[System]
Age: 36

Race: Caucasian

Sex: M

Skills: Medicine and Botany/Hydroponics. Formally educated in The Institute so has a wide breadth of knowledge for various Bioscience topics (chemistry, genetics etc.)

Personality: Generally reserved and not too keen on getting close to people. Mostly because he's afraid they'll discover his past and associations. He is generally friendly and polite however, and usually very willing to help. Like many in The Institute he's very analytical and also maladjusted when it comes to wasteland living.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Has a well-worn hazmat suit that he uses to traverse the wasteland. Normally however, he can usually be found wearing a Vault-Tec doctor's lab coat taken from Vault 88. He also wears a pair of eyeglasses, which he is virtually blind without.

For self defense, he carries around an Institute laser pistol, which he claims he scavenged off a destroyed synth, but was in fact his own personal firearm while he lived in The Institute. Which he never needed to use until recently.

(Previous) Occupation(s): Institute Bioscientist

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): The Institute. Occasionally, he still sends and receives coded radio messages to friends, family, and colleagues in Vault 88. But only rarely, given the considerable risk involved for both parties.

Backstory: Arthur was born and raised in The Institute and like most there, never saw the surface, having spent his whole life within its sealed environment. As a child, he was raised on the notion that the surface was a horrifying place: a nightmare realm full of mutated monsters and savage raiders. An idea which stuck with him well into adulthood.

After receiving his doctorate, he entered The Institute's Bioscience division where he served as a medical assistant for some time before jumping from project to project in various research roles. Eventually however, he was pulled into a top secret classified project within Bioscience after having been highly recommended by his superiors. He started work in the FEV Lab immediately.

Arthur was a part of the FEV Program for years, working very closely with his good friend and colleague Dr. Brian Virgil, and for years he experimented on wasteland test subjects. Injecting them with the modified variants of the Forced Evolutionary Virus and analyzing the results. Subjects that successfully transformed would typically be tagged and released back out into the wasteland. Those that did not, were terminated on the spot.

For years, Arthur never questioned his work. Many of the test subjects that were brought in were raiders, mercenaries, brutes, junkies, and savages. People who behaved as less than animals. All of these served to confirm his beliefs that the surface was a brutal, monstrous place. Experimenting on them for the betterment of science and even releasing them back to the surface, therefore, made perfect sense. After all, monsters belong where monsters live.

Every so often however, an individual would be brought in which didn't meet this profile. They were scared, no petrified even, of him. And they certainly didn't look like brutish savages. But they too would be used and then disposed. He initially justified this with his belief that even if rare exceptions occurred, the surface was still a terrible place where the weak would eventually be killed, tortured, or eaten. If anything, turning them would help them to survive in the brutal animalistic world they had to live in. And once they were turned, there was no going back anyway. And monsters belong where monsters live.

As the frequency of these 'exceptions' continued without noticeable change however, his doubts soon began to gnaw at him. They grew constantly, until it became an ulcer in his life. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and confided in his colleague, Dr. Virgil, that he was having doubts about the program and his role in it. Far from giving him the solace and reassurance he wanted however, Virgil told him that his feelings were the same and that he felt the project was both useless and deeply wrong. Together, they penned a formal letter of protest to The Director and requested the project be shut down, but it was summarily rejected.

Unsure of what to do next, and unwilling to continue their work, Virgil proposed a radical idea to Arthur. Sabotage. He made his intentions known that he planned to destroy the lab and escape The Institute if he had to, and he asked his friend to join him, knowing full well it might mean both of their deaths, but convinced that it had to be done. Arthur was shocked and terrified of the idea of leaving The Institute to live up top. Despite his misgivings about the project, he was still mortally fearful of anything above ground, and nightmares he'd had as a child about horrible things crawling around in the world above him crept back into his memory.

Arthur asked Virgil to give him a night to think about it, and they both agreed to discuss it the next morning. As Arthur lay awake in his bed however, his fear grew. Fear of being exiled and fear of what awaited him on the surface. His cowardice got the better of him, and he broke down. In the middle of the night, he reported Virgil to the SRB.

While Arthur waited in his apartment quietly, Coursers stormed Virgil's residence. They did not find him there. A second group had moved to secure the FEV Lab, and there Dr. Virgil was found, alone, at the lab. Arthur never fully learned what transpired there that night. But from what he understood, Virgil had been up making preparations for their departure, in anticipation of his friend agreeing to join him. The lab had apparently been completely destroyed and rendered useless in the scuffle. He never saw Dr. Virgil again.

Guilt ridden at what he'd done. Both to his friend and in his work on the FEV project, Arthur requested medical leave from The Directorate, which he was granted under the circumstances. The ensuing days became a blur for him. And when The Institute was destroyed by an act of an outsider, The Director's own father it seemed, Arthur made little protest or show of grief. Unlike most of his colleagues, he understood the reasons why this had happened.

When The Institute relocated to Vault 88, alive but resource strapped, and began the process of rebuilding. Arthur stayed for only a short while, before gathering what material possessions he owned, saying his goodbyes, and leaving. He journeyed out into the wasteland, fully expecting to die. But he knew he had to do it. After all, monsters belong where monsters live.

By some twist of fate though, he did not die. Instead he began roving from settlement to settlement and plying his services as a wandering physician, only asking for food, water, or a bed in return. In more than one instance, he had rather close encounters with the mutated monsters he'd helped to unleash. His own terrible creations. And in a few horrifying moments, he thought he recognized some of them.

Now Arthur's wanderings have led him north to Salem. The quiet ruins of the seaside town has attracted his attention and hope that perhaps he can find a measure of peace here. Although he rather doubts it.

[User]
Rick Noel - Salem - Mid-Afternoon

"That wasn't Latin, Rick", Mary replied amusedly, "I've heard missionaries from the "Abbey of the Road" saying their prayers in Latin, and that sounded nothing like those two." she then added, "They are probably Tribals speaking some made up language."

*Some surface dwellers developed their own language? I find it hard to believe, they aren't that sophisticated, plus I dont remember seeing any reports of there being such a case. Then again there was much that their reports missed...like the intentions of the devil that destroyed the institute.* He looked at mary and shrugged his shoulder's, "That could be so."

He drank the last of his milk, and he felt stuffed. "Like I had said earlier, I don't really know much latin just a tad but, and mostly of scientific terms. Some of the scient... some of the people I know, knew a bit for their resea...studies. You know wanting to understand the old world and make sure its secrets werent fully lost."

"Are you just visiting Salem", Mary asked, "or are you planning to stay? If you like, you can stay here for a few days...it's the least I can do for helping me with those robots."

"That'll be lovely, I thank you. Wasn't sure if the was a guesthouse or Inn in town for me to stay at." Rick replied, however as soon as he said that he could feel his stomach turn in all directions. It felt as if someone had punched him in the gut with their fool might. Rick maintained his composure in front of Mary. He had been warned prior to leaving, not to eat food. Of course he didn't listen.

Rick stood up excusing himself from table, "SInce I'm...Since I'm going to be staying here...perhaps I should check out the town." Rick left her house for a bit, and felt the strength leaving his body as it fought the food he had just eaten. He walked up the road past a church and some houses, he was by some cliffs, he looked around to make sure no one was around. He leaned over the edge and puked his guts out, and it seemed he was never going to stop.

After a bit he sat on the ground from exhaustion. He felt he couldn't puke anymore. he looked over to his side and saw an older man looking at him, "Son, you need a doctor. GEt on over to the church, doctor is there. I'd take you myself, but I don't want barf on me."

Rick nodded and he gather what strength he had and made his way over to the church. He clutched his stomach with one hand, and wiped sweat with another. he threw up again, next to the church. He wasn't sure how he was puking so much, his stomach was almost empty now, and gastric acid was making its way out.

He walked up to the church and there was a woman wielding some scissors there, "Please get me the doctor...I need him quick..." He saw a bin by the door, and threw up again, feeling the burning gastric acid.

[Assistant]
Eliza Weaver
 S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - early to mid afternoon

 Eliza grabbed one of the bottles of water that Shelby had brought over. She was parched and could feel a slight headache coming on, on top of all of her other aches and pains. Dehydration was something she did not want to deal with right now when she had finally been given a chance to rest without fear. "In all honesty Shelby I came to this town to die. I have a lifetime of pain and suffering behind me, people I've lost or left behind. I can't live with that anymore, and I can't escape it in a world filled with it." Eliza was interrupted by the sounds of gunfire, instinct told her to spring onto her feet but her injuries stopped her dead in her tracks. Her body had become tense from the gunshots, and she quickly realized that she didn't have Bragg's gun with her.

 "Fuck! Where did I leave his gun!?" Eliza couldn't move but she was getting anxious in her seat with sweat running down her brow and slicking her palms. She was convinced that whatever trouble was happening outside of town was related to her. Even though Bragg had died she wasn't comfortable with the idea that he was the last person from her past that she would run into. In this life she had more enemies than friends, but she realized that she needed to keep her friends close to her if she wanted to push through this. Thoughts on the past and her friends brought her to her collection of dog tags, miraculously they didn't get lost in the shuffle but Eliza momentarily forgot about them. Between them and Shelby they were the only memories of her past that she wanted to keep close to her. Eliza fanned through each dog tag, putting a face to each name. These people dedicated their lives to her, and here she was the last one left. It hung heavy on her shoulders but she couldn't shrug the weight, this was her burden to bare.

 Fanning the dog tags helped to calm herself down causing her to realize that she may have struck Shelby a bit too sharply with the doom and gloom speech. She wasn't lying, there were more times than she could count that she contemplated ending it all but she could never go through with it. Eliza attributed it to her being weak, but now she realized that she was too proud. That's why she fought Bragg and struggled against her death, she wasn't willing to die like that. Her Riders wouldn't want to see her go out like that. She couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions when she thought about them, she missed those days so much. It was the closest she had ever come to having a family, but she still had a chance. Her brothers and sisters made sure of that. "Shelby I'm sorry. I should be thankful for what I have left, not what I have lost. It means everything to me that you're back in my life."


