[System]
Species: Human werewolf.
Age: 23.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Ashley is fairly mellow. She's not overly happy, nor is she overly sad or cynical. She walks the middle of the road and would be found refilling the glass for another round than trying to figure out if it's half empty or half full. Ashley is lazy to a point, and generally does things to her own time over taking care of everything at once.

Appearance: Ashley is of average height since she stands at five feet five inches. Ashley's skin is close to copy paper in color due to her extended presence in clubs or bars. Ashley's hair is cut quite short and is black in color. Ashley's eyes are a dark green in color and are thankfully free of any fashion contacts or other oddities. Ashley's eyebrows are rough, but not excessive, and match her hair. Ashley's face is overall free of blemishes, which Ashley is immensely thankful for.

Ashley's body is fairly well rounded. Her upper and lower body is well developed and fit. She's not boasting bulging muscles or a six pack, but she's more than qualified for extended physical activity. Ashley doesn't have much in the way of marks on the rest of her body either, which she is again more than thankful for. Ashley's nails are trimmed down, and have also been painted black to fit with her overall punk look. Ashley's most prominent feature is actually a prominent bust, which she gets annoyingly frequent comments about.

Ashley's wardrobe fits well with her punk theme. Ashley wears a plain black T-shirt along with a light black cloth jacket. Ashley also wears a pair of black jeans. Beneath these jeans Ashley wears a pair of knee length nylon stockings and a pair of calf length black leather boots.

Ashley also wears a pair of fingerless leather gloves. These gloves have small metal studs over each knuckle, though they're obviously not weaponized. However, that doesn't prevent them from hurting a little more than usual should someone suffer a blow from Ashley. Ashley also wears a black one piece kneeskin swimsuit in place of traditional undergarments, since some more unruly members of the audience would sometimes find themselves throwing their drinks at the stage, leaving Ashley and her band members varying degrees of wet from time to time. The swimsuit helped prevent people from seeing more than they needed to.

When transformed, Ashley loses most of her outfit. Thankfully, her swimsuit is stretchy enough to handle the transformation with ease while still keeping everything covered. Her wolf form stands at six feet and five inches, making her taller than most men. Ashley's transformed body is coated with a fine layer of muscle. Not excessive like a bodybuilder, but slim and practical while still being easy to notice. Her legs are digitigrade, which makes her more agile and allows her to run faster at the cost of not being able to operate certain machinery due to her height and how her legs are shaped. Ashley's body is roughly the same shape aside, though everything is scaled up to fit her new size. Ashley's head is that of a wolf in this form, and her hair grows slightly to fit better. Ashley's fur is stormy grey in color with the underside of her torso having a lighter grey. Finally, while transformed, Ashley has a small lightning bolt on the top of her snout.

Powers: Lightning/electricity generation and control: Ashley is capable of generating and controlling electricity and lightning. This is primarily represented in bolts thrown from her fingertips, though she can also charge the studs in her gloves with electricity to make her punches hurt more.

Transformation: Ashley is a werewolf, and is capable of transforming into a werewolf form when enough adrenaline enters into her bloodstream, though this costs her most of her wardrobe for a while. While transformed, Ashley still has access to her lightning abilities, and can now charge her claws with lightning. As a bonus, she's also able to charge her fists with lightning, making her punches devastating.

Strengths: Immune to electric shock. Heals quickly. Physical prowess is enhanced in werewolf form.

Weaknesses: Water shuts down her electric powers due to the fact that she would shock herself if she used them. Skin contact with metal also shuts down her powers, and nearby metal will attract electricity. Silver burns her while she is transformed.

Background: Ashley grew up singing cover songs in bars and nightclubs in order to get by after a crummy early life. Her looks drew a crowd, her voice kept them there. However, this lifestyle turned out to be rather unsustainable. Forced to contemplate her future, Ashley walked to a nearby park to think things over. While she was walking around the trees, it started to rain. In her rush to get home, Ashley was struck by lightning. She passed out, and merely moments later a rogue werewolf tracked her smell. He giggled to himself that nature had cooked him a meal, and sank his teeth into Ashley's shoulder.

The werewolf went flying as ten thousand volts flew into his system. The bite healed shortly after, and Ashley got up and went home with a massive headache. This was three years ago, and her life has been different ever since.

Misc. Notes: None.

[User]
"Sam is fine, and thanks," he said to the professor, he figured fireproofing his room may have to go on the back burner for a bit, but he was glad to know it was something they could get to work on in the near future. He would have offered to watch over the girl they found at the crash site but after saying it the professor seemed to decide she was probably fine on her own. The offer to let him help cook was appreciated but he had to inform her, "I'm not that great in the kitchen, I can grill things and that's about it, I'll help out Ashley."

Speaking of Ashley, she now had the transponder to locate Boxcar and asked Sam if he was coming, "yup, coming." He walked down the stairs quickly, skipping the last few as he followed her around the corner and in to the basement. Sam was usually fine with basements, but that was when they had proper lighting, and the stairs had a proper railing. At least there was a wall to keep him balanced, he was really awful with stairs. Not that he couldn't use them, but he was always paranoid that without something to hold on to he would just fall down.

Sam figured now might be a good time to tell Ashley that he thought the werewolf thing was actually kind of cool, "hey, Ashley..." but unfortunately for him as soon as he started to speak she seemed to have picked up on Boxcar. "Never mind, tell you later," Sam went to the corner and heard her thuds on what should be ground sound more like a metal door. Ashley was trying to keep Boxcar calm, which was probably a good thing. Sam figured it might be a door the original owners may have wanted put in, but why was it hidden then? At any rate, Sam figured Boxcar must have found a button and walked in before trapping himself. So Sam started feeling the floor and wall near where Ashley was to try and find how to open it up to release Boxcar, "come on, the friggin' wolf can find the secret lever or whatever but I can't?" He was more talking to himself than Ashley at that point. It had to be a hidden button, there was no other obvious way that would open some secret door.

[Assistant]
Boxcar heard Ashley's voice, and then shortly after that, could hear Sam as well, and almost immediately stopped howling and barking. Good, he had been found, and despite the thickness of the hidden door, they were able to hear him. He didn't question why or how they had found him so quickly; for his animal mind, it was only important that they were there now.

"Okay, listen up!" he said loudly and clearly in his somewhat growly, gravelly voice. "There's a catch built into the wall, kinda hard to see but it's just a little right of the door. Should just sink into the wall when you push on it." Then when he heard scrabbling around on his left, he grumbled a wolf-themed expletive under his breath before barking, "Hey! My right, not yours!"

A little more shuffling around, and obviously one of them must have pressed the button because the doorway slid out of the way again, and Boxcar found himself looking at Ashley and Sam. He stepped out of the doorway nonchalantly into the basement proper and turned his head to look up at them. "About time!" he gruffed, though his tail was wagging behind him and betraying that he was glad to see them, and very grateful for a rescue. "Say...that smells like food, doesn't it? Now that you mention it," he said, even though no one had mentioned anything, "I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast. We should go get the food."

At the moment, Boxcar was completely unconcerned about the secret doorway in the lodge basement. As soon as he had been rescued, any trauma of the event had fled his mind, replaced with a very "I meant to do that" sort of attitude.

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Nora had gone back to the kitchen to start loading plates with fajitas so that people could start eating them as soon as they arrived, when she heard a thump against the kitchen door frame, and she whirled around to see the girl slumped against the frame. "You're awake!" Nora gasped as she put her utensils down in a hurry and - without stopping to even take her oven mitts off - strode over to where the girl had stopped, and she came to a halt just within arm's reach. She tried to gesture with her hand by her glasses, but then realized she still had the mitt on, and she had to take it off and then make the adjustment. A medical diagnostic program supplemented Nora's basic medical knowledge; while the girl was shaky and was still a little pale, nothing indicated any serious injury, at least externally.

"E-Easy there," Nora stuttered soothingly as she flipped off the glasses readout and held out her uncovered hand. "Can you make it to the table? I just finished making lunch, and you look like you need some nutrients right now."

Nora suddenly remembered that her last chat with this girl hadn't gone so well, and she swallowed audibly in anticipation of another blow-up, but she held her ground; the girl had been through a terrible crash, and possibly hadn't eaten for a day or two by what her glasses told her. It was no wonder she was on edge. And Nora still didn't know her name!

"I hope you aren't vegetarian," she quipped with a nervous laugh.

[User]
"I had the weirdest dream," Sam began. She was staring past Nora, whom she did not seem to immediately recognize. Maybe it was the lack of a labcoat, or perhaps the concussion, but her voice was quiet and distant; not the defiant enemy she had been before. "They were coming to take me again." She took a deep breath, but instead of a calm exhalation, it shuddered its way out. She pulled her eyes away from the non-specific point to which they were affixed and studied Nora. She didn't see a labcoat anymore; she saw a pretty blonde girl with Coke-bottle glasses and a witty apron. She could not help but crack a smile.

"Vegetarian? Hell no. I didn't hit my head that hard." She quipped. Apparently even a concussion had little effect on her social skills.

There was something familiar about Nora. Sam could not assemble a complete memory, but she had definitely seen this person before. It was outside, she decided. There had been trees, and sunshine, and the smell of smoke. She inhaled again, and the lingering scent of grill smoke triggered another part of the memory. Still lacking enough information to piece it all together, Sam decided to leave the puzzle for another time. There were more important matters, like making sure her head injury hadn't removed more than an hour or two of her short-term memory. Everything seemed hazy, and she couldn't concentrate.

Still, presence of mind eventually won out and she began wondering where all the classic questions were. She'd expected inquiries about her name, her place of birth, or what day it was. Through this indulgent musing, Nora's voice was like a quiet murmur.

"Sorry," she eventually offered, shaking her head. "Must have hit my head. It hurts."

She pushed gently on the door frame and straightened herself, then took a tentative step. The room spun, but she fought it with deliberate care, each step a minor victory in the war for fajitas. They just smelled so damned good.

[Assistant]
Ashley was rather perplexed at Boxcar's sudden lack of stress once the door was opened. Perhaps he was more basic in nature than Ashley had initially presumed? With the location of the switch to open the door now known, Ashley figured she could come back at any time. Though she would want to come with a buddy system since, as Boxcar had shown, the door seemed capable of closing behind you. If there was no way of opening the door from the inside, Ashley would want someone reliable standing on guard to open the door once they were finished.

