[System]
Appearance:
(instead of the outfit in the image, he'll be wearing a white dress shirt, black dress pants, black dress shoes, and a black tie.)
Age: 19

Power: Smoke Conduit As a Conduit, Taka is able to hit harder and take more hits than a normal human being can. Also, he can jump from high areas without taking damage and self-regenerate from damage within minutes. However, this does not mean he is impossible to kill. If he takes a substantial amount of damage, he CAN be killed/defeated.

Bio: One night, on the way back to his apartment, Taka decided it would be faster if he went through an alleyway instead of taking his usual route home. Halfway down the alleyway, he finds what seems to be a rather expensive shard of a gem lying on the ground, it being the color of ash with flecks of a fiery red. Upon touching it, however, his entire body gives out on him as a sharp pain starting from his hand flows through him, knocking him unconscious. He wakes up a few minutes later, feeling fine at first. Unfortunately for him, three members of a local gang show up as he recovers, looking like they wanted to beat him up for fun. The next ten seconds for Taka are a blur, taking all three of the men out by accidentally launching a smoke grenade at them from an extended hand. Very curious of what else he could do, Taka did everything he could possibly think of that would involve smoke. He quickly learned how far he could push his physical limits.

[User] The world was in chaos. There had been a major battle between Heaven and Hell. It was hard for humans to know for sure which side one. Rumors flew widely. No one knew for sure what the truth was. Some said that the demons had one and the Angels had been destroyed. Others said that Lucifer he been destroyed and the demons had gone into hiding. Neither side seemed interested in explaining anything to the human that had survived the battle. They were left to try to rebuild some sort of life.

[Assistant]
Will sat in a lecture hall tapping his leg impatiently at the University of Chicago while his professor talked about his latest findings at a dig site in Egypt. It concerned a location important to 18th dynasty of Ancient Egypt, a rather interesting, yet brief period where Egyptians went from a polytheistic religion to a monotheistic one due to the actions of one pharaoh. There was a huge shift in culture easily seen in the art with more elongated, alien bodies that did not seem to be truly human. The god they worshiped, Aten, had been around for a while but only gained popularity for that period of rule, before things reverted right back to a more traditional polytheistic culture. Aten was first described in The Story of Sinhue where a man rose up to the sun, Aten, and merged with it. Will shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This topic would normally fascinate him, however given his own present circumstances it hit much too close to home.

He could feel it swirling around inside him, burning through his veins like lava, calling for its release around the world around him. A bead of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose and dropped with a barely audible plop onto the paper notebook in front of him. He rose suddenly grabbing his things and headed out of the room, ignoring the feel of the professor's eyes on the back of his neck as best as he could. 'I will have to explain that to her later. And think of some sort of explanation that she will accept... again. Damnit!' He ran over to the nearest restroom, stuck his head under the sink and turned the cold water on as high as he could. He yelped as the initial shock of cold hit his head and sizzled atop his skin. He rested there awkwardly letting water the cool him off. 'This can't go on. I have missed so many classes, my GPA is the gutter, and I KEEP LIGHTING THINGS ON FIRE! I wish I had never seen that damn rock. But the worst part by far... I almost want it all to bur-' He cut off the thought quickly and pulled his head out from underneath the sink, shaking his hair slightly to get out some of the droplets. 'I have to get out of here.'

He moved into his father's old car and instantly felt better. While his father had passed away, when he had first entered college after a long bout with cancer, this car was a core piece of his father's identity. Perhaps it was the memories that they had shared inside of it or the way that nothing ever seemed to get out the scent of his father's constantly over-applied cologne, but it never failed to make him feel better about what was going on in his life. Still, he knew it was a temporary reprieve at best and that the flames would escape him some way or another. He started the vehicle, and moved out of his space heading towards a relatively secluded spot by Lake Michigan. He cranked up the AC to its coldest setting and blew it as hard as his car could. He pulled off to the side of the road and hurried down to the shoreline. He nervously looked around and pulled off his clothes folding on the ground. He quickly entered to cold water and waded out past the point where his feet could no longer touch the ground. He dived down into the water and finally let go his barely held control of the raging hell-fire inside of him. Heat blossomed out around him boiling it around him, the heat sustained itself for two minutes before it stopped. He burst his head above the water and gulped down as much air to his empty lungs as he possibly could.

