent coffins as cover before immediately assuming the role as a distraction, keeping the skeletons attention set on his powerful spell of growing ice.

Travis acknowledged the sound plan and quickly grabbed and pushed down the coffins lined up against the walls. It surprised him how light the coffins actually were as he took them down, especially knowing that they were made from mana crystals. Just as he tossed down a fair number of them, he was about to start forming the downed coffins into a barricade before Nemo came into the scene seeking to provide his assistance.

"Yeah, help me with racking these up as makeshift cover," Travis requested.

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Raiya dodged out of the way of a large fist the size of her body, seemingly the millisecond before the fist came down upon the ground where she once stood. She had jumped backwards a few feet, making sure the fist would whiff past her just enough. She then used her electrically enhanced body to jump in the air ten feet, and used an infused Iaijutsu slash to sever the large ogre's arm at the elbow.

The arm fell down with a crash, crushing a few skeletons as it did. The Ogre's head turned down, as if to look at the severed arm with his red glowing hollow eyes. The arm on the ground seemed to lift itself up, and reattach itself at the elbow.

It can heal? Raiya thought.

Then she looked behind herself to see the path that she had cleared, dismembering the skeletons, had filled back with the same skeletons she dismembered.

That was when she had glanced Nemo firing off some shots of his revolver, popping each skull as if it was amusement park game.

"That's it!" Raiya shouted in a tone of epiphany.

The ogre raised it's skeletal fist to the sky, it's eyes began to glow deeper shade of crimson, and mana began to collect around the fist. It was clear the ogre was looking to wipe everyone out in one go. But Raiya moved swiftly.

She launched herself up ten feet onto its rib bone and up another ten feet until she was level with the skull. She charged her mana inside the odachi, and before releasing the odachi from the scabbard, she shouted, "DENKI NO KENJUTSU: SEN HEBI NO KIBA (Electricity style: thousand snake fangs)"

In an instant, what looked like a flurry of blue crescent shaped lights consumed the area surrounding the skull of the ogre. Immediately the skull fell to pieces, including fragments of a large red mana crystal. Raiya stood on the shoulder of the still standing, but now fully lifeless, set of ogre bones.

"THE SKELETONS ARE BEING ANIMATED AND USING MAGIC THROUGH THE MANA CRYSTALS IN THEIR EYES! TAKE OUT THEIR HEADS!" Raiya exclaimed out to the others who were stacking coffins, probably in an attempt to provide themselves cover from any magic attacks that may come their ways.

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The legion of skeletons moved towards the group's barricade, a few of them launching themselves at it, and crawling up it. Others walking around it at flanking them from the sides.

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Nemo thought about what Felix asked as he began to fire off shots from his revolver into the heads of the skeletons that made it past the barricade. A small grin appeared on his face, signalling that he had come to some sort of conclusion.

"Do you want to see something cool, Travis?" Nemo asked, clearly having something else in mind.

Nemo shot off one more round into the skull of one of the skeletons before he holstered the firearm. He placed his palms out in front of him, and from it a large clear-white manashield sprung fourth. The curved shield wall had more than enough surface area to protect both Travis and Nemo from a danger still uncertain.

Raiya's announcement caught Nemo's attention. He looked to her on top of the bones of the Ogre and called out. "You said I'm just as bad as rumored to be... Well, do you remember some of the things I was rumored to be capable of?" Nemo asked as he covered his right eye with the back of his gloved hand, the X on his palm shown right where his eye would be. He grew a rather malicious looking smile and then answered. "Mass destruction via explosions."

Nemo turned away and then crouched down, placing his palms on the floor. A long white line made of mana sprawled itself out from his hands, across the floor, under the shield, and ended over by below the mana crystal coffin barricade. And from that a giant glowing white X appeared under the crystal blockade. At this point Nemo's intentions seemed to be crystal clear to the rest of the group. It would likely be wise for the remaining two to retreat behind his blast shield.

The magic X began to glow brighter, it etched it's own magic circle out around it, the floor began to noticeably vibrate and hum, and a rather unpleasant but musical screeching noise was emitted from the X as it reached it's apex charge. Nemo figured the buffer time would give the group enough time to prepare

"Eruptio Maximus."