When Boxcar mentioned that food had been made available Ashley gave a sniff of her own. The smell was faint, though noticeable. Seeing no point in being rude and skipping the communal lunch time Ashley gave a shrug and spoke her thoughts aloud. "This doorway will be here until we get back, unless it somehow moves. The food upstairs, however, may not always be present. Let's eat while we have the chance and perhaps some others can join us later." Turning, Ashley gave Samuel a thumbs up and said. "Good work, yeah? You had something you wanted to tell me earlier, what was it?"

Ashley had heard him begin to speak before she had found Boxcar, and was curious as to what he might have to say. Ashley initially assumed that it had to do with her announcement of her lycan status, but she didn't speak this thought since it would've been rude to assume what Samuel had wanted to say. Instead, Ashley merely waited for him to speak again, hoping that Samuel himself remembered what he had wanted.

Boxcar, likely either unaware or uncaring of what Samuel had wanted to say, probably headed upstairs to find himself something to eat. Ashley didn't blame him, as it had probably been a while since Boxcar had eaten. Ashley wasn't really all that hungry due to the fact that she stopped for food on the way over, but it was better to eat food when it was offered rather than force food to be made when you were actually hungry.

With that in mind, Ashley waited for Sam to speak again, though she wasn't afraid of leaving to go and eat should Samuel find himself at a loss for words.


[System]
Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance:  Dusty has the appearance of a very average person. He stands at 5'10, and weighs in at an average 165 pounds. He wears his black hair a bit long, often keeping it in a pony tail, lest it get in the way of his work. He wears a large blue coat over his thin cotton shirt, usually left wide open and flailing in the wind. His pants are unremarkable beige, and he wears black boots up to his knees, leather and water proof. The only thing that makes Dusty stand out in a crowd is his choice of weapons being unique. Over his coat he wears a bandoleer of ammo, a pistol and sword around his hip.

Personality: Dusty is a loner, but that certainly doesn't mean hes lonely. He knows how to blend and can laugh at jokes, and occasionally make a few himself. He would never turn away another person's company, but he rarely seeks it out either. He is by no means a malicious person, he just rarely opens up to people, preferring to put up a wall and to mask his true intentions, feelings, and thoughts before he can trust someone.

Background: Dusty comes from Arizona, a land known for its guns, and rugged terrain. As befits someone who embraced their home, Dusty is an active outdoorsman. He is athletically gifted, a talented marksman, and a skilled tracker. His family feared god and loved the red white and blue. Although Dusty does not follow their line of thinking, he comes from a loving household.

Powers: Dusty's powers are simple, and don't really manifest as truly mind blowing. He has an enhanced ability to follow trails, noticing tiny details that can discern his prey's tracks. He is a supreme marksmen, capable of hitting a target from a great distance away. Should Dusty continue to work at his abilities, he would probably find the ability to hide in shadows to hunt is easy, and to stay silent as well. He is a capable sword fighter should the need arise, but he is by no means an expert, and anyone who truly strives for martial excellence would probably find he is easy prey at close range.

Personal Motive: Dusty seeks wealth, mostly. He is a guide for hire if the need arise, and if the price is truly right, he can serve as an assassin. But thankfully, none have asked him to do that. He mostly tries to get by, and while not actively searching for a way home, the idea isn't one that is toxic to him.

Mementos: A red bandana. Dusty keeps it in his pocket, but has been known to wear it around his neck.

[User]
"Uh." Rickie raised an eyebrow. Thank god, this particular person didn't really care how bad had been his first impression. Of course he wasn't a sandwich. Looking right and left. Then to the woods. Then to his feet. Then to Kirrian.

"Okay, I'm not hallucinating. Probably."

He took a deep breath, and then pinched his nose. Where the hell are we? Obviously the sttutering newcomer has no idea either.

"Oh, sorry, I uh... was doing some research." He paused. "On sandwiches?" He shook his head. "Whatever, it isn't important."

He then looked at the young man in the face, and extended a hand, steeling himself. "I'm Rickie, nice meeting you Kirrian." He said, while looking at his surroundings. "I don't know about you, but you seem we could use a way out of this forest. I saw smoke before of us, we might want to try following that." Rickie said, awkwardly skipping small talk while deciding he would try and see if they could travel together. Four eyes saw more than two. And speaking of which, why was he seeing well despite not wearing his glasses? He decided not to give much attention to it now, but that had to be investigated later on.

[Assistant] The guy jumped back a bit from Rickie suddenly extending his hand, but it didn't take very long for Kirrian to realise it was just for a handshake, which he accepted. "R-Right. Yeah, it might be wise to t-travel together. I wonder if there are others..." That last bit was just a mumble, soon after the bleached-hair guy shaking his head. He pulled back his hand and started walking towards the smoke Rickie mentioned. "Oh, uh, Also? Let me keep an, uh, ear out for D...Danger. I seem to be able to... Uh... Focus better on my hearing." Obviously they couldn't tell rickie he could just mute out certain aspects of the enviroment. That'd be crazy. He shifted his focus to three things: Voices, Footsteps, Danger. Kirrian paused for a bit to let Rickie catch up before continuing on his way.

[User]
Stannis Krolikov, Juno Aulia, Johnathan McKenna, Edwin Gordon
Unknown Forest, by an unknown dirt road.
@GreenGoat@McFazzer

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"P- please don't hurt me... I- i'm lost... I-" Someone said, Stas looked towards the voice and saw a terrified man a little ways away. In his teens Stas guessed, the terror on the newcomers face reminded him of the middle east. Of scared children that were running from gunfire, or a missile strike, an occurrence that happened far too often than he would like to admit. Stas stood up and waved at man, "He-"

"Stop! RPD!"
Stas instantly froze, he recognized the authority in the voice and at first thought that a military police had somehow followed him. His second thought was that she was police, as PD typically meant Police Department. "Alright, sir? I'm going to have to ask you to put down that spear, and tell me whats going on." She requested. Stas, at this point had his hands up, his left hand loosely holding the spear. He slowly and carefully crouched back down and placed the spear on the ground. Putting both hands back up, he turned to the police officer. Finding out that she had no gun. She did have a badge however, pinned to her skirt. She had a large horn on her forehead, and red eyes. Stas' reaction was one of mild confusion. He glanced at the other, terrified man and kept him in his peripherals. Stas looked back at the strangely clad police officer. He had never heard of a cop wearing a skirt and tee shirt while on duty, and the shackles. He put his hands down.
"I uh... thought you had your sidearm." He plainly replied, glancing at her horn from time to time, "Stannis Krolikov, formerly of the 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army Rangers." He introduced himself. "I was hiking, went to sleep for the night, woke up, got lost and then found this dirt road. Not long after he found me," Gesturing to the scared man down the road with his head, "Then you showed up."

Soon after another man appeared out of the brush, Stas heard him say "Oh dear".
"We have a guest." Stas loudly whispered to the officer, so she could hear him despite the distance between them.

[Assistant]
In the middle of his slow and well paced backing away, Coco found his hairs standing up at the sound of rustling foliage, his body turning sharply. What he found was no little bird (thank God, he'd gotten sick of those), but rather a small ... tiger? Curiousity caused Coco's head to tilt as he leaned forward for a closer look and- yes, that was a tiger. The only time he'd seen one was in a cage the City Man's friends brought in once, but he was sure the stripes were a tell-tale sign. The colour was a bit different thou-

Coco flinched back at the tiger's sudden release of a growl, the hand he hadn't realized he'd been reaching forward quickly pulling back. "Good kitty," hushed the small man, crouching lower to try and seem less intimidating (something which he wasn't used to doing given that, well, he usually wasn't all that intimidating), reaching a hand to try and console the small feline.

The response he received was nothing short of welcoming. The clay tiger roared, leaping forward to try and ward Coco off, the dark skinned man releasing a surprised yelp. Before he knew it, in the panic, his body had heated up once more, and when he pulled his hand away accidentally brushed against the tiger's ear. Coco held his hands close to his chest, having fallen back on his bottom, looking over the tiger in panic only for it to change to curious shock.

The little thing was... meowing(?), its ear having hardened and causing it to tilt to the side. It wobbled awkwardly towards Coco before its ear landed on the ground with a soft and solid thud, Coco's hands having cooled down and reaching over his 'o' shaped mouth. Did he do that? Oh crap he totally did that.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry," he said, starting to crawl towards the tiger once more (but at a distance where he knew both of them were safe), "Are you okay? I'm sorry- can you talk? Also I don't know how to fix you, sorry." A beat. "But it was mostly your fault for trying to pick a fight."

[User]
It felt kinda strange to be towering over people.

Plus, judging from how these people reacted, including that one behind her, it was clear as day that they were from the real world as well.

"I uh... thought you had your sidearm. Stannis Krolikov, formerly of the 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army Rangers." The man started speaking. "I was hiking, went to sleep for the night, woke up, got lost and then found this dirt road. Not long after he found me," Gesturing to the scared man down the road with his head, "Then you showed up."

"I see. Juno Aulia, police officer." She looked around at them, noticing the spearman, Stannis, was sneaking looks at her horn. "I assume everyone here is heading to the village on account of some dream?"

All of them seemed a bit... young.

[Assistant]
Chad Formost

 Chad began walking, farther and farther into the woods it seems. No sign of any humans anywhere. This was until he hurt a scream, a bit of murmuring, something about a sandwich, and some yelling. Chad gave a smile. Finally, people. He didn't stop to think that the yelling was a sign of anger. He was just happy to hear voices, voices he could understand.

     After walking a little ways the voices grew louder and clearer. He got there just in time to hear a woman say something about being a police officer. Along with saying something about a dream and a village. Chad immediately stepped into ring of people. "Hey everybody." He gave a bright smile and a wave. "I'm Chad, Chad Formost. Please to meet you. I'm really sorry for butting in but I'm a little lost and could use some help. Do you think any of you could help me?" He looked at the woman and spoke, "I heard something about you being a police officer. You also said there was a village near. Could anybody take me there?" Chad felt embarrassed. It wasn't like him to butt into a conversation uninvited. He didn't like interrupting people while they talked, but he need the help. He waited for a reply.