He swam back towards the shore, still panting, and put his clothes back on still sopping wet. If he had left them on, they would have been destroyed almost instantly. He sat down on the shore line and put his head in his hands. This was only a temporary measure, the need to release the flames came more and more frequently. It was a only a matter of time before someone got hurt around him, and he was not sure that he could handle it.


[System]
(Drawn by Black Death himself!)

Gender: Male

Race: Chalcionese

Age: 32

Personality: Marius is an incredibly brave and courageous warrior. He is also very cautious as well as peaceful, sociable, incapable of jealousy, quite openly humorous and easy-going, but yet considerate and aware of other people's needs.

Biography: Marius was born from a rich and noble family in Chalcidivia. His family managed to afford military training when he was at a young age, serving the mighty King Akakios. He was a very good soldier and was great a fighting with a whole variety of weapons. It was in there that he would meet Octavius and Prince Alexander, whom he befriended. His friendship with Octavius was selfless, as he wasn't bothered when Akakios named him the general of his army, whom he gladly accepted the title. He had then served his king well and made several successful campaigns.

Equipment: Marius's suit armor is made of iron and usually carries a fancy spear, a backup sword, and a dagger. He does occasionally carry a bow or more preferably a crossbow.

Skills: Marius is a powerful warrior and an expert on many weapons, including; Swords, Longswords, spears, daggers, bows, crossbows, etc.

Other: His family includes a wife and a son. He weighs 200 Ibs and is 6'2". His hair color is also light brown and his eyes are a hazel brown.

[User]
Inception

September 27th, 5000. It was night, and a blanket of darkness has already covered the land of Chalcion. One could see the vast expanse of green fields, stretching as far as the eye can see. These fields covered the central part of Chalcion, and were a place where wild animals like to congregate to eat and drink. However, most of the land's animals were sleeping, with only smaller nocturnal critters wandering about. These fields are also locations of burnt Chalcionese villages, which have fallen victim to the wrath of the Hadrianites. Houses turned to ash, smoldering burned hay, the corpses of domestic animals accidentally killed during the village burning, as well as dead people - all are testimony of the ruthless tyranny of Emperor Hadrian VII, a man of vice, who above all else desires dominance, authority, and power. He did not hesitate to hack down innocent villagers, who had never wronged him, only to rob them of their provisions. Since King Akakios boldly declined to be a vassal to such a tyrant, he paid a bitter price, but left all his hopes in the hands of one man that he trusted more than many others, since his son too was captured. This is all the cold, bitter and cruel truth of life: the strong prey on the weak, the weak cannot fight back.

The Chalcivitas knights have spent the year scouting around Central Chalcion and seeking aid up north and in the south. They made sure that most of the villages and minor cities of Chalcion were intact and unspoiled by the Hadrianites, but Chalcivitas was still surrounded. Its people were being interrogated, tormented, even slaughtered, in order to accept the dogma and the tyranny of Hadrian VII, or give information regarding Chalcionese commanders. Among those was the heir to the throne, Alexander, who was captured for interrogation and was being forced to submit his kingdom to Hadrian. Stubbornly, Alexander clung to what his father told him, not losing hope that eventually, the men of Chalcion will have rallied to become strong enough to drive the attackers out of their capital.

The Central Chalcionese soldiers were prepared to take back their capital once and for all, with determination, and some aid from cities that either withstood or didn't see the attack of the Hadrianites. Word spread of the genocide committed by the Hadrianites, at Chalcivitas, Fort Agaroth, Analima and Tentaclus especially, adding even more hatred toward the indiscriminate Hadrianite troops. They were currently stationed at a now cleansed Fort Agaroth, awaiting to rally up and march on Chalcivitas.
Octavius, the new leader of Chalcion's troops, was inside his tent in the camp just a few hours away from Chalcivitas, sitting by the entrance, smoking a pipe and looking out to the sky. He knew that he could delay no longer with a march on Chalcivitas, because retaking it would be very influential and may as well turn the tides of the war in Chalcion's favor. It would also mean freeing Alexander, if he was still alive. According to reliable messengers, Alexander still languished in Chalcivitas, which meant that he may yet be alive and that he could still be saved.
Octavius missed Alexander very much. More so because the two argued on the same day that Hadrian attacked Chalcivitas. He greatly wanted to see his brother again and take back the rash insults and ill words he said to him in anger, because now he was close, so close to losing him forever. He would not allow himself to let his family, or anyone else who were his countrymen to die cowering, afraid of the very air they breathe. He intended to summon up the courage of his men and make them more willing to fight for the freedom of their land.