With those final words a chain reaction was set in motion. The magic line trailing from Nemo's palms to the spell began to rapidly fizzle out like a line of gunpowder. Once it reached the giant X a enormous explosion befell the room. The screeching instantaneously stopped and was replaced with a deafening boom and massive amount of glass shattering. Or in this case: crystal.

The mana crystal coffins shattered into countless pieces and fragmented at high velocity throughout the room in a devastating fashion. Even Nemo's blast shield was pelted with crystal shards. As the smoke and dust began to clear Nemo raised back up from his crouched position.

He had a rather pleased expression on his face. The mana shield dropped afterwards allowing Nemo to view his handiwork clearly. The sheer force from the blast was enough to crush the skulls and tear apart any of the skeletons nearby, and the indiscriminate shrapnel would shred the remaining ones. The devastating amount of shards would almost guarantee at least one would rip through their bone craniums.

Nemo calmly stepped a few feet forward and bent over to pick one one of the mana crystal shards. After leaning back up he examined it; about five inches long and one inch wide. He looked up and dangled it over his mouth before dropping it down his gullet and swallowing it whole.

Nemo then placed his hands in his pockets and viewed the carnage left behind. Skeletons, bones, and parts of were strewn about the room everywhere. Accompanied by the remaining shards of crystal, most of whom were stuck into the wall. He figured a few of them might have survived. But trusted the rest of the group could take care of the stragglers.

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"Thanks for the tip!" shouted Travis as he acknowledged Raiya's new bit of information

While setting up the coffins as a makeshift barricade had bought them time, the legion of skeletons continued their assault without slowing. After repulsing a bone-walker that attempted to crawl over the barricade by dislodging its skull, Nemo once more queried Travis, this time for his attention to something fascinating.

"As long as it saves us." Travis replied without turning away from repelling another skeleton.

He then observed Nemo cast and projected a mana shield around them before speaking to Raiya regarding his previously discussed infamy and stated that he was liable for his crimes via overly-destructive explosions. Travis gulped as he heard this.

Perhaps to make his point as clear as the architecture around them, Nemo summoned a large X into the ground, encompassing them and the barricade too. Like a jet engine starting up, the X began to make a notable humming sound that slowly grew louder as it became brighter as well. Travis didn't need those symptoms told to tell him that this spell gathering mana as he felt the massive surge of mana spiking all around them.

Upon Nemo saying the trigger word for the spell, everything then erupted outside the mana shield in an explosive blinding light. Though the shield prevented the destruction from including them, Travis could feel the sheer blast shaking and thundering throughout his body. As the resulting haze cleared up for the most part, Nemo had dropped the shield in order to allow its occupants to survey the destruction. The makeshift barricade that served its purpose in dispelling the skeleton's magic was was comply obliterated with pieces of man crystal shredding the skeletons close-by and away from Nemo's powerful spell and those shrapnel that missed anything were practically lodged into the walls and floors with potentially little hope to remove by hand.

While a few, barely moving skeletons still remained, it seemed for the moment that Nemo had wiped the majority of the horde out through his torrent of destruction. Travis could only stare in awe at the ruination before turning to and finding Nemo gulping down a mana crystal with little care. As unusual as that appeared, Travis was willing to let him have the moment for the time being.

"That was cool." Travis openly admitted.


[System]
General Information
* Gender: Female
* Sexuality: Heterosexual
* Age: 21
* Home Nation: Half Hearing, Half Touch

Appearance
Penetrating green eyes, a delicate and elegant face and immaculately white skin and hair give Karina quite the unique and exotic appearance. Her body although small and apparently delicate hides a surprisingly agile, dexterous and flexible frame, fruit of her training. Usually wears an military style uniform with her hair tied and a cap. On formal occasions she unties her hair and prefers to wear dresses.

Bio
Karina was born out of the unusual union of a scholar from the Nation of Hearing and a general from the Nation of Touch. By the choice of her father, she went to live on together with her mother on her home nation as he wanted her to have a peaceful life, away from the chaos of war. On the Nation of Hearing, Karina would show her love for knowledge as her and her mother often passed their time studying together.
But unfortunately, having a life away from the was wasn't something that Karina would be able to enjoy for much longer... When she was only 10 years old, her mother fell ill with a very serious, contagious disease. Without any other option, Karina had to go to live with her father on the Nation of Touch.