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Linnea hadn't flown very far, but high enough where she noticed smoke from the nearby village. As she was about to head off, she heard the commotion by the dirt path, and turned around to see more people showing up. Becoming curious, Linnea floated as close as she dared, but staying inside tree cover to see what they were talking about.
A policewoman? A soldier? They looked scary, but maybe it would be safe to be with them. At the very least, they were the closest to being authorities as she was going to find out here in the forest. It was after the happy looking young man asked for the village that Linnea made a decision. These were probably the others from Earth, so might as well work together. If anything bad happens, she can just fly away.

Linnea floats over to the group, revealing herself, but keeping above them so that they cant reach her (through normal means).
"Hi, um- hi. Eh-Excuse me, the village..." Linnea stops to take a deep breath, and points, "The village is over that way. It's not far, but maybe it will take us a while to get there... maybe."

[Assistant] "...Rickie, was it? Why does it feel like there's some sort of meeting going on?" Kirrian asked him while they both walked down the road.


[System]
Leon Kohlberg
"I used this game to escape reality, but even now... reality never wants me to get away..."

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Username: Seraphin
Age: 21

Gender: Male

Main: Yorick, the Gravedigger

True Appearance: Leon's clothes are torn apart, replaced by ragged cloaks and cloths that resemble that of his power's original owner. His skin glows slightly of a greener shade whilst his eyes are colored yellow. His voice echoes out in multiple voices whilst a series of scars begin to spawn all over his flesh.

Powers:
 Unholy Covenant - When needed, Leon can summon his shovel: an ornate and lightweight iron shovel with an eerie lantern attached at its end. At the center of the shovel are the engraves initials 'Y.M'. The shovel can make use of Leon's pranas, causing its attacks to explode in a burst of spectral energy.
 Omen of War - Leon empowers his shovel with a wave of spectral energy, shackling a rabid and agile ghoul to rise from the nether. Whilst the ghoul lives, Leon moves faster than usual. Whilst his shovel is still empowered, Leon is able to move significantly faster.
 Omen of Decay - Leon releases a plague from the lantern attached to his shovel, causing a caustic explosion to erupt in a location, and summoning a plagued ghoul that decays the area around it. The decay slows down enemies (or everyone, since he is still learning) while they are near the ghoul.
 Omen of Famine - Leon smashes his shovel upon the earth, creating a small fissure whilst summoning a ravenous ghoul that grows stronger with his injuries; the ghoul's attacks absorb the enemy's pranas, redirecting it to Leon, healing him in the process.
 Omen of Death - Leon, in his true form, pierces his shovel into the bowels of the earth, unearthing ghouls that take the appearance of Leon's allies (or himself). The ghouls can only attack and not copy the target's spells. Any damage sustained by the original ones are redirected to the mimicking ghouls.

Personality: Leon, being a new kid on the block, is fairly shy and awkward. However, he tries his best to gain new friends, or even to communicate with others-- no matter how weird his tactics have to be. He has some sort of an inferiority complex, and often sees himself as a less important being as compared with others. He seldom wants to work with others, though, and would often do things his way if only to prove to himself that he is just as capable as his comrades. Leon is not really that proud of his powers, seeing as his ghouls frighten people instead of actually wanting to be close to him.

Although, Leon is still level-headed and mature when push comes to shove. He does not like those that push others around, and will stick up for those who are being trodden over. He is not exactly leader material, but he is willing to take control when there is anarchy. Righteous, vindictive, and fiercely loyal-- Leon is a comrade that most would want and not want at the same time.

Short Biography: Studying in college was one thing that Leon feared as it entailed him moving away from his family and his home. A college in Darkwell was the cheapest one around, and thus, the boy had no choice but to apply there. Shortly after moving there though, he immediately realized that the residents were not really friendly material. Hence, Leon had a hard time making any social contacts. Coupled with stress in college, the boy escaped his lonely reality by playing multiple online games, but none other stuck to him more than League of Legends. Sure, people were toxic, but they worked together until that blasted Nexus was destroyed. He played whenever he was stressed, and his favorite was Yorick-- sharing the same drive to be remembered by others. It was all a just game, though. Or, so Leon believed.

He didn't know what happened, but he just woke up with ghouls swarming his room. It took days for him to settle down, and come to terms with his reality. But, when he saw a shovel decked upon his floor with the initials Y.M, the lad knew that there was something greater at work. But, more than that, he knew that he was not the only one who could have been the victim here. Life was beginning to become more complex, but to imagine a path much duller than this was almost nigh on impossible for Leon. At least, now, whenever he came home, a bunch of specters greeted him with jaws and fangs in their smiles.

Oh, being a League of Legends player had never been much more fulfilling.

Other: "Death is only the beginning."

[User]
Artemis

Artemis fully expected Thresh to attack her and was surprised when he turned the chain on himself, dissipating his form and revealing a confused women underneath. As she fell to the ground Artemis stepped forward and caught the women. She spent a few moments thinking about what to do next. It'd be best to call a hospital and get her immediate medical attention, however her state as an avatar could cause complications. If she was found out or Thresh took control again unwanted attention would be drawn. Not that they didn't have enough of that now, Artemis thought to herself, taking a brief glance at the destroyed street and cafe. The look revealed that combat was still going on, both Graves and Sion were still fighting, but if Artemis left this women unattended it'd be nothing be more complications. Arriving at a decision Artemis picked up the women and quickly headed home, she should have a first aid kit somewhere.

[Assistant]
Vicki Victory

Sion's axe sunk deep into Vicki's abdomen, the young woman shrieking in pain. The giant heaved the axe back for a finishing blow, but it was deflected by Matt, the towering hound. Just a few seconds later, the sharp pain subsided, and Vicki felt her wound knit itself back together.

After being struck by multiple blows, the giant threw Vicki off to the side. She tumbled over the concrete, flecks of obsidian pebbles digging into her skin. The white-and-pink haired warrior regained her balance mid-tumble, bracing herself on both legs and holding up herself on one arm; her hextech gauntlet screeched loudly against the road.

Vicki witnessed as Clarice and Matt assaulted the giant relentlessly, the giant barely holding them off, Sion's ragged breath choking out between massive heaves of his chest. The toll of battle was getting to him.

Vicki's boxing instincts kicked in, This is the best time to strike an opponent. She grabbed a huge slab of broken concrete and lifted it above her head, grunting through the strain. The feat took great effort from her; Vicki's arms were starting to feel like jelly from exertion.

She boosted her jet thrusters to maximum blast, the massive weight of the stone holding her down for a second. Unable to take full flight, Vicki boosted herself into a sprint, intent on tackling the giant with the concrete.

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Raze Colter

Raze slumped to his knees as he watched his enemies revert to their human form. The armor enveloping his body faded away into ash on the wind, revealing torn and mangled strips hanging from what used to be his black workout clothes.

Artemis walked up to the woman that used to be Thresh, examining her with those big, bug-eyed glasses of her's. Through deep draughts of breath, Raze attempted to call out to Artemis, but stopped as he saw her pick up Thresh-girl and begin walking away.

Raze forced himself to his feet and shambled after Artemis. He yelled after her, "Wha...What are you doing?! That's our enemy!"

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Garrett Fishman

Garrett watched the battle winding down, safe on a perch high atop a nearby building. Most of the combatants were beginning to tire out, but it seemed that a majority of the fight was focused around Sion.

He still felt as if he was being watched, but right now, Garrett's focus was honed in on one person: a pink-and-white haired warrior.

The bitch responsible for my arm…

The confusion of the battle may prove a good opportunity to strike. However, getting out once he struck may prove to be a challenge.

Strike when the time is right...

For now...watch from the shadows.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Yavvie (Elven Children), Yavanna (All), The Brightest Star of Rivendell, Bright Star of Middle-Earth. Dearest Child, Dearest Grand-daughter (By Her Grand-Parents)
Royal titles: Lady of Rivendell/Lady of Imlardis. Princess of Rivendell/Imlardis, Her Highness/Your Majesty.
Other Titles: Daughter of the Stars, A 'Sensitive' others refer to her a Psychic.
Age: 67 *Looks 18-19*
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid *Mortal, Noldor and Sindarin Bloodlines*
Other Bloodlines: Teleri and Vanyar *Through her Grand-mother Galadriel's relatives*, *Maiar through her father and his relatives*. Celestial*Through her mother.*
10/20 Elvish, (5/10 Noldor, 3/10 Sindarin, 0.5/10 Telerin, 1.5/10 Vanyar) 7/20 Mortal, 3/20 Maiar

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Adelaide Kane
Hair Color: Raven Black
Eye Color: Green *Sometimes crystal Blue, when Sad/Grieving. Intense brighter Blue, when Stubborn. Silver when Angry/Betrayed.*
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 118 Lbs
Body Build: Slim

Bow:

Sword:

Daggers *From Lake-town* 4 of these:

Sword from Erebor:

Combat Suit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Her Cloak

PERSONALITY

OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Hobbits, Elves, Dwarfs, Humans, Nature, Music, Dance, Peace in Middle Earth, Summer, Starry Skies, Rivers/Seas/Oceans, Animals.
Dislikes: Death, War, Orcs, Greed, Liars
Strengths: Combat/Fighting, Healing/Medicine, Intellect, Singing, Conscience Views, Kindness to Strangers, High Resistance to Harsh Temperatures, Enhanced Senses ect.
Other Skills: Star Light Manipulation, Elven Magic, Telekinesis, Acrobatics.
Other Powers: Telepathy/Visions, Telekinetic Hovering/Flight, Light of Purity-Deadliest to any evil enemies.
Weaknesses: Horseriding *Arwen's the faster rider*, People taking advantage of her niceness, Stuborness
Fears: Spiders, Sauron/Saruman, Loosing her loved one's

Elegant | Compassionate | Tender-Hearted | Fun Loving | Courageous | Innocent | Pure | Talented

Yavanna is the youngest child of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrian. Many people, of Middle Earth believe that she and Arwen; are the symbol of peace and love in Middle Earth. Just like her elder sister, Arwen. The young elf is blessed with beauty and grace. Over her life, she's been taught the magic of healing. She's a skilled, talented healer among her people. Being Innocent, some people take advantage of her loving sweetness and niceness.

