[System]
Title: -

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Personality: Senna is a happy sort of child, the kind that isn't easily brought down and who recovers quickly when they are. She's a survivalist by nature, a careful, practical girl who can be trusted to be reliable during tough situations. She has a certain, cat-like curiosity to her, but she is always sure to keep a handle on herself so that it doesn't get her into trouble. Her sense of adventure is strong, despite her general level-headedness.

She is a person who puts the most importance on self-interest, and considers the needs of others second. She's not above using underhanded tactics to keep herself going, and unlike what you would expect from someone her age, violence is not something she's a stranger to. Having lived most of her life toughing it out in the wilderness, concepts such as luxury or extravagance are lost on her, and she would be more than happy to enjoy a simple, peaceful sleep in the crook of a tree branch if the situation called for it.

When it comes to her interactions with others, Senna is sensible, and usually to the point. She does engage in basic deception, to the degree that benefits her, but is just as likely to display a simple honesty when she has no reason to lie. She has a tendency to subtly imitate or go along with others around her, more out of habit than anything else, and this does help her come off as more likeable where otherwise she may seem a little stiff.

She actually does have a sense of humour.

Biography: Orphaned at a young age by an epidemic, Senna was adopted by the local woodsman and hunter, often referred to as the "Shadowcat". He was somewhat of a local legend, but he had a weak spot for kids, and took her in as both his adopted daughter and his student. She took to him immediately, with his quiet coolness and the fleeting warmth of his smiles at the nightly campfires. She looked up to him, as the one who provided for her and who shared cool stories of the adventures of his youth.

From him, she learned the arts of the wilds, and how to live off the land. While she frequently visited the village, she spent much of her time out with her new father in the nearby forests. When she did spend time in the village, she was certainly well-liked by the people there, possibly because her biological parents were quite well liked as well before their demise. She was often jokingly called "Shadowkitten" because of the way she stuck to her adopted father like glue, stalking along in his shadow pretty much whenever they were together.

The older she grew, and the more she learned to do things herself, the more she started to help her father in his work. She never stopped learning, of course, and there was no chance of her catching up to her teacher anytime soon, but about when she reached the age of ten she begun to be able to manage hunts on her own. When she realized she could fend for herself, she would often go for long treks into the woods on her own, and had all sorts of adventures, ranging from the discovery of an ancient tower to a close encounter with a fearsome Grizzly Bear.

When word reached the village of the God's descent, along with it came information on some of the gods that were seen. From this, she learned of the existence of a Ranger Goddess, which perked her interest almost immediately. That said, she probably would never have left if it weren't for her teacher's urging, telling her she should go and make a name for herself under this new Goddess. The entrance to the Labyrinth was close, so she had no issue making her way there, and in contracting with the Goddess she sought.

Now, it was just a matter of what she wanted to do.

Skills:

Sharpened Instincts: Heightened intuition and senses, honed through a life of hunting and outdoor activities. While not on the level of her teacher, Senna is more than capable of using her instincts to seek out and avoid danger in her surroundings, and can usually determine when somebody means her ill will with nothing more than her intuition. She's a bit more perceptive than most, and can easily get a grasp for when something is "wrong" with a situation or place.

Hunting/Tracking: A necessary skill for somebody forced into her position, and a skill that was honed greatly under the tutelage of her Teacher. She can track targets across long distances, find signs of prey movements, or activity, and make use of a range of hunting techniques including trapping, tracking and skinning.

Aptitude and training in stealth is a given. Used for hiding one's presence and making use of environmental features to conceal themselves from detection by foes or allies alike. Control of the body and mind is very important, so a certain degree of natural calm and quiet is to be expected. Footsteps, breathing and movements can easily be masked, allowing for silent approaches or escapes, depending on the situation. Camouflage, misdirection and the hiding of motives are all also possible.

Ranged Combat: An invaluable skill for a hunter, allowing for a fast, accurate kill at a range, if you have the knack for it. With her sharp eyes, careful, calm nature and capable fingers, Senna found that she was more than capable of preforming in Archery and other forms of ranged fighting alike. Able to throw axes or spears effectively, due to her having some training in these areas. Doesn't apply to more complicated weapons, such as throwing knives or chakram.

Survival: A set of skills necessary for survival in the wilderness. Excluding those already mentioned, the skills included are basic first aid, herblore, fishing, wood carving, cooking, shelter creation, fire-starting and straightforward wilderness knowledge. Senna isn't an expert, but she can manage. Not effective at winning, but great at not dying.

Includes a capacity to move through the world and manipulate her limbs in complex manners, necessary for navigating terrain more complex than a clear, open meadow. Allows for feats of advanced mobility like tree-climbing, swimming and generally agile, acrobatic movements. As somebody who spent a great amount of her time outdoors, these skills came to her naturally. She's quite quick on her feet.

Guild: Cernunnos

Equipment:

Throwing Weapons: One steel-tipped spear, usable for throwing or melee combat. Two throwing axes with steel heads.

Bow: A beautiful, hand-crafted bow, perfectly suited for Senna's height. Includes a quiver and cleaning supplies, with 10 steel-tipped arrows on hand.

Survival Gear: Includes rope, string, a pot, a bedroll, fire-starting supplies, a skinning knife, a carving knife, some bandages (and herbs for cleaning wounds), salt, a large skin for water or alcohol, and some basic rations (Dried/Smoked Meats, fruit). Contained in a "Bag".

Currency: One gold, and five silver. Contained in a small, independent purse.

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As Senna took out the flasks, Thoth's eyes lit up slightly and her face cleared up, the God walking forwards somewhat meekly to inspect them further. "...huh, it looks pretty low-level, but the craftsmanship behind it is beyond first rate. Hmph, I guess I still have a ways to go before it..." She mumbled under her breath contemplatively before straightening back up and nodding slightly.

"Those look like...well, I guess you could call them 'Basic Health Potions'." She explained, much of her earlier unease apparently absent while she was immersed in her subject of expertise, though not completely. "U-Um, so basically, they generate and propogate a magic formula through your body, but since the formula's embedded in the entire flask's contents, you'll need to drink the whole thing for it to have a proper effect. Only drinking half will make the effect of it be far less than half, because the magic formula doesn't show its full ability until it's completed...I-I can explain that better once one of you gets magic, because then Heka's allowed to tell you about magic."

"But...um...anyway, these two will basically heal wounds and things like that. It's not regeneration, but more like accelerated natural healing with a few downsides, like aging, taken out of the equation. These ones are what I like to call Basic-class, so they'll only really fix up minor wounds fully...er, but if you have any life-threatening ones, drinking one or two of these won't heal it fully, but it'll buy you more time. Does, um, does that make sense?"

Around that time, Thoth noticed she had more visitors, one of whom was a Guild member of hers who seemed to be incapable of moving.

"A-Ah! Wh-What happened! Why are you carrying him?! D-Did he get hit by a soul attack?! O-Oh, but I don't have the materials for a spiritual restoration potion, oh no, oh no, oh no..."

[Assistant]
Thankfully their path was clear and Alexander was able to put his sword away in short order as they exited the Labyrinth without further encounters. It was cumbersome, but he had also managed to bring both their pack and case up without Lynn's assistance. Sure it had involved a bit more rope behind Vincent to secure the pack to Vincent's chest, but at least they had all their belongings.

Besides, it's not like Alexander particularly cared how ridiculous they looked. He wasn't sure if Ares would appreciate one of her members returning in such an inglorious fashion, but he could deal with the fallout afterwards. So with plenty of eyes on him and his paralyzed teammate, Alexander made the trek up North.

Evidently he wasn't the first person to show up at Thoth's lab and he blinked in surprise at Senna's presence, not having thought the little archer would have any business at the alchemy God's lab. His eyes narrowed slightly at the vial in the God's hand, looking between it and his teammate, but Alexander ultimately didn't say anything on the matter.

He raised a hand to try and stop Thoth's panicked guesses, before he explained. "Nothing that serious. Just some paralyzation from the Poison Slime we encountered. Also, mind appraising this? It was covered by one of the Poison Slimes, not sure if it might have been contaminated." He held the flask out to Thoth for examination, and upon it being taken would begin to untie Vincent from himself.

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Thoth blinked twice before taking a slight step towards Alexander to get a better look at the flasks he was holding. "...um, those look like Basic Health Potions, the same as the ones she found." The God explained, weakly pointing over at Senna. "I-I can't really tell if they're contaminated off the bat, but if you leave them with me for a bit, um, I can always take a look at them o-once I finish up making this base." She mumbled, indicating the cauldron filled with silver liquid that she had sampled mere seconds earlier.

A couple of seconds passed before Thoth paused again, turning back to face Alexander with a confused expression. "...w-wait, did you say he was paralyzed by a Poison Slime?" She asked, eyes wide. "Th-That's not possible. I watched through his eyes for a bit when all of you walked in the second floor...b-but I did have to look away to get back to working on my base. Those slimes you were fighting were just normal Poison Slimes though...th-they didn't have any difference in abilities from the last time, so they should have just put a poison attribute on. They, um, they couldn't have caused paralysis..."