[Assistant]
"Gods above, why are my legs so short? Go faster dammit!" Rozalia thought to herself angrily, brow furrowed in determination as she tore through the camp, arms pumping as her legs carried her as fast as they could go. Octavius needed to hear this information as soon as possible, but just as luck would have it, some bandits cut down her horse. Bastards. At the very least they wouldn't be bothering anyone else again, not if her swords had anything to say about it.
"Out of my way!" She practically bellowed at what she was certain was a superior officer as she barreled around the corner, wincing slightly at the angry yells from behind, but ignoring them anyway. There wasn't time. Lives could depend on this information.
After running full pelt for a good hour or so, she finally reached the commander's tent, in the centre of the camp. Legs trembling uncontrollably from the sudden stop, she approached the entrance, only to be pushed back by one of the soldiers positioned there.
"It's late, soldier. Why do you approach?" He began, looking down on this lower ranked woman with stern eyes.
"I have - information." She said between panting breaths. "And - I don't - give a damn - how late it is." She growled in response, momentarily forgetting herself - not that you could blame her. She was exhausted, having been at the city for a good few days, spying on the various different guard patrols in the city, practically running back without stopping, and was still suffering untended wounds from the run in she had had with the bandits. Cuts on the arms and side, they weren't particularly bad - unless you'd been sprinting a marathon with them, that was. Turning her gaze now to Octavius, still panting slightly, and blood still dribbling lazily from her light wounds, she stepped away from the guard. "It's in regards to the city, and the patrols. And your brother."

[User]
After taking one more puff out of his pipe, Octavius lowered his pipe back into an ashtray he had put inside his tent after he witnessed the young woman arriving to report something. Obviously she was travelling on foot, and hence, she was very tired. Moreover, she was lightly wounded in the process. It was her duty to scout about Chalcivitas and report about the position of the guards on the walls of Chalcivitas, which would aid in the reclaiming of the city the day after this one. It seems that she succeeded, but without her horse. Nevertheless, Octavius had no time to bother with such things, and he listened to what she was saying, after she spoke to a soldier who was on the night watch. She explained herself by speaking about the Hadrianite security in Chalcivitas and how it could be dealt with, but also news which interested Octavius more personally, regarding Alexander, his brother, fellow prince of Chalcion...
"Alexander?" the young commander asked: "Tell me everything you know."

[Assistant]
Pushing past the displeased guard, Roze saluted and bowed in front of her commander. This was the first time she'd even been close to Octavius, let alone talk to him. Although she had joined his troops ever since the beginning - ever since that bastard Hadrian had shown up with his masses of soldiers - she had never really expected to do anything worthwhile, other than kill as many of those motherless sons of whores that followed Hadrian as she could possibly manage, before wounds or exhaustion take her. And yet, here she was, talking to the Commander, with potentially game-changing information for their side. And, oh what information it was. It really paid off how she could pretty much disappear in the shadows.
"Commander. While spying in the city, I managed to overhear talk between the guards. They were being rather generous with spouting out information through boasting. After a few drinks, they'd pretty much spilled where the Prince was being kept. He's not in the prisons, like we first thought. Hadrian's keeping him in the palace – third floor." She began, beginning to regain her breathing as the adrenaline from the run died down slightly. Rozalia's legs practically screamed at her in pain, but she wasn't one to complain. Worse things could have happened to her.
"I was also able to mark down the guard patrols on the walls. The sewer entrance I used to come and go in is in a fairly deserted area – there's only four guards patrolling there, coming by every three hours; two for day, two for night. The idiots aren't even replaced for meal time." She added with a scoff, shaking her head slightly. Hadrian was being rather complacent with his win. It was as if he'd forgotten that an army led by Octavius himself lay just beyond the walls.