There is an Pureness about the young she-elf. Yavanna never hates; no matter what the other person may think off her. It's not something, she's capable off. She believes, that most of Middle-Earth are not enemies. They all belong in this world; no matter what race they come from. She values life, and is friends with most. A value, that is not seen in many others. Yavanna will often defend others; even if she does not know them too well.

Due to her rare elven Bloodlines of Noldor, Teleri and Vanyar. Three of the Elven blood-lines, that are not so common in Middle Earth anymore. Yavanna has talents and knowledge of Elvish Magic. Her father, Lord Elrond has Maiar blood; allowing him and his children of magical talents. It comes naturally, especially to Yavanna. Her powers come from the heart, at times her emotions can even control her abilities.

Whilst she's young and curious. Yavanna has explored parts of Middle Earth. She knows the forests outside of Rivendell, rather well. Having ventured out there many times. Lothlorien being one of her favorite places, as her grandparents live there. She's not afraid of adventure and helping those whom need help. When Young Bilbo and company, come to Rivendell during their quest. She is there to offer some guidance and help, with along with her father and grand-mother Galadriel. Be-befriending a few of the dwarfs in that period of time.

After Thorin and his company leave; Yavanna decides to join the company on their task to reclaim Erebor. Despite Thorin's cold, harsh demeanor and reservation, with her joining. Yavanna is set on helping the Durin King and his family/friends. Proving to be a rather valuable alley, and eventually helping warm Thorin up to her and Saeril. She helps, save Thorin numerous times through out the quest. Forming a strong bond with his two nephews and the she-elf Saeril.

When the company gets captured by the elves of Mirkwood. Yavanna tries to reason with King Thranduil, about the release of the Dwarfs. In the midst of it all, she meets the young Legolas. After meeting his son, Legolas. The pair have a slightly shaky start to the start, but despite his coldness. Yavanna saves his life, during the company's escape from Mirkwood. Yavanna finds herself drawn to him soon enough. The pair grow closer, after sticking together for a while. Yavanna is present, during the defeat of Smaug and Battle of Five armies, to save Middle Earth. After Fili's death, Yavanna grieves over the young Dwarf...as he had been one of her closest friends. Her best-friend in fact. Whilst he will be missed by her greatly, he will always be remembered.

Many years later, young Frodo now has Bilbo's ring...and is on a task to destroy it. Yavanna becomes a part of the Fellowship of the Ring. Helping the young Hobbit on his quest. Growing protective of the young Hobbits, that are in need of guidance and helping hand.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Rivendell *Also known as Imlardis.* The Last Homely House East of the Sea
Family:
~ Lord Elrond *Father; Alive* *Half-Elf*
~ Lady Celebrian *Mother; Unknown;Presumably Deceased* *Sindarin/Noldor Elf*
~ Elladan and Elrohir *Brothers. They are Twins; Alive* *Half-Elves*
~ Arwen *Sister; Alive* *Half-Elf*
~ Elros Tar-Minyatur, King of Numenor *Uncle; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Galadriel *Grandmother; Alive* *Noldor Elf*
~ Lord Celeborn *Grandfather; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Eärendil the Mariner *Grandfather; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Elwing the White *Grandmother; Deceased* *Half-Elf*
~ Finarfin, Prince of the Noldor *Great-Grandfather; Deceased* *Vanyar Elf*
~ Eärwen *Great-Grandmother; Deceased* *Telerin Elf*
~ King Finwë *Great, Great-Grandfather; Unknown* *Noldor Elf*
~ King Olwë *Great, Great-Grandfather; Deceased* *Telerin Elf*
~ Lady Indis *Great, Great-Grandmother; Unknown* *Vanyar Elf*

Other Relations:
~ Legolas Greenleaf *Love Interest/Mate; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Thranduil Greenleaf *Family Friend; Alive* *Sindarin Elf*
~ Tauriel *Acquaintance/Friend; Alive* *Silvan Elf*
~ Bilbo Baggins *Acquaintance/Friend; Alive* *Hobbit*
~ Kili Durin *Friend; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Fili Durin *Friend; Deceased* *Dwarf*
~ Dis *Acquaintance; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Thorin Oakensheild *Friend; Deceased* *Dwarf*
~ Searil Hermiaen *Acquaintance~Later Friend/Mother Figure; Alive* *Elven Hybrid (Noldor/Sindarin/Silvan Elf)*
~ Aragorn II Elessar *Friend; Alive* *Man*
~ Haldir *Friend/Mentor; Alive* *Silvan Elf*
~ Gandalf the Grey/White *Friend; Alive* *Maiar*
~ Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took (Pippin) and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Merry) *Friends; Alive* *Hobbits of the Shire*
~ Gimli *Friend; Alive* *Dwarf*
~ Azog the Defiler, Bolg *Enemies; Deceased* *Gundabad Orcs*

[User]
It was a warm, loving gesture. Feeling his mother wrap her arms around his neck. Kili gave her waist a gentle squeeze. He only wished, that Fili and Uncle Thorin were by his side, that they could be a family...like they once used to be. Kili hated the thought of breaking his mother's heart, by giving her the bad news.

Her words about Yavanna, made him smile briefly. "I am sure, you'll love her even more when you get to know her better." Kili told his mother. As she asked about his elder brother...Kili felt his heart-ache. He knew, he had to do this; no matter how hard it was. "He's in a safe place." Kili said, sadly as she asked about his big brother. He knew, that Fili was safe in the after-life with his uncle Thorin. Kili had paused for a few moments, thinking of the best way to break the news to his mother. Taking a deep breath. "After we reclaimed our home-land; there was a massive battle. An old enemy, that had killed Grand-father, was still hunting us down. Saeril and Yavanna had always done their best to protect us from them....but during the battle....we couldn't stop them. They got to Fili and Uncle Thorin...." He felt himself getting choked up. "I am sorry, mother....I couldn't save either of them." Tears welled up in his eyes. "They both died, fighting for our people and home.."

Kili felt like he could have saved his older brother and uncle; if Saeril didn't try and get him to stay in hiding.

Yavanna felt Saeril's touch. It made her feel a little at ease. She was silent, smiling briefly at Dis' warm compliment towards her...but hearing Kili speak about Thorin and Fili, caused the tears to well up in her eyes again.

[Assistant]
Dis could only feel relieved that she was feeling the loving embrace of her flesh and blood. But her happiness slowly started to dissolve once Kili began to explain the whereabouts of Fili and Thorin. There was a glint of sadness appearing in her eyes, and feeling of pain went through her heart. What he was describing...was the events of their deaths. It came to the point of her getting choked up, but was holding it in a lot more than Kili was. Dis was known for her great inner strength, making her a capable Durin and queen, by heart. But as she said, she would much prefer laying low rather than take a throne. Besides, she had always found her older brother Thorin to be a potentially-great king. But the problem, was that he was dead, along with her firstborn offspring.

An old enemy from those many years ago, had officially caught up to them, and extinguished nearly their entire directly-royal line...with her and Kili as the only remaining direct descendants of Durin. The whole family, nearly extinct. Seeing her son's already-forming tears, Dis eventually cracked, hugging him, and letting out the sadness that was bottled up when Kili explained the events of their deaths.

Saeril looked at the ground, when a single tear trailed down her face. She remembered what Fili's last words were, and they only motivated her to do harder, and become a lot more strongly committed in her duties. Seeing Yavanna's expression, once again, allowed her to lean on her shoulder and let her feelings out.

[User]
Kili hated to be the bearer of bad news; he knew how sad his mother was when his father had passed away. Kili and Fili too had been traumatised by that death; despite being the youngest one...not having as much memories like Fili. Now, he felt like he was breaking his mother's heart by telling her about Uncle Thorin and his big brother Fili. Kili had always felt incomplete without his big brother. The troublesome duo was broken.

He could see how his mother was trying to be strong; as she hugged him. Kili held her close to him, feeling the tears run down his cheeks freely. Hiding his face in her dark hair.

Yavanna couldn't help but feel sad, for Kili and his mother. Seeing the pain on Dis' face and how she was trying to be strong; despite such horrible news. It was heart-breaking. There wasn't a moment, where Yavanna didn't miss Fili. Or the banter and trouble; he and Kili got into over the time she had known them. Even though, he and Thorin had moved onto a better place; spiritually. It didn't make it any easier. The tears rolled down her cheeks heavily, as she sobbed.

[Assistant]
It felt like a second heartache had struck. It was such a shock that Dis could not even keep herself strong, like how she always is, upon hearing the bad news. Her tears fell from her eyes, as she almost tried to hide herself in Kili's embrace. She adored her big brother and, as any good mother would, she mourned for the loss of her first child. She can't blame Saeril and Yavanna for her loss; not at all. But all she needed to know was that her family had died, protecting their homeland, and that their deaths held meaning.

She tried to calm herself down, but to hear the sadness of her son and the younger she-elf, it was becoming hard. Even the dwarves behind them were slipping in sorrow, having to feel the grief in the air. In respect of loosing their deceased king, all of them kneeled, or got on their knees, in honor to the loss of Thorin, who briefly led the charge all those years ago.


[System]
"To stick by the king who has protected me proved impossible... but I promised that I would protect his bloodline. That I intend to do."

Sprite:
Nicknames/Title: Haku

Gender: Male

Marital Status: Hasn't even fallen in love before

Age: Human years: 1780, Manakete Years: Somewhere around 24

Sexuality: Demisexual but leans towards girls

Family Ties: He currently has no known family, either dead or somewhere around the world

Class: Manakete

Weapon Mastery(ies): Dragonstone

Inventory: Dragonstone, Vulnerary

Personality: Hyakuya is an experienced beast in the battlefield. He is merciless and aware of his surroundings. Manaketes are feared because of their 'bloodlust' and Hyakuya displays it almost perfectly on the battlefield when he really can't hold himself back.

Like most older manaketes, he must meditate at nights to hold his feral mode inside. If not, he could go wild and attack both friend and foe alike. It was either that or he heads out to some unknown forest and wreck havoc there, all in a span of one night, just all to suppress his true manakete mode.

As a friend, he is quite a story teller, often telling them of his experiences when he was but a small child. His childhood may have been horrible but he does not fear it or hide it from others. If they want to know about it, then so be it. He is a loyal person, as seen by his loyalty to the royal family, and keeps all of his promises. He will die for the royal family because he promised to do so.