[System]
Age/Gender: 27, female.

Nationality: British.

Appearance: Taylor is five foot six inches, but she has a stocky, muscular build. Her face is round-ish and smooth. Her skin is lightly tanned, hair is dark brown and eyes are light blue. Taylor's eyes are fairly large and set moderately apart and have long black eyelashes. Taylor's nose is fairly pointed and medium sized and her lips are medium and Taylor's mouth is small. Her expression is usually one of seriousness when doing her job, but she often has a mischievous or cheerful look about her when in a more casual situation. Her clothes include the ordinary camouflage military garb, but also including black gloves and boots. Overall she has a sturdy body and a feminine face with softer features.

Rank: Private (Specifically guardsman.)

Preferred Role: Bodyguard is her most preferred, but sniper, offensive infiltrator, or frontline trooper work for her as well.

Brief Background: Taylor originally grew up in London but her family moved to Leeds when she was 20 years old. There she learned of the threats to the allied nations. Although throughout her life she wasn't necessarily an unusually violent person, Taylor did have a knack for hand-to-hand combat and wasn't afraid to get into a fight if she felt threatened. And in high school she practiced martial arts. Used to strict discipline and tests, she was fully willing to take on the responsibility of joining the military forces in hopes of helping to defend the allied nations from the cruel threats of terrorist organizations. She joined the marines at the age of 21, and spent a large amount of time training in firearms, stealth, survival, cooperation and teamwork, and more. Now at the age of 27, Taylor is embarking on her way to the area where she and her comrades will be informed on their new orders. She's still relatively low rank (private, aka Guardsman) as shes been in only a few missions, but from her extra training (phases 1 & 2) Taylor is hardly an incapable soldier as she is skilled in a variety of different combat styles.

Notes: Despite being in a war, when not currently in or about to be in a mission, Taylor has a playful and mischievous side to her personality that normally doesn't show. She is a strong, brave, and loyal soldier on the outside. But on the inside, Taylor is paranoid of failure. Not just herself, but the thought of letting down her comrades and putting them in worse danger. Because of this Taylor has problems with Insomnia just before missions sometimes.

This is my first character sheet on this site. I hope it suffices. I wasn't intending it to be this long, but I didn't want to leave anything out.

[User]
19:01,
October 20th,
U.S.S. Washington,
Unknown Location in the Pacific.

The helo touched down on deck and Sgt. Adam Delgado hopped out. He heard the whine of the engine behind him as the rotor slowed, and gave a quick wave to the pilot as he walked across the deck. A crewman walked up to meet him.

"Sergeant? Follow me to the briefing room. The others, as well as the reps from Command, are en route"

They walked in silence all the way up to the designated room.

"Take a seat. Shouldn't take long"

[Assistant]
19:05,
October 20th,
U.S.S. Washington,
Unknown Location in the Pacific.

Gwen was already on the ship. She had confused a time in the information she received about being accepted and arrived around 2 hours ago. Nonetheless, she walked into the designated room, shown to her earlier by a crew member on deck, and sat down. Gwen looked rather formal for this event, wearing a dress and a jacket to match... although her grenade launcher was slung over her back. She noticed another man in the room, and tried making conversation with him.

"... I'm guessing you were accepted too?"

Gwen didn't want to sound rude, but the sound of silence was a bit unsettling to her.

[User]
The MH-60 touched down on the deck of the USS George Washington, a Nimitz class aircraft carrier. There were several people who flew in on the Sikorsky built helicopter, but none of them spoke to one another. The mood aboard the helicopter may have been deemed solemn, but as most warriors know, it is too loud to hear anyone on an H-60 model helicopter anyway.

Former Sergeant First Class Tyus Morse, stepped off the Knighthawk helicopter and followed the others into the small hatchway creating a door in the Island superstructure on the starboard side of the ship. He followed the others as he headed down to what appeared to be a briefing room. He then took a seat at the rear of the room and sat silently waiting to see what happened next.

As Operator Morse walked along his route, on his heels was a Polish Airborne soldier known as Sierżant Romek Czerepusko. The younger Pole was several inches shorter than the American Delta Operator. He had never been aboard a US Aircraft Carrier, let alone any naval warship of any nation and was amazed at the enormity of what could best be described as a floating city.

When they arrived in the briefing room, Ron, as his friends called him, took a seat on the opposite side of the room as the African American took and three rows up from the back. He also remained silent in his seat waiting to see what happened next. There were only four people in the room now, with others following him from the newly arrived Helicopter.

[Assistant]
Chief Warrant Officer Merlin Bastion looked operator-esque, not formal, not even like he was trying to make an effort, his long, black curly hair poking a little out from the back of his beanie, his blackbeard at full drive, to Hell's Angels extent with a simple ponytail knotted in at the chin, wearing a blue thermal shirt and a pair of MTP-fatigued trousers. And being on the carrier already, sent ahead of the Captain, he had acclimatised to the excess that was an American aircraft carrier, the USS Washington no less. Everyone kept ranting an raving, and he'd been on one before, it was too fucking much. He would rather prefer a smaller ship, a smaller place, more basic. That way, you could actually smuggle a box with a couple of bottles of cider in, the decent tipple. This place was too locked up, in it's own ass, he thought to himself.

He headed down into the bowels of the ship, past the armouries he'd been sitting in for the last three hours, adjusting his weaponry, past the enormous aircraft storage and barrack areas, and past at least a few dozen people already, all shaven, all formal. Then there was him. He knew he didn't fit the usual remit of a soldier, but nobody would dare question him when details were presented, not when the record and track details of who Chief Warrant Officer Merlin "Wizard" Bastion was shown. He headed through another corridor, close to the briefing room, the noise of footsteps behind.

Walking past, Ed bumped into the large Warrant Officer, Merlin looking down from his stout frame, through the narrow corridor. Ed was not as tall as Merlin, and wearing a Auscam shirt and trousers, a boonie hat slung around in his hand, he seemed rather different. Slim, and young, he was newer to this, clearly.
"Shit, you're Merlin Bastion, right?" Ed asked, as Merlin chuckled in a brushing-off tone, Ed sounding confident and keen, already aware of who Merlin precisely was.
"Nah, we get confused a lot. Sorry mate." Merlin said, as he was about to walk away, not really rating the Kiwi he had just spoken to, as Ed ran ahead.
"No, it's definitely you! I've been told you're 2IC of the team, we're meeting in five minutes! Couldn't mistake you, could I?" Ed was keen, too much so, filled with the energy that came with being put into Echo, with the big leagues. The stories he had heard about Merlin were enough to really keep him interested, though Merlin seemed to not care.
"Mate, I've heard the stories, you're a fucking legend in the SOF circles, and-"
"Close to ventilating your eye socket. Calm your shit." Merlin sighed to the Kiwi's keenness, as he turned back to the New Zealander.

"We are meeting in five. You seem like you're gonna be fresh meat, so don't get fucking fried on the fire too fast. What's your name, lad?" Merlin asked, as Ed stopped, taking in the stature of Merlin. They weren't joking, the man stood at least six inches taller, but it was the sheer frame on him, he looked like he could pick up a Minimi and handle it like a rifle, probably terrifying it enough first.
"Cpl Edward Thatcher....they call me Wraith in my old team." He keenly said, still a little enthusiastic at it all.
"Well, you appear to be anything but fucking one, because it's difficult to bump into someone like me." Merlin chuckled slightly and yet sounded terrifying in his tone of voice, his normal sound carrying through the corridor with ease. The Devonian was barely even caring at this point, knowing he was scaring the everloving shit from the younger soldier, sighing, his West Country drawl coming through clean as day. If this was a different era, he'd be a pirate, no question or doubt about that, he already sounded half like one.

Turning back, Merlin kept walking, Ed following behind, as they headed towards the briefing room. Ed seemed to calm himself, as Merlin looked back, feeling a little bad for what he did. Poor lad, he didn't really deserve that. Merlin was like that, he could be a little wrathful at times, well, he could just blur out and not really care at times, he didn't really have a respect for what Ed seemed like he could be at times. He had to at least keep the conversation going.
"I'd suppose you ended up here for good reason then. Haven't really seen Kiwis deployed much."
"Couple tours in Afghan, nothing like you though. I heard that story about that IS executioner, did you seriously decapitate him or-"
"I don't know really, I mean, I think that was the second one that week. I mean, I can't really tell you the truth, or I'd end up in some fucking court somewhere. Let's keep it at rumors, yeah?" Merlin said, knowing that well, a few good people he trusted knew exactly what the last trip to Syria had looked like. Bloody, bloody mess. Though that said, there was a hardened terrorist cell that didn't want the bearded Brit to come and back and hang them in bits on wooden crosses again. Things like that, Merlin didn't enjoy telling people.

Entering the briefing room, they took a seat near the front, Merlin nodding to the Sergeant, as he leaned back in his chair. He turned and saw a woman in a dress of all things, an African-American, and a Pole. He gently locked eyes with each person, his dulled brown eyes firm, and they seemed to take in the mind of every pair of eyes that they saw, weighing them up, evaluating them, processing them analytically, in how they outwardly projected, and seemed to already be. Merlin liked doing that, just knowing what he had on side.

[User]
Hadn't he already been deployed in various parts around the Euqator before being transferred to Task Force Zero, Erik would have thought he'd end up like a dry raisin under that Pacific sun that burned hotter than the cheese and sauce of a pizza just taken out of the oven. But he wasn't melting, thank God. Or thank the top brass who had sent him all over the place to...do stuff.

Erik had been sitting on top of the flight deck, staring out onto the vaste ocean through his aviator-sunglasses when the lovely hum of the aircraft carrier's engine was cut off by helicopters landing just behind him. "...I guess the briefing starts soon then...Oh well, it wasn't like I was doing anything important."

