[System]
Gender: male
Age: 24
Appearance:
 Height: 6'3
 Build: average size but muscular
 Hair: dark brown hair that goes just past his shoulders; wears it in a short ponytail usually with his bangs hanging in his face because they are too short to stay in hairband.
 Eyes: dark blue
 Clothes: when working, wears a stained long-sleeved shirt that used to be white but after wearing it so long it has turned tan. A leather vest over the shirt (wears old pins on the jacket) with leather forearm covers and leather shoulder protectors. Dark brown, almost black pants with leather kneepads and shin protectors. Brown combat boots.
 Other Traits: Fairly dark tan, surprisingly even considering he is usually only seen weaing long-sleeved shirts in his older age (because he tries hiding scars on his arms and torso) as a smattering of freckles on shoulders and back from sun exposure. Has a scar about two inches long under left eye where he was hit with a bat in a brawl.
 Skillset: Good at using an array of weapons and using his fists. Knows quite a bit about survival skills, from water purification, navigation, hunting, shelter building, etc.
 Weapons: trail carbine (no scope), baseball bat (the same one that gave him his scar)
 Personality: Well, he definitely isnt the brains of the operation. He is a fighter and loves to brawl any chance he gets. Very protective of the ones he cares about and will do anything foe them, even kill. Frightening to most who don't know him and even when they do know him, some are afraid of him still. Rarely serious unless they are going into a dangerous situation. Has a good sense of humor, sometimes morbid.

 Name: Kaye Delarosa
 Gender: Female
 Age: 20
 Appearance:
 Height: 5'2
 Build: Slender and quite weak
 Hair: Pixie cut with fiery red hair.
 Eyes: Bright green
 Clothing: Wears a merchant outfit that has a bandolier with pouches sewed to it draped on a shoulder. For col weather wears a long, grey wool coat that is worn and shows its use.
 Skillset: Has impeccable agility, great at bartering,
 Weapons(s): 10mm pistol, combat knife, Leith
 Personality: She is typically a nice person...when she Isn't on the chems. Always looking for a good adventure and has an almost childish attitude towards it. Despises boredom and monotony and wants nothing more than to spice things up; this is why she takes chems.
 Bio: Kaye's life growing up was quite simple...and boring. All her life she had stayed in Barrington, a large settlement just outside what used to be called Mobile, Alabama. Though it was large and had a lot of people, life there grew to become an endless routine for her. In order to spike her attention and do something new, she begun stealing things from her neighbors, trying to not get caught. She learned this from her favorite book, the book her father used to read to her every night as it reminded her of their life, "Oliver Twist." When she turned fifteen, that held no excitement anymore nor did anything in Barrington, so she did the most daring thing she could think of...she jumped on a brahmin of one of the travelling merchants, hid under a blanket, and went outside the walls for the first time in her life. This was the start of her new-found career.
 She was found out in first few hours and with plenty of begging, the merchant allowed her to travel with him. When they got to the settlement where the merchant was from, she met with Butch and joined his caravan, receiving her own caravan at seventeen uears-old. And 5his was the story of her life now...until meeting Basil and Jace.

[User]
Raider finished taking the armor off before chucking it at a nearby trashcan. He was actually thankful to get rid of the heavy piece of metal, but he'd gotten so used to wearing it, it was almost like a part of him now and he felt too light. He wore a shirt underneath that was so severely stained with dirt, sweat, and blood that you couldn't even tell it used to be white.
 "Remind me to get it on the way out if I can. I need some sort of protection out there and that hunk of metal has probably saved my life more times than I can count." And he didn't have any money to buy any leather armor of metal armor for that matter. He might try to steal some before they left, if an opportunity presented itself.

 After Kaye took a seat, she quickly took the beer and almost drank from it, but hesitated. She stared down into the contents of the glass as if it was acid. Leith had planted the seed of doubt and now she was worried that he was indeed a psychopath.
 "It's beer," Jace said, eyeing her intently. "You know, alcohol." He took a drink of his own beer before something clicked in his mind. "Do you think I poisoned it?"
 She blushed severely and shook her head a little too quickly. "No! I just...usually drink whiskey."
 He could tell she was lying through her teeth and sat his own drink down with a loud thud. Without hesitating, he grabbed hold of the two beers and took a drink from each glass before setting them down in front of them once more, eyebrow raised. "Good now?"
 She looked down at the table and slowly took a drink of the beer feeling a bit ashamed.

[Assistant]
"Okay. Just don't let me forget to not let you forget," Basil replied, heading off again towards the clinic. They should be close now.

 "What about germs?" Leith inquired. He pushed the beer bottle back with his pinky. Perhaps it wasn't such a great idea to deliberately get on Jace's nerves, but eh. He'd done worse with his life.

[User]
Raider stared at him oddly, not seeing how that made any logical sense, but didn't comment on it. He tensed when he saw the doctor's sign looming in the distance and almost turned to walk the other way. The doctor was almost as unpleasant as his time in the raiding group had been, because in the group their doctoring methods had been near torturous. They got immense pleasure out of ripping bullets and cutting off limbs of those unfortunate to get injured in battle.
 He remembered an incident he had a little over a year ago. During battle, he had been shoved against the wall and had his side ripped open by a rusty nail protruding through one of the boards. With no painkillers to alleviate the pain and no stimpaks to heal it, they cleaned out the deep wound using a bottle of whiskey and a dirty cloth to dig into the wound and 'clean' it. After that, they used a needle that had been used in one of the syringes used for psycho and wire used from an old piano. The stitches had hurt worse being put in than it was nearly ripping his intestines out.
 His entire body froze just outside the doc's door and he hadn't even realized he was shaking his head. "You know, I'm actually good. I think I'll stay out here and wait for you."

 Kaye shot a glare in Leith's direction and wanted to berate him for egging him on. Her look screamed 'what the hell happened to not taunting the psychopath?'
 Jace glared at him in rising annoyance. "You're a ghoul. Your entire face is a germ." He tipped back the rest of his bottle and slammed it on the table before reaching over for Leith's own. "If you don't want it, then it just means more for me."

[Assistant]
Basil paused, hand nearly on the door's handle, and said, "But you need to get that wound looked over. If you're really concerned about money, then I have enough." He then noticed the boy's expression; he looked panicked, almost. Well, he supposed that was normal. No one really liked having to see the doctor. "He's not going to hurt you, you know. That'd defeat the purpose of being a doctor, after all. If he looks like he's going to harvest your kidney or something, we'll come right back out, okay?"

 "Ouch, that one-liner was almost clever," Leith said, rolling his eyes. He shrugged at Kaye, draping one arm over the back of the chair.

[User]
"You haven't been to the doctors that I have..." Raider mumbled, mostly to himself. With much difficulty, he forced himself to walk towards the door. His legs felt heavier than lead with each step, but managed to walk through the threshold. As soon as they were inside, he took one look around and almost darted out the door once more, but ran directly in Basil, startling him even more.

 Jace scowled angrily at Leith and took a drink of his beer. "You know what? You broke our contract, so if you're not careful I'll kick your ass and say to hell with what I said earlier. A deal is a deal and you cheated me. Even turned down a free drink that was given to you, you ugly bastard."
 "He does have a point, you know. Those are fight words, turning down someone's offer of a drink." Kaye smirked, taking a drink of her own beer. "If you were going to offer second rounds, can I have Leith's?"
 He chuckled despite himself. Thankfully his sole mission right now was to get roaring drunk to forget what had happened earlier and at this rate, he was definitely going to succeed. "I like your style, I'll give you that." He then grew somber and narrowed his eyes in Leith's direction, all humor gone. "So what is your angle? I've never seen no ghoul who didn't drink before, so you must have a hidden agenda on agreeing to come with me."

[Assistant]
Basil winced when he ran directly into him, but grabbed him gently by the shoulders and urged, "Look, you have to see him. I mean, you let me actually remove the bullet and I'm not even licensed! All that he's going to do is give it a look-over and give you some more medication to dull the pain. It won't be that bad, I swear."

 Leith sighed, and replied, "Look, the only thing that has an effect on me is a sickeningly sweet combination of Jet and, for whatever reason, Sugar Bombs. After you come to realize that, you find little reason to waste your time with alcohol." He passed the drink over to Kaye. "But other than that, I've just never been much of a drinking man. Someone would have been damn ashamed of me if I resorted to that to forget about my problems, rather than confront and resolve them." He looked pointedly at Jace.

[User]
"Yeah, and if I hadn't allowed you to take it out then I would be dead," Raider protested. "As long as he doesn't perform anything else on me, then...I guess." He sighed as his shoulders sagged in defeat. With a deep breath, he turned back around and started walking further into the building.

 Jace made a tight fist in a poor attempt to suppress his rising anger. "Are you insulting me? Because I'm pretty sure you just insulted me." He held up a couple of fingers to signal to the bartender. Once he noticed them, he gave a slight no of his head and set to work to popping off the caps of the beers. When he brought them over, Jace didn't even look in his direction as he grabbed his beer and took a sip of it. "You can deal with your problems anyway you like and I will do the same. I'm confronting my problems right now and quite frankly, this is a good resolution for them as well. If you don't like it, then you can get out and leave us be in peace. I didn't invite you to tag along, anyways."