Like all manaketes, he is 'related' to the Dragon Goddess, Naga. Although he knows about her and her holiness, he never gave her much though, often just worshipping Ishtakk, the Goddess of Jotenvarr. Worshipping may be the wrong term for him... maybe just simply acknowledging her holiness is a better term for it.

Biography: Hyakuya, when he was just about a couple of hundreds of years old, was happy being with his family since he was still considered young back then. When he hit his five hundred mark, he left his home to be more independent as most Manaketes do but would often return to where he came from. But one day, he was defeated by a bunch of bandits and was taken in to perform for them. It was a traumatic experience for the young Manakete, having to repeatedly hit his pride everytime he was with the bandits.

One day, while the bandits were travelling through Jotenvarr, they were defeated by the king. That was one less bandit camp to worry about. Hyakuya was finally free from the slavery and turned to the king and told him that he would be his loyal follower. The king took him in since he looked but a small child but when he saw that he was a Manakete, he told Hyakuya to simply sleep for some time and when he awakens, he will be tasked to protect the generation by then.

He was sent to sleep at a hidden chamber of the castle. Centuries passed and he woke up as the country was still at war. He reported to the king and fought for him. Having a Manakete to protect the castle was apparently helpful. When the king had died from the war and Alexandro rose to the throne, he had to serve the young king. Although the Manakete usually takes orders from the royal mage, Straizo, since he was the brains of the two.

[User] "So long as you can keep them going a straight path then I may be able to take them out," Hiro said before listening to the dragon. He would have to keep that in mind for later if he needed a quick escape.  "However, I do believe the ruins would be our best bet,"  he suggested to Tybalt, seeing the him as the leader already. To him it seemed like the most logical choice of action, running served well but they would be caught quickly by the mounted units if they were not careful.

[Assistant]
Diana

Diana was impressed with the speed at which the exam began, two members could've been dead before it had truly began. Her eyes scanned the tree tops as she carefully made her way towards Hiro, taking their instructors advise. A pegasus knight swooped down with startling swiftness, even though Diana had already seen them attack, but she was able to whirl to the side to meet the attack and bring up her small buckler to solidly block the lance. Still the force of the attack sent her skidding back a bit, leaving small furrows in the dirt. By the time she'd recovered enough to counteract her attacker was already gone. The next dive was from a wyvern rider and this time Diana was more prepared, her lance lunged out seeking the rider's flesh, but he darted away, his weapon ready to block even if she had gotten close enough.

 These buggers were fast, however she was now close enough to talk to Hiro and their self elected tactician Tybalt. Diana listened to his hastily spoken plan, it seemed good enough for her, though she was unsure that taking the rules loosely would net them a win it was worth a shot, even if it did mean loosing two members to do so. "I suppose I'll guard Mr. Hiro until we can get rid of these buggers." Diana raised her lance and took a protective stance next to Hiro, "Move and I will follow, I gaurentee they'll have to hit me first." It seemed their training would be hard after all.

[User]
Mikhail hated everything. He hated the stuffy mausoleum, his pint sized instructor, the spreading smell of decay, but most of all he hated the fact that he had left Rollo outside. A cavalier without a mount was about as useful as an axe without a handle. Sure, one could still get the job done, but it was going to be a messy, if not bloody, affair. Not only that, but he had left his Silver Lance sheathed in the saddle.

But now was not the time for complaining. Mikhail had seen the kind of damage a single Risen could cause. It took a great deal of effort to keep himself from shuddering from the thought of what kind of havoc seven of them could cause.

The Iron Sword left its scabbard with a dull rasp. Indeed, this was definitely not the time to waste his breath with complaints. "I'm going to end the mage in the back before she becomes a nuisance," the cavalier announced, his voice calm and collected despite his irritation at the situation before him.

His advance was slow and cautious, ready to dodge an incoming arrow at any given moment, but that strategy had to be abandoned as the melee combatants fell upon them. With a quick flick of his wrist, he parried a savage cut one of the Myrmidon's had thrown his way. Sidestepping another, he bumped shoulders with Claude. "I'm going to need your help cutting through to her," he said without taking his eyes off of the approaching Risen.

[Assistant]
Tybalt Argyris

Tybalt's eyes popped wide as the man known as Hyakuya morphed and shifted into what could only be described as a modern legend, a Manakete. Of all the beings and myths, this was one of the most rare. He personally had never seen one up close, and one making himself so apparant so quickly caused his heart to skip a beat.

"O-o-oh my gods, you're a--" He began in shock before the screech of a wyvern snapped him back into the reality of the situation. "Right, that's extremely useful, especially since that means we have a flyer on our side.

Hiro made his concerns clear as they continued to talk, he wanted everyone to try and run for the ruins. Tybalt pursed his lips, though he had brought up that Hirotsuka had not specified how many of them had to make it to the ruins, the concern in Hiro made it very clear that they did not share in Tybalt's belief of the way the task was stated. Then it hit Tybalt; she only meant the survivors who made it to the ruins would pass, those who did not make it would more than likely be slaughtered by the wyverns, which changed the situation drastically.

Either they all make it, or the ones who don't will perish. The daring mage would have to act accordingly.

"You're right, Sir Hiro, we should starting moving to the Ruins, but as a unit. It will be harder for them to attack a group in comparison to picking us off one by one if we scatter." Tybalt responded to the archer, motioning to the woods. "But you need to lead the way, I've honestly never been to Jotenvarr so I'm not sure where those ruins are, so I'll follow the lead of those that do and provide what cover I can. However, whatever way we take, I suggest we to stick to the forest, as Lady Hirotsuka said the riders can't maneuver very well in the forests, and we can utilize the terrain to our advantage."

As he spoke, he could hear the whinny of a Pegasus Knight dropping out of the sky and through the trees to make another pass, but Tybalt was ready for the descending foe this time. With another flick of his arm, a wind cresent met the attacking Knight well before she was able to get within range, forcing her to pull up and clumsily avoid a large tree. She was off balance.

"Quick! Someone bring that one down!" Tybalt shouted, trying to cut off her escape route with another blast of wind, the brush around him being torn apart by the current.

[User]
The Mausoleum

Claude took the myrmidon facing against him and headbutted it. It wouldn't cause it any pain, but it would definitely throw it off balance.

The stench of the corpse was strong, so much that he felt dizzy for a second. He shook his head and then brought his sword into the stomach of the Risen.

"Go back to hell!" He shouts, takes the hilt of his sword with both hands and then slices the Risen in two with his sword.

Of course, what he expected to be a gory scene was nothing but purple smoke as the Risen disappeared. Well, better than most other ways to get rid of corpses.

After that, someone else bumped into him but, oddly, Claude stopped him with his left hand instead of lashing out at him. Perhaps because he didn't sense any animosity coming from him.

"Watch it there, dude. Don't want to get my coat dirty, do ya?" He smiled and showed Mikhail his pointy teeth.

"Cut to her, huh? Plannin' on fellin' the lady boss in the first few minutes? In any case, I'm right behin' ya. Let's crack some skulls, yo!" He pushed Mikhail apart and then kicked the incoming Risen, the one Mikhail was battling with, and kicked its legs, making it fall down. "Finish it off. I'll cover your ass."

Claude smiled again and made his sword spin some in his hand.

Illian brought her thumb to her mouth and started biting her nail.

This was meant to be a test to assess everyone's individual strengths. See how well they were on their own. Risen were not exactly the best teamworkers ever.

However, and as far as Illian could see, they were not doing that well. The spellblade from before had to be helped by the singer, the cavalier seemed to be not so adept to fighting out of his mount, and the merc, well, volatile and idiotic as always.

With his shout, the other Risen had turned their sights to him.

If he did work as a bait or similar, it'd be nice, but right now he was just making himself a target.

The Sorcerer would turn his full attention to him, trying to take advantage of the merc's low resistance to magic.

This could be a chance or catastrophic for the young hopeful knights.

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The Forest

They were definitely going to go for the ruins. They knew where they were, it was only a matter of time before they decided to move out and 'capture the base'.

She wondered how far they havve thought everything up. After all, the ruins were of course not defenseless. The Falcon Knight she spoke of before was the one in charge of guarding it.

She just hoped they would catch on to the fact that it was ridiculous for their objective to only have some small obstacles and then a clear path to their victory.

The awaiting falcon knight readied her lance and set her sights on the flying Hyakuya and also at Tybalt, who was throwing off balance one of her wing sisters. Her magical resistance was probably enough to withstand one of those attacks, and he seemed the most troublesome.

Then again, Hiro was nearer to the ground and a simple arrow could prove fatal for her pegasus.

She decided to do the most intelligent thing and charged against Hyakuya, try and take away their only flying unit and keep them grounded. Harming a wing was enough, she just needed the manakete in the ground.

[Assistant]
If Hyakuya was in his human form, he would've snickered at the reaction of the young tactician. It seems he has not seen a manakete before but then again, most haven't. It reminded him of the young King when he first saw him transform. Although that was a thing of the past and he had to focus on the present.

He listened in to the explanation of Tybalt about the current situation. Ah, so they were going to make a move for the ruins. It would be easier to do that than to incapacitate all of the seven riders. Although something didn't sit well with the Manakete. Just running towards the ruins with the use of the forest was easy, too easy in fact that he began to have some doubts. Hirotsuka was an instructor who is feared amongst the soldiers so there would... should be a twist. "Sir Tybalt, if I may say something, I speculate that someone must be guarding the ruins. Hirotsuka would not make it easy to enter." He said, sharing his thoughts with the young tactician.

It would not be long before Tybalt would fire at the Pegasus Knight and made it dazed. The Manakete then decided to ready a fireball. Before he could fire though, he heard the quick flapping of wings. He turned around to meet the charging Falcon Knight. The fireball died in his throat and he narrowly avoided the strike of the Falcon Knight.

He positioned himself where in he was behind the Falcon Knight and then started to fire two balls of flame towards the Falcon Knight, aiming to take it down. No, he had to be very careful right now. As the only flying unit, it would be best if he could actually stay afloat rather than on the ground.