Walking across the flight deck, he quietly followed the newcomers down into the dephts of the Beast itself. "It's a four 5-bladed propellor, driven by two nuclear reactors. You owe me a beer." He said casually to a guy passing him, who turned after Erik with a look of surprise on his face. -"How the fuck did you guess that?"

"Didn't guess. I listened. I prefer dark beer, remember that."

The briefing room was starting to get crowded when Erik entered, only a few who Erik had met. "Hey, my name's Erik. I'm an alcoholic."

[Assistant]
Sebastian "Wolfman" Dabrowski was already in the briefing room with all the others. He decide to be up close and personal. He never chose to not be not within hearing. If he didn't understand he'd pipe up, much to the chagrin of his seniors. He didn't care it was all for the sake of staying alive anyways.

There he watched a few other soldiers having beaten the labyrinth.

Turning his attention back in front of him he smirked silently thinking "I too, am an alcoholic."


[System]
Age: 25.

Gender: Female.

Equipment: Old, but, thick winter coat two sizes too big for her. 4" utility knife with some rust. A couple pieces of frozen, cured fish and a can of beans, what kind of fish she doesn't know. Lastly, her old pair of ice skates.

Skills: Sneaking, getting into small spaces, scavenging, rather good night vision, great spatial awareness,

Personality: Makaria is best described as being fairly skittish around people she doesn't know though it does fade the longer she it around them. She is very much a realist when it comes to other people having very little trust to begin with but eventually warming up as her confidence in them does. Though she hates to admit it she is easily frightened but her small size and speed make it more of a boon when danger comes knocking. Its an instinct that bothers her because where she would like to help others out she can't exactly carry or support them which has been a big blow to her self confidence. However, she gets very feisty if cornered or being restrained which usually ends up with her being stuck and frustrated though she has and will break out if given a seconds chance using any means necessary. She is quiet and can go unnoticed most of the time if she doesn't pipe up which can be a gift and a curse depending on her though when in trouble she can get loud quickly which is the only real time she gets particularly vocal.

Pre-Ice Age- Makaria never had much of an impact on her life until right before the new ice age hit. Her wealthy parents had been more than a little protective and controlling when it came to her because she was their only child and they thought she was too fragile to be left to her own devices especially given her habit of getting to places she shouldn't and hiding around. She was born and raised in Finland but she ended up moving around quite a bit once her parents found out she was an extremely good at ice skating. It was the only thing she really ended up knowing how to do after that because there was no way she wasn't going be put in the spotlight by her mother in particular who enjoyed the limelight more than she did. To be fair she would admit that she was never left wanting for much except for some freedom and time alone because she started to despise going out and doing her performances. She eventually disappeared from the public eye having fought her parents over it vehemently until they gave in that she wanted none of it anymore.

Post-Ice Age- Makaria ended up alone quickly after the snow and ice fell being more vulnerable several other survivors or groups didn't think someone like her would last long never knowing just how wrong they were. She had been mostly alone in the family home and had managed to stay there for awhile eventually having to leave and taking what she could. Sure she was small and weak but stupid she is not making use of her own skills to keep alive and keeping moving while staying out of sight if possible. It was a wise thought because if people were going to turn selfish and violent now would be the time and she has been witness to some horrible things that she managed to avoid herself. It was the group that found her however and not the other way around because finding what looked like a single person camp next to a dug out tunnel into a solid snow bank. She hadn't dug the tunnel herself but it was plenty big enough for her to stay out of the wind and keep from freezing while making the fire had been tricky but it let her eat.

Makaria had been less than pleased being woken up by someone moving around outside her makeshift shelter and had at first refused to come out not willing to trust them so easily. It took some prompting but eventually coaxing her out once they had managed to get in through that they weren't hostile or going to mess with her, a rather big fear of hers. She might not have seemed like much at first but showed the skills that kept her alive and fed which would become invaluable when trying to get into old buildings or looking for supplies. She has since sort of warmed up to the others but still keeps her distance a bit while pulling what weight she can to keep herself and the others alive in the cold.

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The brisk, wild wind rattle the cable - like rope. It was sturdy, and crossing ravines was something they had done many times before, but this, this was different. Spears of ice rose up like arrows, piercing the dull, grey sky, intimidating the group, and at the bottom of the ravine, death awaited them, ready to take them from what was left of the world. The first to go across was a tall, slender man, trembling with fear. His skin went pale, and the hair on his back rose, giving him a prickling sensation. His hands trembled as he grasped the rope, and let his body dangle over the ravine. Inch by inch he made his way across the rope. His hands trembled, a little to much, and he lost his grip, falling into the dark abyss with a scream.

He was up next. As leader of the group, he showed boldness, and strength, but under the tough shell, was a spark of fear, that he wouldn't let evolve into a surge of it. He was more experienced, and went on hands and knees, almost inchworming across. The end of the gorge was close, but to him, it was farther. Almost. A little fartner. He was relieved when he felt the cold of the snow and ice shroud his hands. He scurried to the snow, and scrambled up, wiping the powdery substance of his clothes. He looked across at the others, who were now making their way across.

[Assistant] Kito watched the first man fall into the abyss, it was clear he had lacked strength required to live another day; but then again, food was becoming more and more scarce, which typically meant some people went hungry and lost strength in the process. His eyes flickered to the leader of the expedition, he had made it across. Good, at least he still had strength to lead. Kito looked back at the others, some of them had visible signs of hunger, they wouldn't make it across the ravine. Turning his head back to the cable, he stepped forward, grabbing it. He carefully inched himself over the ravine until the ground was no longer there, using his strength, he managed to swing his legs and cross them around the top of the cable. He pulled himself along the line, hand over hand, just as he used to do during his training. He did his best to ignore the brisk wind that howled as he crossed, threatening to blow him down into the abyss with the man before him. When he made it to the other side, he stood and brushed the snow off him, taking a few steps off to the side afterwards. He turned to look at the others, "Some haven't eaten for days, don't expect those people to make it." he said. He turned from the ravine and began searching the immediate area for any sort of tracks, an indication that food would be nearby. He spotted a set a few feet from himself and moved closer, crouching down to examine them. Hmm. Hoofprints. Obviously not horses. Goat maybe? Might be a ram. Regardless, these look a few days old, they're likely not around here anymore. It'd be nice if it was, but it seems unlikely. he thought to himself.


[System]
Age: 14 (01/11/13)

Grade: Freshman

Bio: Lucas Ross is an orphan living with Foster parents Theo and Amaretta Jackson. His birth parents had left him at the doorstep of a local firehouse and eventually he found himself shuffling about the system. He wasn't a bad kid, on the contrary he was a very quiet and meek boy, which is why he found himself being exploited by the man he'd been living with when his powers emerged. That had been a tough year, and in the end his guardian had abandoned him once he'd gotten everything he wanted. Social services never knew the details of his time with that man, and Lucas had been too afraid to talk about it. Theo and Amaretta had been a Godsend. The two of them were older, if not quite elderly, and had years of experience with stubborn youths. They've only spent a summer with him, but Lucas was beginning to open up to them, whether he likes it or not!

Appearance: Lucas is a thin boy, Caucasian, raven haired with deep blue eyes that are half hidden behind a pair of large round glasses. His skin is often pale nfrom lack of regular sunlight exposure. A sedentary lifestyle has left him physically average, though his legs are fit due to his daily walks to and from school. He prefers denim shorts or pants, sneakers, and pullover hoodies that have varying lengths of sleeves depending on the weather. He is literally never seen without an odd old smart watch that appears heavily modified.

Personality: The boy is a loner that prefers to sit quietly and people watch. His standoffish behavior and blunt analyses of observations can sometimes be misread as rudeness. Because there are so few people he actually cares for, he is viciously protective of them. The trauma of his past has instilled a fear in Lucas that makes him reluctant to utilize his gift, and he often finds his own traitorous mind calling himself a Freak.

Gift: Technoturge: Like the Thaumaturgists of old who performed miracles with "magic" a Technoturge can perform near-miracles with almost any form of technology. With this gift any broken tech can be repaired with time and the right materials, no matter how severe the damage. Coding and programming languages come easily. The downside is that Technoturges tend to have less understanding of the chaotic nuances of the human condition, making it difficult to socialize.

[User] Celine understood the signal and instantly covered her ears, even though they were shielded by the headphones. She watched as she disappeared through the opening and followed suit. They had to move quickly- while most of the agents were distracted, Celine was sure that the loud bang would have drawn some of their attention. She glanced around, looking for more agents. Her ears were perked, having already gotten used to the outside noises. Now, she was determined to make sure they stayed one step ahead and got out of there.

[Assistant]
As his feet touched the rough carpeted floor beside his companions he tried to deny internally how embarrassing it was to be handled like a toddler by a teen girl.

'Come now Luke, this isn't really the time to let your chauvinistic tendencies get the better of you.'

He readjusted his bag over his shoulder and in doing so caught the faint beeping coming from his watch. The little bugger had been getting a bit too snippy so he'd started ignoring it while they traveled the air ducts. He didn't respond vocally, God knew he didn't want to come off as some kind of crazy person in the middle of their crisis. Looking around the door, which was primarily used by staff, he took notice of the security panel. It was with a heavy heart that he noted this was a model he had already been... acquainted with.

While the others were keeping their eyes and ears open for trouble, he slipped over to the panel, popped off the cover, and casually ripped two of the half dozen wires that connected the silent alarm to the power source. He popped the cover back in place almost as an after thought,

"That should save us the trouble of alerting the entire building... and any cops they have watching the place too."

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When a couple of hours had gone by,Alex awoke from his slumber, he was sore all over, mainly from the rapid transformations.
He saw Kasumi standing over him, she had obviously tossed bandages down at him.
"Wow, did you have to go to school for that? Or does it come natural?"