[Assistant]
"Right," Alexander muttered as he left the vial with Thoth for the appraisal, "please do just that." He remembered Vincent's quickly afterwards and fished the other man's potion from a pocket and passed it over to Thoth as well. "This one too please."

He took her words into consideration and figured that as a Goddess her knowledge of the Labyrinth would be better than their own. Especially given she was supposed to be somewhat of a bookworm and intellectual if the rumors were correct. Thus Alexander didn't doubt her words and thought back to what had happened in the Labyrinth. "Well… I don't think there was anything on the vials since he grabbed them with his gloves on. Beyond that, he drank a bit of some antidote for the poison at first…"

His eyes narrowed in thought as he tried to recall the exact details of that moment, and after a moment he felt more certain. "Yeah, that's when his movements got a bit sluggish. The antidote wasn't fully effective or something since he downed the rest of it only a few moments later, and right after that was when he got fully immobilized." From the details he remembered it seemed to point at the antidote as the most likely culprit for Vincent's poisoning which was frankly a shitty trade-off.

While he waited for a response from the Goddess he also began to untie the pack and suit from Vincent, keeping the paralyzed adventurer propped up with a leg. "Reason aside, got anything to fix him up or will it pass with time?"

[User]
At Alexander's words, Thoth's expression abruptly changed, her confused state replaced as if she had an epiphany. "U-Um, I...I'll be right back!" She blurted out abruptly before running in the opposite direction of the adventurers, towards the back room of her lab. From where Alexander and friends stood, they'd be able to hear a few crashing noises, the sound of something heavy being knocked over, and a strange sizzling sound all emanate from the back room, until Thoth emerged about a minute and a half later.

Shuffling forwards and facing the ground, the God was quiet for several seconds before she managed to speak up. "...um, s-so, the antitoxin I made...might have accidentally gotten mixed with a paralytic I was working on by accident." She mumbled. "A-And...er...well, I don't have enough materials to make a new batch, so i-it's all I have for now. I-I'll be selling it at a discount though, since...um...since it paralyzes you. I don't have the supplies to make an antidote either, but it should wear off on its own in...a-a couple of hours."

As expected of potion master.

[Assistant]
Senna blinks silently through most of Thoth's explanation, but upon hearing "heals wounds", she smiles and nods sagely.

"I understand."

When a whole lot of others come in and start talking about all sorts of things, like soul attacks, and paralysis, Senna decides it would be the best time to slip out. So, nodding and smiling at Thoth and the others, she heads out the door and goes to search for Cernunnos. The flasks are replaced into her bag, and she treads lightly into the district that was home to the two trickier Goddesses.

Once there, she waits around a little to see if Cern would show herself. Because looking for her was hard.


[System]
Age: 15
Gender: Male

Nationality: Japanese

Favorite Gundam Series: G Gundam, Gundam Beast

Personality: Joe doesn't want to be here. He's not interested in the Gundam franchise, he's not interested in pursuing a career in pro Gunpla, and he really, really hates the kind of losers that frequent the Akibahara district. However, he understands what wins in this sport, just like in the Toku and "actual decent robot" shows he loves: Hard Work And Guts. While your performance in the arena won't impress him, your training MIGHT. He's mostly sticking around because it's the school closest to his house, and by Japanese school districts, he's stuck here. Plus, he figures that the faculty here's going to be interested in funding one of his personal projects.

History: Joe's family has always been gearheads who love giant robots, superheroes, and space. Well, giant robots that aren't Gundam. This really colored their career paths. His Uncle Go builds military robots. His Uncle Saotome works on autopilot systems for jets. His brother Jiron works in bomb disposal. His sister Noriko joined the navy to work with guidance systems. His cousin Gai is an astronaut. Joe and his father, however, take after Grandpa Sadamitsu- a grizzled mechanic and known hellraiser from the days when Bancho were in every schoolyard. As Joe's father Kouji took up the Kurogane Motors mechanic shop withe the retirement of his grandfather, Joe was set to take up the mantle down the road, after apprenticing under his father and graduating high school.

That is, until he received an invitation to a gunpla school in the district with no way to refuse. Due to the zoning laws of the Japanese education system, he must attend the closest school to his place of residence- in this case, the unaccredited school where students study Gunpla and nothing else. He dreads being stuck here, since he's pretty sure they don't give out real diplomas and he has no interest in being a professional gunpla player. But while he's here, he might as well make some friends.

Gunpla Info
Musha Gundam Triumph Custom
Scale: 1/100
Based from: Musha Gundam

weapons: DJ Gun (Tanegashima Rifle), Citruslicer & Peerless Saber (kotetsumaru katanas), Heat Tomahawks
Special features: Those flags? They're the heat tomahawks.

Kuuga/Kuuga Gouram
Scale: 1/144
Based from: OM-LU04G2 Dybile Gundam
Mobile Suit:

Mobile Animal/Beast Mode:

Though it's been painted red with gold highlights.
weapons: Two low-grade cannons in the bug legs.
Special features: Like most mechs from Gundam Beast, the Dybile Gundam is able to switch between a Beast Mode and Mobile Suit mode with various advantages and disadvantages. In the case of Dybile, the Beast Mode is capable of flight and has better defenses. However, while it can't fly, the Mobile Suit mode has hands. As an additional advantage, its thrusters are all pointed backward in Suit Mode- allowing it to use all its thrust to move forward quickly.

[User] Chisame couldn't help but sigh this was exactly why she preferred straight builds over customs all the gimmicks come into play than. Still she supposed that all things considered it mattered little to her she could care less about what fancy things they had on their suits over time things will get hard yes but in the end gimmicks will only take you so far. She was easilly proving this by "sniping" at people with the tactical arms in its bow configuration. Hiding behind the debris she was currently showing that skill matters more than fancy specs as she took out a strike unit who probably was overloaded a bit with sheer amount of equipment it had on it.

[Assistant] Haruna sighed she was not one for large combat of this nature still she would do the best she could. Right now though she was currently playing it very careful going after weakened enemies for quick defeats. Using the beam zanbers she cut through mocks and defended against shots against her from the enemies. It was a free for all and it was quickly shaping up to prove her right that she was not cut out for these type of battles.

[User] "Tropheaum" the tower of bodies of the kills of the roman soldiers after a battle. It was said its how they determined the kill count and which soldier did the most during the battle. If that was the case Verdi thought than its more than just a random free for all battle with over the top dramatics. Rather they used a word not many knew or cared for to throw people off. With a sigh Verdi cut down yet another exia suit it was like people were dead set on recreating the show. Seeing the suit she was currently using what appeared to be a straight Masurao build used by Graham Aker during his stint as Mr.Bushido. With a sigh she held out her long and short gn beam sabers before cutting down the suits that was dashing at her not really moving from her spot. This was going to take awhile hopefully her hunch on why they called it a tropheaum was right because otherwise her stand was for nothing.

[Assistant]
Kyo fought the unicorn until it was sliced apart by the Faith's shield in one final clash between the two. "hehe, was adorable, even used the NTD system and everything." they said before looking around. Spotting a fleet engagement between NPC and a fuckton of debris in the middle, most likely hiding people. Maneuvering while slicing apart two players who were in red frame astrays, Kyo moved to the position behind the zeon. "FOR ALL OF YOU WHO ARE PLAYING DENMARK, CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED. YOU CAN FIGHT OR DIE HIDING IN THE RUBBLE LIKE THE COWARDS YOU ARE." Kyo shouted over the open communications channels, taking aim with the twin buster rifle.

Ten seconds passed as those who could monitor them would see a pollution of plavasky particles around the gunpla, incoming beam attacks being nullified to negligible damage. After the ten seconds were up, the twin buster rifle fired. With a blinding brilliance, the plavasky particles around the gundam were sucked inside of it, the beam growing large and becoming a ray of death. It punched through both flagships and wiped out all of the moks in its path. With the bea firing for the better part of ten seconds after the initial warmup. This gave Kyo enough time to swing it, obliterating both flagships and their escorts in the ensuing explosions from them. Judging from secondary explosions of great magnitude, Kyo had also caught several players in the beam. Holstering the weapon between the wings, Kyo readied themselves for the fight coming towards them.

[User]
There was a blip which suddenly appeared behind Kyo's mech. It was then a foot planted itself in the back of her Gundam's head at near light-speed, and then flew straight off into the distance faster than her eyes- or sensors- could keep up with. The mech in question was very, very red though. Taking advantage of the open comms, a Japanese pilot shouted in.

"SHOULDA USED THE COVER, DUMBASS!"

While normally, the Dybile Gundam wouldn't be able to fly because of gravity, in space there was no such restriction- just point the rockets behind you and fly around at almost physically impossible speeds, kicking people in the back of the head. This speed was what made Dybile such a threat to the Federation and ZOO forces during its use in Gundam Beast- speed so great it interfered with the sensors of mechs and was quite literally impossible to follow with the naked eye. Combined with a RADAR-absorbent paintjob he'd gotten from Uncle Go, it made the machine undetectable at anything but point-blank range.