[User]
Flaming hope glimmered in Octavius' gaze, knowing where his brother is kept. Getting inside Chalcivitas itself via the sewer tunnel which Rozalia spoke of would mean that the Chalcionese knights had to perform an infantry assault, leaving their horses aside. This would demand a greater deal of stealth and light armor, so that they would not be so easily heard. With guard positions marked, they would have a clear idea of what pattern they would use to wipe out all the Hadrianites within the city walls. Octavius was more ready than ever to show Hadrian to assert a point: his armies were far from invincible. It has been proven thus far by the resistance shown to his attacks on the southern holds and Canonfire hold, to the north. Out of his own experience, and what Rozalia has told him just now, he learned that Hadrianites are truly devoid of any honor and that they did not value freedom of expression as a sacred right of every individual, if used well.

Rising to his feet, he could see that she was struggling to stay on her feet and that she was lightly wounded while making her return to Agaroth. With sympathy, Octavius responded to her: "I thank you for the trouble you have gone through to obtain this information. When we make the move to head to Chalcivitas, you will show us the carvings, but for now, go down to the medic's tent. You need to heal those wounds."
He then looked at the guard who was standing in front of the tent and said: "Guard, help this lady to the medic's tent. She is not at her strongest now."
"As you wish, general." the guard replied, then leading Rozalia to the tent where the wounded usually received proper treatment.
Pacing around his tent, Octavius decided that it would be best to speak to Marius, the other general of Chalcion's troops, about the possible methods of freeing Chalcivitas. He exited his tent and went to find general Marius' tent. Walking inside, he greeted him by laying a fist onto the right side of his chest: "General."

[Assistant]
Rozalia could hardly help herself, darting a triumphant grin at the disgruntled guard as he escorted her to the medic's tent.
"You watch yourself, girl. Just because you're quiet doesn't make you a good soldier. Nor does it mean you have the right to talk to your commanding officers as if they were underlings!" He gave her a slight shove in the back as he said that, stalking away as soon as the medic's tent was in sight.
"Bastard." She muttered under her breath, limping the rest of the way. "Back home, you would be my underling. Have you living in the mud like the pig you are..." The threats were quiet, and made completely in jest, but made her feel better anyway.
Thankfully, the tent was empty other than one of her more idiotic comrades that had shot himself in the foot with a crossbow, so she was seen to swiftly. In no time at all, she was bathed, bandaged, in a cot, and wolfing down a meal as she shared her stories of the city. After hearing she had returned, some of her 'co-workers' had paid a visit, bringing with them plenty of mead and questions. She'd been quite happy to oblige, the mead keeping her awake as her adrenaline eased off.
"Did you kill the bandits?"
"Did I kill the bandits? Of course I killed the bandits, you dog." She chuckled, after having recounted her more than eventful escape from the city. "I wasn't going to just let them walk away after they killed my horse and attacked me. It didn't help that they said they wanted my 'purse'... if you get what I mean." Her voice soured somewhat at that last comment. Honestly, even when it came to war and death, all some men could think of was their cock.
"What did you do then?" One of the soldiers asked.
"Well, they wanted my... equipment, shall we call it? So, I happily obliged and gave each of them one." She paused, smiling as she downed the remainder of her drink. "I did have to remove certain parts first though."


[System]
Age: 700
Appearance: Yellow eyes, nearly white skin, long back hair.

World of Origin: Blood Compact/Hell's Coffee Lounge

Personality:

Distantly loving and peaceful. Lonely. Highly values 'family.' Loyal to a fault. Clings to morality but certainly walks the line. He has to drink blood and this of course causes moral conflict. He is protective of those who cannot defend themselves, particularly humans who usually get the short end of the deal with vampires. Although he is actually very pretty to look at, he knows he doesn't look human and more often terrifies mortals.

History:

Mithias was oblivious in his own world, fighting the eternal war between vampires and humans with the goal of establishing and maintaining balance between them. Some might say he was merely perpetuating the war itself and delaying the true peace that would come from one side gaining final victory. He had been at rest in his father's house when he awoke to find himself in a completely different environment with Lydia. he knew he had enemies on both sides but he never suspected...

Long ago he had been a Templar Knight, one of the last, and watched as all of humanity seemed to revolt against itself as the Inquisition hit. He owes the one that turned him, the one who in essence freed him from such mortal concerns and allowed him to save his former wife and child. Mithias has ever since been vigilant against corruption whenever an organization grows too big and powerful. He rejects blind faith. He entertained himself with protecting his descendants from the shadows for many generations, and since has become considerate of all humans, retaining a sense of kinship with them.