He reached out to grab the bandages, but noticed he was in still coyote form.
Alex turned to normal, and wrapped the bandages around his wound.
"You ll never make it as a nurse, so don't quit your day job."
Standing slowly to his feet, "I Hope they made it out, I had made a little distraction for them, so they could."

"But don't worry yourself any, us true friends will be there to help."
He turned to walk away, "When I say us, I meant me, later loser."
Alex took form of a Hawk and flew back to the school, circling high above in the sky, looking for his friends.

[Assistant]
Kasumi

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"Cool power, bad mouth, and not even a gratitude."

Kasumi raised her hand. She took another breath and channel the warm energy to accumulate onto her stretched finger, pointed at the flying Alex who currently took shape as a hawk. She made a movement with her arm as if she was pulling a bow string, poised to make a direct release of her inner energy in a manner similar to a bolting arrow. Kasumi's eyes followed the movement of the hawk, her stretched arm served as the targeting guidance, anticipating the direction of the hawk's movement. "You know what, even without this new power, I can crush a bear's heart with this precise power control, and now I can do it in a distance." Kasumi said to herself.

Kasumi took another breath, but for this time she did that to calm herself. "It's not worth it..." Kasumi put her power back into the reservoir core inside her body. "I can't risk myself afflicted by the blow back of this power... I better follow where that hawk is going." Another breathing allowed Kasumi to channel her power to her eyes, then another one to her legs. With such augmentations, Kasumi was able to follow the hawk's movement and her legs were quick enough to catch him up.

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Maximilian Sean MacDowell

Max walked into the school after parking and locking his motorcycle, he was excited for today because he and his bandmates were going to audition for their very first gig. He had texted his friend to meet him in the music room so they could rehearse. He was halfway down the hallway when he heard the P.A. going off, he didn't like the sound of BSI coming into the school to interrogate students. He was worried that he would be found out and experimented on by the government. Max didn't want to use his powers, but if he felt his life would be in danger then he would have to.

But he didn't think that they would try to kill him, however, he was going to have to try and avoid them. Carefully walking along the hallway and towards the room where his third-period drama class was. His plan was to escape through the window and towards his motorcycle.

[Assistant]
.[The hawk landed on top of a security pole, and watched the excitement below him.
He scanned the area looking for any of his fellow classmates, did they get caught already, or maybe they made it out.
Alex thought he recognized a schoolmates being arrested or detained.
He flew from the pole to the roof of the gymnasium, and morphed back into his normal self.
He ran across the rooftop to the door, and opened it quietly, listening for any sounds of danger.
When he heard nothing, he snuck back inside, quietly shuffling down the steps one at a time.
Alex slinked down to the floor and crawled over to the balcony rail, and peaked over.

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"Wow. You have to teach me how to do that sometime!" Ashley complimented Lucas as they slipped through the disarmed door, keeping her eyes peeled for any agents in the staff lot. Luckily, it didn't look like the BSI had thought to keep someone there... or if they had been, they had left when a bear started ripping into their fellows, which she supposed was fair. As annoyed as she was by Alex's actions, she had to admit they were effective.

"Let's see if one of these is unlocked, save us the time of picking the door then hotwiring," She suggested, then started trying door handles. Her eyes flicked over to the row of motorcycles - mostly students', she didn't really understand why the teacher's lot was also the motorcycle lot - but quickly dismissed them. If they were all going to get away, they'd need something more practical.

Startled by the sudden arrival of a hawk, the pigeons in the lot suddenly took off abruptly, almost hitting Ashley as they flew between cars. "What the hell!" She exclaimed, jumping as one's wings brushed her hair. Unfortunately she was still holding a door handle when she jumped, and ripped it right off of the car. The car alarm immediately started blaring and the handle cracked and fell to the ground in tiny pieces as her hands balled into fists, frustration making it hard for Ash to focus. "Oh come on! Can one thing go right today? One stupid thing!" She complained, punching a hole through the car door.

[Assistant]
Maximilian Sean MacDowell

Max could see his bike parked in the parking lot, he was half way towards his bike when he was stopped by some men in black suits. "Stay where you are, you will need to come with us to be questioned." This made Max turn to face the group of men coming towards him. "Why? What is going on?" He asked, trying to play innocent. "That is confidential, we will tell you everything you need to know once you come back to HQ." One of the men trying to grab his arm, his instincts kicked in kicking one of the men in the stomach. Turning around and placing the man's chin on his shoulder, Slamming down on his butt hitting the stunner.

 Quickly spinning around and using his powers. Pointing his fingers at another agent, firing a telepathic bullet at his hand to disarm him. He was not going to kill anyone, so he was trying to incapacitate them. Trying to get back onto his feet while firing.

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Lucas stood beside Quiet-girl watching Captain Subtlety add destruction of property to the list of charges the BSI jerks would be using to hold them. Honestly, he wasn't even bothered by her blunder so much as he was exasperated by the day, a sentiment she clearly shared. He heard the frightened little beeps his watch chimed out while they watched her take out her frustration on the poor car.

Internally he hoped this was their cruel gym teacher's car.

He walked over to the vehicle and found that she had successfully opened the door, even if the damage made the hinges difficult to move. After getting the door open wide enough he slid into the driver's seat. His eyes briefly flashed as he scanned over the interior, his mind flashing with an understanding of the make and model, down to the parts required to build it. Most of the information was the same as usual, so he focused on the important bits. With only a little pulse of his cursed powers the alarm was blissfully silent.

He hopped out of the car and heaved a small sigh, his shaky fingers busying themselves with adjusting his glasses, "Before all the kings horses and men in black storm the lot, we should probably pick another one, sans holes." He nudged the debris that had been a door handle, "..and with working door mechanisms."

[Assistant] The car alarm had startled Celine, but she was ready to move quickly. She shifted forward, moving to another car that was not too far away and motioned for the group to follow. She didn't want to be the leader but knew that the agents would be moving quickly towards them. It was already far too late for another plan to take place. She hoped they could get into the car soon. Her head perked up for a minute- listening to all the sounds around them. There was the car alarm, other traffic from the highway- but more... something closer. Footsteps towards the outer doors. "We gotta move.... like now!" she said, her eyes getting wide as she realized they only had minutes left for their escape.

[User]
Alex could hear a lot of commotion outside, as if more Agents were showing up.
He quickly made his way back out onto the roof, just in time for a heavily armed black helicopter came into view.
" Stop..right there, hands on your head."
Alex did the opposite, and ran towards the edge of the roof, and jumped.
He vanished before their very eyes.
"Where the hell did he go?"
Alex changed into the form of a humming bird and quickly flew towards his friends.

[Assistant]
Maximilian Sean MacDowell

When Max got back onto his feet, he looked around the parking lot seeing a couple of people noticing the commotion. He kept firing his "bullets" into the legs of the agents, He could see that he was lessening their numbers. "Hi can i get some help here?" He yelled out hoping that they would come rescue him. One of the agents pulled out a taser and was aiming to hit Max in the shoulder, Max trying dodging the taser, but it grazed him causing him to fall on the ground. "God damn it." The punk screamed as another agent armed with a baton came over to try and hit him in the leg.


[System]
Description(pic is cool to):
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Alex is that of a warrior. She refuses to give up, both in heart and in mind. She fights for what she wants, though there are struggles where what she wants changes. Alex holds secrets, many dark, of her past and her present, and some of which she wants to do in future. Though many thoughts taint her mind, Alex tries to do what she wants. She can be quite irritating, and she can also, at times, be quite insubordinate. She is also quite hooked on alcohol.
Vanguard Type(1 and 2 gen are only available): Generation 2
Vanguard Look and Description of weaponry: Alex' Vanguard, Hawk, is not very tall, however it compensates for this in speed. It is made to get around very easily, with the ability climb or even jump. Such an overhaul on the hydraulics of the Vanguard has left little room for ammunition of kinetic weaponry, so the ends of the mech's fingers have been sharpened into the edge of a blade. The fingers can merge together to form a blade, one in each hand. The mech's hands also contain ranged electrical charges, which can be used to shoot a target at a distance.
Vanguard Size( Nothing over 65m please): 45m
Country Vanguard Representing: Scotland
Bio(can be short): Alex' early life consisted of many fights, physical and mental, against odds of which were bad. Many times, she pulled through, and others, she faltered. This built up her strength, heavily. The Highlands of Scotland were not a happy place to be, but yet she stayed there. Though she has a brutelike nature, she studied and tried to work her way into the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she went down south, to Edinburgh, and defeated everyone in the bar in a bar fight after she had indulged in her first alcoholic beverage, the one that got her hooked.

The days after her birthday Alex signed up, and was granted access into the military. She passed through basic training, and then received another message after training. The message claimed that she was being transferred into a specialist team, and included lots of details. Eventually, she got into the team to fight the Kaiju.

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June 1st,2027
New York City,USA

The 2nd main base of the UN Vanguard station called the "Irondome" is in New York City. As the most populous city on the eastern seaboard and an important trading route with other countries the UN decided that this would be a place with more than two Vanguard protecting it and also serves training rookies in how to fight Kaiju. The Tritons always send a Kaiju to the Eastern sea board around once a week and is perfect for rookies graduating to full on pilots. This new patch of pilots are from new countries who recently took a dabble in the Vanguard program and send them here. Right now most are in the Irondomes social areas such as the living room and the cafeteria almost set up as a school since many of the pilots are young. However their last test is coming up closer then once thought......

Bermuda Triangle(Triton capital)

(Translated from Triton) "Sir,our spies have found out that the human base at...York has a new batch of rookies from different human countries." A deep blue Triton with armor on says and bows to a Triton on a beautiful golden throne in a sadly dimmed room over looking the underwater city.