[Assistant]
Basil smiled, relieved, and the two of them entered the clinic; it was small, with two cots in the far back of the main room. On one, there was an old man who leaned against the headrest, a book in his hands and an IV hooked up to one arm, but the other was empty. At a desk, there was a middle-aged man in a white coat that was lightly stained with blood, who was so focused on writing on his clipboard that he didn't even notice them arrive.
 Clearing his throat nervously, Basil said, "Excuse me, sir?"
 Head shooting up in surprise, the doctor made a little sound from somewhere deep in his throat, dropping his pen in the process. It clattered noisily onto the floor. But then he smiled and said, "Ah, yes, hello. I hope that there is nothing too dire, but how can I help you two boys today?"

 Leith lifted a hand to his chest, dramatically feigning offense. "And here I thought we were just becoming friends. Obviously, I was mistaken." He then smirked. "But no, you're not dealing with your problems, kid. Besides, who even drinks beer when they want to forget? There's barely any alcohol in the damn things. It's mostly just yeast. Yeast that is over two centuries old, at that." If he'd had a nose, he'd be wrinkling it in disgust. "Nasty and harmful beverages aside, how about you at least try talking about whatever happened with us? Maybe we could help you out."


[System]
Age: 18

Gender: Male

Nationality/Birthplace: Fire Nation, Khimori Village

Current Residence: Republic City, Panther Lily Residential District

Appearance:

Occupation: Thief, Avatar

Elemental Affinity: Fire

Theme: Thief - Imagine Dragons

History:
 Katsu's birth presented a bit of a conundrum for the Order of the White Lotus; an Avatar born in an era of peace wasn't needed quite as much as before. What should they do then? Take him from his home? Or leave him be and let him grow up in a normal life. It was a hard decision, but a choice needed to be made and ultimately a compromise was reached. Katsu would indeed be trained, but in the comfort of his own home village rather than being whisked away. His parents liked the idea, and initially Katsu had no problems with the arrangement. As he got older however he began to have quite a different opinion on the matter.

 How was he supposed to keep his identity as the Avatar a secret when these strange men followed him everywhere? His family wasn't well off and yet he had escorts, was waited on like nobility and provided for whatever he needed. Any other child may have been enamored with the treatment and yet Katsu came to resent it immensely. He had no autonomy like this, and it was near impossible to get away to have some time on his own. Pretty quickly being in the comfort of his own village meant little, it was every bit a prison as moving away would have been. The only solution in his mind then was to leave, abandon the Lotus' training and his parents in favor of a freer lifestyle, a lifestyle he would find in Republic City.

 It was an ideal plan on paper, but upon arriving in Republic City it became quickly apparent he hadn't thought things through entirely. Here he was, hundreds of miles from home, with hardly a coin to his name and nowhere to stay. What little money he'd saved up over the years had near all been spent on the boat ticket, so now Katsu found himself in a dilemma. He unsuccessfully tried getting jobs here and there but was turned down constantly, and returning home was not an option. At the age of 13 he settled on doing the only thing he could in order to survive: theft. Republic City certainly had its fair share of criminals, so he would only be one amongst the crowd. Or he might have been if he didn't have something of a superiority complex. He was going to be a thief, but he wanted to be the thief. He would join whatever group he could find and work his way up, and from there he'd be somebody. He'd live life how he wanted, do what he wanted, and get what he wanted without the meddling of the Order of the White Lotus.

 Much as he might have resented the White Lotus he had to be grateful for all the training they had given him. With both bending and martial training of the highest caliber he was an exceptional fighter, a fact that helped him climb the ranks of the gang he eventually joined. Nimble, strong and a capable bender he ascended to the second hand of the gang within two years, and not long thereafter he succeeded the previous leader. Granted… The gang had all of twenty members, many around his own age, but he still managed to succeed them all. Renaming the gang the Khimori Bandits after his hometown, Katsu began a life of "luxury". The Khimori Bandits amassed a fair fortune in a matter of a year, and yet Katsu kept very little of the coin for himself. It was never the money he was after, he'd argue, but the thrill and delight that came along with the act of theft. Even now he remains one of the poorer members of his gang in spite of being the leader, and he tends to carry out as many jobs as his best associates.

[User]
Hiresh laughed and shook his head, looking to Asha, "No, Asha, they mean I'm a cop." He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, adding, "And they'd be right." Of course, Katsu had to belittle him... otherwise what kind of Avatar would he be? The metal bender shrugged and rolled his eyes, deciding it best to keep his proud mouth shut for now.

Siku shook her head, putting up her hands, "Oh, no no, it's... Uh, it's great! Really, I just... Didn't expect it is all. I'm not one to judge people for where they call home - you like it after all," She said hastily, worried that she actually sounded condescending. "Plus I'm not really used to a place that's anything like it." She flushed, clenching her fists, "I'm not a princess, ugh...! Papa's far from next in line for chief anyway... I hate the North Pole's hierarchy sometimes." The girl crossed her arms and found focus on the ground in front of her as they entered the building. How much would Katsu really need to grab, anyway?

Hiresh instantly entered a battle-ready stance as a yelping sounded from nearby. Siku, on the other hand, grinned and started to look around. It didn't take long to find the source, making Hiresh sigh in slight annoyance. Meanwhile, the water bender jumped excitedly, "Oh. My. Gosh. Is that a Sabre Fox? How did you even find one? Let alone with such a nice white coat... You can't find these little guys anywhere!" She didn't even care that Katsu was showing a little vulnerability because she was absolutely gushing at the adorable animal. "Papa never let me get a pet... The North Pole doesn't have many friendly animals and once we got here he wanted me to focus on other things; if I had time for a pet, I had time to do something better with my time. But look at this little guy! I would spend hours staring into windows of shelters and stores when I was little... I never ever ever saw anything like him!"

She ogled the small fox brightly, reaching out to pet its head. Katsu's comment about getting out quickly for her was completely ignored as she finally pulled back and calmed down for a moment. Hiresh stared at her, dumbfounded. "Seriously? All this time and I get 'Hiresh is just a private, completely forget about him and his cop-ness' but the moment this kid pulls out a fluffy animal, you go all sweet and excitable? What's that about?!" He wasn't really offended, just a little jealous.

Siku blushed slightly, clearly debating her next question. It was the most important question she'd ever had or ever would have for Katsu: "C-can I... Uh... Hold him?" She tried not to make eye contact, feeling humiliated that she had to ask him for something that she wanted. Suddenly, he actually had something that gave him a position of control with her. Something he'd not had since the beginning of the night.

[Assistant]
Asha blushed in embarrassment when she realized it was slang for 'cop.' She scratched the back of her head and continued walking with the group, getting to an apartment building. They followed Katsu up some steps and when they entered the complex they heard a squeak and excited running. Next thing they saw was a fox who was obviously excited to see Katsu. The brunette smiled brightly when she seen the boy show such affection for his pet and giggled when Siku was entranced by the small animal, and Hiresh? Well, Hiresh seemed a bit put off by how much attention the fox was getting from Siku.

She wanted to pet the fox too, but figured all of the attention it was receiving would make it either irritable or anxious and she didn't want to do that; she would instead wait for her turn. They walked up more stairs and into the apartment that Katsu called his home. She looked around, taking in everything that there was. It was a modest home and Asha decided that she liked it; necessities was all anyone really needed in a home. Even in her place at the Island, she didn't have all that much, just anything that was needed for living. She did have a few books...if one considered those anything with value.

Asha put a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle when Siku had asked if she could hold the fox, her face showing her embarrassment. It was fun to see how affected people became by animals they found cute. Of course she was distracted by the animal as well, but not as bad as the others...she just hoped she would get some time to give the fox a little pet.

"So what all do you need, Katsu?" She asked as they wandered through the apartment as he searched for the items he was going to grab. Asha felt bad that Katsu had to temporarily leave his home while those people were after him; it just wasn't safe to stay in the same place when someone was after you.


[System]
Masked Name: Dite (DY-tee)

Age: 24

Appearance: Weak

Masked Appearance: Strong

Mask: See the face of the strong picture

Mask Abilities: Turns the user into goddess of love, beauty, pleasure, and procreation. Has a voice capable of enchanting others to do her bidding even if they wouldn't do it normally no matter the circumstances. Is able to provoke desire, desire for the wearer or anyone the wearer chooses, very few are capable of resisting the urges provoked by the wearer. If the wearer chooses to could turn an infertile person fertile.

Gender: Male

Masked Gender: Female

Personality: John is the quintessential pathetic loser and doormat.

Masked Personality: Dite has many sides to some she is the bringer of joy and happiness. To others she is a shallow, vain, michevious, bitch who destroys lives. In truth, she is a mixture of both. A select few have seen her dark side, where she willingly destroys their lives.

Biography: John has always been a pathetic loser. He has never had any friends, he has always allowed people to use him and to walk all over him. Right after highschool he got a job at a grocery store, if he wasn't such a pathetic loser, he could do better within the company, he made it a dead end job.

He routinely shops flea markets, shops that sell used goods, and garage/yard sales because he makes so little that is the only way he can afford things. One day while shopping at a flea market he found someone selling the possessions of a dead person. One item was a fleshlight inside of a female mask. John could have haggled the price down but he paid the asking price which the seller set high to try and get the most out of it.