[System]
Age: 27
Occupation: Defense Attorney
Nationality: American
Appearance: Desmond stands at 5'11", is of average weight, and with messy eye-length dark brown hair and blue-green eyes. He is trim and fit, though not too muscular, and generally dressed in an expensive three-piece suit. When out scavenging or fighting, he wears black dress pants and a black leather jacket over his white t-shirt.
Place of Residence: New York City, United States
Strengths:
Charismatic: Desmond is a natural leader and orator. He is better with his mouth than most are with a weapon, and is generally well-liked by most he meets -- despite having very few close friends throughout his life.
Competent Mechanic: Many of the young lawyer's childhood memories took place in his father's garage outside of the city, tinkering with cars and engines. His father was a local mechanic, and although he aspired higher for his only son, he still taught the boy all he knew. As a result, Desmond is a pretty good guy to have around when there are car problems. Still, when it comes to the more difficult engine problems and the like, his knowledge only extends so far.
Semi-Trained Marksman: As a boy, when he and his father weren't in the garage, they were often upstate on hunting trips. Through those excursions, Desmond learned how to aim and shoot a rifle and pistol, as well as routine maintenance. In the first few days following the rise of the dead, Desmond took refuge with a group of army veterens, who gave him a silenced pistol and a few pointers regarding firearms. Though he is by no means an expert, the lawyer brings some knowledge and skill to the table.
Weaknesses:
Alcoholic: Desmond, in response to his lack of emotional communication, often took to the drink to relieve the stress and frustration. With the start of the end of the world, this habit has started to grow more severe, though not yet debilitating.
Lone Wolf: The young lawyer is a curious contradiction of rallying extroversion and hazardous introversion. Though he excels in leading and bringing people together, he often neglects to include himself: often performing stupidly dangerous missions alone, or not telling others of a personal situation until it has reached critical levels of importance and he is forced to.
Belongings:
Clothing: Two suits (black, three-piece), some jeans and t-shirts, an expensive black leather jacket, a pair of black loafers and a pair of sneakers.
Weapons: A silenced Beretta M9, a Smith & Wesson pocket knife (5 inch blade)
Aldous Huxley's Brave New World
An expensive black watch, always fastened to his left wrist
His grandfather's dog tags from WWII
Personality: Charismatic, smooth-talking, and professional; Everything you'd expect from a big city lawyer. Around others, he appears good-natured and -- considering the circumstances -- quite content with life. However, by himself he is quite introverted and pensive. When talking, he manages somehow to always be at the center of the discussion, while never actually revealing anything personal about himself. He's learned the hard way that a person's life is taken away all too quickly in this new world, and doesn't want to feel the pain of losing more people close to him. So, he emotionally detaches, and keeps trudging along as an island of miserable solitude, cloaked with the guise of a happy man.

[User]
Sarah Rivera
"I'll love you forever, even after you're dead"

 It was after 7pm, and she was well into her 6th hour of overtime. It was a very busy evening in the ER of Saint Francis. It was an onslaught in fact. Patients were pouring in left and right with high trauma injuries. Her shift had ended hours ago but her replacement had never showed. Walking briskly into ER Exam room 6, Sarah and two other nurses began CPR on a patient who was in cardiac arrest. Her hands squeezed together as she rhythmically continued compression pumps upon the young mans chest. Several minutes went by but she and the other nurses continued cardiopulmonary resuscitation. She cursed silently to herself as the monitor continued the flat line warning. Where was the doctor? The patient stared blankly up at her, the eyes were glazed over. It was to late. The patient was dead.

 She ceased her actions and unplugged the monitor. The hallway was overwhelming with activity. Nurses and patients were yelling. She ran into the hallway and watched in horror as a man attacked one of the doctors and bit him on the arm. A paramedic pulled the crazed man off of the doctor, and a policeman shot him in the chest. The shot rang out through the ER, and a brief moment of silence followed. The man that was shot directly in the chest lunged towards the nearest person, and the policeman shot again. People screamed. Sarah screamed as the man who barely faltered charged the policeman. A third shot rang out and the bullet barreled through the man's head. Blood splattered. The man finally fell to the ground.

 Someone grabbed her. It was her friend, Sasha, also a nurse. "We have to get out of here!" Sasha pulled her down the hallway. It had to be a nightmare. She watched, fear gripping her chest, as more attacks occurred. Blood was everywhere, so much blood and many people were screaming. More gunshots. Just as she reached the end of the hallway, the patient who she had performed CPR on and died stumbled out of Exam Room 6. What was going on? She turned and ran, following Sasha and several others who escaped out of one of the emergency exit. As she reached her car, Sasha peeled out of the driveway in her Mustang, but she glanced towards the hospital. Most of the activity was located outside of the ER. Several cops were firing at the entrance, she climbed into her 2014 silver Camaro SS and followed Sasha out of the back entrance and hauled ass home.

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 Sarah peeked through her living room window, her green eyes scanning the staircase and surrounding areas from her viewpoint on the third floor of her apartment complex. It was located on the outskirts of Wilmington, Delaware where she was anxiously waiting for her husband to return. It had been over a week now since he had left to see if the rumors of a safe haven not far from her apartment were true. She stood from her post at the living room window and walked into the kitchen. She retrieved a bottle of water and returned back to her spot from where she kept watch, careful not to be seen from outside of the window. Her husband had promised to be back by now....

 Movement far up the road drew her attention to an SUV near the city limits sign. It was a fair distance away and she had trouble making out what was going on due to a couple houses blocking her view. Obviously someone had driven the SUV but had come to a stop. This meant that someone was alive. Maybe it was her husband. She moved from the window and grabbed her 9mm handgun, checked to make sure the clip was loaded, then returned back to the window, hoping to see more activity before she moved from her safe hold.

[Assistant]
Ved

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 His head turned up as he heard a slight shuffling above him, looking towards the direction of the sound, he moved slowly, holding the bat at the ready, he prepared to be forced into another life or death situation. Walking silently, he moved to the bottom of the stairs and began to climb them, being sure to avoid the older looking steps to avoid any creaking sounds. As he moved up the stiars, he kept an ear out for the shuffling sounds he heard earlier.

 As he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a few loud cracks and the sound of flesh ripping coming from behind a closed door down the hall. Inching forward, he watched the door closely and noticed that it was cracked open slightly, and the back of a male looking figure could be seen hunching over and consuming something aggressively, something small.

 As he made his way to the door, the floorboards beneath his feet let out a quiet groan, looking down quickly, he moved his foot to the side, another creak sounding out. Looking up, he saw the figure freeze, sniff, then return to it's 'meal' as if nothing happened. Letting out a small sigh of relief, he closed the distance to the door, and peered in, getting a closer look of the man.

 Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself, and as he exhaled, his good leg kicked open the door, and he took a long swing, his eye's closing mid-swing, a sickly squishing sound filling the air as his nails and bat pierced, then shattered, the skull of the walker. Opening his eyes, he nearly chocked in horror of what he saw. He was standing in a nursery.

 He slowly, painfully slowly, looked down at the mangled body the walker had been holding, and feasting on, then dropped to his knees, tears falling freely down his faced as he heaved heavily, stomach acid spewing from his mouth like water from a hose. Choking out a sob in between heavings, he continued to vomit until his stomach was dry, then fell to the floor, clutching at his gut and sobbing.

 In the hands of the now lifeless body, was the body of an infant, less than six months old, it's torso torn open from the teeth of it's father, and missing it's left arm, as well as chunks of the skull. Ribs jutted from the center of the body, and flies flew around the carcass of the infant. Blood poured from the body, a small pool forming atop of the older carcass.

[User]
Conner Davis

 Conner let himself stand getting to his feet in a matter of seconds. People, something he used to experienced with now posed a threat to his safety, taking a moment to think about this he looked at the open door with the question on his mind. Should he stick around or should he scatter? Conner did something that had been natural to him since he was a toddler, he paced. Taking quiet steps he darted his eyes around the yard mostly focusing on the sides making sure no walkers made their way back there. This was an ideal spot his eyes moving over to the treehouse, not ideal this was an amazing place for a rest.

 His fingers found their way through his now messy black hair as he groaned out to himself, "Conner get yourself together you idiot."  His eyes closed for a brief moment allowing himself to feel safe for the fraction of a second before the shuffling of rotting feet caught his attention. He opened his eyes gripped the knife he had been holding all this time tighter just standing in one spot, the thing could come to him. His heart sank as an unlikely thing occurred. The younger now deceased male coming towards him had once been his brother. He cursed under his breath for a moment, sure his brother had never been nice to him once in his entrie life but he still didn't deserve this.

 As the thing lunged forward he gripped it by the neck sending the knife into its skull and pulling it out watching the corpse drop to the floor. Conner knew where he was now, he was in the town he once called home. He looked back at each side of the house it seeming as if nothing had followed. He knelt down next to the younger teenager fixing his body so he was just laying there before reaching down and checking his pockets. Finding his wallet and opened it up looking at the driver's license Cameron Davis, at this moment it felt as if the world was playing some sick cruel joke on him.

 No longer caring about the person inside he took a seat setting the knife next to him holding up that wallet. His other hand balled into a fist a river of tears began to fall down his face. Cameron should've become an architect like he always talked about when they were younger. His mind wandered on how this could've happened, his brother had always been the smart one. He just sat keeping watch trying his best to see through the tears.

[Assistant]
With a swift jerk of his arms, he tossed the mangled sign to the side of the road, and let out a barely audible sigh, before turning around to survey the rest of the street. It was an odd assortment, a half-urban hybrid of contemporary America. Adjacent to multiple small residential homes stood a drab apartment complex. Looters had already torn their way through the street, but a house or two remained relatively unmolested. His pistol at the ready, but in a dormant position, Desmond scanned slowly and meticulously back and forth. Shattered windows, blood stains, wreckages were likely no good. One of the townhouses next to the apartment had been impaled at the base by a FedEx truck, totally obliterating the doorway. It was a wonder that the structure still stood, and Desmond didn't want to try his luck on the interior. Two doors down, a quaint blue residence caught his eye immediately. Not because of the intact windows, or the closed, sturdy door, or the atmosphere of peace and nostalgia that pervaded through the view of the structure -- provided, of course, one closed their eyes and mind to the carnage beside, behind, and all around. No, what caught Desmond's attention was the pair of eyes staring back at him through the kitchen window.