[Assistant]
"Output set. Weapon two, Ripple Laser.", Iggy mumbled, configuring the megasonics to a wide, cone-shaped projectile. There was little point in setting his OPTION drones at the moment, seeing as he had other combatants happy to finish his work for him. Oddly, in spite of the name, the weapons worked just fine in space. Iggy had never really understood why that was, but he wasn't complaining, either.

Blazing through inky blackness of space and weaving through projectile fire, he took potshots as he passed through clouds of combatants, getting an arm here or a leg there, but only downing a couple of mechs, at best. True, he wasn't exactly racking up points, but in a survival match one had to keep their priorities straight- a large quantity of crippled machines would be far simpler to deal with than a small number of fully-functioning ones. After a couple of passes, he checked his rear camera to find a Crossbone-based suit was following him, the namesake thruster straining at full power to keep up with him. Sighing, Iggy looped his far more agile jet behind the earnest tailgater, who began desperately attempting to halt his momentum- a task made far harder when Iggy blasted apart his rocket column and left him drifting through the battlefield. After all, the unit was no longer a threat; there was no need for Iggy to add insult to injury.

Taking a tour through the debris field, he fired blindly as he maneuvered through it. In doing so he inflicted minor damage on a number of machines, but more importantly he broke up the junk they were using as cover and made it that much harder to actually avoid shots. On his way through, he passed by Chisame- though he didn't know it at the time, of course- clipping the top half of her tactical arms with the megasonic cannon. Then, as fast as he had appeared, Iggy vanished into the battlefield.

[User]
Yuki Pulled her Beam Saber out of the chest of a Perfect Gundam and kicked off of it, letting it spark a bit before exploding, then sighed. Kyo's little outburst had sparked a few to form 'hunting packs' and cruse the debris for people waiting it out.

People like Yuki, though in Yuki's case she was half watching to gather data and half staying out of it cause she really didn't like Battle Royals that much, to chaotic for her tastes. Ether way, Yuki had found her self needing to defend her self which she did far better then the Hunting Pack that found her had anticipated, and wound up wrecking the three of them despite her being vastly out gunned by the Perfect Gundam, Victory 2 Buster Assault and Verde Buster, though, much to her personal disdain she did have to use the Wings of Light to do it. She really didn't want to have had to use any of the special system in her Gunpla this early.

[Assistant]
Kyo growled, Faith had lost a bit of the color on the back of its head from the kick. Trying to follow it with their eyes, kyo found that they couldn't. Kyo smirked and switched visual spectrums for their sensors, now boosting after the gunpla. All of the trusters were working overtime as Kyo followed behind it. while Faith might have not had the speed advantage, faith also only really needed to take short cuts. It wasn't long before Kyo was following rather hot behind the beetle. "Parlor tricks like paint like that and raw speed will only get you so far!" Kyo called out as he started to deliver fire from the beam rifle in his hand, the buster rifle holstered for now.

The beam rifle fire was astoundingly accurate as the custom closed in at full burn from every thruster pushing it after the enemy. "All those tricks wont save you when the back of your gunpla looks like a Christmas tree on the thermal!" kyo shouted out, firing a barrage on the back of the beetle Gunpla, aiming to hopefully disable a few thrusters and force him into a fight.

[User]
Chuck, meanwhile, had slipped into serious mode. Which just meant no talking, mostly ignoring whatever comms came through, just focusing on handling combat as best he could. With proper threat assessment thanks to his minimap, skills at managing more than one thing at the same time thanks to his time spent playing real time strategy games and very good manual aim plus some level of understanding of how to survive fake firefights from playing first person shooters, the Axis Zeong carefully drifted along the best covered areas, keeping away from any obviously dangerous enemies while raining down endless firepower on anything unlucky enough to catch his attention.

Usually, resource management made his strategy a tad more difficult. Having all his weapons hooked to the generator meant they were more powerful and didn't have ammo limits but he had to manage the drain, be conservative with their use. None of that here. He was free to just go gung-go with 22 mega particle weapons, and he hadn't even used the head gun or the gigantic cannon on the mobile suit's chest. The result was an almost constant stream of beams erupting from the Axis Zeong like a deadly light show, destroying whatever came into its rather ample killzone, didn't matter who or what it was, and still managing to go practically unnoticed thanks to the general chaos.

Verdi's Masurao, due to its melee focus, was a particularly sweet prey and soon found itself with a fleet-sinking amount of mega particle blasts headed towards it, fired in a pattern that covered areas where the machine might dodge towards before moving the beams closer to its current position rather than simply shooting where it was standing. And it wasn't just a single volley, oh no, Chuck kept the attack up, though always mindful of any other approaching threats. 12 mega particle cannons, plus a constant barrage from 10 mega particle machineguns, all of it fired towards the same mobile suit in different angles of approach.

[Assistant]
Of course, you can't exactly use parlor tricks to catch up to something traveling at relativistic speeds. There weren't any shortcuts- unless that stupid angel-looking edgejob with its magic marker paintscheme was capable of INSTANTANEOUSLY tunneling through several tons of solid rock while also picking up speed. So Joe simply pointed the beetle legs that remained in Mobile Suit mode backward and fired at the unit's wings with the piddling slug cannons, performing an aileron roll to dodge the pink bullets and speeding off into the asteroid field- the mech shifting to darker and darker shades of red. Honestly, that pilot was lucky that there was a waiting period on some of the parts he needed to

"Damn, you idiots got SPOILED with all those fancy mobile suits! All those stupid systems, laser cannons, beam weapons, and spacemagic made you forget what robots are all about!"


[System]
Gender: male
Age: 16
Species: animatronic golem
Room Number: 334
Alignment: lawful neutral
Appearance:

Personality: As a golem, Fuchs has less understanding of human emotions and feelings. He has a desire to feel those emotions, but his first and foremost priority is serving his creator. Fuchs likes children and finds their imagination and simplicity to be a very important part of humanity. His view adults is that they are harder to understand and he hopes that by going to the academy he will learn more about what it is like being more human. He does have a dark side and that his vengeful nature to those that hurt people he cares about. His scary appearance and powers as well as his fondness for pranks has given him a little bit of a bad reputation.

Bio: Howard Von Heinsworth was a scientist who believed that one could mix the wonders of science with the mystical arts to achieve amazing wonders. His peers thought he was crazy and his family were scared of his dabbling in the occult. His desire to make a golem of animatronics and give it life through the mystic arts made him an outcast among the scientific community. While building the golem his son came to visit him in the lab and a malfunction in the equipment caused his son's death.

Howard's wife divorced him and took their other kid away and he was left was nothing, but his work. In a state of depression he made his golem with scary features to resemble his darkened soul and slight madness after all of the horrible things that happened to his life. After finishing the animatronic body he then began the ritual and was able to give life to his creation. After all of his long and hard work and terrible loss, Fuchs the animatronic golem was given life.

Fuchs had the curiosity of a child and Howard treated his creation as if it was his son. As a side effect of the mystical power flowing through his animatronic body, Fuchs had supernatural powers and had the abilities to create and manipulate fire as well as being able to move about stealthily like a phantom despite his animatronic body. After a while of keeping Fuchs a secret, Howard heard about a school where maybe Fuchs could learn more about human emotions with other strange beings.

Fuchs hopes that his stay at the academy will help him realize his dream of understanding humanity.

Power 1: pyrokenisis, it is not powered by magic.
Power 2: supernatural stealth, it is not powered by magic but rather some supernatural force
Likes: happy children, his creator, performing, taking revenge on bad people, following orders from his creator, scare pranks.
Dislikes: sad children, people who hurt children, people without a sense of humor, depression.
Family: He only has his creator who is an occult scientist named Howard Von Heinsworth
Friends: other golems
Sentimental Attachment: He has a picture of him and his creator when Fuchs was given life
Weapon: His hook hand is made of steel and silver, and his normal hand can have steel claws come out. It is his primary weapon aside from his pyrokinetic powers.
Other:

[User]
Kaito Chigusa

Kaito looked at Kuro who had started denying his train of thought. As far-fetched as it sounded, it was entirely possible. But this cat-boy didn't seem to like the idea of it. Heartless were monsters, sure, and they're known for only thing about death and destruction... but what if there was something other than that? The cat-boy must have some kind of tragic history with the Heartless.

"I'm just saying it's possible." He said with a shrug. He then looked back at Shade as he began screaming. He turned into a puddle and escaped the lightning cage, but couldn't pass the light cage. Kaito winced, his eyes blurring for a second, before Victor disappeared. Kaito's eyes turned blue once more and he let out a yawn. Damn, he shouldn't have flown down here. He should've stayed and not followed Miarikia. Even with the overwhelming feeling of darkness coming here.

He then saw Arken appear in front of the cage over cage over cage that held Shade. Kaito knew that it was safe to hang back now that the headmaster was here. He then watched as Arken spoke to Shade and shattered all the cages. Although this did not alarm Kaito. Arken knew what he was getting into and he was more than willing to bet that the guy could suppress and incapacitate Shade with just a snap of his finger. Then finally, Arken mentioned that Shade was a student. Kaito smiled. So he was right.

"This place must be crazy to let a Heartless in as a student." Rav piped up, mildly surprising Kaito. The animal doesn't really talk all that much so it was quite surprising that Rav would comment on something as minor as this.