 "More...how many of them do we need to kill before they realize no matter what they do nothing will help them!" The Triton on the throne signs and then proceeds,"Send them a welcoming gift of three of our beast, Gragin, General of the Eastern Seas!"

"Yes sir." The Gragin says getting up from bowing and swimming away.

[Assistant]
"And then she said, 'You aren't allowed to drink while on duty'. I shrugged and then dumped the bottle of scotch in the disposal."
The three men around the young woman looked surprised. "You? Dumping a good bottle of scotch? Doesn't sound like it."
"I went back for it after she left."
The men laughed, and then watched as she downed another few gulps of a bottle of scotch. Alex Anderson was now in the 'living room', talking to a trio of others that were there to relax. The scotch had originally not been allowed, however, since she was now off duty, she was allowed to drink it. Unfortunately, another person was there, someone she hated. She didn't know his name, however he always seemed to try and take her on. "Oh, no, here he comes."

"Hey, Alex, you were supposed to get rid of that, right, twit?" Alex shook her head at the man. "Lance, I'm off duty. I can do whatever I want, including telling you to sod off." She got onto her feet, looking the man in his eyes. "I'm not gonna do that for you, Scot," He says. "Now, give me the scotch." He reaches for the bottle in Alex's hand, and his hand is simply swatted out of the way with her own hand. She puts down the scotch as Lance looked at his hand. "You should not have done that," Lance growls. Alex knew that he didn't like to look weak. She quickly rewards his sudden punch with a parry and an open palmed strike to the chest. Alex was much better trained than the engineer, and she showed it right there, with the trio that originally had been talking to Alex now clapping. Alex sidesteps to avoid a second punch, and then dives on him, knocking him over, before she climbs to her feet. She didn't want to beat him up, as that would get her into another 'detention' with an officer. She left the now unconscious Lance on the ground and sat back down. "Hey, who drank out of my bottle?" A pair of the trio point to one of them, and the man suddenly goes red. Alex laughs, gives him a wink, and then continues to drink.

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Akira walked through the IronDrome looking around at all of the Vanguards and personnel and chuckling to him self as two others got into a small confrontation. He walked over to the small group and bowed politely.

"Your form was quite excellent." he said to the woman now holding a bottle of scotch. "May I ask where you trained?" he added his curiosity getting the better of him.
He wanted to calm himself before he got to worked up.

(Sorry the post is so short. on my phone and writers block)

[Assistant] Sam was in his cabin. He was doing some push-ups, just for the sake of keeping fit in such a crowded place. Luckily for him, he didn't need to train much longer. "Sam Spark, report to hangar three for Vanguard testing." The intercom said. Sam smiled as he got up from the floor. A new Vanguard going live was always a cool thing to see, but this time, it was his Vanguard. He walked out of his room, and headed for hangar three. Once there, he watched as the Alpha Marksman faced the door of the hangar. He knew it for sure, this Vanguard would be the new main defense of humanity. He started making his way for the head.


[System]
Personality:
Fae is incredibly nerdy; a lover of fantasy, sci-fi, music and mystery, it takes a bit to scare her. Known for being cheery, gentle, easy going and playful, she seems to have a minor case of ADHD, particularly shown in her strong, hyper focused affinity for computers and/or anything mechanical. In addition to being overly curious, Fae stays true to the Blake name, often getting herself almost hurt, or into trouble, especially when she is disassembling machines against one's wishes. Though shy around typically large creatures, she absolutely adores animals, especially birds, as they, technically, have a close relation to dinosaurs.

Skills & Abilities:
-Computer Skills
-Taking Apart and Building Machines
-Map Making

Portrayed By: Whitney Able (adult)
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Dia, Dee, Dye, Anna.
Gender: Female.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Deep-Blue.

Sexuality: Lesbian.

Occupation(s): Archaeologist (formerly), Fashion Designer (full-time), Swim Instructor (volunteer)
Affiliation: Mystery Inc.

Family:
-John Dinkley (father)
-Velma Dinkley (cousin)
-Dale Dinkley (uncle)
-Angie Dinkley (aunt)

Dianna is a rather good-looking woman; her hair is always up in a neat Pony-tail or braid, her clothes are often crisp and clean. She is skinny, but not excessively; her body is surprisingly lean due to her swimming. Due to her swimming and her stints with Archeology, her skin is slightly tanned, a few freckles down her arms and over her nose and cheeks.

Personality:
Dianna was always known her creativity, whilst being the 'Pretty Woman', which easily got her into the Fashion industry. Being dotted over by others from her looks, people often say she was the beauty whereas Velma, whom she cherishes, and never leaves behind, was the brains. Due to this, Dianna is a bit depressed, and a loner, who's very unsure about her own intellect. In addition, even at work, she is curious albeit not that outgoing, with not that many friends, and often left to herself, either seen daydreaming or zoning out, whilst taking notes whenever something comes across her mind.

Skills & Abilities:
-Clothing and Costume making.
-Good Baker.
-Knowledge of Dinosaurs.
-Strong Swimmer.
-Strong Lungs.

Portrayed By: Jennifer Love Hewitt (adult)

[User]
"You have no reason to be sorry!" Fae blurted out as Maggie apologized for not inviting them, "You had no real reason to know." She said, Dianna giving a nod.
The two girls kind of just stayed quiet while they got closer to the island before they saw the island. Fae's eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of everything.

"You're not allowed to pull anything apart." Dianna said offhandedly towards Fae, who shot her a childish glare, something that hadn't been done since the break up. Dianna gave a laugh and grinned towards Maggie, everything was so comfortable again; everything just felt... Good.
As they walked onto the pier, Dianna wobbled slightly as she stepped off the boat, Fae moving quickly to help her friend with a grin, offering her hand towards Maggie to help her down too.

As the crowd slowly gathered around them, Fae slowly slinked closer to her friends in mild fear of the large group of college students. She cleared her throat before her eyes were caught by the statue as they walked closer to it. As the man stepped out from behind it, her eyes lit up and she moved to step forward, Dianna moving to grab her shirt to pull her back.
"Gauk!" Fae yelped as Dianna pulled her under her arm with a bigger grin.
"She hasn't chanced has she?" Dianna said towards Maggie before she noticed her eyes narrowing. She looked towards the male before she looked him up and down almost quizzingly, "But you're the one who sent the letters right?" She asked after a bit of silence.

[Assistant]
Maggie allowed Fae to help her down from the boat, although she did kind of lost a little bit of balance, due to being used to the swaying of the ferry. Thankfully, in only a few seconds, Rogers gained what she could of her bearings. She chuckled at the impulsive antics of the other girl, having to find this amusing. Good thing Dianna's reflexes were faster. "...oh, yes!", the owner said, after a pause of what the said-girl asked him, shortly before he signaled them to follow.

Maggie didn't hesitate to follow after the man with the rest of the gang. At the same time, she wasn't really sure of what to make of him. He seemed friendly, but the earlier feeling that she had, back on the plane, was lingering. "Now, I am in great need of help. I believe that somebody here is casting a spell upon the students", he explained. "Have you noticed anything different between those arriving, and those departing?", he asked, giving them a moment to observe. Velma gazed at the departing line. "They look like regularly-behaved college students".

"Precisely. But they haven't when they arrived", Emile explained. "The ones arriving seem normal; they're energetic and fun. But the ones departing, well...they weren't the same as when they had arrived". As if on cue, in the distance, one of the arriving male students approached a departing female, who he seemed to know for quite some time...until she suddenly assaulted him, surprisingly, in a physical sense. She lifted him off the ground by his shirt, and practically threw him, covering great distance! It was like she had superhuman strength! Maggie watched in disbelief, having to find it a little hard to believe that what she saw was real, and that Mondavarious may be right on his claim.

Biting his lip, the owner turned to them. "I'm terrified for the young people here, and I don't want to lose this place. The people coming off of that barge; the people that I love most, they're in great danger. Will you help me?", the owner asked, nearly begging for their help.

"I'm gonna solve this one first", Velma declared, already eager. "Not if I solve it first", Fred countered. "You guys are gonna look like total idiots when you're captured, and I'm the one saving you", Daphne said, having to already turn on her heel, and walk towards the hotel; the others not far behind. Maggie looked at the three, as they went their separate ways, frowning once more in disappointment. And so, the tension continued. Just like from two years ago. The mystery itself was intriguing, so Maggie put on her best smile, and turned to the man.

"I'm sure you're doing great business here, Mister Mondavarious. We will do what we can here to help", she said, although at the same time, she was quite concerned, regarding the competition between the other three that may happen for the next few days. Shaggy looked at her, having to remain quiet and relaxed, not even bothering to get in the middle of the squabble; just letting it go. He tried to settle things last time, but it ended breaking them all up. So, he found it necessary to not try again, mainly due to his fear of making it worse. Plus, the brother knew that this was affecting his sister, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

Mondavarious was glad to hear their responses, having to sound relieved that he got some help. "This is marvelous! Just marvelous! I guess we should celebrate with a little Spookapalooza", he said. "S-S-Spookapalooza? Ruh-oh!", Scooby exclaimed, having to stutter at hearing the one word, hidden within the name.

After she was happy to give the others help with their bags, Maggie found herself sharing a room with them. Due to the later weather turning warm yet humid, she changed into something for the evening: White tennis-shoes, a pair of bell-bottom jeans with a belt, and a red, sleeveless tank-top. The only thing missing, would be her denim jacket. Pieces of her long brown hair was still clipped back, while the rest still draping down to her back and mid-chest.

Rogers was just walking into the two-person bathroom, until she spotted Fae standing in front of the sink, looking at her wrist.
"You doing alright?"

[User]
Fae and Dianna both jumped when they watched the woman throw the male, Fae looked to the owner momentarily as he continued to speak before she looked to the others, who started bickering.
Dianna turned to Fae momentarily before she looked over towards the rest of the Gang, giving a weak smile towards Shaggy and Scooby as they started. Both Fae and Dianna moved to look to Maggie as she spoke again.