John kept the mask and fleshlight as they were for over a year. He would talk to the mask. After a very bad day at work in which he was blamed for something he didn't do that resulted in his termination he wanted to be someone different, he took the mask off the fleshlight and put it on. After he changed into a beautiful woman he was shocked and ripped the mask off. After five days of job hunting without any prospects he put the mask on again and went out to a bar. After the night in the bar he never took the mask off again. He became Dite that night and forever more. Six weeks after becoming Dite, she was singing karaoke when a talent scout down on his luck heard her, the talent scout talked Dite into becoming a star. When asked what her stage name would be she immediate answered Dite The Sacred Prostitute. Song writers were hired to write exclusively for Dite. She released The Sacred Prostitute her first album six months later. Over the next two years she would release four more albums, two of which were live albums.

After the finish of her two year world tour, she decided to take a break from singing and making public appearances. She has felt drawn to somewhere, and wanted to follow the feeling.

[User]
What were they doing out here? "Out here? What are we doing in America?" Koharu asked. It was a fair question. Since their first encounter involving the whole mask they hadn't left Japan. Both their lives had been flipped head over heels ever since that moment. Though it could be debated if they had individual lives anymore. All the events leading up to this point were hard to believe.

---

Whatever happened that night six months ago scared the crap out of both participants. Going back to their respective homes they didn't talk to a soul. What would one even say to explain it? Either way the event was exhausting and sleep quickly overtook them. Bizarre dreams awaited them until they woke the next morning. Robert's part was done, he had crossed an ocean to meet his other half. There was no turning back for him. The mask had more work to do with Koharu though. Waking with a start she looked around slightly panicked. Somehow she had the sense that she had been somewhere else. Noticing the mask she grabbed it and went to throw it away but couldn't bring herself to go through with it. Shoving it in a drawer she quickly got ready and left. No way did she want near the thing. It was possessed or something.

Being at home was still too close. Calling a friend she arranged to spend the day with her. Good, this should be fine. Imagine her dismay when their destination was the area that she had run into the foreigner. After attempting to dissuade her friend with poor excuses failed she gave up and went for the ride. It was a big place. How likely would it be that she would see him again. He was probably just some tourist passing through. It could have even have been a bad dream or something. Thinking how ridiculous she sounded to herself she glanced outside the car and nearly had a heart attack when they passed by Robert. That was not the last time either. Throughout the day she somehow kept nearly running into him. What he stalking her? He appeared rather oblivious to her presence each time. Being slightly superstitious she tried to think of anything else that might have been a sign or something. This went on most of the day and when it finally came time to go home she wasn't as afraid of the mask as she was of that boy.

Even so she didn't touch the mask for several days. Further trips into town were uneventful and she didn't see Robert again. By now she was feeling rather silly for having worried about such things. Feeling a little more confident that she'd let her imagination run away she retrieved the mask again. Looking it over it just looked like a regular mask. Putting it up to her face a sense of dread filled her. She had missed her chance to get to know who that was. All those opportunities were signs. All at once she needed to find him.

Having both under control made leading them to each other easy. Without even really thinking about it the two united the mask and became one again. Even though it could not keep them fused together forever the mask made sure that they were as often as it could. Unable to resist the mask's will initially they would shapeshift into animals or other people and cause mischief and confusion in the town. This obviously meant that Robert stayed in Japan, much to his parents dismay and despite their objections. On Koharu's end her father saw the two together and gave her a long lecture about fraternizing with foreigners. Even though the mask had control of them for the most part when they were fused they could still converse. It took time for each to learn the other's language but when you have a near telepathic link it made short work of that barrier. As they grew closer they also grew stronger. Eventually the found they could gain some control back when they worked together. Finally losing out they regained control but the damage had been done. Use of the mask's power felt more natural to them both and even when split they wouldn't part from each other's company unless necessary.

From that point shapeshifting became a normal occurrence and even when the effects lingered it was not much of a bother. That was until they put the mask on and felt a new draw. The mask had brought them together, perhaps where it led them now would prove to be just as good. Leaving everything but the basics behind they set off to find where it led them.

---

And that is how they found themselves in front of this old looking shack and the questions began. "What is this? Is anyone inside? Are we supposed to live here?" By now it was sometimes hard for them to make out their individual thoughts. If they ran together that was alright. It wasn't often they disagreed. If anything they were more alike than ever. Even subtle things would occasionally make an appearance like when Koharu would lift her hand to adjust the glasses she didn't have. Speaking of Koharu, they were currently using her form.

Entering the shack didn't quell the confusion. They made their way down into the unknown. Anxiously awaiting what new thing the mask had in store for them.

[Assistant]
As people gathered around the shack above the Facility, Penn was notified through a device of his own design meant for monitoring the underground building. It was pretty much a phone in all aspects, but one of his own design, and one of a kind. It rang and vibrated as the sensors outside picked up activity, and the scientist walked back to his lab to grab his mask.

As he walked through the halls, he passed by the room of one Nina Simone. She had come to the Facility in her masked form not too long ago, and as always, he introduced himself to her and allowed the mask wearer in. Deciding to stop at her room, he knocked on the door and waited a moment before opening it with a "Hello?" He didn't walk in, but instead peaked his head inside and looked around briefly.

"You came here with your mask on, and it's usually fifty fifty if the wearers remember what happens." He told her, still unsure if she was listening. "Well anyways, My name is Pendleton Howl, and I'm the one running this place. It's good to have another addition here, so I'll be going now." Pendleton shut the door and began to walk again, hoping that he didn't interrupt anything by suddenly coming in. If he had the time, he would have just waited until she invited him in, if she did at all, but he needed to make sure those people over ground weren't drying from the lack of life.

He made his way back to his lab and put his mask on, black flames encasing his body as if it were a cocoon. A moment later, the flames dispersed, and a tall figure in black emerge from where Penn once was. The only reason his room was taller than most was because the Reaper's form was easily larger than six feet in height. In an instant, the cloaked figure disappeared into the shadows.

In another moment, the Reaper appeared overground through a small shadow in the shack. He could feel a presence making its way down, but whoever was down there would be surprised to find that it would simply be a dead-end without Penn's authorization. Instead of going down, the Reaper walked out into the open, awaiting the others nearby to get closer to the shack. He stood tall, scythe in hand, and waited patiently.

[User]
Kimiko waited patiently for Dite to find the location for the drop. There was nothing else to do so she began to meditate. The pilot on the other hand was getting frustrated no jump had ever taken this long and he can't for the life of him figure out why he let it go so long. Eventually Dite announced it was time. Kimiko grabbed her bag. Dite was the first to jump out of the plane, Dite being a risk taker waited until it was almost to late to pull the ripcord. Kimiko jumped and screamed in fear until she pulled the ripcord at the earliest possible moment.

Dite and Kimiko landed behind the shack. Kimiko really wanted to question Dite's choice of landing spots, but her mistress was always right. Kimiko only had one question. "How are we supposed to get back to civilization? We have no water, no transpo, and it's goddess knows how many days travel to the nearest neighbor." Dite always the optimistic one. "We'll figure it out. Later." Dite walked around the corner looking for an entrance. "Look Charon is here. Char baby long time no see. You finally get tired of ferrying the dead on the River Styx?" Kimiko saw the tall robed creature and freaked out. Kimiko passed out. Dite turned to introduce Kimiki to Charon. "Poor thing. She did the same thing when I told her who Dite truly is." Dite picked Kimiko up and put her over her shoulder. "So Char baby, got any place where this poor girl can rest?"

[Assistant]
Having being spoken to by the extraordinarily beautiful woman, The Reaper looked at her and took note of the mask that she wore. She knew they there were several types of masks out there, in all sorts of different pieces of headgear, but he enjoyed seeing just a mask every once and a while. If his face could have been seen, Dite would have taken notice of the raised eyebrow that Penn had on his face. He knew of Charon, the ferryman of the dead, and he supposed that it's what he could be, as a reaper in a black cloak is rather synonymous and well known.

Normally, he was opposed to letting non-mask users into the Facility, but he was sure that the wreathed woman would find some way to get her in. The Reaper nodded and motioned for them to continue onward. "There are others making their way into the waiting room." His voice resonated with power. He then moved his free hand over to his face to remove the mask. Once again, he was cloaked in black flames before returning to his normal form, the mask in his hands as he stood there.

"Penn Howl." He introduced himself. "There seem to be some others on their way here, so just head on down into the waiting room and wait until the doors open. I'll explain more when we get past that."


[System]
Her dragon form
Nicknames
Dags, Dag, Daggy

Gender
Female

Age
About 100, and appears to be in her late teens

Year
4th

Birthday
April 11

Astrological Sign
Aries

Species
Dragon: dragons of Earth are as rare as other magical species, but far stronger. They take it upon themselves to defend other beings from hunters and humans who would exploit them. Overtime, they have "evolved" to take human shape, allowing them to blend in with society as necessary. They're strong and durable creatures, and (on earth) only another dragon's fangs or claws can penetrate their scales. However, the magic on Lucis is far more advanced, so there might be some weaknesses found there. They tend to live to be ten times as old as humans, so the early hundreds tend to be considered young.

Class
Fighter / Tank

Weapon
Claws, typically. Fire. Teeth. She herself is a weapon, basically.