"We keep one locked up. I don't find this surprising." The white haired male said. Rav remained silent though and Kaito looked back at Shade and Arken. The once twenty foot dragon was now just a small one, back in its original form, Kaito guessed. It was quite cute when you look at it. Kaito tipped his hat at Shade, indicating that he accepted his apology. Arken then went around, healing those that sustained major injuries from what Kaito assumed to be a fight earlier, even before Shade and that Seraphim transformed. Then, he began speaking once more, commenting on everything that they did in the field. When it was his turn, Kaito simply nodded. He may seem lazy, but he does think things through. He just prefers hanging back until someone else does it. But given the earlier situation, he had to act.

Once Arken was done, a set of stairs appeared to the academy. Uh... he'd rather not...

He felt Rav slither down and then turn into a horse. "You just know what I'm thinking eh Rav." He said with a light chuckle before mounting the shapeshifter horse. Rav then went on full speed ahead, passing Arken, and then straight to the Grand Hall. Upon reaching the said place, Rav transformed back into a snake and went on Kaito again.

The white haired male then walked to his previous position before he went down the island to check what was going on. Well this was one way to start the school year. A rampaging Heartless and an out-of-control Seraphim and first impressions just bad all around. Kaito shook his head but had a smile on his face. He was right. This was going to be interesting. He just thought being around other people with powers like him (but not demons like back in hell) was the only thing that's going to be interesting around here. Apparently not.

[Assistant]
Sera Kennithson
Location:The Grand Hall
Mentions:Meruin@TheHangedMan

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The girl who'd appeared from the blinding flash nodded at Sera, a note of acknowledgement but not an invite over. Sera accepted that, nodding in return before moving over to a somewhat more isolated corner of the hall. None of these people were Faefolk, she felt slightly uncomfortable around them. They didn't even smell the same as the Fae, although that could likely be attributed to the fact that the Fae lived in nature and tended to get incredibly dirty.

Two people who were sat in the hall ran off as they waited for the rest of the students to arrive, Sera overheard something to do with a commotion. Let them handle it if they wanted to, she wasn't here to handle what must have been some childish confrontation for people she didn't know. No, instead Sera chose to sit in her place, waiting for everyone else to join them.

[User]
Irvine was fortunate, it do not appear that the fighting would be making its way over to him. With a sigh of relief Irvine beckoned to the shadow creation with his hand and it faded back to nothing but that which the sun would cast behind him. However it still didn't seem all that safe so Irvine decided to stay clear of the centre, at least until this Arken guy showed up. Whilst in this trail of thought Irvine glanced around him, catching a glimpse of a girl leaping towards him, his eyes grew wide startled and caught off guard once again by a new arising situation. Before she would come into contact with him though she was caged away in a earthen cell and before his shocked look could translate itself into one of anger she was gone from his sight.

Irvine reached out and touched the wall of the corridor that had just erected itself in front of him. Strange, it was almost as though it had been created in the same way as what had caged the girl only a moment ago. As the words began to spell themselves out made out of dust and dirt Irvine sceptically read the message. With everything that had happened could he really trust it? Glancing around, it didn't seem he had much of a choice the path behind him was blocked and it didn't look like the path would lead to where this 'friend' of whoever was helping him was caged. Maybe this was the first creature he'd encounter that wasn't looking for a fight on this field, with a shrug Irvine slowly began to pace down the path forged ahead of him. What was that thing anyway? That leap didn't seem like one fuelled by someone looking for a fight, perhaps hunger. Once Irvine made it to the end of the corridor and the treeline he sighed once more leaning against a tree and looking back down the earthen passage, all he could do now was wait.

It wouldn't be long after the waiting had begun that the corridor disappeared. Back toward the centre of the field there appeared to be a new person, perhaps this was Arken. With little other choice Irvine began to make his way toward the centre of the field. As he passed the girl that had leapt at him, giving her a curious glance over his shoulder. It seemed now that she was fine at least, either that or she'd found some form of prey. Irvine had made it over to the centre to simply catch the end of Arken's speech, from the looks on some faces it'd appear he had been addressing the students, his main focus would also have appeared to be on those fighting. Before him now laid a staircase, leading up to the clouds, up beyond where his eyes could see at least. "This could take a while." Irvine grumbled as he glanced down to his shadow behind him. "Alright time to move." With that said his shadow enshrouded the boy again its cowl resting over his head, as Irvine began to climb the stairs. The first impressions hadn't been great but it would seem that for the most part Irvine had failed to make any. Alas, maybe it was better to set no impression than to set a bad one, but perhaps in not setting an impression that in itself was a bad impression? "Bah." Irvine grumbled to himself once more as he thoughts continued their internal conflict. Hopefully this journey would be shorter than it initially appeared.

[Assistant]
Argentina Rhosphrus & Zephroth
Argentina was suddenly content thirst wise and when she looked around her all the fighting had stopped and her earthen cage disappeared before her very eyes. She wondered how her thirst had disappeared so quickly but she knew what she was going to do when she found out what dorm room she was staying in. Argentina assumed that the person who had suddenly appeared was the headmaster of the academy and wasn't wrong. He made stairs appear from nowhere and guided the students to the academy, although Argentina did wonder weather or not the stairs were invisible or if the headmaster brought the item into existence. It made her wonder just how much power that the headmaster has.
Argentina was one of the last few going up those stairs and to the hallway and she kept one hand on her dear friend Zephroth and asked him if she had hurt anyone

Kyle Maxallion & Zerphina
Kyle watched in awe as everything that had gone to hell so quickly suddenly stopped with the appearance of the headmaster, he healed those with critical wounds and stopped someone who was a major threat. Kyle came to the realisation that the headmaster was incredibly powerful he didn't know why he was shocked by the idea, he should have expected it really but somehow he didn't.
And then a staircase appeared from nowhere leading students like himself up to the academy, this only further proved his idea of the headmaster being powerful. Was the head master even human, if not what is he. He stared at the back of Arken's head for a little while before beginning to follow the others up the stairs. There were so many questions floating around his head. Questions that would remain unanswered unless he decided to ask Arken himself. For now he decided that he would continue to follow the others up the long staircase and into the grand hall.

[User]
Zyxon

"I guess we just missed it, wonder what that was that you felt."Zyxon said curiously finally arriving at the meeting point." well judging from the power emanating from the man leading the crowd up those stairs I'd say he took care of it."says Grim looking at the crowd of students."perfect, I was getting tired of only having you to talk too." Zyxon said jokingly. Although dealing with a spirit that feeds on fear can be difficult if your caught off-gaurd.

Zyxon joined the rest of the group and decided to start a conversation with a guy wearing dark cloth who seemed more like he was avoiding the group."Hi my name is Zyxon and I can manipulate fear in people." Zyxon said deciding to leave out the powerful spirit that he he had attached to him, while still being honest in a way that he could safely prove."and your name?"

Devonis

I looked at the floating academy and thought to myself.' Master Motrin really does have strong aeromancy to have seen this far ahead'. He is old and only has a few years left.he wanted me to take over but when I declined he wasn't surprised or sad he just told me that the path I was choosing was a far different path then what I expected, though I haven't experienced any problems since I left the temple. I haven't even had to use my sword once in these past two years.but coming to this school was obviously going to change all that considering the dragon that I saw on my way here. I had no interest in getting involved so I just stayed parked on the side of the road on my motorcycle and watched.

"im going to miss you stay safe and don't talk to strangers" I said wishing I could take my motorcycle with me.i parked it in the shrubs and decided to walk up by myself, reminding myself of the social norms I had been told about by a man who took pity on my awkwardness and explained to me. He had gotten down the basics like shaking hands and smiling. But still didn't understand the concepts of many other things like popularity and idol talk. While walking to the stairs a breeze flew by and I had a vision of shade turning into dragon.'Well that explains the dragon, but isn't that one of the students?'I looked up at the small dark figure heading up the stairs.'i could never beat that guy with my power, telling the future doesn't help against something that powerful.'

[Assistant]
Fuchs was glad to see the headmaster finally arrive and stopped the fight. He was impressed by the man's powers and Fuch's understood his words when he told him about first impressions. Arken then created a set of stairs that led up to the academy and Fuch's quickly followed up the stairs.

"Magic is truly an amazing thing" he said as he followed the others. Once he was at the academy, Fuch's looked around taking in the sights.


[System]
Age: 29

Nationality: German

Base of Operations: Earth; Europe

Class: Duelist

Preferred Advanced Class: Knight

Equipment:
* Main Weapon: Ion Ostryx Battle Axe
* Secondary Weapon: Ion Throwing Knives
* Armor: Ostryx Body Armor
* Gear: Plasmic Grenade

Gene Mods:
* Adaptive Nerve Firing: Allows a soldier to react faster to attacks. Boosting the soldiers Dodge that makes enemies miss more often.
* Adaptive Bone Marrow: Allows a soldier to heal faster than normal and grants Drachen an immunity to Chryssalid Poison.