It was a woman. Her eyes were wide and alert, and so were Desmond's. He simply stared, mouth slightly ajar in utter surprise, before he was able to shake himself out of the stupefaction and make an attempt at communication. Slowly, he unloaded his gun and raised it above his head, clip and piece in either hand, to show that he was no threat. Walking forward at an even pace, he did not take his eyes away from her's. She was the first human being he had seen in days, and she could be anyone. She could be a killer. But in this world, they were all killers, and he knew that one of them would have to take a deadly chance sooner or later.
"It's okay," he called, and hoped he was right. "I want to talk."


[System]
Appearance

Gender
Female

Personality
Amber is curious, bubbly and optimistic. She is a bit shy at times, and has difficulty making decisions due to inexperience and lack of confidence. Although she has a hard time articulating it, she has a strong desire for order and safety in her life. As a result, she tends to like Pearl.

Bio
Amber was created towards the end of the Crystal Wars in a kindergarten on Earth. While the Crystal Gems attacked the kindergarten where Amber was created to shut it down, the caretaker ramped up production in an effort to save herself. The caretaker took the newly made gems including Amber, who were too young and inexperienced to fight as an efficient army, and broke or flawed their gems, turning them into gem monsters, hoping to escape in the ensuing chaos. The plan backfired; Amber, in her monstrous rage slew the caretaker. Rose's army was forced to put down all the gem monsters, Amber being among them.

Amber stayed imprisoned in the Crystal Temple until adult Steven healed her. She has little to no recollection of her time as a monster, and has a very innocent and naive outlook in life, having been 'alive' for a long time but aware for almost none of that time.

Association
Crystal Gems

Gem
Amber (tear-shaped, polished, entrapped insect inside)

Weapon
Cleats

Gem Location
Left ankle

Gem Unique Ability
Electrostasis - Amber has the ability to build up and store an electric charge, and manipulate electrostatic repulsion. This usually means that she tends to run or run in place during battle to build up charge that she can release in a weak, short range lightning spark, or with her devestating finisher, Lightning Kick, and leap into the air followed by a charged, downward strike to the head. She can also statically cling to surfaces.

Other
Her favorite movie is Jurassic Park.

[User]
It had only been a matter of minutes, but Citrine's gem began to glow in Amber's hands. Perhaps it was the urgency of the situation that drew her out so quickly, or perhaps she was simply reckless, but either way, the short orange gem was quickly developing a new body. Soon, she was reformed, looking nearly identical to her initial appearance, though her hair was now parted to the other side, and her shirt hung a bit lower. She dashed forth from Amber, to once more stand between Halite and his potential victims, including the now potentially dangerous Balas Ruby. Citrine looked at Halite pleadingly, trying her best to eminate her calming aura.

"Please... Stop this. Violence is wrong." Her concern seemed legitimate. Real. Foolish.

[Assistant]
"...I'm sorry I must have misheard you."

With a grunt, Halite dismissed his hammer, crouching down to look Citrine in the eyes.

"Because it sounded like you said violence is wrong. That's... not something I ever thought I'd hear from a Gem."

His skin was quickly returning to white. His breathing less ragged. His voice much calmer.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, uh... what's your name?"

[User]
Sard stared angrily at Halite as he began thinking about what to do. In all honesty, Sard didn't want Halite to surrender. Sard wanted a fight, and a fight Halite would seemingly give. With a bellowing yell, he quickly threw the gem bubbles at them, as a sort of projectile weapon. Sard tapped into his adrenaline for a second, but the Balas reacted quickly, using a sonic blast to slow all the gems to a halt. Balas once again tried to persuade him, an effort that provided useless to no one's surprise. He screamed once again, and prepared to attack... only to be stopped by a gentle voice.

Citrine had reformed rather quickly, a feat he personally thought was a little odd considering her nature. When she had come out, she looked almost the same, a bigger shirt and her hair was reversed. She calmed him down, simply by saying violence was wrong. How foolish. But apparently, it worked on Halite. He dismissed his weapon and began talking to her. "Seriously?" Sard asked, looking around the room. With a grunt, he decided to leave. He clearly wasn't getting what he wanted, so whatever. All he had to do was wait until the mission.

He entered the foyer-type area of the temple. A simple human abode, it seemed. Once he entered, he saw the gem who had left earlier, eating some human food. It didn't look like she was getting very far, though. That gave him an idea as to how to cool off, luckily. "Heh, eating some human food, huh? I don't particularly like the stuff. I enjoy their liquids more." Sard said, opening up the cold fridge, and grabbing a fresh soda off of one of the shelves. He slammed the fridge door, a little to hard, but not causing any permanent damage. "So, what's up?" He asked, popping the cap off the tasty beverage in his hand.

[Assistant]
Obdi jumped upon hearing the angered voice of Balas. Things were quickly getting out of hand, Balas had taken out her own weapon, and was ready to confront the raging Gem. Sard had also summoned his own weapon, and with Balas, was ready to take down Halite if necessary. As much as Obdi wanted to help, no matter how badly he wanted to stop this. He was afraid. Halite was a powerful gem, large and intimidating.

Unfortunately, people can change quickly. Obdi watched in horror as the Gem took all the Bubbled Gems that floated around The Burning Room, and was thrown at them. Despite that fact that Balas had easily and safely stopped the incoming Bubbled Gems. Anger was etched into Obdi's soft features, those were his brother and sisters, his comrades, how could Halite so easily endanger them in such a way.

Fortunately, Halite surrendered. Obdi wanted to attack him none the less, but he balled up is anger and stomped away. Obdi walked out and passed the Gems inside the foyer slash living space inside the temple. He walked outside, onto the beach, a place that he had not seen, in forever. It's beauty soothed him, calming him down, despite that, he still wanted revenge.

Steven
"These are our strongest gems?" Steven said with a sigh. He had sent these Gems to take out an important Outpost for the HomeWorld, and yet, they had not even left and they were already fighting. He felt bad for Pearl, how would she react to such Gems. "Don't worry Steven, they will be fine." Garnet said with her usual stern voice. "I hope so." Steven said raking his hand through his hair.

[User]
Melanite turned to look at Sard, and in giving up on swallowing the bread box whole, snapped it in half with a surprisingly sharp set of teeth. "Give me a break, I haven't had this form for long," Melanite replied, referring to her new state of not being a corrupted gem, but also her new state of having a body other than an entire building. "I know humans definitely put things from this kind of room in their mouths, and when I take over a building I can eat whatever I want, but now I'm suddenly having problems! I wonder how humans tell food from non-food..."

This train of thought was only maintained for a moment before Melanite answered Sard's question, only rather than explaining what she was doing now (that much was obvious, she was clearly trying to eat a breadbox), Melanite decided to explain what she had been doing just moments ago. "Well, I was under the impression we had an urgent mission to attend to, but clearly some gems have different priorities! I'm glad I stepped out before I could even see that tantrum, but I have three guesses as to who's responsible. I should plan a prank and cheer them up!" This train of thought took Melanite somewhere actually useful, and as she had an idea Melanite grinned and clapped her hands with excitement. She folded her arms, and with a clever sneer she said to Sard, "Hey, I got something that'll really teach those gems to mess around! Let's say we have a race to see who can get to Pearl first, huh?"

[Assistant] Amber had wondered why Steven, Garnet, and Amethyst didn't intervene, and started losing hope as the situation escalated. However, Citrine's gem began agitating and floated up into the air. Amber pulled back as Citrine reformed and confronted Halite. Something about Citrine made Amber feel calm, her previous sense of hopelessness leaving. Amber saw several gems leave before confirming whether or not the situation was completely defused yet, so decided to stay. Amber got up off the ground and stood behind Citrine. She summoned up enough courage to speak to Halite, hoping what she said wouldn't anger him further, "Not all gems here have fought or harmed other life...at least, I know I haven't." Though technically, she had killed the caretaker of her kindergarten, she had no memory of it. "I'm sure there are other gems bubbled up that are like me, and it wouldn't be right to judge them without at least letting them speak for themselves. You wouldn't do that, right?"

[User]
As Sard took a big gulp of his cola, as he listened to Mel explain herself. Made sense. Frankly, he didn't have much of an idea what human cuisine was anyways. He just liked their fizzy drinks. He did kinda wonder what humanity ate, but at the same time didn't care enough to ask or do any research.

Just then a fuming Obsidian busted through the door to the foyer, and stomped out the door onto the beach. Mel didn't acknowledge him, instead focusing on the commotion that Sard had been at least partly responsible for in the Burning Room. Yeah, whoops, they did kinda have a mission to attend to... Still though, a race did sound kinda fun. "Yeah, I'll race. As long as you're fine with losing, I mean." Sard joked. "I'll go get the Obsidian. Mind taking care of the people in the Burning Room? Forewarning, it's getting all mushy 'violence is wrong' speech-y in there."

With that, Sard waved goodbye to Mel and hopped out onto the patio. He took in the surf and sand, breathing deeply to really get the full experience of outside. This was why he switched sides. That, and there was only one worthwhile person in the entire HomeWorld military, excluding himself, of course. He couldn't wait to get in the forest, and see some of the lush greens. With a grunt, he hit the sand, and quickly took off his shoes to feel the little grains between his feet. With a smile, he walked up to Obsidian.

"Hey, Obsidian, me and Melanite were gonna have a little race to see who can get to Pearl first. Wanna come?" Sard asked.

[Assistant]
After ensuring Halite was no longer a danger to herself or the other gems, Citrine ceased emitting her calming aura. She was a bit wary of the salt-based warrior, considering his unusually hot temper for a head-based gem, but she did feel he deserved the benefit of the doubt. After all, she herself was not initially a friend to the cause of the Crystal Gems: That part of her past was... Unpleasant to think about, but it was certainly very important. Perhaps Halite was simply lost and confused, as many gems were wont to be. As she reached the screen door of the humble beach abode, she overheard Melanite speaking to Sard about Halite's... Tantrum. Her words, though possibly true, left a bit of a sore feeling in Citrine's heart. She wasn't big on the idea of hostilities erupting this early in their reawakening, and decided to speak up.

"Perhaps that... Brute, was wrong to act as he did, but you can't expect everyone to react to new situations the same way. He felt scared and threatened. He wasn't acting out of malice, he was trying to protect himself. And I'm not sure that situation was made better by the immediate jump to threats of violence. I don't mean to imply you're in the wrong..." Citrine had difficulty choosing her next words carefully, "But I don't think you should put all the blame on him."