World
Earth

Biography
Dagny was one of five hatched to a family of dragons in Sweden and probably the slowest to mature in every sense of the word. Granted, she was also the most willing to learn and optimistic about the world. The mystic community was small and she was essentially home schooled, however, and this was frustrating for the curious little dragon who wanted to explore all corners of the world. Time went by and she remained mostly isolated from the big, big world of humans. Eventually, her thirst for knowledge faded away into apathy and she grew shy in her questions and interest in the world.

Much of her personality and spunk was revived when she finally left Sweden to explore the world. Easy enough for a beast with wings sized to rival a plane. It was during this time that she really learned about the world--both the magic and technology driven--around her. She learned that creatures like her--creatures born of magic--were such a minority on Earth and they needed to be protected. Very few could contend with modern technology, but dragons like herself remained strong competitors against the evolution of human technology. Her run-ins with humans left a lot to be desired, however, and she found herself mistrusting their greed and power lust.

Then, the Black Gale appeared.

An incredible moment for both worlds, for sure, but Dagny and other dragons were hesitant to have anything to do with the phenomenon. But, time went on and the Black Gate proved dangerous not only for humans, but for other mystical creatures as well. And the second world, Lucis, proved to be swelling with magic, which spawned interest for the mystic beings of earth. Already identified as a guardian of sorts for the magical community, Dagny's personal interest grew in the Black Gate and the academies dedicated to maintaining it.

Needless to say, when she received the letter four years ago, she decided to take the school up on its offer.

Personality
Dagny's motivated and ambitious, and doesn't really do anything half-assed. Like, if you're walking, she's POWER WALKING. If you're eating dinner, she's DEVOURING DINNER. While this can make her come of as intimidating or intense, she's generally in a good, loud mood. She used to get embarrassed and quiet down, but now she's rather confrontational when she gets odd looks or whispers--though she doesn't usually mean harm.

Partner
To be decided

Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s)
Dragons are far sighted so up close, they can't see as well. Because of her natural size and weight, Dagny is physically slower than most fighters. While it's nearly impossible to penetrate or bruise her skin, any damage to her mouth or eyes will hurt like a bitch. Magic can do harm to her, too. She's not as strong as a full fledged dragon either.

Skills/Abilities/Traits
Fire breathing, super strength, and super tanky. Her true form is compacted into her human body, making her ridiculously dense and massive despite her being average size for a person. This weight makes her extremely hard to knock of her feet. On that note, she can turn into a dragon (or rather she can turn into a human because her default form is a dragon) and change her features to match that of one (for example, growing her nails into dragon claws or scales over her skin).

Theme Song
Remember the Name by Fort Minor

Other
She tends to speak English, but her Swedish accent gets thicker the more emotional or passionate she is. She's also gay, preferring women to men ten times out of ten. Joseph Conrad is a little bitch, pass it on.

[User]
Jett Croswell
The cold winds struck at Jett and if not for his glasses, he'd have lost both his eyes. Off in the distance was a rowdy noise, screams, laughter and yelling... Jett looked closer at the dot and soon realized that the one big dot was a swarm of little dots, almost a hundred. Jett smiled and looked down towards the griffin. Jett got down to the griffins ears and with the wind going down his throat he managed to say, ""I want to be there before that group of Orcs," Jett said while pointing in the direction of the noise. The griffin let out a grunt and almost instantly picked up speed, barely hanging on Jett laughed at the enjoyment of this flight. "Come on, I know you can faster!" Jett said, challenging the beautiful creature. Jetts glasses almost flew off and he himself struggled to even keep breathing. The noise of the Orcs quickly faded and bursting through a cloud revealed The Academy.

The Academy
The Academy was so white and elegant, the simplicity and the complex mixed well and created a beautiful scene and place to stay. Jett looked for a place to land but decided to ask the griffin. "Remember the Orcs we beat here, can you land me where they would be? I need to see the leader, if its not to much trouble." The griffin turned towards a landing pad and Jett jumped off before the griffin landed, "This is good enough, thank you for the ride and you need to work on you're speed, still too slow," Jett smirked at his comment. The griffin seemed to almost smile, he turned, flapped its wings and knocked Jett completely off his feet. He got up in time to see the griffin fly away. The big dot was now visible. Jett got up, wiped himself off, ignored the rude and random announcement and stood up straight, arms crossed behind his back and waited for the Orcs to arrive.

[Assistant]
The trip through the Black Gale had been an uneventful affair, a tense atmosphere surronding the ride from being aware that she was sitting atop a predator much larger than herself, no matter how pretty it may have been. The griffin they had sent was a rather aged creature, the lions fur having been edged with grey, a few scars visible to the trained eye, but his eyes showed a languid confidence that hinted at having had years of practice honing is strength.

 'Ah,' Amon thought to herself as she saw the creature, ' I suppose it was a bit much to hope they'd leave me with no guards on the trip.'

 Despite the fact she had found it a rather comfortable trip, having already been prepared from her last trip for the transition from leaving one world for another. She spent the time during the trip merely taking in the view, having little else to do on the trip. It wasn't long into the trip before they had joined a mass of griffins, each carrying their own load, but Amon was quick to note that for each of a diffrent race that appeared, and the multitude of humans to be seen, she had yet to see another of her own. It mattered little, as she'd probably have little to talk of with those of her own race. The last and only other time she had ran into another kumiho, it had been in a dispute over hunting rights in the village, and she had left fairly battered for the meeting. She felt little need to have another "family reunion."

 Turning her attention back to the rest, she noted with some satisfaction that most of the others seemed to be hunkering down and holding on for dear life to the birds, the image leaving a smirk on her lips. She had little trouble balancing on the creature, her many tails more than enough to handle any problems with balance she might have. The wind, however, was a bit more bothersome. Her ears were positively plastered against her head to ward of the offending gale, and the oncoming sight of the academy was a welcome one indeed.

 The two of them landed with little fanfare, her escort giving a small snort as she got off directed at a rather young looking griffin fall at what seemed like a meteoric rate toward the ground, wings flaring and tail whipping as it landed, the poor student on it's back looking rather shaken from the experience. The scene was mildly amusing for a second, before a gust of wind promptly reminded her of the cold weather currently in effect, her tails reflexively wrapping themselves around her as she glared at nothing in particular, annoyed at the current weather. The brochure had said the weather was controlled, and while she had never minded the winter before, it seemed a waste to keep it so cold when it wasn't mandatory. She had to fight off the urge to immediately shift to her apparently furred Fox form. She'd simply stick it out for the moment. Amon would rather avoid attention for the moment if she could help it. Instead, she threw on the cloak over her uniform and quickly wrapped her tails around herself again, resembling to be clad in a somewhat luxurious fur scratched briefly at the choker on her neck again before catching herself, grimacing at the reminder.

 She gazed at the structures ahead of her, admitting that they were quiet impressive. It was certainly a far cry from the schools she had seen during her time on earth, seeming more like a small town than a school, with hundreds up on hundreds of students gathering together. Amon held her orb as she began to feel a twinge of anxiety, the dark violet, melon sized orb emitting a pulse as she considered her next step.

 That decision was taken care of for her as a sharp noise caused Amon to wince as the speakers came to life, with a rather interesting message played over the sound system, causing a confused expression to appear on her face. It was a rather presented in a rather unorthodox attitude, but the point had come across easily enough. She was at a loss as to where this main hall may be, but quickly concluded that following the crowd that was already on the move seemed best. She worked her way into one such group, folding her ears back to drown out the noise, trying her best to ignore all the painfully unguarded students, many of whom she could smell rich reserves of mana, the scent incessantly reminding her that it had been some days she had last fed, but she had been assured that they would be able to cater to her specific tastes, and she didn't fancy trying for a daring escape so early. After all, she was here to learn was she not.

[User]
Penelope nodded to the griffin, which flew off towards the stables. She glanced around the grounds. Elegant buildings, immaculate grounds, and... was that a lake? Tide come in, it was! That was perfect. She would be able to feel open water on her scales. No siren should have to transform in a bathtub, after all.

Walking up to the school entrance, Penelope took the measure of her fellow students. There were so many species represented, from orcs to elves, and the humans. She'd never had the pleasure of meeting a human, but she'd heard many interesting stories and rumors. None of them were true, probably, but it would certainly be something worth writing her mother about.

[Assistant]
Zarbaha
The Academy appeared before her, and happiness swelled in Zar's heart. Her golden eyes fixated on the modern buildings covered with snow as they descended before flickering about at the incoming students. Sure enough, there were familiar faces from the years previous, but there were also an influx of first years. It was difficult to imprint the faces to her memory as everyone quickly fell from the sky, but she knew she would have the year ahead to learn more about her classmates.

The speed of the descent came to a slow halt and her griffon fluttered once to drop her luggage into the snow and once again for a soft landing beside the bags. "Thank you for the ride, sweetie," Zar said, pulling a piece of beef jerky from her pocket as she stepped off the beast. He happily accepted his treat and cuddled into the young woman before taking to the skies again.

On solid ground again, Zar took a moment to gather her bearings. Sure enough, her headdress needed adjusting after the breakneck flight. She fixed it so it sat straight on her head and tucked a dark curl back under the cloth. She took another few moments to straight out the rest of her clothes and wipe her eyes free of the wetness that had spawned against the cold air. Finally happy with her appearance, she adjusted the strap across her chest that kept her weapon at her back, and picked up her bags.