Appearance:
Drachen is a rather large man, standing at six feet four inches with a heavy build. Thick muscles that would look more at home on a Heavy unit than a Duelist. His skin is darkly tanned from being outside so much, and is littered with numerous scars from various wounds over the years. On his back are a set of draconic wing tattoos that look surprisingly real. He's strangely hairless as well despite his ancestry.

Like the rest of him he's completely bald, whether by choice or not is in his file. Thick black eyebrows rest on a rather thick ridge, making him look angry and casting a small shadow over his eyes. Said eyes are a steel gray in color and slightly sunken. Between his eyes and lower down he has a block-ish nose. His lips are average, but hold a slight natural frown that gives his overall look to be angry.

Backstory:
Drachen was born in Germany a year after the war for Earth was over. His name is kind of a give away on that along with some of a remaining accent. His younger years flew by in an unimportant blur until he joined up with the military. Schools didn't cover the Alien Invasion very well, a lot of hush hush details apparently. Here he learned a lot more on what actually happened in the war by checking records available in his off time.

During training he found that he preferred getting up close and personal instead of hiding a mile away to blow somethings head off. His size, endurance, and overall might, tended to win out over technique when it came to hand to hand. A few Veterans of the War that were still active compared him to a Muton. Although biologically his strength didn't compare to their brutish might. After learning hand to hand techniques he was moved on to learn the weaponry of a Duelist. Swords and throwing knives. Unfortunately the swords were simply too light and adding weight would make the weapon awkward and clumsy. So an axe was made with the same technology. Thankfully an axe tended to follow the same attack patterns as a sword minus drawing cuts.

Unfortunately, in his mind anyway, there weren't any Aliens around after all that training. It was basic patrols, hunts that came up empty, and more training. Well he trained on his own, going above and beyond the norm. Between orders he did everything he could to increase his strength, surpass his previous move speeds, and to hone his reflexes despite the Gene Mods active within his body. Hell the Adaptive Bone Marrow let him abuse himself to go even further beyond normal human standards.

Finally it was decades after the War and Humanity decided it was time to go Alien hunting through space. He didn't really understand the tech to traverse space, would they be in cryo like in the movies? Or did the ships just move that fast now that they could just...warp to the planets and go on the offensive? He'd find out soon enough.

[User]
Hartford Military Base
New Star, Mars Colony
1100 hrs Local Time

Hartford was always busy before, since it was the primary defense point on Mars against another Extraterrestrial incursion of Earth. There were always technicians moving between workstations, fighters patrolling the airspace above the cannon and between the two colonies and soldiers on patrol or out for their daily PT routines and training. There were constant expeditions out into the martian wilderness in search of Chrysalid nests on top of that. It had taken about five years after New Star was established to realize that the Ethereals had allowed the Chrysalids to build nests on the red planet, right after a massive swarm nearly overran the then newly built Harford Base while the defense cannon was under construction. But today, as the newest arrivals from Earth arrived in an APC from the starport on the other side of New Star, there was an air of urgency.

Word had come from high command back on Earth that preparations were being made to launch an attack on an Alien stronghold in the next solar system on a planet that the xenobiologists were calling Arthan-3. The ADVENT Initiative had been identified as the primary guard force there, but shortly before the order to prep for invasion came through, a high value transport was identified arriving at the location and Commander Jervald, the legendary mind that had orchestrated XCOM's masterful defeat of the Aliens in many early engagements, saw a valuable opportunity to remove an Ethereal from play and establish a foothold in other parts of the Galaxy.

Amongst the new arrivals were three XCOM recruits that showed promise during training, Drachen Steinboden, a Duelist who forewent the typical grace of the fighters for a more brute force approach, but none-the-less had scored high enough in his class to catch the group's eye. Marcia Devries, a rifleman who did exceptionally well in her medical training, XCOM's recruiter hoped to make her a combat medic when the time comes. And lastly, though certainly not least, the granddaughter of the legendary psi-op Stefan Weisser, Helene Weisser, who was a powerful Psi-Op herself. The three were quickly separated from the rest of the new arrivals by a large MEC trooper and directed to a separate hangar, where a young man with dual plasmic revolvers sat on a crate chewing on a piece of jerky while an older man with a plasma rifle across his back and a Gremlin floating around him as he reviewed a holographic table with the fortress layout.

However, as the three walked in, the Gremlin beeped and the older man turned to face them, a scar crossing his right eye and a robotic eye glowed green. "Ah, the new blood finally arrived. Take a seat over by your squad mate, who will introduce himself or spend the next week on KP before the operation, and then I'll get on with the mission briefing." The young man sighed mid-chew and then finished, swallowing before he gave a lazy wave, the light glinting briefly off his storm-grey eyes.

"Corporal Damian Renser, gunslinger. I round out our squad of five." The older man nodded as the others took their positions and then spoke again.

"And I'm Captain Trent Gardner, advanced infantry specialist. And I welcome you all to Ox Squad, the newest squad to be formed under XCOM's direct command alongside the UEG regulars. Now that that's done, here's the mission. As you've likely heard by now, long range recon has found a stronghold on Arthan-3 in the Utila System that was recently visited by a potential HVT. Normally the Commander would pass it up and look for a better launch point for the invasion, but he recognized the shuttle as one belonging to an Ethereal, which we don't often see this close to the Sol system after their failed invasion ended thirty years ago. So you're aware, they want you new bloods to see what the Aliens are actually capable of in person, so while normally you'd be a more reserve role, we'll be in the Vanguard of the attack and responsible for finding the HVT and eliminating or containing them. As such, we'll be in this Starskimmer Holy Mackeral, waiting for us in bay 8. Questions, concerns, complaints?"

Damian didn't speak and instead continued chewing on his jerky while he waited for his new squadmates to speak up.

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 Weisser's Combat Log, "Shipping Off"
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"My PSO(psychic support officer) insisted that I start a journal before I ship off on my first deployment off this rock. I mean, I didn't even have a diary as a little girl. Too busy listening to pap's stories instead I guess. My hands are shaking as I write this. Not sure if its nerves or excitement. Probably both. Nearly shocked Rodriguez in the shower when I heard the news. XCOM wanted me for some new initiative! Best of the best! I got a gift from home, from pap actually. Don't know how he knew, but he did. An old ballistic pistol from just before the invasion. Said it was a 'good luck charm'. Not sure if I deserve to carry it. I'll try my best. Should probably try to sleep. Gonna be a long day tomorrow. Can't wait!"

Hartford Military Base
New Star, Mars Colony
1100 hrs Local Time
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Hartford. It never stopped to amaze her or fill her with a strong sense of pride at its image painted against the harsh, red sands of Mars. New Star might be the promise of a place among the stars for Humanity, but it was Hartford that made that promise a reality. The will not only to settle new worlds, but the power to protect them from hostile invaders. Helene took uniform yet brisk steps as she followed behind the MEC, dressed in her most pristine and tailored uniform that bore the insignia of her psi-ops program on the right shoulder. Technicians and soldiers stared at them as the three passed by. Helene never once gave them a second glance. Her left hand reached for her shoulder and she gently rubbed it, fingers tracing the stitch-work of the insignia. Her other hand held the synthetic-fiber duffel bag that contained her combat gear.

Her muscles tensed up as they entered the hangar, eyes immediately focusing on the two individuals that appeared to be waiting there though her attention was redirected to the older man in the room. A soft sigh was released as he spoke with authority, glancing over to the younger man that he indicated. Helene remained standing while Corporal Renser introduced himself, hands behind her back with her right thumb pressing against the palm of her left. Once he had finished, she picked up her duffel bag and sat in the farthest seat from his setting the bag at her feat. Helene eagerly looked back at the older man, now introduced as Captain Gardner. A soldier who looked like he'd seen quite a bit of action. She sat up straight, hands smoothing out her uniform, as she continued to listen with full attention.

Helene kept still as a statue except for the slight movement at the edges of her lips that was stubbornly beyond her control. It was an honor, no, a privilege to be given such an important role in what could be a monumental offensive. This was her chance to continue the legacy of the respected Weisser name. Each member of her family dedicated their lives to serving and protecting Humanity. There was no way she could ever return home if she failed. After the captain had finished, Helene left her seat in one fluid motion and stared at him with determination "Only one, sir. When do we set off?"


[System]
Age: 23
Title: President's Daughter and Club Member
Rap sheet: 1 count of shoplifting, 2 counts of prostitution, 1 count of assault

Apperance: Long, jet black hair. Of average height, leans towards being slender. Her boobs are fake, but that ass of her's is real. Unlike in the picture, her ears are not stretched.
Personality: Tallis is a firecracker. Lively and excitable, with a temper that will burn you. She draws you in with her beauty, but keeps you there with her explosive passion about everything she does. She loves keeping up with the guys, trying to prove that she's no different than them...and that she's earned her place in the Club. More than anything, though, she loves men and she loves what they can do to her body.
History: Tallis Black lived a lavish lifestyle, that is until her mother took her away from her father at 15. Mrs. Black didn't want to lose Tallis to the Red Devils like she lost her husband and son. At 18, though, Tallis joined up with a local chapter because she found it too difficult to leave the life behind. She started to work her way up the ranks, but home was calling too loudly for her liking

Kaci Tillman
Nickname: Kase
Age: 20
Title: Civilian
Rap sheet: Clean

Apperance: Tall and slender, not very curvy. Keeps her hair perfectly curled, and never goes anywhere without makeup.
Personality: Kaci is quiet and shy, desperately trying to break out of her shell...and step out of Jeremy's shadow. Both are not easy tasks. She doesn't drink or smoke, and she'd never be caught dead in the club. She loves the Red Devils, though, and has been trying to show that she can be just like one of their Old Ladies. Loyal. A freak in bed. Street smart. Fierce. But as of now...she's none of these things.
History: Kaci lost her father when she was very young, meaning it was only her and Jeremy. She followed Jeremy everywhere, because he's the only family that she has now. Family has to stick together.