Eventually humans developed sufficient technology to potentially destroy the masquerade and threaten vampires directly and war broke out. One insane oldblood vampire named Magnus rose up to unite the vampires and take over, but he failed. Mithias had joined the resistance and had a hand in creating the "Soldier" organization which maintained the peace post-war. But the battle never truly ends.

Vampires:

Each bloodline has unique attributes. Mithias is harmed by Christian/Jewish holy things, but that's not always true with other vampires. He's ok with silver and can endure sun, but the light does dampen his senses and slow him down. He can heal rapidly and recover from injuries that would be lethal to a living creature. He doesn't technically need to breathe to survive, but he would probably pass out without oxygen eventually. Blood fuels his strength, power, healing, speed, enhanced senses. If you pierce his heart, he'll "die" but he might heal back and rise up again once you remove the object from his heart. You'd have to also chop off his head and/or burn his body to prevent that.

Abilities:

Mithias' mainstay defining ability is his complete control of his own mind. He cannot be spoken to telepathically, affected by illusions, mentally controlled, emotionally manipulated, or have his mind read in any way by any supernatural being. His mind is stealthed on the psyonic radar, a black void. In shielding himself this way, he has also negated his own ability to telepathically read others.

Mithias has some limited psychic control over heat. Think firestarter, pyrokinesis, but he can also remove heat from a substance. This power requires willpower and focus, and the amount he can do with it depends on how much focus and intent he can muster. He is easily capable of putting out a candle from across the room. He could potentially walk through a burning building without being burned, depending on how much of an inferno it is in there. He could suddenly redirect a flame thrower's fire to save his or another's life, melt a computer's motherboard, light his swords on fire to fight, generate light with a flame in his palm, ignite something flammable nearby, keep a person warm in a cold environment. He's not going to be able to stop an explosion, because it occurs too fast, but maybe he could shield off some of the heat from it if he's that close. Mithias could potentially be capable of creating a fireball or wings made of flame if he's extremely motivated and has fed recently enough.

Other: Mithias is fast and strong, but not as strong as a lot of other vampires. His bloodline is big on mental abilities and less physical. That being said, he has mastered dual-wielding swords and can fight using technique and speed mostly.

[User]
Resident Evil Verse- Compound
Mentioned: @VitaVitaAR @Raineh Daze @PKMNB0Y

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You really think we're going to keep money on hand in the middle of an apocalyptic crisis? Where would we keep it in the first place? And why would we keep it instead of using the area to store something more practical?

Sol narrowed his eyes at the girl and her whining. "Shit, if I knew you were gonna whine about it…I'm not your accountant, how am I supposed to know?"

Claire then coldly turned to regard the other heroes, leaving Sol hanging on the deal. The mercenary stared at her speechlessly.

Did she just ignore me? he wondered.

Goldilocks (you have been nicknamed) then laughed at him in a rather condescending manner.

The entire reason we're here is to help with things like this, Goldibanne thinks it's awfully rude to demand money~

Sol cocked his lip dismissively at the weird doll girl. "If it bothers you girl, then how 'bout you mind your damn business? I never said I was a nice guy. I am Sol Bad Guy. It's in my last name."

Figuring that he wasn't going to get cash out of the mission, he tilted his head to the side and an irritable hiss escaped from between his teeth. "Shit…all right. I'll help you with your problem, but I'm calling this a loan. I'll be charging interest until you pay me back. A big tough guy like me has to eat and I got my own bills to pay."

Claire then was on the phone and Sol eavesdropped on her conversation. It was something about an armed and crazy son of a gun.

Should we look into it, or do you want to deal with it? You can deal with the infected fine, but I'm not sure how well you can handle a possibly-crazed armed lunatic…

"That's basically what I am, so I don't see how dealing with another one would be that big of a deal."

When doll girl chimed in: Goldibanne can solve that problem…

Sol peered over his shoulder to watch her twirl and dance away. "It's better she goes. I would have just added psycho to your tab." (talking to Claire)

[Assistant]
Akuma, Supreme Master of the Fist
- 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi

The black-haired man -Kagura Mutsuki, his name was- accepted their assistance, on the condition that they refrain from slaying his opponent. While Akuma found the request questionable, given the circumstances, he would have to wait until after the battle for an explanation. Now, the three of them were currently clustered together, all facing their opponent. Unless they were to re-position themselves, his companions would only serve to get in the way. Thus, Akuma did the sensible thing.