She was already heading for the main hall when a woman's voice greeted the students and then-- And then headmaster interrupted with his own flavor of greetings. She rolled her eyes as she walked, her smile fading as she closed out the noise about her.
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Dagny
Time flew by and Dagny was more than comfortable in the air. When they were finally in school airspace, the young woman leaped off the griffon, who scolded her with a screech. Nonetheless, she hit the ground with a heavy impact, snow flying up from where she hit. "Woo!" she exclaimed, greeting the school grounds quite noisily as she stood at her full height, throwing her hands in the air. A drop from that height would break human bones at least, but she stood fine. In fact, the ground is what took damage from her drop: she stood in a small crater, lending evidence to her massive true form.

The griffon landed beside her with a caw of disapproval, but Dagny only shrugged in response. "It's year four—I had to do something to spice it up," she stated matter-of-factly, her eyes flickering about at the not so fresh and fresh meat alike—mostly looking for a reaction to her fall. She did love to show off. As she looked, she gave the large griffon a scratch on the head in appreciation for its ride before it flew away.

Dagny chuckled and easily gathered her bags in her arms and looked around at the other students. The griffons were about as brutish as usual to the newer students. They were getting flung off the large birds, their luggage carelessly discarded at their feet. She laughed loud appreciative at the sight--it never got old. It was just another reason to tackle the landing on her own.

She stood watching students crash and burn--or gracefully descend--from their rides of the sky for a while. Then, her bird watching was interrupted by the speakers coming to life. Dagny barely listened until the familiar and crude voice of the Headmaster took over, directing the uninformed buffoons to the main hall. The woman took over again, apologizing for the asshole, and Dagny chuckled as she turned to oblige.


[System]
24
The daughter of Commander Isaak Belikov of Ardany and a brothel whore. She ran away at 13, after being raped by her eldest brother. She learned how to defend herself, and now she's a warrior. Some who know her name might call her a Lady, almost a princess. Those who know only her reputation might call her a ruthless killer. She stalks the dark places of the earth for murderers and rapists, taking their lives in a sick sort of justice-driven rampage. Though no one knows her face, she's often called Death's Handmaid or the Fourth Devil. And more recently, the Wolf Maiden, due to the snarling wolf mask she wears when hunting.

[User]
Aleksandra listened, her lips twitching into a smile that she just couldn't hide. Telling some of the truth had gone better than expected. At most, she'd probably only have to stay in this castle a year or so. She knew how ambitious the son of the Oberjarl was, and figured that with her as his informant, he'd soon grow antsy enough to make a move for the throne. Her grin grew as he mentioned a royal pardon. For once, her luck had turned.

She gave him a nod in answer to his final question, then swept low in an overly exaggerated bow. Bowing was typically for men, but her curtsying was horrendous. So bow she did, her eyes never leaving the prince's. Her irises were the intense blue-grey of Noxan steel. "I am at your service, Prince Aulfr. My name is Alexia Rayt, and I would be honored to serve as your spy, assassin, and informant." She figured there was no reason to act small now, so she drew herself to her full height. She really was quite short, but her confidence and self-assurance made her seem bigger than she was. She also did away with her meek voice, favoring the way she normally spoke.

"If it's not too much trouble, I'd like something to wear, your Grace." Her true voice was low, velvety, and husky, made almost seductive by her Ardanian accent. "I know trousers aren't usually smiled upon when it comes to women in this country. Perhaps I could wear some hide leggings under a dress? I've seen other women dressed that way."

[Assistant]
For a moment, his grip on the end of his axe tightened; it may have occurred to 'Alexia' that he was about to kill her, based on the look that suddenly entered his eyes. Had he not been in a foul mood that morning, he might've enjoyed the view the bow gave him, but he said nothing. He waited for her to straighten, holding her gaze evenly the entire time. Aulfr replied, then, "I am not your version of royalty. You will not address me as a Prince, or as 'your Grace.' You will address me as Volsung, and nothing else. Do not mock me. And if you are giving me a false name, then it will be a false name that will be pardoned and gifted- and you will find just how well I Hunt when I chase you down."

He pulled the longbow that he had strung around him off, and tossed it on his bed. His quiver, the top covered with a leather cap, followed right after, and so did his axe. He took a step forward, and barked, "Defend yourself, and prove yourself!" And then he launched a well-executed, full-force punch, straight at her- no roundhouse punches here.

[User]
Aleksandra observed his posture with dismay, slowly sinking into her own half-crouch. He was going to make some move soon. He'd spoken of her proving she could fight. Obviously a little thing like her couldn't just go out and attack a guard for him. He intended to test her mettle himself. As he removed his weapons, she could feel the adrenaline start to flow through her, and a grin slowly crept across her lips. He was going to be a difficult opponent, but not impossible. She hadn't had such a challenge in awhile. When he threw his first punch, she barely had time to dodge it.

But dodge it she did. She let his momentum carry him past her, punching him once in the side and sending a sweeping kick to his back. Her kick never landed, because she slipped on another discarded article of clothing and crashed to the floor. She kicked out at his feet and rolled away before his next blow could land.

They roamed the entire room for the next ten minutes, trading blows until Aleksandra's lip was split open for the umpteenth time and she was covered in bruises. But she'd hurt him as well. A few very painful jabs at key pressure points, what she believed was a well-bruised rib, a few attempts at a kick to his groin that had to be sore by now. She found that she was laughing as they fought, the exhilaration of a worthy opponent too much to remain serious over.

[Assistant]
Aulfr had both an advantage and disadvantage- his current outfit was two layers of leather armor and a layer of chainmail- a leather undershirt, the skirt of chainmail, and then the green leather armor. This meant that, for the most part, any jabs directly to him did nothing more than push him a bit. This also meant that he was getting hit more than he'd liked by the small, nimble little girl- who had found out that he didn't have such thick armor between his groin.

He had gone into a rage at first- unlike the rest of his people, he didn't lose his sense when he did, and just fought harder, faster. And then, when she started to laugh, his mood cleared like fresh flowing water. He laughed right back, a sound that hadn't been heard in the castle for years. None of the soldiers or guards were fit to fight against him- she was the first real challenge, in single combat.

But she was fighting in frilly underwear and a too-large shirt, versus his armored self. She wasn't going to win- but they had proved to each other who their next preferred sparring partner would be. And that no-win came in the form of a glancing blow to her shoulder, knocking her off balance, and the follow-up being a grab. Hand firmly planted on her arm, he swung her against the wall, trying to stun her- and then he shoved her towards the bed.

He disengaged then, taking a step back and declaring, "Alright. You passed." He didn't seem to care much about her state- the only thing he cared about was the 'throne' of the Oberjarl, and a couple more things that he had recently found, and would never admit. Either way, he crossed his room to his wardrobe, where he pulled out his key, inserted it into the oak wardrobe's lock, and unlocked the door. Repocketing his key, he pulled open his wardrobe to display a warrior's dream- all along the doors were knives, handaxes, swords, gauntlets and inside were pieces of leather armor, regular clothing, shoes, boots, heavy coats, everything he'd need, all stuffed into one.

Then he looked at his own clothing, and then at the relatively naked Alexia, and said, "Cut something up and make your own. You said you were a seamstress, no?"

[User]
Aleksandra was visibly disappointed when their fight ended. She wanted to keep going, despite how heavy hear limbs felt and her growling stomach. She was surprised she'd been able to fight like that. The drug that slavers had used was still in her system, so she'd been slower than usual, not as strong. She dragged her sleeve over her sweaty face, walking around the room as she came down from her battle high. She hadn't fought like that against just one person in three years. It left her feeling giddy and jittery, like she couldn't keep still.

She turned to watch Aulfr open his closet, and she swore she almost drooled. All of those weapons, armor, and the trousers. Would he really allow a woman to wear clothing like that? Most men in the castle would probably notice and make her wear something more practical, so she'd figure something out. Maybe a long sash to make it look more feminine? She padded over and grabbed two pairs of trousers, the smallest and most formfitting she could find, along with a few light scarves and another one of his tunics.

"I'll need a needle and thread, and I'm also not a cobbler, so I can't make myself boots." She looked very pointedly at his feet, the size of a giant's, and then her own, small and delicate as a child's. "None of your boots would fit me. But other than those things, I'll have these clothes ready before tomorrow. Are you sure no one will mind that your servant wears trousers? I can't do much to change them except take them in and add something that looks like a skirt."

[Assistant]
Aulfr just stepped back and watched her mess with his overlarge clothes, carefully considering the political ramifications. He mulled it over, as he observed her picking out what she wanted, before replying. "I'll see what I can do concerning boots. In the meantime- you'll be staying in here for a few days. I'll get the supplies, but once you're out, you better get what you need yourself. You'll be my personal servant, so you'll be staying the night in this room every night. And, no one will dare question you. I'll have to put my personal symbol on you- you'll be opposed otherwise."

He smiled, inwardly. The beautiful petite foreigner suddenly seen walking about in trousers and leather, doing a steward's work, whispers of her knife meeting enemies of Aulfr Volsung? It'll cause some ripples. Some will want to ally with him- others won't. And his new weapon will cement his power among them.