[User]
Solomon heard his phone vibrating repeatedly and wiped the grease off his hands to check. "Jesus, K," he murmured as he read the first two texts, a smile creeping on to his face. The last two texts made him stop to think before he responded. Of course, Tallis was attractive, pretty much to every man who saw her. But, Kaci was different. She wasn't cold and hardened like all of the other women he met through the club. She was delicate, kind, and quietly seductive. She didn't need to flaunt what she had for Solomon to know that he wanted it.

"If you mean your brother," he typed, "then yes. You know how he is around her. If you're referring to me, then shut the fuck up. I'm almost done here at the shop til we meet back in a few hours. Want me to swing by?" He hit 'send' and locked his phone, running a greasy hand through his hair without thinking. "Shit," he cursed when he realized what he did. He put away his tools and walked upstairs to his room. "At least with Tallis here, Tillman will be preoccupied." With that thought, he stripped and jumped into the shower.

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Jeremy decided to stay at the bike while Tallis visited Taylor's grave. Shit, he probably visited it enough for the both of them, sometimes twice in a week depending on what the club had going on. He missed Taylor more than he'd care to put into words, and everyone usually tried to stay clear of the subject with him. Another reason seeing Tallis was so painful was that she reminded him so much of Taylor. All the memories the three of them had together would flood his mind when he saw her face.

 After the "accident," Jeremy sought revenge with the club the other driver had been in. This caused a sort of street war, with a few lives lost along with a lot of business. It turned out a lot of buyers don't want their coke when it comes from a seller knee deep in enemy blood. They finally built business back up, but they were now on the cusp of another war.

His phone vibrated, and Ashley's name flashed across his screen. "I thought you weren't gonna call me, Ashley," he laughed. "Shut up, Tillman. What are you doing tonight?" He rolled his eyes at the question. "More club business, and I have a visitor from out of town. I probably won't be seeing you for a while." The girl on the other end paused for a moment. "Whatever, Tillman." She hung up on him.

Once he noticed Tallis had fell silent, he lit a cigarette and approached her and the plot. He pulled it out of his mouth and placed it on top of the tombstone to "share" with Taylor. He reached into the breast pocket of his cut and pulled out a silver flask, taking a swig and wiping his mouth with his arm. He held out the flask to Tallis as to offer her some, the same stone cold expression remaining on his face.

After a few minutes of standing in silence, Jeremy reached a hand down to help her up. "Ready?"

[Assistant]
Despite Solo's words, the feeling of unease had permanently settled in Kaci's chest. "No, I'll be coming to you. If Tallis is in town, that means Jeremy will be spending a shitton of time here." Send. "I'll be there in an hour. Kisses." Fuck. What was she going to tell Jeremy? She scrolled through her inbox searching for his name. "I'm going to be out with the girls today, so the house is yours if you wanna bring Tallis over and do...whatever. Just letting you know. Have fun and wrap up ya dick. Love you, Jerm!" It wasn't her best work, but it would have to do. As long as Tallis and Jeremy came straight here, everything would be fine.

Just fine.

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Tallis' pretty face was stained with tears, bright eyes rimmed red and swollen. Her makeup had stood the test, still flawlessly applied. She gladly took the flask and finished up its contents. Cheap whiskey. Jeremy's favorite. It took all she had not to spit it out. "Jesus Christ," she cried with a look of disgust. "Remind me to give you your present when we get back to the clubhouse. It's a bottle of 1975 Glenrothes single malt scotch. Which means we can drinking all in one sitting. It's expensive shit." She accepted his help to her feet. "For our tradition of one bottle a night, though, I got us a little more than just a bottle of cheap rum." Had they not been at the cemetery, she would have gladly given him a taste of what was waiting for him when they got home.

But respect for the dead and all.

She waited for Tillman to get back on the bike, positioning herself so that he could feel the warmth of her breath on the back of his neck. Her hands resting on his inner thighs. Why hold on when riding a bike was as natural as riding a horse or a man? Instead, she could tease him. Whispers of all the things she wanted to do to him when they got back. Her hand rubbing over the most sensitive part of his anatomy. Kisses gently placed on the back of the neck. Tallis had perfected the art of seduction while on the back of a motorcycle.

A lot had been perfected since she last saw Jeremy.

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"Jeremy isn't here, Kaci, he took Tallis to the cemetery." The rough, heavily accented voice of Patty caused Kaci to jump. "You're also not supposed to be here anyway. Tillman made that abundantly clear."

"Oh, I know. I'm not looking for my brother." Her words caused one of Patty's brows to raise. Oh, shit. Think fast, Kaci! "I'm actually just here to talk to Solo about Jeremy and Tallis, I want his input on the whole situation. Tallis had Jeremy wrapped around her little fingers...and I just want to make sure that he'll come out of this intact. Solo is the only one I can really talk to this about...wit Wiz gone and all. I mean, I just thought..." She was beginning to ramble.

"Okay, okay, okay." Patty waved his hand in her direction. "Just don't be too loud, I need some plausible deniability if Tillman asks any questions." He smacked her butt to get her going before returning back to his Playboy, all but forgetting his conversation with baby Tillman.

Kaci raced up the stairs, slipping into Solo's room without knocking. She couldn't see him, but she could hear the shower water running. "Solo, I'm here!" As she spoke she began removing clothes until all that was left was a sultry crop top and black, lace thong.

[User]
Jeremy cracked up watching Tallis take down the rest of his flask. "You remember my cheap taste, don't you?" He smiled at the mention of the scotch. It'd been a while since he had anything more expensive than a $20 bottle of whiskey. "Thanks, Tallis. We'll stop by the clubhouse to get your shit, then I'll let you unpack at my place. I have some paperwork to take care of when I get back."
Before getting on the bike, he checked his phone to see a text from Kaci. He rolled his eyes at the text. "She's staying in the guest room until further notice. Come home when you're done. Need to talk."

He started the bike and slipped on his helmet as Tallis got on the back of the bike. A part of him didn't want to bring her to his house. He had worked so hard to remove the grip she had over him, and having her staying in the most private part of his life, his home, was daunting. Snapping himself out of his thoughts, a wave of chills ran down is back as he felt her breath on his neck. "Fuck," he whispered to himself, feeling her hands and lips on him. Was this what she was going to do to him the whole time she was here? Tease him, bed him, and then leave him again for an indefinite amount of time? He grabbed her hands and wrapped them around his waist, removing them from his thighs. "What the fuck is WRONG with you," he cursed at himself mentally. "Isn't this what you've been waiting for? You're acting like a bitch." He shook his head, backed out, and sped off from the cemetery parking area.

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Solomon heard his name being called from the shower. "Coming!" He yelled as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. He opened the door to see Kaci, barely dressed, and approached her slowly. "Hey," he simply said in a quiet voice as he wrapped her arms around her and kissed her. As the kiss continued, one hand came to her neck with a thumb on her face and the rest of his fingers in her hair. His other hand began to slide down her back, until the sound of a motorcycle approached the clubhouse. Solomon broke the kiss and ran to the window. "God DAMN it," he cursed, running a finger through his here. "Tillman's here."

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Jeremy and Tallis pulled up to the clubhouse after an uneventful ride. "Solo's bike is here. Good. I have to talk to him, too." As his thought ended, he heard heels clicking in a hurried pace right towards him. "What now?" He snaps his head to the right, immediately feeling a sting on his cheek. There was Ashley, huffing and puffing, eyes switching back and forth between Tallis and him. "Is this your guest?" she said in a low, angry tone. "Ashley," he began. "Don't 'Ashley' me, Tillman. Do you really think that she's better than me? This tattooed, slutty bitch?" Jeremy rubbed his cheek and rolled his eyes. "Ashley, I fuck you. That's it." This made Ashley's anger skyrocket as she began to walk towards Tallis. "Leave him the hell alone. He deserves better than you."

[Assistant]
Oh God. She had missed Solomon's touch. His fingers in her hair as he pressed his lips to hers. The blissful moment was short-lived, though, as the roar of a motorcycle pulled Solo's attention to the window. His words made her blood run cold and her heart fall into her stomach. "This can't be happening. He'll beat the shit out of you if he catches me here." She ran her hands over her face. "Where are my clothes, Solo? I need to hide." The panic was clear in her shaking voice.

This was a nightmare.

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Ashley's anger skyrocketed as she began to walk towards Tallis. "Leave him the hell alone. He deserves better than you." Her anger only growing at Tallis' apparent amusement at the situation. Why was she smiling like a demon? It was unsettling. This bitch is crazy.