The martial artist widened his stance briefly, causing a roiling crimson aura to envelope his body. Akuma then raised a single knee, and the aura vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Ignoring all common understandings of locomotion, the warrior's body suddenly surged forward whilst remaining motionless. At first, it seemed as if Akuma intended to ram into the red-haired girl, only for something entirely different to occur. The technique had rendered his body intangible, resulting in the martial artist simply going through his opponent.

Once he was behind his opponent, Akuma became corporeal once more. With not a moment's delay, the warrior aimed a low roundhouse kick at the girl, intending to strike the back of her knee. A simple, albeit effective strike, capable of unbalancing most foes.

[User]
One of the two guards stepped closer with his flashlight. Mithias could easily hear the conversation on the radio in his hand. He walked past the pile of weapons and told his friend to check them out while he dealt with the newcomer. Shining the light on Mithias, he immediately jumped when he saw the skin color, the eye color... Keeping his gun ready and putting on a brave facade, he spoke, "Sir. I don't know why you look like that, but to me, you look infected. Now I don't know what's going on with you, and why you'd be able to talk, but I can not let you into this compound if you're a risk for us. You make one sudden move, and I'll be forced to shoot ya."

Mithias blinked. "It's alright. I don't need entry into your compound. I only request an exchange of information. You humans have to do what you have to do, and I understand that."

The guard swallowed. This guy just admitted to not being human.

Mithias continued unphased. "Who is in charge of this place?"

The other guard commented on the pile the stranger had brought. "Jesus." It was a nice stash. Ammunition was precious. Of course, he had heard what was being said by the other two and promptly interrupted them. "Now hold on." He walked over as well with an authoritative stance. "... Sir, I'm afraid we don't know you and don't exactly want you to know everything about us. We've got questions for you too."

Mithias saw how his arms twitched, the way he was holding his weapons, and like an old knight, he knew this opponent was getting ready to pull something.

"Now get on the ground. Now. I'll tell you when you can move."

Brows furrowed. This was going a little too far. Mithias wasn't prepared to reduce himself to helplessness and hissed under his breath. The street was open and windswept behind him in the darkness, pavement glimmering like seawater in starlight. Disappointed, he slowly began to turn away.

"I said don't move!"

A shot rang out, and Mithias dropped to the ground.

"Ted! The fuck you doin?" The one guard thought Ted had overreacted.

"Shut it. You want him bringing more?" Ted replied scathingly.

Gun ready, Ted approached the still and lifeless form of Mithias. It was the last thing he did.

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Claire's radio chirped back at the compound. "We need backup! Ted's a gonner!" A frantic voice was heard as the other guard retreated back behind the gate.

[Assistant]
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The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi - Hanging Gardens
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The man, who introduced himself as Kagura Mutsuki, accepted the situation he was faced and agreed to Alex and Akuma fighting on his side.

The redhead enemy dashed forward for a quick slash at Kagura's neck. Kagura responded by pulling his sword from the ground and kicking it upward, parrying the woman's attack. Meanwhile, Akuma raised a leg and, to Alex's understanding, shifted his position by passing through the woman all the while holding that particular posture. The virus figured that move somehow made Akuma incorporeal until he let go of the pose. A phenomenon that defied multiple laws of physics. Akuma's next move was a roundhouse kick at the back of the redhead's knee.

With two fighters on the woman's face, Alex stood in his place motionlessly so as not to get in the way and patiently watched how the fight would turn out. He would prefer if he did not have to fight so he would have reserve energy for the next battle they would inevitably have as they hunted for these 'distortions'.

[User]
Orient Town

"Why is this happening to me?!" The plaintive cries of a rather distressed Tailred rang out as she repeatedly dodged this way and that. Given that she was in an enclosed space with quite a few rubble and didn't want to use her sword on the quite frankly in-the-right if somewhat overeager catgirl, Taokaka got quite a few hits in with her claws. Strangely enough though, the costume didn't get ripped to shreds where the claws had hit but caused sparks to fly about, much like how action worked in certain sentai shows. "Guh..." Still, the hits had HURT. Stumbling backwards with a huge grimace on her face and clutching the areas hit, the magical girl responded in kind. "Tailred Emergency Technique!" Blurting that out, the girl focused so that her twintails lit on fire before venting off hot air through the hair ornaments to perform what was essentially a fancy augmented headbutt.