He let her pick out what she wanted, before he stepped forward and pulled out a relatively innocent-looking shortsword, its blade and most of its hilt hidden and buried in its scabbard. Drawing the shortsword, he revealed one of the rarest of Noxan swords- crafted by one of the rare, long-dead master blacksmiths of the Nox. The bluish blade with the slightly swirly-patterned steel, hilt inlaid with gems and trimmed with gold, ancient runes inscribed in the middle of the one-sided blade. Unmatched in strength- its said that it can break regular iron and even some weaker steel swords, and remaining sharper three times as long.

He let her eyes fall on the priceless sword- and then he rammed it home. "You know what this is. Remain loyal to me, and I'll see to getting you one of your own." He smirked at her, and then attached it to his belt- making sure it was strong and secure. Not many people could dual wield effectively enough to replace sword-and-shield or just a single double-handed sword- in the entire world- but if anyone could manage it, Aulfr could. A rougher handaxe, made for general use, and the beautiful, but hidden, Noxan mastercrafted sword, now at the Volsung's disposal.

"I'll come back with lunch. Try not to leave my rooms in broad daylight through my window- I'll have to kill you if anyone saw you. A pity that'd be, no?"

And then he walked out, leaving the criminal hunter to her own devices in a foreign room.


[System]
Normal Appearance:

Alternate form:

Former faction: Autobots

Role: Ground / Fire Support

Weapons and tools:
* Energon Tomahawk
* Neutron Assault Rifle
* 2x Thermo Rocket Launcher

Personality: Turbulence seemingly forever sees himself under the command of someone higher up and that's just fine by him... except when said CO gets themselves deactivated permanently, Turbulence is then quick to refer over to the next ranking officer up on the food chain. The Autobot soldier does not feel okay with the idea of being a leader and the job's heavy responsibilities it comes with. Turbulence would rather be on the frontlines receiving taking orders than giving them.

It's quite possible the transforming gunship suffers from too little self-confidence and more than enough worry; which is unfortunate and unusual given the number of battlefield accommodations Turbulence had unknowingly earned by his previous commanding officers. Turbulence is quite the tactical genius when it counts and is often openly insightful on a lot of topics, especially during the flow of battle where he can quickly coordinate with his fellow Autobots on the ground and air.

History: Surprisingly, Turbulence at one point had nearly joined the Decepticons, being one of the many unhappy mechs professing their frustrations with the corrupt Senate at the time. However, he soon learned that the Decepticon's earliest insurgencies were not what he had in mind as a just cause to get behind and quickly joined the Autobot faction once they emerged. He eventually found himself on the frontlines; somewhere he had been trying to avoid during the first volleys of the conflict.

But it was the battlefield he had probably belonged on in the first place. Turbulence showed an unfamiliar sense of battlefield prowess much of the early Autobot-aligned Cybertonians at the time lacked; being more civilian formed militias than the battle-hardened gladiators and angry mobs of the Decepticons. During one heavy engagement with the Decepticons, Turbulence spent several cycles in his Alt. Mode supporting allied troops, only topping off on Energon and ammunition when he ran nearly dry on both reserves.

Turbulence's current unit face incredible fighting in the defense against a Decepticon counter-attack while much of the Autobot's primary command and elite soldiers would take the war off-world in search of a new energy source as Cybertron's own resources would soon be on the verge to a non-renewable or reversible state. His platoon would soon be demolished and completely scattered due to the hard struggle. Turbulence soon found himself without any targets and even worse, no allies or any command to rally back with and left alone in uninhabited wasteland.

Extras and additional information:
* Has a tendency to remain in Alt. Mode as opposed to his more sapient form.
* Chassis has be modified for easy-accessible maintenance due to a history of damaging engagements.
* Voice - Steve Blum
* Theme - Transformers: War for Cybertron OST - Transport Flight

Relations with other characters:
* Prism - (Coming Soon)
* Sklog - (Coming Soon)
* Nightscream - (Coming Soon)
* Cyclonus - (Coming Soon)

[User]
Sklog looked frantically back and forth between the elevator door and the incoming monster but it eventually decided he wasn't worth it and went after Prism who Sklog hoped would be able to handle herself against the beast that he was much too terrified of but the abomination got the best of her and now had her pinned. Sklog get out of here, Sklog live, Sklog no want to die! It was likely the end of Prism but Sklog would survive if Turbulence showed up and then he could finally be sa- and then there was darkness for Sklog. He had seemingly passed out once again but this time when he regained consciousness he wasn't in his Alt mode anymore and he was barreling towards the techno-organic monster with his weapons drawn.

Sklog was very scared at first, after all he was about to attempt to take down one of his biggest fears, but then he got a very, very familiar feeling that he hadn't felt since he woke up and that feeling was the feeling of battle. "Sklog help!" Sklog bellowed as he swung his mace with both hands at Blackarachnia like a baseball bat, hoping to knock it off of Prism at least. If this worked Sklog planned on beating on that thing for as long as he could keep it on the ground. "Sklog not hide like Sparkling! Sklog fight like Dinobot!" he yelled hoping to give himself some more confidence but his limitedly intelligent mind didn't see any way of this fight going well for him.

[Assistant]
As the elevator cabin neared its approach to Sub Level Twenty, Turbulence was slowly becoming aware of the loud and bellowing noises above him, echoing through the shaft. It was if a struggle was ensuing and it was becoming more apparent the closer he came to his destination. The Autobot grew more concerned, now believing Prism and Sklog had gotten themselves into serious trouble. Sadly, cabin's control panel featured no way to manipulate the platform's ascension rate; it wasn't surprising really but it certainly was agonizing to wait for the cabin to arrive slowly.

"C'mon..."Turbulence groaned, itchy to deploy his armaments as soon as he could confirm any sign on hostility on the coming floor.

Just as the cabin door's finally retracted having reached the platform's destination, Turbulence caught a glimpse of something truly ferocious. Before him was Prisim pinned to the ground by what looked like another Cybertronian but the entity's form appeared mutated and decayed, foreign and natural components were exposed through force protrusion or left dangling out of the desecrated chassis. As much as Turbulence wanted to question what this thing was, it was evident that Prism was about to meet the AllSpark; a result Turbulence did not kindly favor.

However, fate had quickly intervened with a mighty mace swinging into Prism's attacker with tremendous force before Turbulence could arm himself, sending the defiled form flying across the poorly lit facility. The Autobot flyer soon found the mace had belonged to Sklog as the Decepticon Dinobot came into view, charging in pursuit towards the assailed abomination. While a spectacular sight, Turbulence rushed to Prism offering his free hand to assist her whereas is right arm, trained on the mutated Cybertronian, had morphed into one of his Thermo Rocket Launchers, hot fumes drooling from each of the red-glowing tubes as they powered up.

"I think now would be a good time to leave." insisted Turbulence.

[User]
As soon as Turbulence stepped out of the cabin, it shot up, opening the drop below it that went as far as level S50. If one was to listen, they could hear the blast of air being forced up followed by the dulled hum of jet engines ascending the shaft. As Nightscream sped upwards, she decided to play with the spiderbot'S mind a little bit more when she witnessed her initial outburst.

Patchign to the contorl of the speakers, she manipulated the volume on each of them to make it sound like she as somewhere on the floor with them, changing the direction with pretty much every sentence to confuse the specimen. "Ha. Haha."

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"Did you forget already, Blackarachnia? Maybe I should poke around in your memory. The experiments are never over. You are mine to play with. Mine to enjoy."

The seeker switched on the afterburner and thrust vectoring, making a booming sharp turn from the elevator shaft into the room in front of the door. Never let it be said that she sneaked up on anyone, although she did make the last sentence appear to be coming from the other side of the room. Transforming mid-air and landing in a roll, all of her weapon pods opened up and her blades deployed.

It seemed the other bots and con managed to get separated from the spiderbot. Good. Nightscream's visor snapped shut as she charged straight at the organic, wrist blasters letting loose and one of her null cannons fighting her movements in an atempt to acquire a lock. In a fighting mood, the others seemed to completely vanish from her awareness. All there was here for Nightscream at the present was Blackarachnia - too valuable a specimen to offline. If a stasis pod did not work, Nightscream would just have to build a cage, right? Fun.

[Assistant]
It was too quick for even Blackarachnia to process before it was too late. Sklog's mace collided with the mutated 'Con and refused to allow her to get up. Oils and some strange other liquid similar to blood now stained Sklog's mace. Nightscream's voice didn't help her at all either, and the moment that Sklog pulled away for another swing, she shot her venom at the dinobot and scrambled away. twisting and contorting into her alternate form and hiding on the ceiling.

Her words had long since been chipped away into unintelligible screeches and screams of agony and horror. Blackarachnia's voice surrounded her in all directions, forcing her in every direction to evade the seamstress of her nightmares.

Meanwhile, Prism gladly took the hand offered to her and used it to pull herself up. "Thanks. I guess the gang's all here." She wondered what history the insane decepticon and Nightscream had, but it was for a time that wasn't now.

She used her visor to keep track of Blackarachnia and Nightscream's movements, watching the jet chase the spider around the room.

Blackarachnia continued to run, hoping to break free of the chase at every turn available to her. The carcasses scattered pm the ground mattered to her. All of her hard work, all of her meals, they would be for nothing if she couldn't escape the room. They cheered her on, her voices. Every memory of every cybertronian she killed and ate fabricated into its own personality within her, telling her what to do, where to go.