There on the Nation of Touch, Karina's father became cold and even more distant, dedicating his entire time to his work trying to forget the pain from losing his loved one. Karina on the other hand was literally raised amongst soldiers and other high patent officers. Her education was already very good, in fact, it was better than most people, since she was herself the daughter of an scholar, but there were some things that her mother couldn't teach her in the pacifist Nation of Hearing. It was only natural that being so instructed and intelligent, she would learn certain military knowledge fast as she heard her father talking with other officers. But another one of those things was Fencing. After seeing two high patent officer sparring, she immediately fell in love with the Rapier. It didn't resemble violence, it was almost a dance. The way the officers moved almost effortlessly through the room, their rapiers singing as the edges kissed themselves... It was the perfect balance between violence and art. Since that moment, fencing became another one of Karina's hobbies, other than studying and debating with other officers about military strategies & etc.

As she grew older, as the General's daughter and after proving herself to be knowledgeable enough that not giving her a patent was deemed an absolute waste of talent, nobody dared to mistreat her. Known as the 'flower' of the military due to her beautiful looks and because she was always walking around the headquarters, either reading, talking with seasoned officers (often surprising her due to her intellect) or practicing her fencing, her influence grew both by her father's position and her patent.

Maybe because of her mixed blood or maybe due to her spending half of her life on the Nation of Hearing and the other half on the Nation of Touch, when Karina turned 15, a very unique magic awakened on her. Completely the opposite from the usual Tempraisionism magic that was common to the Nation of Touch, Karina was able to use the humidity and the cold on the air in various forms. Incredibly dangerous against other Tempraisionists due to her strength being their weaknesses, it was almost an irony that an officer from the Military of Touch having such magical talent... After that fact became known by the others on the Nation of Touch, she started being referred by some people as "The Ice Flower of the Nation of Touch".

Personality
Despite her nickname as 'The Ice Flower', Karina is actually not that cold when around friends. Enjoying a good conversation and often seen with a mysterious, but enchanting smile on her face, she is a real treat to look at.

Despite her quiet demeanor, she certainly has a very strong personality, maybe due to her father or to the fact that she was raised in the military, but her enchanting smile can turn into a real cold stare when angry and her cold but firm words are famous around the army for being able to frighten even a seasoned soldier.

When amongst other soldiers or in a combat situation though, Karina is almost a completely different person. Really living up to her nickname as the Ice Flower, she is practical, logical and cold both regarding strategizing or fighting herself.

Quirks:
Karina has a soft spot for sweets and hot beverages such as hot chocolate.

Skills
* Fencing: Karina developed her own style of fencing. More agile and elegant than the normal fencing, it's characterized by it's high mobility, deadly lunges, feints and extremely fast movements. While it lacks brute, raw strength, it more than makes up with agility and dexterity. Hence why the Rapier is the perfect weapon for her.
* Adept of Hearing: Just like her mother, Karina is an adept of hearing. Unlike her who used it for music and to distinguish the small difference in musical notes, Karina uses it in a much finer and complex way. By concentrating herself, she can go as far as hearing someone's heartbeats or their movements in order to be able to react much faster than she normally could.
* Natural Resistance to cold: Due to her magic and the fact that she trains so much with it, Karina developed a certain resistance to cold. Enough to allow her to use her magic for some time before she needs to stop.

Magic
Cryomancy:

Using the surrounding air temperature, or even her by lowering her bodily temperature, she can create ice in a myriad of ways. Be it creating blades made of concentrated ice to control through the air and cut her enemies, lowering the air temperature in order to counter Tempraisionists or even by lowering another person's bodily temperature in case she hits them with one of her ice blades or with her rapiers. Coupled with her fencing, it is incredibly dangerous as she can overpower opponents much stronger and tough than herself by lowering their bodies' temperature with each cut.

The drawback is that if the air temperature is high, she will have to resort to lower her own body's temperature and depending on how much time she does it, she can even pass out with hypothermia. Using clothes that preserve the bodily temperature like gloves, coats & etc. can allow her to use her magic even when the temperature of the air around her is a bit higher than the necessary for her to use her magic. In the other hand, when the climate is cold, Karina can use her magic almost freely.