"I'd be more than willing to help." Fae said with a nod before she looked to Maggie and Dianna and hooked her arms around theirs. "As long as we work together." She said with a tilt of a head and a smile.
"Spookapaloza?" Dianna asked with a tilt of her head as it was mentioned, especially since Scooby repeated it.

Once they got into the rooms, Fae made her way into the bathroom to get changed while Dianna and Maggie stayed out in the proper room.
Fae had started to change into a slightly more... fancy top, a small button up red-and-black plaid shirt paired with black jeans. She had to wash her hands real quick, and pulled off her bracelet to get under it without getting it wet; she was halfway through when Maggie's words echoed through her ears.
"I'm fine!" She said with a wide, awkward smile. She moved to hide her hands behind her back quietly without another thought.

Dianna went through her clothes quietly, pulling out a long skirt to put on, with a long off-white t-shirt with a small flower pattern. It was something she had made herself at least. She changed quickly and pulled out a yellow hoodie with red petals over it, with a large red rose on the back of it; It wasn't her best piece, but it was something she was proud of.

[Assistant]
It made all the more sense for them to change their attires, since they were now in a more tropical setting, instead of the cool, suburban outskirts of their hometown. The island was nicely laid out, financially and theme-wise; it certainly had a vacation-feeling to it, being a resort and all, but everyone in the gang knew that this wasn't the time to treat it as such, especially since Velma, Daphne, and Fred would get too caught up in their ambition to a game of "one-up". However, that didn't mean that they couldn't try to blend, hence the reason why the three girls decided to change clothes, and settle in, before starting their investigation.

Fae's instinctual response made Maggie narrow her eyes, and tilt her head. While Dianna was working out her attire, Rogers scanned the other's face, before glancing at the hand she put behind her back. She looked back up at her, before giving an innocent smile, and leaning against the doorway. "You can tell me anything, Fae", she simply said, choosing not to poke around in her business. "Even after two years, we're still here for you; you know that", Maggie added, shortly before turning back to watch Dianna. "Best we look our part in this mystery, ladies. We don't want to miss the Spookapalooza", she said, with a grin.

Once they were ready, the trio ventured to the entertainment grounds, where certain performances were being held, with music playing over them. Fire breathers and twirlers - even performers thriving in tribal music. While the events may seem to be entrancing and enticing, the girls were on a mission, and have agreed to meet up at one of the tables near the bar to discuss their findings. Maggie managed to interview a few people, both employee and visitor, but strangely, no one claimed to have encountered anything unusual. That's odd - there were no witnesses, aside from Mondavarious. The taller girl sipped her drink at one of the tables, shortly before spotting Shaggy playing the crane game...and winning a prize for the blonde girl he was talking to, a few hours ago, on the plane.


[System]
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 19th

Age: 33

Class: Templar

Occupation: Knight

Species: Human

Appearance:

Clothing Style: (See above)

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

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

Dislikes: Disobedience, injustice, disagreements.

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

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Cecelia

 Cecelia realized that she was in the same group as Elisha, the girl she picked up earlier. Glad to already know someone, she headed west until she found the gate, trying not to seem too eager to test her combat skills. I haven't used my blade in so long, but I need money. Remember, protect someone. Doesn't have to be Elisha, but someone. Anyone. Any one of these vilag- she stops mid-thought. These are vilagers who have also signed up to help defend their neighbors... Keep the vilagers alive.
 As the gate opens, she sees a large bird-like creature. Hey, I know someone who pays big for exotic pets. Hm... "Could we capture it and sell it...?" The last thought slipping out loud. Cecelia withdraws to the back of the pack. While I need money, I should keep as much of my dignity as I can. I am "The Shadow" after all. We could just stun the thing and tie it down. Or they might settle down after the scarecrow-thingies are gone. Maybe just toss a net over one after we take out the scarers. Cecelia keeps trying to think of ways to cage a bird to get some extra cash, possibly to get out of doing this quest. Maybe make coin on the side and fake my death? Well, I do have a tendancy to get overly attached to people... Meh, I'll just wing it. There's enough people to keep the scaries busy while I sneak in for a kill.

Brennen Garron

 Brennen listens to his group. Well, at least I know that one of them is a spellsword. So long as she's properly trained, she should have the same capabilities as me, but with wider range of magic. Good. As he walked south towards the gate, he realized that the "heroes" from the palace weren't the only volunteers. There were some locals in whatever gear they could afford.
 Brennen looks out the gate with a wild grin. "Finally. Some action." Holding his left hand out, he sends a surge of magic to create a fireball in his hand while his other hand reaches for the shortsword on his back. Scanning quickly and thinking out loud, in a loud enough voice for all the villagers and 'heroes' to hear: "Scarecrows. If they're like the real things, then some fire should take them down to cinders. Fire magic users and people with torches, go for them, but watch it, they've got blades. I got nothin' so far on that, uh... thing over there. It can tear into flesh, so I'd say keep your distance if at all possible. Test its speed and refleses before rushing in and getting yourself killed. We can do this if we stick to a plan, and I don't hear anyone else with a plan."

[Assistant]
Lenna heard her team announced, and took a moment to think.

She recognized the names from...somewhere. it took her a moment to realize, but when she did, she smiled.

She had seen Elisha's name on the paper she had herself signed. A scion of the Marluxia family, who, according to Lenna's relatives, were a very old fashioned family, ascribing to some very out-dated views. Lenna hoped the young girl wouldn't be a problem as a result.

Cecilia she'd heard vague rumors about. The Shadow was a figure wrapped in, well, Shadow. Lenna knew very little about her, and only could really hope she was trustworthy. She knew the woman would be competent.

As for the final one, Lenna knew of the Valliere family. They were as rich and powerful as the Underwoods. However, she'd heard of the massacre that had taken place. She had to admit, she felt bad for the poor kid.

One thing did occur to Lenna as she departed with her allies.

She would have to keep them safe.

***

Lenna paused only a moment before getting ready to jump into the fray.

"Keep each other safe, and protect the villagers. The demons are what are driving the birds mad, most likely, so take them out quickly."

"Could we capture it and sell it?"

Lenna bristled visibly, the fur on her ears standing on end.

"Absolutely not. That's illegal and wrong. Besides, we have a mission to accomplish. Focus on it, thief, not the money."

Lenna was perhaps being mean to the legendary Shadow. From Lenna's perspective, the girl already was hard to trust because of her reputation. Beyond that, Lenna had never needed to make ends meet with earning her own that, so she really didn't understand that Cecilia might actually NEED some money.

And with that, Lenna lauched herself into battle, beast stone gleaming. One moment, a relatively short woman was running forward.

The next, an absolutely gargantuan rabbit as big as a horse was charging forth, letting out a furious war cry. She bounded forward quickly.

She had been rushing for a scarecrow, and had leapt toward it, prepared to tear the demon apart, before a voraptus dive at her and slammed into her side. She fell to the side and rolled, wincing in pain. The voraptus continued its assault, charging with a low and deadly dive, and Lenna shifted into human shape and rolled under it. She grabbed its tail, and was lifted quickly into the sky. Before the bird got too high, Lenna climbed up its back a bit and shifted into bunny form again.

The weight of the huge bunny was too much for the bird to maintain flight, and it began to fall, Lenna tearing into its back. After a few moments it crashed. Lenna had killed it, crushing the feral beast's bones and tearing it's flesh. She had gotten battered in the attempt too, however.

Lenna was tossed to the side by the crashing bird, and, before she could get up, was slammed into by another. Her reckless charge had had good results, but left her in dire straits.


[System]
Alias - Fang

Age - 20

Appearance - Chris is currently standing at 5'7"

But with glasses but trades them out for the mask when time to fight.

Personality - Chris is kind to everyone and has been taught to be honest to his loved ones. He is friendly, funny, and always finds a way to cheer up someone if their having a bad day. Yet at the same time Chris has another side to him that comes out when he is in combat or threatened of losing someone he cares about.

Gear (optional) -

-Gatling sheath and inter changeable blade katana: Chris has one main weapon that he created over a course of time in his father's lab. The first part is a sheath that sort of has the shape of mini-gun barrel but not as revealing and a bit more of a rectangle mix. It holds different groups of katana blades they have different effects depending on the color Red=fire, Blue=electricity, Yellow=explosive (adds a little extra kick on impact), Light Blue=ice. The fun part of this contraption for Chris is that it's linked to his mask and he can have it spin till the type of blade he requested is ready to be drawn. The other half of his weapon is the katana handle he crafted to be able to change blades when the time comes. He takes the handle hand jam it into the hole of the sheath and waits just a second for the blade to lock onto the handle before drawing it.

-Mask: Chris knew he didn't want anyone to know his face so he invented a mask and implanted the same technology in it his dad created for him to see. Chris also added some extra features like a display had that can tell all sorts of things like if he has run out of a type of katana blade, or all sorts of things. The mask itself is made out carbon fiber with a screen on the inside that allows Chris to see and do what he does. (The mask looks like this but without the eye holes and has a few short glowing red line on it.)

Power/ability - Chris is super smart when it comes to inventing things whether it's weapons or battle armor. With how smart he is at inventing it can work in reverse as well. An example would be if he went against someone with advance armor, battle mechs, or weapons he can find a weak spot pretty quickly by analyzing it.

Weakness - Chris went blind around the age of sixteen and had the help of his dad to fix that by making him a pair of glasses that give him sight once again. Later on his life he implanted the same type technology in a mask he wears, so if he loses one of the two he loses his sight.

Bio - Born in a weird mix of parents a super christian mother and a scientist father. He grew up in Detroit in a small house with no other siblings. When he was born his mother insisted he be named Jesus and his father just wen along with it thinking she was joking until he saw the birth certificate. Chris went to a very poor school that was probably one gang fight away from closing. When he first meet his friends he told them his name was Jesus, so they nick named him the Jesus of Suburbia which he thought was kind of funny.