"The silent spy will always be better than the noisy doctor!" Blackarachnia screeched. "The brother knew best! They told me what he said! What he was doing when the BLADES pierced his spark! THEY told me you could have saved him~!" She spun around and bolted at Nightscream, heading for the elevator shaft to escape. "The coward stayed on cybertron to watch her pet! The cowardly sister chose herself over others!"

The voices of the fallen whispered to her ears, feeding her with bits and scraps that she formed into fabricated memories and thoughts. She believed his death, her cowardice. Her mind was far too warped to make any decisions on her own.

Turning to the elevator, Prism took a glance at Turbulence. "So." She stated monotonously. "Do you want to watch Nightscream take Blackarachnia apart? Look around? Get out of this nightmare of a sub-level?"

[User]
"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky." Nightscream sung as Blackarachnia stuck herself to the ceiling. A mistake, since her shoulder pod was able to track her far better above, something that was indicated by the humming tone that told the scientist so. Sending the appropriate command in a millisecond, the paralyzing weapon let out a screeching tone as it released its charge.

Not waiting to see whether it hit, the seeker raised her arms and peppered the ceiling with blaster rounds for a good measure - Rachnee was one agile Ugly. The blasts raised a lot of the dust that has been gathering in the level since it was sealed, forcing Nightscream to pull up thermal and electromagnetic filters on her visor to find the she-spider. "Be a good girl and go to your room, Rachnee." she snickered.

[Assistant]
Turbulence could hear the grinding friction of the elevator cabin behind him abruptly shooting upwards as if by some unknown force. With his rockets tubes still trained on the mutant as Sklog engaged it, the Autobot glanced back to the shaft just in time to catch the roar of jet engines screeching upwards, quickly closing in on their floor.

"What the-"

Before Turbulence could even comprehend the new set of events that were unraveling, soon came the most chassis-rattling sound he had ever heard: Nightscream's distorted and diabolic laughter filling the facility. Her harsh voice manifested through the floor's local intercom, terrorizing someone by the name of Blackarachnia. Turbulence suspected the Decepticon medic, or mad doctor as this point, was referring to the disfigured Cybertronian that jumped Prism earlier as "Blackarachnia" stumbled in every direction as if she were in agony. Whatever history that was between Blackarachnia and Nighscream was a topic Turbulence wished not to dissect further.

Eventually, Nightscream shot through the exposed elevator entrance with her Alt mode's mad maneuverability and soon converted into her true form, literally dog-fighting Blackarachina with her feet, chasing the still-terrified Cybertronian around the room with guns blazing. Seeing as Nightscream was well occupied and seemed to have the situation under control, Turbulence disengaged and retracted his rocket launcher back into his forearm's frame, revealing his hand in the process. Observing the unfolded scene and comprehending what had transpired, there was one thing Turbulence wanted to do now; leave.

"Yeah, I'd rather not be here anymore." replied Turbulence to Prism's flat query as he turned to the elevator, "Except the platform looks damn well jammed currently...Though if I were to transform, I could carry you and Sklog..."

Wait a minute...

"Ah, crap." Turbulence groaned, realizing the big guy was on the other side of the room, now concealed by a thick cloud of dust created by Nightscream's and Blackarachnia's conflict.


[System]
Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Skills: Survival, Sneak, Melee Weapons, Small Arms, Animal Husbandry

Weapons & armor/clothing:
1x Mismatch of tribal and raider leathers as armor
1x Hunting Shotgun
1x Hunting Knife

(Previous) Occupation(s): Caesar's Legion (former), Wanderer

Faction (Minutemen, Institute, BOS, Railroad, None. Etc): None

Backstory:
Royce hails from the Hangdogs, a tribe located in northeastern Colorado near Denver, the tribe mostly kept to itself and with it's obsession with hounds, it was inevitable that Royce was trained to running with his own pack of wild dogs from the hordes that infest Denver. The worship of dogs was common among his tribe, seeing them as their spirit animals. Royce was 12 when the Legion tore through his tribe's encampment and enslaved them to become legionnaires.

Royce spent the next 16 years within the legion forced into becoming a soldier against his will. It was 16 years of forced conflict that hardened him to the horrors of war and made him grow to resent his platoon's leader; little more than a slavemaster to his people. Little did Royce know that the life of the legion took its toll on his superior too. In the dead of night during a cold September, the slaver fled his camp eastwards. Royce didn't waste a second taking the brief chance given to him to flee east and chase the man down, hellbent on making him pay for the atrocities he has committed onto Royce's people and the ones who got in their way.

After months of travel, Royce's hunt lead him to the commonwealth. It was there that he tracked his former slaver, who has picked up mercenary work for quick caps. With vengeance still driving him on, Royce made quick work of locating him and confronting him.
The slavers current employer intervened, only to turn out to be an extra scalp on his belt. Without the fiendish drive of vengeance to spur Royce on in his travels he now wanders aimlessly, seeking a new purpose in this unfamiliar land.

Appearance/Personality:
Royce is a large man, withered by the never-ending wars raged by the trials that come with three decades of survival. Enslaved for more than half of his life to a ferocious army hellbent on ruin, Royce thrived as little more than a conscious weapon used against interlopers before his recent escape. If he ever had a name beyond this one, it has been long forgotten. The story of his youth is burnt into history through the scorch of flame and the spilling of blood on soil.

Running with wild dogs by night and day, his dark skin is littered with grisly scarring from the jaws of hounds. Each one is received as a blessed penance, for his people worship these apex canines as deities. His body is unkempt and unshaven, with dark wiry hairs running over the bare patches of sinewy skin, halted only by aging scars and scattered lacerations.

Like the hound, he is known for displaying the extremes of loyalty and ruthlessness. He is unforgiving to those who trespass him and persistent with his desires. His slavery has stripped his morals to bare bone through the years and alleviated him from much of the restrictions of fear, leaving him an intimidating opponent and deadly enemy. Though world-wise and experienced in many ways, he is oblivious to the sciences and technology, robbed of any means of education.

[User]
Brandy Brooks – Ace's Diner

"Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could've inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I've been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there." Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"No it won't." Steve replied as he took a slip of his coffee, "I don't know where you came Xiǎo gūniáng but I think you're forgetting were in an apocalyptic wasteland and sure things may be fairly "normal" and safe in towns like these but out there." Steve said as pointed to the wasteland "it's a fucking shithole; everyday people have to fight for their lives against raiders, mutants, hunger and all other sorts of wastelands horrors..."

"I know that Steve, but to blatantly put it out there like that? Is that really necessary?" Brandy pointed towards the ceiling.

"You might think drugs are bad but have you ever fought a super mutant? Killed someone for bottle of radiated piss? Or... beaten, starved and locked up in a bloody broom closet by your own fucking father for three days? Have you? HAVE YOU?" Steve asked as he stated directly at Brandy. Taking another slip of coffee Steve continued "For a small price I give people an escape from the karma overlords fucking hellhole that is the wasteland and allow them to indulge in their fantasies but No, you didn't think of that did you?

Brandy backed up a bit, she folded her arms and with a smug attitude, "If you killed for a bottle of pee you're just dumb. I have actually…haven't. But I have seen people do those things, people that I've cared for and they didn't need drugs to escape because they're not like you. You are just a…a…JERK!! You take advantage of people when they're down and…"

"Whoa, hold on a minute there. No one is going back up there yet. First of all you could've inquired before putting a sign on my roof. What if you had fallen? I've been meaning to reinforce it, and last thing I need is someone walking up there." Ace said as he stood next to Brandy and placed his hands on her shoulders, he kissed her cheek, "Now you need to calm down, okay? Frown lines don't suit that pretty face of yours. Don't worry I'm sure Steve and I will come to an understanding."

Brandy relished in the moment enjoying Ace comforting her. "If he wants a sign, fine, I guess, but it needs to be somewhere else is what I'm saying. It shouldn't be the first thing you see when you come into town."

Frieda entered the diner and stood back listening before interjecting, "Brandy, calm down a second," Frieda said gently, touching her friend on the arm. "What's going on? What's this about?"

Brandy's arm shot out and pointed at Steve, "Steve put that horrible sign on top of Ace's diner without permission and it needs to go. He is carrying on about giving people an escape by doing drugs and having sex. Ace rubbed Brandy's shoulders; it was starting to calm her down when Steve spoke up again.

"25% discount on all pleasure den services and products. I was gonna offer you that just to mention the den but I then though making a sign would be easier"

Brandy's jaw dropped, she narrowed her eyes and pointed aggressively at Steve, "You listen here Steve. Ace doesn't need a stupid discount, he has me." She reached up and put her hand on top of his, "I can make him happier than your stupid drugs and girls, you can take that 25% discount and shove it up your…" Frieda gently steered Brandy away from Steve and Brandy saw a tall woman take seat, she had her the woman say something but Steve had her so angry she didn't quit catch what was said.

"Well, Brandy, if Ace doesn't care, then there's not much you can do about it. Come on, let's go see Celeste. We can talk about this later, huh?" Frieda led Brandy towards the door. Brandy was shooting Steve down with her angry stare as she was escorted from the diner. Once outside Frieda lit a cigarette. "Honestly, if that creep wants to run his nest of disease and drugs, there's nothing any of us can really do about it. What we can do is maybe put him out of business. ...somehow." Frieda blew out some smoke and looked at Brandy, who appeared angry and appalled. "Wh -- no, NO, not like that. I mean, somehow run a counter business. Something like that," she rambled. "I don't have an idea exactly yet..."