"This is who you're fucking, Tillman." Surprise was evident in her voice as Tallis pointed to Ashley. "I should have come back sooner." Her words were like daggers, meant to wound not kill.

"What is that supposed to me, bitch?!" Ashley demanded. She was shaking like a chihuahua.

"It means you are nothing compared to me. I'm a fucking dragon and you're just a whore. You wanna be his old lady, but you can't even convince him to stay faithful to your bed. You'll never be more than the girl he fucks when his nuts are full." She paused long enough to gauge Ashley's reaction. Her words were hitting their mark every time. Club members were beginning to pour out of the clubhouse, watching with arms crossed and blank expressions. "And you're right, he does deserve better than me. I won't argue with you on that one, but he also deserves better than you. He deserves an old lady that's going to rub his back after he comes home from killing a man and not think twice about it. The only thing you rub is his balls. Bitch, you don't love him like--" Her words were interrupted by a fist to the face.

"That'll shut you up, won't it bitch?" The pride was clear in Ashley's voice; she thought she had one.

Oh, how wrong she was.

Blood was filling Tallis' mouth and her vision was beginning to go red. She spat the blood towards Ashely, launching herself at her; Tillman's whore cried out as she hit the dirt, "Help!" No one would dare come to help her as Tallis pounded her fists into the poor girl's face. Ashley did all she could to protect herself, but she was at a disadvantage; Tallis was on top of her, pinning her arms down with her knees.

"Please...stop..."


[System]
Age: 16

Gender: Male

Personality: Taidana is kind of a loser. He is quite lazy, simply walking through life at a lackadaisical pace whenever possible. He is horrid at making decisions for himself, and is quite naive. His awkward charm is accentuated by his clumsiness when not focused, and his forgetfulness. He dislikes acknowledging his past mistakes, particularly those relating to romance. This is not because he is super narcissistic, but he does believe most if not all relationship issues aren't his fault. He is a tad selfish and thinks most often of himself before others. He is overall, quite childlike, and although he never tries to be mean, he does so accidentally sometimes.

Tai has a variety of interests. He plays the bass guitar very frequently, and is even in a small local band. He's decent enough, having worked at it for a year or two. Something he's much more of a savant at is fighting. Despite minimal training, he has been labeled as "best fighter in school" by most of the people who know him. This is probably due to his propensity of getting in fights to try and defend women, whether they need it or not. His favorite musical genre is western rock, punk, and alternative, even if he can't understand the words. He plays retro games on and off.

Biography: Taidana was the middle child of two rich parents. Though they did spoil him often, as with their other two children, they wanted him to have a relatively normal life. They sent him to public school. There he occasionally got into fights, and accrued a small gaggle of friends. With these friends, he formed a band to gain popularity. He even got into a relationship that sadly ended in a rough break up. Soon after, he had to leave due his father accepting a business opportunity. Once at his new school, he again joined a band, forgetting all about his previous school and girlfriend.

Strength: He's a great fighter.

Weakness: He's kind of an idiot.

Demons:
Main:* Obariyon

Reserves:* None

Weapon: Due to the suddenness of the situation, all he has on him is his bass. If he were to get home to his brother's sword collection though...

Other: In case you couldn't tell, he's heavily based on Scott Pilgrim, the titular character of the graphic novel series, and movie.

[User]
~Keiko Yamada~

Keiko watched in a mix of annoyance and displeasure as Oswald ripped through the zombies rather easily. She had to admit, the animal was good at what he did - which was kill things. Now, if she could tame the beast...he could be a very useful little tool. The thought caused her to smirk a bit. Her own, personal little guard-dog. Now, that, was an idea she could get behind. She'd have to be careful though, unless she wanted to end up one of his victims. A thought for later, anyways.

"Aaah... Children... Your savior has cleared you a path... Obey and go destroy them now... I'l watch~"

Soon though, he had cleared a path for them. Most of the demons were easily dispatched, and Keiko made her move. While the Pixie fended off the last of the demons, She reached the cellphone. With a loud stomp, she brought her foot down on it, crushing it and closing the portal in one swift motion. Well, that was much easier than she thought it was going to be. She got a little rough up in the process, but she learned her pest of a demon could heal. That would be useful.

For her, at least. She had no intention of blabbing that to the others...

Keiko made her way back over to the others, not bothering to put away her Pixie, who decided to take up a residency sitting on her shoulder for the moment. She looked at the others - they seemed to have fared well enough.

"Fighting aside, I'd like it if we could figure out a plan of action. Self introductions can come later... After we get to a place where demons won't murder us and stuff. Anyone have any ideas about where to go? I'd rather not bust into a building here, though..."

The man said. He had a point. Standing around talking like this was probably a bad idea. More demons would probably pop up, soon enough. Going into one of these unstable buildings...well, she was fairly sure that was better than standing out here, even if it meant that the building was unstable.

"My house would probably be to far from here... I don't have the keys to my dad's new shop... I dunno, do any of you guys have ideas? Oh, and does anyone have any tape?"

Tai commented, asking for some tape. Really, in a time like this? How idiotic. They had more worries other than his precious guitar for the moment. Like not getting mauled by the demons. Before she could comment, however the...creature spoke.

"Everyone else is dying, why does it matter where we go? Break into a random store, and stay inside until we can think about what to do! Poor kids out there, probably doing the same thing, the smart little tyke..."

...she couldn't believe she was agreeing with him. It would be better to get inside, rather than stay out here after all. Off the streets and into some place they could defend themselves and lay low for a bit, until they could find another plan of action. With a sigh, Keiko finally replied.

"U-uhm, thank you for clearing out those demons." She said to the psychotic man, a bit nervously. "I do think your idea is b-best..." She quietly continued, shuffling a bit uncomfortably on the spot in fake discomfort as she voiced her opinion. "Standing out in the open is obviously bad, is it not? It would be better to head indoors and then think about a further plan of action while we lay low, for a bit."

Despite her being a notorious liar and manipulator, she was being truthful in thanking him for clearing a path. She very well knew when thanks was due, even to some pleb like that beast of a human. Though, really she just wanted a place to lay low for a bit to collect her own thoughts, and gauge how much control she could potentially have over this little group of boys. Tai would be easy, probably. The other, was going to be difficult for sure, but the...creature was a complete mystery.

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Daisuke nodded at everyone's responses before sighing, his shoulders drooping down in defeat. It didn't seem like cared much for formalities and property, but given the situation it was kind of understandable. Picking up his pole, Daisuke walked over to the nearest storefront; the metal shutters seemed to have bee cracked in multiple places, so Daisuke wedged his weapon into one of them and began to push down. The thin metal that made up the shutter slowly but surely gave way, though it found itself wanting to close soon after. How irritating that was. Carefully using his pole as a support for the shutters, Daisuke began moving some of the nearby debris into the gap, prying it open even further. The pole would probably be necessary to keep the thing open, which meant he was now without a weapon.

"Alright, guess we can duck in here for a while." he said, beckoning the others as he attempted to turn on the lights. Sadly, the electricity seemed to be out, which meant that nothing was going on anytime soon. Looking around at the store a bit more, Daisuke soon found that it was an electronics store... Which, to be fair, didn't change much at all. The computer monitors that would normally be on display had found themselves shattered on the floor, and the towers had for the most part been crushed by debris. It was probably dangerous to walk down the display aisles, but on the upside there seemed to be an area for computer accessories that didn't have as much dangerous stuff lying around.

"Dang, what a shame. The stuff here actually looks pretty expensive..." he muttered as he wandered deeper into the store. If he was lucky, maybe he could find something useful... Like a solar charger or food. Or maybe another weapon. Any of those would work, really.


[System]
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Slavic Tribal Werewolf
Subject preference in order from most to least:
-Physical Education
-History
-English
-science
-Math

History: The Werewolf pack of Ebonvuk had always kept itself isolated and hidden somewhere in the forests in between Russia and Hungary. It was only recently in the last two hundred years that they had integrated with human society. Their warriors were known as ferocious and wild, wielding mighty throwing spears, but using more of their claws and fangs than real weapons. Nowadays, the pack is dying out, having spread out all over Europe to stay in secrecy. Ivo is the last known pureblood of their strain.

The Werefolk of the Ebonvuk are a bit different than your average werewolves. Townspeople, such as the women and elderly usually stay in human form all throughout their lives, while the warriors of the village will switch on command between human form and quarter shift form. It is only during the full moon that all are forced to change into complete wolf form except for the chosen few who have the most control over shifting, these are the elite.

Ivo is the spitting image of one of the most renowned warrior in their history "Dawn Star" Ivica. But that's where his real problem lies, they are too much alike. Both of them had always had great combat skills, but they had extremely poor shifting control when it came to their shifting form, only being able to stay as a human for some odd twenty minutes. The quarter shifted form includes two fluffy wolf ears, a tail, superior wolf eyes, fangs, and claws, not easily hidden in a human society. Ivo has come here to gain better control of his powers, his parents not able to train him as they don't have enough power themselves to even keep their shifted form.