When he wasn't in school Chris went with his father to his lab with all the other scientists. Chris was always fascinated by what his dad did always inventing knew things to better peoples lives, and it's what drove Chris to invent his own things. At school his friends though it was cool he wanted to invent things and they even wanted to help him but mostly what they did was help give him ideas.

When Chris was sixteen he got a part time job in his father's lab. Chris was to help his dad but his dad just let him try to make his own things and he did for months and months till a certain, and it was that day when Chris made his first and most tragic mistake. While trying to make something Chris ended up hitting a jar containing some liquid in spilling around where he was standing. Taking blame for it Chris started to move to the mop, but he slipped on the first step and ended up hitting his head on the table knocking him out and causing him to go blind.

Chris spent months having to walk around with cane and his friends felt sorry for what happened to him. Even though they have nothing to do with what happened, but while Chris walked around blind his dad was hard at work trying to invent something that could restore his sight. It was the only thing his dad could think about and he halted all of his other work just for this one project, and over a year timing and many failed attempts it was done. Chris was sitting up in his room when his father came knocking at the door saying he had a present for him, and after letting his father in Chris was given a pair of glasses. He put them on and while he was putting them on he stopped and was surprised he was starting to see something, and after the he quickly put the glasses on. Chris nearly jumped out of his skin when he found out he can see once again.

Chris grew up to the age of eighteen and with that he changed his name from Jesus to Chris and moved out of his parents house into an apartment complex. Still working at his father's lab Chris basically was a genius in inventing and dissembling/reverse engineering. Chris mostly spent time inventing and investigating in the crime that happens around the streets of Detroit. In due time Chris took under the name of Fang when fighting crime he mostly did it at night because that's when crime is most booming in Detroit.

Notes -

-Music: Chris enjoys music when he is crafting, so he usually has head phones on.

-Leader: Chris has been prompted by Batman that he will be the team leader.

Name - Charlie Johnson

Alias - Ash

Age - 16

Appearance - Charlie stands about 5'6" with hair that is about between medium and short lengths and blue eyes. He likes to wear a black beanie, light grey pants, punk/rock t-shirt, black with white bottom and laces skate shoes, and a red and black square flannel. For combat Charlie was given a full black with some grey combat outfit. Which is black pants with two grey ovals along them, a dark grey shirt, a black jacket with two pockets in the front on each side of the zipper, and he still wears his skate shoes.

Personality - Charlie has that average skater teen attitude, and also has the personality of teens who had to survive on the streets. But all that aside he cares for others and is friendly and kind along with that.

Gear (optional) - Charlie carries on him his phone, earbuds/headphones, skateboard, and wallet at all times.

Power/ability - Lord Symbol.

Charlie (as many say) was "branded" with the symbol of an acncient Lord of Fire this allows him to generate his own fire out of thin air. He can also use his flames for multiple purposes such as...

Will it burn? - Charlie can decide if his flames will burn or not, but even if it doesn't burn you can still feel the heat.

I'm my own rocket! - While on his skateboard Charlie can use his flames to accelerate his speed to limits of a car, but it burns through his power faster than anything else. This can also allow him to somewhat fly, but it more looks like someone surfing the air because it gets really wobbly up in the air.

Kaboom! - If Charlie puts out enough fire in a small concentrated spot it can create an explosion, but as of right now he can only breach a door or a brick wall.

Weakness - Charlie does not have infinite supply of fire he can burn through it if not careful, and if that was to happen he would need time to channel/charge it back up. If he focuses on it the process can be quick but he needs absolute concentration to do so. If he can't concentrate then the process to restore him to full power can take a long time.

Bio - Charlie Johnson or better known as Ash lived most his life on the street. He was born and somewhat raised in Gotham of course most of the raising took place on the streets. He used to live in a home till he started to get his powers, and by accident he burned down his school and in return a mob of angry parents came and burned down his house. He got out safely but his parents didn't since then he lived with the other homeless on the streets and in the alleys.

Eventually Charlie got into gang life because of his powers, but it was in that life he met his best friend Stone Wilson who also was "gifted." The two followed what they were told to do by their boss and never asked questions. On one such day Charlie was tired of it all and left the gang, but Stone stayed for reasons he couldn't say. Before leaving Charlie was given a finale gift from Stone since it was his birthday and all, and the gift Charlie received was what looked like a brand new out of the store skateboard (but it was actually Stone's old one that he put new parts on.) A year after leaving Charlie was approached by a Justice League member who asked him to join a team called "Young Justice," and without thinking Charlie agreed on the spot.

Notes:

Music - Charlie likes punk/rock music the most and has tons of songs on his phone.

Hair? - Charlie cuts his own hair and hasn't been to a barber since his school burned down.

Pro or not? - Charlie is very talented at skateboarding, but he doesn't say he's a pro more like someone who enjoys it.

[User]
"Okay!" Kimberly said, excited to get the show on the road. She went over to where Superboy said to line up, walking behind Ryan. She turned around to look at Conner, only to realize Conner wasn't behind her. Looking around, she quickly spotted him with Miss Martian. "Conner, you aren't coming?" Kimberly asked.

"There's no rush to train right away," Conner replied. "Plenty of other things to do, like getting a tour of the base or something." While Conner did want to explore the base, the truth was that he was too nervous to actually do any training for the moment. He had no physical prowess, no fire breathing, nothing like that. All he could do was "amplify". Despite his nervousness, he was also excited. Not many people could say they were part of a group of superheroes, even if they were still in need or training. Conner just decided to employ his strengths in other ways.

[Assistant] Lex rose a eyebrow as people were eager to train with superboy. Lex read up about him and who Superboy was from father's files. It was interesting learning about them. he kinda saw Superboy as a half brother. Lex had no powers but his suit wasnt to bad. He decided to say "I might train later. I dont have any powers but I do have somethign that can help me fight." He got up walking over beside Miss Martian and Kid Flash. Lex honestly wanted to know more about Superboy. He read all about him and the previous young justice team from his dad's hidden files, that he managed to hack through and find. "I changed my mind. I think I'll train too." Even though he was powerless. he did practice fighting with Mercy, so it wouldnt hurt to try. He opened his suitcase and took out a green chest plate. The chest plate was on, and with a press of a button the chest plate became battle armor. A smirk came onto his face. "Well who is all ready to train?"

[User]
Primal Boy

Red was very confused by the green lady's words, he wanted to train, but he wasn't eighteen and his ten year old brain was having trouble figuring out what she exactly meant. He rubbed his head in confusion and was contemplating what to do. Finally he chose to join the others who were interested in training with Superboy.

"I want to train first!" he said eagerly waving his arms trying to get the Superman clone's attention. He hoped that it wasn't a first come first serve kind of gig and that the hero chose who he would fight first.

Plutonium

Alexandrovich decided that he would stay with Miss Martian and Kid Flash, training sounded fun, but he wanted to keep his tricks reserved for later and it would probably be better for Superboy to not have pretty much everyone on the team trying to fight him.

"So what are we planning to do?" he asked the two senior team members curious to know what they had plan.

[Assistant]
"Glad to see you made it!" Kid Flash greeted Peggy, last time she saw him was wto days ago back in Star City, when they helped her fight off a group of superpowered thugs. "Star City is a looong way from here,friend, hope you didnt get lost." He smiled.

"I did. The moment i stepped out of the city there were so many trees."  She said it in a way of great wonder, for someone who never set foot out of the city eversince. " There werent any buildings to scape through, so i had to walk. But a trucker and his family were nice enough to give me a ride."  A family of five, two older girls and a boy. It felt weird to spend a day traveling with them, as if Peggy was a part of the family. But she thought it was a nice and awkward experience.

"That's good to hear." he said in his usual out going attitude. "Sooo.." And suddenly, kittenish. "Would you like to spar? Dont worry, I'll go really easy on you."

"Oh come on Wally, after seeing her fight? You might wanna reconsider. " Miss Martian crossed her arms, and was playfully smiling at him.
"I still need plenty of improvement, honestly. That is why, I wish to spar and to learn whatever I can."  Hopeful to learn, Peggy removed her arm accessories and her thick jacket, neatly placed it on the side, then rolling her loose sleeves to her shoulder, revealing the complex design of her exterior. Flesh screwed with metals, notched with what looked like a thin tube of visible rushing, neon liquid, the same kind that is visible on her forehead and neck. It perfectly traced her muscles, defining them despite her average body.

[User] Seamus had to do a small debate with himself as he considered which of the two groups he should join. On the one hand it wasn't everyday that someone was given the chance to train with a Kryptonian, but then again maybe that was a good thing, on the other Seamus did find himself fitting into the description of the latter group much better. Eventually Seamus opted out and decided to join the group that was forming around Miss Martian and Kid Flash. "You can always train later Seamus." He thought to himself as he eventually settled in the group with the others, curious as to what exactly was planned for those who decided not to train. "Wait, this isn't some sort of test to see who doesn't like to train is it?" The thought popped into Seamus's mind and he was really hoping that he was wrong.

[Assistant]
Superboy
Superboy was thinking about how to go about this whole training thing he couldn't just say 'Okay all of you fight me at once.' But he actually could say that, but would it be efficient for the others and not just him. After weighing in the other options Superboy decided on what to do. "Okay everyone listen up for today it's gonna be like tournament style training. Which means you won't just be fighting me, but you will also be fighting each other." Superboy said looking at everyone lined up in front of him. "Let's pair up. Kimberly you will go against Cora, Red you will fight Ryan, and finally Lex Jr. you will be fighting me. If you win your fight then you will be moving on to the next round, and if you lose you'll be out and can wait and watch or spar with the others who lost."