Weaknesses
* Heat: Exactly the opposite from normal Tempraisionism, if the air around her is too hot (for example... if she is around a fireplace or something like that) She will need to use much more energy than normal to use her magic.
* Brute Strength: Karina is not that heavy or tall. In a contest of brute strength, she will most likely loose. This also means that if someone pins her down, she won't be able to get out by herself without resorting to magic.
* Too many blades: When creating concentrated ice blades, Karina can only create and maintain a maximum of 4 blades at the same time.

Equipment

Almost a piece of art, this rapier's blade was forged with an special method. It's dark red colored blade has an intricate pattern, formed naturally due to the way the steel was forged. It was a gift from her father when she became an officer. A little something he did trying to redeem himself for being such a distant father.

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Sil, The Magnificent

Sil giggled in delight as she watched her filthy looking friend mop the floor with mean looking people. Numbers are easier when thing you're counting is fast asleep. This would definitely be helpful with the mission! And what was the mission again? It was something super important, wasn't it?

Sil frowned. Head cocked. Finger to her lips. Hmmmmmmmm. Sil thought trying to recall what her mission was.

Feeling bored, she began rotating her form clockwise in mid-air, contemplating her thoughts. By the time she reached the upright position again, she was thinking about puddles and how humans sometimes make puddles when they think nobody is looking. She idly wondered if that was how the big puddle from yesterday came be. Perhaps the big puddle didn't eat it's mommy puddle and... How did she get to this train of thought again? Something important that she was trying to remember, right?

Sil Shrugged. Oh well. She thought. Must not have been that important.

Just then, her dirtied friend, came up to her asking about why Chres sent her down here. "Hmmmm... something to do with saving the world and puddles, I think. He's a silly human, you know?" Sil explained smiling happily.

Her friend didn't pay her comment much attention it seemed, for he moved on to the fat old man who lived here and started talking to him.

"I don't understand." The old man said, with his eye so wide that Sil thought they would pop out of his face. She giggled at the thought of it. "I humored Hark. I slept in the light of the Crystal Jade Candles. That was supposed to protect us from the damned cultist, right? Why are they raiding my place of establishment? Why are they attacking my family? What do they want from us? What did we ever do? Why are people going crazy in the streets? I don't understand."

"I don't understand either." Sil said absentmindedly. "Why do humans eat puddles? It's a mystery." Sil nodded. A serious look in her eye. The old man stared at her blankly. Sil returned his blanks stare with a friendly smile. She opened her mouth to say more, when a voice from outside interrupted.

"Hello my friends. My name is Sightless Syella. My fellow Clansmen and I have come in search for the ones who formed the Unspoken Pact with the abnormality the night before. Perhaps you know what I'm speaking of..." Sil fluttered over to the window to take a look outside.

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The man stood there attentively as he kept watch over the family, while also listening to Sil. It was just as he presumed, which was good of him. He kept wondering what to do now. He was still tied between going upstairs to get people downstairs ASAP, or to stay down here. He then smiled, the choice was simple. But the endeavor afterwards would be tricky. He was going to stay here and fight what comes in. The presence of the owner, his family, and himself no doubt would be attention grabbing to these cultists and their plan for mayhem.

Suddenly a voice. It was feminine, but very odd. He followed Sil a little bit to the window. "Now it starts..." He thought to himself as he saw this particular cultist out the corners of his eyes. This was totally one of the cult's head honchos coming after them. His hands began collecting some objects that he placed to the side. There was a grin of mischief as he executed his plans.

"Sil come here. I'm going to need you to a task for me and then we can play a game together. Go find your master and tell him to get down here, there's a mean lady. Now if you do this fast enough we can do this game. See that mean lady over there? For this game I'm going to want you to do things to make her distracted and annoyed, like getting her to fall, throwing things, you know fun stuff. Now hurry up and find him and bring him here, so we can have some fun!"

As Sil flew back he could only hope the promise of the reward would motivate her to hurry up and go find that guy and hopefully the others. His intuition told him this would be a tough fight to do alone and help would definitely be appreciated. He really didn't care if she ended up getting overwhelmed by the urge to play, because she would be of some use howe3ver dubious it would be. Plus her owner should be alerted at her delay to go back. "Whatever, it's not my problem he carries such a ditsy summon with him" He said to himself.

After fiddling with the bottles some more he then popped up to "greet" the Sightless woman. The sound of a glass breaking filled the tense air. Shards of broken of glass and a shiny liquid coated both the cultist and the now destroyed window. The man just stink eyed her and waited for her incoming attack to dodge.