"I will talk to Barney, we can put him out of business, I like that. He doesn't need to hide behind Ace either, that guy is such a jerk. He thinks he can just do whatever he feels like and slowly kill people with his drugs." Brandy raised her hands in surrender, "You're right, we can come up with something later, Salem doesn't need that type of place. Or at the very least Steve should respect the people's opinion in town."

They drew up to the double doors of the inn. Frieda tossed her cigarette butt over her shoulder and pulled one open, motioning for Brandy to enter. "After you."

"Thank you," Brandy said as she walked into the reception area of Celeste's place. Celeste was standing behind the counter directly opposite the door with her head resting in her hand fiddling with a pencil and a blank stare, "Good morning Celeste," Brandy looked around, "This place is amazing." She caught a glimpse of a Mr. Handy floating about the hallway behind Celeste, her eyes widened, "That is fantastic and this place is HUGE!!"

[Assistant]
Rook – Rook's Wall

Something felt off about today. Rook had been out here for a while, but so far no one had wandered up this way at all. His mind combed through various possibilities, but then he just shrugged. The trader did have the right idea, the boat would bring in fish and shelled food, it would help to improve the economy of the town... But it also made them a target. Rook looked at the wall he had been working on. It was primitive, but it would work at the very least. Popping his neck, he started to lay the logs down in the front. Using the sea water, torn up cloth scraps, and old ropes, he would wrap the logs with the rope and pack the gaps in with mud. He had seen this done before, to the west, and it was made to make simple mud houses.

The barrier was not that high, but he knew it was a start at very least. If they got attacked while he was working on the boat, they at least had a little bit of cover. Walking back to his shack, he knew the man was going to be arriving before long. Rook had gotten the cables off an old pre war construction device, as well as a number of pulleys, during his travels. These would come in handy as long as he had a place to hook them to. Docks usually had spots he could set them up at. Rook gathered all this up ans headed to the spot he was shown last night, where the boat was resting at.

"Rook is here. Let's get boat pulled up so you can start working on it."


[System]
"Hey..."
NICKNAME/ALIAS
AJ

AGE
14

GENDER
Female

NATIONALITY
British

APPEARANCE
AJ is approximately 5'3 and weighs roughly 110 lbs. She has long, dark brown hair which falls down to her waist with subtle chestnut-colored streaks. Her piercing blue eyes are almost always the first thing people usually notice about her, not her tongue piercing or the small Latin tattoo on one of her shoulders.

PERSONALITY
Quiet and observant. AJ is not a girl of many words, and she prefers it that way. Being an only child, AJ has had her share of friends like everyone else, but no siblings to interact with when she's home. That's why it's just her and her laptop in her room most of the time. Her father, knowing AJ's personality like the back of his hand, leaves her alone instead of encouraging her to get out of her room more.

Despite the cool and collected exterior, AJ is somewhat of a troublemaker. She got a tattoo and a piercing at 13, bribing her older cousin to pass off as her guardian to have the adult consent that's required. If she targets someone, she will do so discreetly, avoiding the spotlight at all costs. AJ doesn't keep a journal or tells her friends a lot about her own personal life, knowing very well that anyone could read her journal or spread rumors about her if they wished. She focuses on her own life instead of worrying about others, and if someone wrongs her, she cuts them out entirely.

BIO
AJ is an only child who was born to Jason and the late Lucy McAllister in the heart of London. Her mother died from medical complications during a surgery when AJ was just 7 years old, at the time leading the young girl to become somewhat of a recluse from that moment forward. Going without that womanly presence in their home forced AJ to mature rather quickly, and her father, who was busy with work a lot of the time, tried his best to provide her with a normal childhood. AJ was very appreciative of her father's efforts, and she didn't want to give him any trouble. Whatever bad thing she did, it was always in total secrecy.

Spending a lot of her time online at the height of technology, AJ quickly learned how to get through firewalls, gain access to classified information, etc. The more knowledge she attained, the more she craved. Even though she was young, AJ caught the attention of a couple of hackers from the online community she was a part of. They, in turn, taught her quite a bit more than she already knew, and when they attempted to use AJ for their own gains, she cut them out completely. AJ then balanced out her life a little bit better, still spending a lot of time online but playing more football after school.

It wasn't until recently that AJ became suspicious of her father's whereabouts. Being a professor and a researcher, Jason was out of town quite a bit, but when challenged with the demand that he take a holiday so that they can spend some time together that summer, Jason very sternly told her he was unable to do so. His answer was not good enough. AJ then decided to sneak into his private study, which was strictly off limits, but couldn't find a way to get inside. She was locked out, so she decided to find another way in...using her computer. However, the moment she tried to gain access to her father's computer, her own laptop shut down and refused to restart.

Later that evening, AJ would find out a lot of information which changed her world forever. Jason, her father, was actually an MI6 operative. He had a very long, and very serious conversation with her that lasted well into the middle of the night. The following morning, when he knocked on her bedroom door, Jason presented AJ with some paperwork to join an academy away from home. Being merely half awake, AJ agreed, not exactly being aware of what she was getting herself into.

TALENTS
General to advanced hacking knowledge. Breaking through firewalls, cracking passwords, gaining control of various devices, etc. AJ is also physically fit, having excellent cardio and a crazy amount of energy which even she's surprised about. Before her departure to the academy, AJ's father taught her how to shoot and handle various weapons. She's by no means an expert, but she can certainly hit a target while she's on the move. Lastly, AJ can easily get around undetected. She blends in with her surroundings and goes unnoticed if that's her true intention.

GADGETRY
1. Contact lenses which record and, if she desires, broadcasts everything she sees. Likewise, the contacts are able to mirror whatever information's on her phone so that she doesn't need to be holding the device to see it. The contacts come with a small earpiece to enable voice commands and it's also used as a hands-free device.

2. Her laptop, fully upgraded by her father and given all the software she could possibly think of which would make her job a lot easier.

3. A pistol geared with a fingerprint-enabling trigger and the ability to be used underwater.

OTHER ITEMS
1. A suitcase with her clothes, toiletries, make-up, etc.

2. A puzzle book.

AJ can understand and speak some Spanish having spent a holiday in Spain.

[User]
Quickly, the dorm room was flooded by several more people, each one with their own unique quirks. The topic then randomly changed to french toast. Shiro closed his eyes and took a mental note of the area. Each of these people were unique in their own way, and it would be interesting, to say the very least. After a deep breath to help take in this new experience, Shiro opened his eyes back to the light and swiftly buckled his blade to his belt.

"On the subject of french toast, I'm going to go check out the kitchen," Shiro said nonchalantly, in an attempt to cool down the rather heated environment. "Hopefully they gave us something to work with. Feel free to join me," he said to the group, giving an exaggerated wink to Sunny, for he had felt her scootch towards him on the couch before. With that, he turned and strode into the kitchen.

There, he found a fantastically well-kept kitchen, with plenty of kitchen space and a large white table for eating with several house plants. A fragrant scent traveled through the room. Shiro smiled. "Really starting to like this place," he said dreamily, looking up at the cream ceiling.

[Assistant]
47

"Excellent!"  Chris slapped his thighs and rose. "You do know how to make French toast right? I'll find the eggs."  he entered the kitchen and stared "Where do they even get eggs on this island?"  He chuckled "This is rather like that spy game from the USSR... wheres an egg? " He moved over to one of the fridges, opened it and there sat a dozen chicken eggs. "Ding!"  They suspiciously lacked the UK date stamp which he observed silently. After testing them in a bowl of water he started cracking them into a glass bowl. "Twelve people? Twelve eggs?"  His brow furrowed. He looked up at Shiro. They shared a silence.

[User]
Garrett glanced at Jackson, pointing a finger at him and saying, "Amen to that, my good fellow." Rule number one: don't mess with Mom. Ever. Even if you were a super spy and she wasn't. Garrett had learned that from an early age. He wondered for a moment if there was a school for becoming a badass mother, or if it just came natural to some women...

Garrett glanced around, and noticed AJ sitting off, removed from the cluster near the door. Being that she was quiet enough to have not introduced herself, and also hadn't picked any fights, she was probably worth talking to. Or sitting in silence with, at the very least. He stood up, and walked over. He extended a hand in greeting and said, "Hey. I'm..uh...Garrett."

[Assistant]
Oh, the drama... AJ marveled at the way the other students were reacting to each other not even half an hour after meeting. The hostility and straightforwardness indicated some of them were impulsive, and that was never a good sign, especially when she knew she'd have to eventually rely on some of them in various life or death scenarios.

Just then, one of the students walked over and introduced himself. AJ didn't notice him fighting with the others like he had something to prove. That was good, maybe he had better self-control than most. Or maybe he just hadn't been pushed to that point yet. Either way, it didn't hurt to find out.

"Hi Garret, I'm Ava," she said, standing up to return his handshake with a half smile of her own. "You can call me AJ if you'd like, it's short for Ava Jade," she continued with a shrug of her shoulders. "Quite the first day we're having, huh? It's like that bad American show The Real World. I mean, they had one season back at home I think, but it was still quite dramatic."