Miss Martian
"Since Kid Flash is no longer joining us I'll be your only tour guide." Miss Martian said. She then turned and began the tour of the base with the lounge/kitchen "This is the lounge and kitchen area. The kitchen has been stocked with food you all like to eat, and as you can see the lounge is where you could eat, watch TV, hangout, or in some cases sleep in." she said letting everyone walk around the two and maybe see exactly what was in the kitchen.


[System]
Death Korp Trooper Number:
Trooper 17431

Appearance:

Height:
5'6"

Age:
27

Sex:
Male

Class:
Death Korp Grenadier

Equipment:
- Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) -
Also known as a Hellgun or, more rarely, a Hotshot lasgun, the Type XIV (Heavy) is the standard issue weapon for all Grenadiers serving in Death Korp regiments. They are, at least by the Grenadiers themselves, intensely disliked due to perceived unreliability in the field during extended operations and a Krieger's general preference for the default Type XIV Lasgun (More commonly known outside of Krieg as the Lucian Pattern Lasgun). However, with the proper maintence that each Grenadier performs routinely, the weapon performs its intended role as a high power Lasgun, capable of punching through heavier armor and providing, on full auto, a withering rate of fire. The Type XIV (Heavy) utilizes a backpack unit to power it, and a Quick Recharge Generator included in the backpack unit is generally overtaxed, due to the design of the weapon and its power output. Ansgar, like many Grenadiers, would have preferred a Type XIV Lasgun over the Heavy variant, but as a Grenadier, he is required to carry it.

- Grenadier Carapace Armor -
Intended for deployment where the fighting is fiercest, Death Korps Grenadiers are equipped with heavy Carapace Armour that has been integrated into the standard Krieg kit. This comprises the Mark IX helmet, a rebreather facemask, three-piece shoulder guards, a chest plate with additional abdomen plates and shin and knee guards. All are made of Plasteel and reinforced with a layer of Ceramite for additional strength, heat resistance and weight reduction. The armor, coupled with uniform and Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) makes a very heavy loadout, adding in the miscellaneous equipment they carry as well, however, the protection is vastly appreciated by the Grenadiers in general, due to their role as the leading edge in storming trenches and hostile emplacements, needing the protection to get close enough to do their jobs, not so much concerned with survival.

- Explosives -
As his former squads Demolitions expert, Ansgar carried the standard explosives load out alongside extra tools, for when the Engineers could not keep up with the assault but were preoccupied elsewhere. Besides several Frag and Krak grenades, Ansgar also has several demolition charges, rated for taking out hardened bunkers when put in place. Ansgar modified the charges so that, in a hurry, he can pull a detonation cable and heave the charge at a target, the normally delicate and precise procedure for arming the charges ditched in favor of emergency target removal. And, as a Krieg Engineer before he was assigned as a Grenadier, he has learned to build improvised explosives that served him well in the trenches when supplies on conventional explosives were running short, as well as utilize Chemical weapons safely.

- Melee Gear -
Ansgar carries two weapons for melee combat, one obligatory and the other actually used. The obligatory is his bayonet, which the Type XIV Lasgun (Heavy) lacks a mount for, another reason it remains unpopular among Grenadiers, and typically serves as much as a tool and last resort weapon than anything else. His actual go to is a Entrenching Tool, edges sharpened to allow him to carve through hostiles as well as bludgeon them, and retain the intended purpose of digging trenches and other necessary fighting positions.

Notable Deeds:
- Tyranid Assault on Thresis IV -
Raised from birth to be a Death Korp Engineer, Ansgar Staudinger, or known by his Trooper designation 17431, will never state when he was sent to war, something that tends to bother people who ask that are outsiders to Krieg and their necessary methods of providing the Imperium the soldiers it needs. Assigned fresh to an Engineering Platoon, Ansgar would spend a great deal of time digging trenches and laying mines in the defense of a Shrine World, Thresis IV, directly in the path of a Tyranid Hive Fleet Splinter. The Tyranids, despite being vastly reduced in numbers compared to a true Hive Fleet, descended like mad locusts, slaughtering over 90% of the Death Korp forces deployed on the planet. Of that 10%, Ansgar Staudinger was one of the survivors, the only from his platoon, found near death after turning an entire trench line into a raging biochemical inferno, equal parts fire and chemical weapon that was effective on the Tyranids. Sharing the compound make up with other Death Korp Engineers, the biochemical fire was used to great extent to halt and drive back the Tyranids, making the then rookie Staudinger's trial by fire a literal, and resounding, success.

- Nightmares Beneath Thrasis II -
As part of the Thrasis campaign his regiment was assigned to, and the arrival of Tyranid complicating greatly, Ansgar Staudinger was deployed with a fresh Engineering platoon to assist in the breaking of a siege on Chaos held factories on the system's forge world, Thrasis II. Utilizing conventional tunneling and, when they detected they were almost at the entry point, Hades Breaching Drill, to punch into the Chaos held Foundry, Ansgar and his fellow Guardsmen stumbled into something straight out of the most feverish of a heretic's nightmares. The Warp had bled over into the belly of the foundry, with daemons and mutants in equal measures assaulting the woefully unprepared Krieg Guardsmen. However, they had a job to do, and they were able to hold their ground, keeping a secure tunnel long enough for support to arrive and push deep enough into the Chaos corrupted foundry, to the dark heart and plant enough explosives for the resulting explosion spotted from orbit. Whether it was the sheer amount of explosives put in place, or partially due to Chaos corruption was never decided. However, as one of the only survivors again by virtue of Luck or being Blessed, Ansgar was reassigned by a surviving Commissar to the Death Korp Grenadiers.

- Hellscape of Thrasis I -
Nearing the end of the Thrasis System Campaign, Ansgar found himself a freshly minted Grenadier, no longer an Engineer although he often worked closely with them during breaching actions against enemy defensive lines. However, upon touching down on Thrasis I, the Kriegers found something unlike anything anyone could be prepared for. The Foundry was merely a foretaste of what was to come, as planet spanning rituals had allowed the Warp to taint and corrupt great stretches of the planet, forcing Guard forces to struggle through conventional defenses one day, and make a mad dash through Daemon infested hellscapes that should not be the next. What Ansgar refuses to mention to a soul, due to an oath he was put under at the end of the conflict, was the arrival of Grey Knights, of the Emperor's most holy Ordos Malleus. Alongside Adeptus Sororitas support, which Ansgar learned to have a deep, healthy respect for, the combined arms forces stormed the capital of Thrasis I, a den of pure evil and corruption that made the rest of the planet look like a Shrine World in comparison. Once again, whether by luck or the Emperor's own intervention, Ansgar found himself as one of the only Grenadiers, and Krieger's period, to survive the assaults into the city, arriving at the Hall of Governing as it had been christened during Thrasis I's founding as a colony, only to find horrors so unspeakable even the Krieg born Grenadier refuses to speak of them now. But, between the Grey Knights and Sisters of Battle alongside his own humble contributions at that point, which mostly consisted of survival, Ansgar lived to see the end of the hellish campaign on Thrasis I. With literally no regiment to return to, and having become aware of the most secretive of Space Marine chapters, it was decided to induct him into the Inquisition, sending him to serve where needed most.

[User]
"No."

There was a visible frown on Adrianne's face as she crossed her arms and sat back in the co pilot seat, clearly not pleased with the situation as she added.

"If you ever need me to save the ship, I'll be available." She added with a deceptively casual tone whilst staring straight ahead and simply waiting out the journey, as if she had just been personally offended!

"Cursed yes-sayer of the Adeptus Ministorum! She clearly has no faith in me just because of my supernatural abilities! I could have flown this thing no problem! I almost wish a missile would hit anytime soon just so I could step in... "

As they arrived later and were shown to the Rhino, Adrianne couldn't help but frown yet again as she saw another vehicle whom - of course - she did not get to drive, as she had to be the passenger... yet again.
At this point, she was not sure what was worse; the heresy on this planet, or the brain-killing boredom of just sitting on her butt as they went traveling.

As she stepped into the heavily armored Rhino, followed by her ever-vigilant servitor whom came trundling along behind her, Adrianne cast a glance around at the vehicle as she commented to Vala.

"I wonder who's party we are ruining today." She added with a mischievous smirk as she motioned towards the heavily armored vehicle with her eyes. Stepping inside, she found to no surprise that the Krieger had already found the Storm Bolter gunnery seat.

"Talk about living up to stereotypes."

"It's good we have a Krieger behind a Mark XI Hellrain Storm Bolter." Adrianne commented approvingly as she found one of the seats and started working with the belt buckle. Turning to Vala, she gave her a funny smile.

"If the Arbites had gotten behind that thing, I fear we'd end up exterminating every lower middle class or below from here all the way along the path to our destination."

[Assistant]
Herold kept himself quiet for the most part. A grim faced sentinel with weapons at the ready. He admitted he was surprised at how casual everyone was acting, save the Sororitas up front. His question to her was that why they would invite him here if he was not to speak and guide them? He gave a shrug to himself, and a quiet grunt. It was not his place to question the Inquisition or the Inquisition's choices. He would simply be along for the ride.

The hissing of the vehicle was a signal for them to get out, and he stepped out onto pad C-21. He surveyed the area, realizing at once where they were. He should have suspected they would be using one of the Sororitas vehicles, and his suspicions were confirmed when they stepped onto the Elevator that led downwards to the land vehicle bay.

Adrianne's servitor nearly bumped into him, but he didn't flinch or make way. He simply stepped as he would, making his way in. "If the Arbites had gotten behind that thing, I fear we'd end up exterminating every lower middle class or below from here all the way along the path to our destination." That made him turn to look at the unnaturally tall and pale woman.

He felt something off about her. He had not survived this long without a certain sixth sense. He could have given a witty retort back, but he decided now was not the time. "This world's citizens are relatively civil and uncorrupted," he replied, settling himself down once more in the Rhino. He'd ridden in one before on Dalheim. "Then again, that means about half of them are questionable in their duties to the Imperium."