Are you in need of our summer program?: Yes
Preferred elective courses: -Foreign Language
Anything extra pertinent to your attendance here?:
He loves to nap in trees?

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Yukihara felt mildly annoyed. She had looked forward to going to this school, but upon seeing the crowd here to get their room assignments her heart sank. Worried about accidentally freezing more people she had opted to sit in a corner and wait for everyone to be gone, this caused her to arrive at her room way later than most other students. She still didn't regret her choice as she witnessed a punk-looking girl zap her way past the line, glad she wasn't in it. She hadn't been bored either since there were plenty of monster species she had never seen or heard of before. Of course, there were also plenty she had heard of before, specifically one werewolf stood out, and since Yukihara was in the room the entire time she couldn't help but overhear. Eventually the crowd died out and Yukihara went to the assigned room. All in all she was satisfied with how things had gone.

With a sigh Yukihara entered the room. It wasn't a bad room, though fairly standard. No one was in the room, but there were bags, she had missed her roommate. Yukihara lay down for a bit, but after 10 minutes she had regained her excitement and could no longer bear just lying on her bed. She got up and left the room, checking for crowds she was relieved to see the hallway was mostly empty. She wandered around the building for a while looking for a nice view. In passing she noticed some silhouettes on a rooftop, but decided to pay them no mind as she continued her search.

[Assistant]
Eryn gave a smile as Ivo came over and introduced him, "A pleasure to meet you, Ivo! I hope tremendously that we can guide you forward so you can be more confident in your abilities," he said as Nero came over, holding Ivo's room and class assignments.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm guessing you're going to want to know where to go. I promise I haven't been eavesdropping for anything other than a name," he put his hands up once Eryn had taken the papers from him and turned to go back towards the teachers' hall.
"Here you go," Eryn handed the papers to Ivo once he had written some information on the back of the class assignments, "That's my room number in the school building," he pointed to it, "My email and my cell phone number in case you need to contact me at any point. I know a thing or two that could help you when you're struggling with something," he smirked, "I don't want to give any promises about what you and Mr. Hanamaru discussed, but I don't think our beloved headmistress is going to deny you something that is positive for you. That being said, you could probably discuss this with your roommate. He is a unicorn, and he was walking around in human form. He might be able to give you a pointer or two," he said, pointing to his roommate's name, "Why don't you head to the dorm's and go say hello? I think it might help calm your nerves once your in your own space," he smiled at the teen.

Said roommate was currently unpacking his things in the room, having slid away after the bell tolled, figuring he'd get his class assignments later that night. With their room assignments there was a code to a P.O. box for their personal use in the lobby. He'd check it that night for the class list. He looked at his roommate's name and wondered lazily who that was- he'd had his headphones in so he'd overheard absolutely nothing dealing with the wolf. He shrugged, glancing towards the door, idly wondering if he should remove his headphones so he could hear whenever he came in. Suddenly popping a horn from getting a jump scare wouldn't be a good first impression after all.

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When Nero entered the main lobby area, Nuka had come back out of her room and was sitting in the lobby with the window open as she had a lit cigarette in her mouth as she flipped through the channels on the tv. Nero raised a brow as she had pulled a chair up behind the couch and had her legs up on the back of the couch, "You realize the couch reclines, yes?"
"So?"
Nero shrugged and continued towards his room. She was exceptionally stubborn when she wanted to be, and he'd learned it was pointless to even try to see reason with her in those particular moods. Not that she was actually in one now. She had only decided after lighting the cigarette to watch tv but knew Katerina got angry if she moved the ash tray from the place by the window and so this made it slightly easier to reach that while still being able to see the tv.

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Ivo couldn't keep a mirroring smile of his own from slipping over his face, it seemed Eryn definitely had a talent of socializing and helping others. He was hoping that the teachers would be able to help him with his abilities, but was a wee bit embarrassed if he had to have anything about his own feelings. Even Ivo had the dignity of his people when it came to that kind of stuff. The werewolf gave another bow to the counselor and was about to say something else when some other teacher showed up his with room and class assignments.

It was good to have the actual papers in his hands, these were the first things that Ivo had received from the academy, giving him an excitement rush of what this school year would bring. It would be quite a while since he left these walls, especially since he was staying the breaks such as winter and summer as well to work on his transformations. Ivo knew he would miss his parents a little bit, but they were finally going to get to experience human society and if they were happy, so was he.

It was good to get the extra info from the counselor, Ivo probably would be too embarrassed to have to go looking for that kind of information by himself. It was very nice that he hadn't had to go through that huge crowd to get the papers themselves, the Were wasn't used to so many living creatures at once, after all. Since Ryoshi had never formally introduced himself, it was nice to know his name was Mr. Hanamaru, Ivo would do his best to remember it.

So his roommate was a... unicorn?! Ivo had thought they were just some kind of child fairy tale! The Were listened with his jaw dropped open, it would be really amazing to meet this person! Ivo gave a quick nod to the teacher and said his farewells, before heading for the dorm building to look up his room number. The boy started climbing the stairs two at a time, being a werewolf had its advantages after all. After a long time, he found the room, having been already bad with directions.

The boy took a deep breath and tried to put his key into the lock, before finding out the door was unlocked. He opened it to see a platinum blonde, actually his hair was probably pure white, unpacking. The boy seemed to be a little younger than him, but his maturity level was probably quite a bit higher than Ivo's. He came into the room, his own white hair not covered by a hat anymore and smiled, "Hi there! I'm your new roommate Ivo Ebonvuk. Is it true you're a unicorn?!"

[Assistant]
- Emily 'Jolt' -
Carrot@SanaChan

At the mention of Glasgow Emily halts her precarious walk along the railing, looking over at Elidh and raising an eyebrow. "Are we really counting Glasgow here? What even IS there in Glasgow? I have been pretty much literally all over the world, so believe me, there is almost nowhere as boring as Glasgow." Of course, Emily herself had never been to Glasgow, but she didn't feel the need to mention that, safe in the knowledge that Elidh hadn't either. Or at least not really, as being in the car didn't count. Emily cast another appraising glance across the school yard, critically examining the ancient gargoyles and faded brickwork. It wasn't quite her style, although she supposed it definitely looked a dark fantasy sort of fancy. With a shrug Emily turned back to Elidh. "Not sure what the Greeks have to do with it, but to me it just looks like whoever built this was overly fond of pillars, and not so fond of colours. Or sunlight, for that matter."

As she was addressed by the newcomer, Emily's face immediately returned to that slightly smug smirk that appeared to be her default. "Ew. Did you really just say 'btw' out loud? What are you even doing here?" With an exaggerated look of disgust and roll of the eyeballs Emily waved off the new girl, who had managed to pretty much immediately annoy Emily. "Sides, you're here the same as us, and you picked the lock, so it ain't my fault." Her previously exaggerated expression instantly shifted into an equally unlikely expression of innocence. "Suppose that makes all of us up here 'delinquents' doesn't it, huh?" Looking over the short girl, Emily sized her up, and decided as she usually did that she had nothing to fear from the brown-haired kid. "What are you even doing up here? You follow us up just to tell us we're delinquents, or you just a big fan of stairs?"

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He had just turned his back to the door when Ivo came in. He luckily felt the slight change in the air and pulled his headphones out. He turned to face his new roommate as he introduced himself and followed up with the question, "I am," Henri said simply, though he figured he ought not be rude and end the conversation, "I'm Henri Altus. I would show you, but it'd be a little awkward with the small space," he said, looking around the room, "But I can do this," he said, looking up at his forehead as his horn appeared for Ivo to see, "I take it I'm the first unicorn you've had the opportunity of seeing based off your reaction?" it sounded like a statement, but he was asking a question. He wasn't trying to criticize Ivo, he was just making friendly conversation, though his version of friendly often didn't get interpreted that way.

Carrot@thewizardguy
"Tiona Gryphus," She smiled at Eilidh before giving Emily a bored look at her snide remarks, "OMG, did you just say ew? What are you, a "mean girl"?" she scoffed, "I didn't have to repick the lock after you did, genius, it doesn't automatically lock back, duh," she put her hands on her hips, "I bet you think you're some real hot shot because you aggravated the boss on the first day, but you ain't squat compared to what I've seen, toots, so why don't you roll that attitude on back a few notches before you make yourself look real smart," she laughed lightly finding her attitude kind of comical, ""Sides" there's nothing interesting around here yet so I figured what stupid thing you were doing next and lucky me, you're not completely useless. This is a perfect launching point for a little spin," she looked at her nails, making a flying motion with her other hand.

[Assistant] And then for the almost 20th time that day, Ivo was amazed. Now, the boy had always read those weird fairy tales where witches use weird magical ingredients like mist and the like. There was also harry potter that talked about using Unicorn Hair to make the base of the wand. But still, Ivo had never thought that unicorns existed! His eyes widened and started to shine as he shouted, "That is totally wicked awesome!" Which would probably rally some complaints from the neighbors next door. While the halls were rather rowdy since everyone was just unpacking, no one could really hear conversations over the normal chatter. And then a shout like that would come out. It was pretty obvious some newbie student had shouted. "All I've got are these..." He pointed to his ears and tail, still feeling self-conscious and blushing a little.