[User]
Melanite had been hoping Sard would let her have this task. While he was talking to Obsidian outside, Melanite opened the door to the burning room back up, seeing that a few gems were still in there, including the colossal Halite. There was evidence of combat everywhere, but Melanite didn't care enough to try and figure out what exactly had happened. Besides, she only stuck her head in for a brief second to announce the race.

"HEY JOKERS!" Melanite yelled carelessly into the burning room, "We're racing to Pearl! Last one there gets left behind!" An empty threat in Melanite's heart, but she hoped it would be enough to motivate the other gems to get a move on.

Immediately Melanite bolted in the other direction, flying back through the house and outside to the patio, where Sard and Obsidian were. "No need to wait any longer, let's get going, hee hee!" Melanite said, and she took off into the air and started flying full speed towards Empire City, though her top speed was roughly the same as an average human running, even when sailing through the air.

[Assistant]
"No. I wouldn't. That's why I didn't try to hurt you, Citrine, or the one who healed me. The others... they gave me orders. They told me how to feel. They brandished weapons. I got angry. I... just kept getting angrier."

It seemed like Halite was... apathetic about his outburst. At least he wasn't entering another spiral of fury, wherein those around him continually threatened him for being angry and scared. That seemed to end poorly.


[System]
Sex: Male
Age: 18
House: Dark Magician House

Appearance:
Duel Disk: Though he never really did like them, he was required one and because of so, added with his father's status he was given a custom and advanced deck. The duel disk has a tradictional grip that allows him to have a gloved hand, custom fit, and on the inside of his wrist, the deck put in pointing upward, the first card facing away, the back covered. The deck allows him to press a button to add cards to his hand, which lines the inside of his arm. He can push them up out of the top and placed in a completely straight, curved up, and and thin silver colored disk part that has the areas for all the cards that can be placed at a blue hint.

Personality: Lua is a very nice person. He is always worried about other people and wants to help them be the best they can. He has a strange optimism for others and will tell them what they want to hear instead of what they need to hear first. That being said, he is a very clumsy person and he seemed to always be a little bit nervous. He easily becomes frustrated or confused. He is always really down on himself and never really believes he can accomplish anything. He tends to try to dodge or work around combat and forced or serious duels but isn't shy to a nice game or mandatory game. He is quick to accept people, especially as a friend and even quicker to forgive them. Because of so he is easily manipulated and used by others, only added to the easiness by him being a pushover and generally naive.

History: Lua was born a to a privileged family, as the runt of three. He was conceived in an affair and because of so his father always disliked him. His brothers picked on him because he was the youngest sibling. It was only his mother that treated him with true kindness. Eventually, the father of Lua made a deal with KaibaCorp. where they began to manufacture and distribute duel monsters related accessories. Because of this, for their birthdays, each kid was given a deck of cards. Lua had his deck taken, and all of the cards the others didn't want were given to him. They always played the game together, and he asked to join. He did, and he even won, and in anger, the other brothers beat him up. Seeing this as a chance to build his confidence, Lua's mother bought a purposefully terrible deck and began to play with him. Lua had a lot of fun and won often. Eventually, she began to strengthen her deck more and more, allowing him to experience loss and adapt to better play the game. It was when she pulled out a dark magician that he realized she had been adding good cards to his deck. Going all out, he miraculously won the match. They continued to play and he realized that he had a passion for the game. because of this, his mother managed to convince his father to let him go to duel academy, where he has been ever since.

Wish: To prove himself to his family and make his mother proud

Deck:
Monsters: -3 Cyber Jars
-Golden Ladybug
-2 Mages of faith
-Bowgenian
-Morphing Jar
-Morphing jar 2
-3 Obnoxious Celtic Warrior
-Amazon fighter
-2 man eating bugs
-yomi ship
-3 Millenium Sheilds
-Skelangle
-Kuriboh
-jinzo
-Lone savage space warrior*

Spells: -2 Pots of greed
-Snatch steal
-2 Mystical Space typhoon
-Swords of revealing light
-Mist body
-Apple of Discord*
-2 despell

Traps:- 2 Gravity Binds
-2 michizure
-Mask of weakness
-Necromancer's circle*
-2 dice re-roll

Custom cards are marked with * and anime cards are marked with **.

Custom cards:

-NAME OF CARD: Lone savage space warrior
Level 8 ATTRIBUTE EARTH Beast-warrior Normal monster
ATK 2800/1500 DEF
[Monster Effect/Flavor Text] A powerful yet brutal, monstrous, monkey-like alien from far off used to commit mass genocide of other alien races so that their planets may be sold

Apple of discord
Normal Spell Card
Roll a six-sided die and apply the result.
1: Target 1 face-up card you control (except this card) and give control of it to your opponent.
2: Pay 500 Life Points.
3: Your opponent can look at your hand, then send 1 card from your hand to the Graveyard.
4: Your opponent targets 1 face-up card they control and gives control of it to you.
5: Look at your opponent's hand, choose 1 card, and add it to your hand.
6: Shuffle 1 card in your Graveyard back into the deck.

Necromancer's Circle
Normal Trap Card
During your Second Main Phase after this card is activated, target 1 monster in your graveyard: Special Summon it. Its level is halved and it is treated as a DARK Zombie-type monster. When this card leaves the field, destroy that target. When the target leaves the field, destroy this card.

[User]
Elly was annoyed with the raw, vast stupidity going on in front of her. Once the opening ceremony was finished, students filed out of the auditorium and began scattering like ants after you light their food on fire. A few fools started to duel each other right outside, risking endless intrusions, but my god, the sheer quantity of losers skittishly wandering off to hide in the bowels of the school was embarrassing. Don't they know anything about how events like this work?

As a new student, Elly has no choice but to put faith in the competence of the staff. Once that's assumed, the possibility of waiting things out to be the last standing doesn't make any sense. After all, why reward cowardice?

Clearly, the whole thing is being tracked by everyone's duel disk, meaning that the more losers snuffed out, the better placement everyone is given!

...Unfortunately, now wasn't exactly a good time to go sniping. Few duels had any progress made, and the ones that did probably already had so many intruders that they could all turn on any further intruders and end them in a heartbeat.

No, the best idea is to stalk one of these spineless wimps and crush them. It's funny, really, how easy it was for her to put this plan into effect, following this small, docile loser to a secluded spot on the edge of school where they can't be intruded upon. She sees him take a sigh of relief, thinking he made it. Oh, how wrong he is.

She grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. "Running away?" A horrible screeching noise goes off as her duel disk snaps into place. She gives the small boy a wicked smile. "It's okay, I'll just kill you off! That way, you don't need to worry about this event at all~♥"

She points at him aggressively. "Why don't you start us off? Or maybe... you prefer to just forfeit instead?"

[Assistant]
While he was walking around campus, Tekkan heard talk about 'not wanting to waste time on fools and weaklings' coming from around a nearby tree and looked over to find its source. It seemed to be another white-haired male around the same age as him, if not a year older. He figured the talk to be him just bragging about his own 'strength' and decided to make him eat his words.

"You talk a pretty big game for someone who probably hasn't even dueled all day, you know that?" Tekkan called out to the young man as he ran towards him. Once he got close enough, he saw another duelist there, apparently already about to duel. He didn't want the other guy to ruin his chance, so he pushed him out of the way, stood his ground, and pointed at the white-haired male with his index finger, his other hand on his hip.

"Don't listen to that guy! I'll be your opponent, 'cause I know for a fact that I'm stronger!" Tekkan activated his duel disk, the autoshuffler already working its magic. "Come on! Let's Duel!"

[User]
"...You do realize the folly of that statement, right?" Ayami asked, watching as the rider's ace monster got flicked back into the Extra Deck. "Actually, given how you've been spouting off for the last few minutes, I'm not surprised that you'd end up throwing a fit."

Drawing a card from her Deck, Ayami opted to simply go straight to her Battle Phase. Pointing at the facedown card, Ayami watched as Nekroz of Valkyrus pointed its weapon at it.

"Attack."

Her turn would essentially end there--no more, no less.

[Assistant]
Lo did the sorcerer's blast strike true at the face down monster that the Ghoulish Rider - Traveler of the Highway of Hell placed upon the field. Fyodor leaned in, while still squatting, as the attack came through. And just before the card flipped up, a dramatic pause was used.

...

Spirit Reaper emerged and bodied the attack. The purple robe zombie simply shook its head and tapped its scythe up and down.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. See? You bored me. I bet you were expecting some flashy sorcery weren't you? But you'd be wrong. So besides Pyramid Turtle haunting your dreams, you've got Spirit Reaper lying in wait."

[User]
The boy with the spatula nodded. "Aight." he declared. He produced a pan handle on a steel duel disk with the usual touchscreen displaying his lifepoints as he touched it, having idled after not dueled, revealing the 4500. He drew his five cards.

"As per your request, I am going first. After all, the customer is always right. Because of this, however, I am not allowed to draw this turn." he explained, looking at his hand. He thumbed through his options for a moment, thinking of future plays, before quickly popping down a card, and in a blazing inferno, a rocket-shaped creature materialized in front of him. "In attack mode, I summon Volcanic Rocket! Now, I'm gonna turn up the heat with his special ability! It allows me to add a "Blaze Accelerator" card from my grave or deck to my hand, I got... Blaze Accelerator Reload!" The boy showed Cooler the trap card.

"Any responses? No? Aight then. It's yer go."

[Assistant]
As the battle began to get deep into its process, no more than eight turns in, no less than six, someone had wandered into the area in which the duelist has begun their fierce combat and instead of politely moving out of the way for them, he merely moved to the sidelines, to watch in awe and wonder as two young students with customized and strong decks tailored to their skills and the way they think. He wished he had been able to have such, but instead was allowed basically only what his brothers left out for him from what they did not want for themselves, their greedy hands grabbing card they saw as worth value. He hoped one day that he could use his deck, or perhaps even make his own deck the way he wanted so that he could take on foes like this. The young man was small but was probably older than the two of them, his hair cut short and his body as wimpy as he thought his deck was. He was covered in a sweat jacket, his jeans slightly dirtied from him sitting down on the ground to watch the duel more comfortably. As it came to an end, he clapped his hands loudly and genuinely, fast and hard, as he stood up and moved through the now cleared battle area.
"Wow! That was amazing! You guys are really great! And your decks are perfect!"