[Assistant]
Before Ted could physical react, Mithias pounced up from underneath him. Ted was grabbed under his jaw and lifted off the ground by a clawed hand as if he were a bale of hay. His rifle was swiftly torn out of his hands, leaving him defenseless in shock. As he looked down, the color drained from his skin. The face of the devil himself glared up at him with glowing red eyes and fangs like a mad dog. The sight sent the only other guard sprinting back into the compound.

Mithias could have eaten him. He wanted to, but of course, another part of him didn't want to, crying 'not yet' to his darker half. Patiently, it stayed, agreeing to abide, for now, on the agreement that a promise had been made. Dealing with his nature was like a continual negotiation. Mithias would give in later. He promised. But for any vampire, there was only so long he could sustain denial.

Mithias tossed Ted's gun to the ground, rather than crushing it in his hand, which he could have done, and set down the trembling guard. Humans couldn't be blamed for their reactions. Mithias didn't hate them, and he didn't intend to control them, but he was lonely. And the fact that humans in this world faced potential extinction gave him much grief. Was there any hope of helping them, being what he was?

The bullet wound in his back had already healed when Mithias looked up to see the others arriving on scene. He was surprised to see other, non-human beings were here, apparently aiding the humans in some way. he glared warily, hope tethering his feet to the ground as he half expected more ignorant bullets to come flying his direction.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie with a slight Russian accent
Hair Color: Dark, Auburn-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Porcelain Pale
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Tall and Slender

Wing-Cloak

Natural Elven Attire (with and without wings)

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Wisdom, Inspiration
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past

Overall Personality:
Mysterious | Regal | Soft-Spoken | Larger Than Life | Elegant | Compassionate | Unpredictably Vicious

Everyone believed Saeril to be born a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion of guarding various realms and its inhabitants. As a fierce protector, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; due to the despair and sorrow of even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life. As she suffers from a devastating past that involved the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by her amnesiac guilt for her crimes. Her ultimate goal was to redeem herself and dissipate her inner darkness.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be changed when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili; she grew to care for them as a motherly figure, forming an adopted-parental bond with them. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was devastated after witnessing Azog kill the eldest brother, causing her to scream in agony and grief. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became strictly protective of Kili. As his blessed godparent, Saeril would do anything to keep him alive, and as a result, she went with him in many ventures, though she did not always agree with them. Regarding him, her bond with Kili was very strong, therefore her main goal was to keep him safe.

Saeril will not hesitate in giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset or need advice. Proud and proper she was, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Compadre; unknown) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog The Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Meliya Ardorion (Friend; alive) (Silvan Elf)

[User] The fae made a protesting cry as the arrow hit Kili in the leg. That's what shocked her to the brink of her bones. How dare they hurt the one that she looked after! This wasn't the first time she has seen her godsons in danger, and she hoped that misguiding the arrow would make minimal damage. But these shafts were much different than that of a typical arrow. "Mahal", Maleficent whispered as she watched the barrels finally drift away and down another waterfall. With her instincts, she followed them by taking flight once again.

[Assistant]
Mel drew up short as they reached the border, firing one last arrow at an Orc in frustration. Now the Orcs had gotten away too. Thranduil would not be pleased to hear this news from them, she could only hope that the fae would keep her promise...and forgive her for shooting the dwarf. Now that she thought about it, it probably wasn't a smart thing to do without warning Maleficent of her intentions first, but it wasn't like she had had much time...sighing, she turned to head back and finish off the Orcs that had stayed behind that were still attacking the other elves, looking around worriedly for Legolas though she couldn't see her cousin anywhere.

Tauriel had joined the fight just as the dwarves had escaped down river, though her main focus was making sure she stayed close to Legolas. They always fought well together and looked out for each other. Seeing an orc archer aiming to shoot at him while his attention was distracted watching the dwarves, Tauriel quickly intercepted the arrow with one of her own, pulling her knives out she went to slit the creature's throat.

[User] "Tauriel, dartho!", Legolas managed to stop her before she could go any further. "This one we keep alive", he told her in the Silvan tongue, knowin bt that they must know just why Orcs had to attack her boders, and why they were after the dwarves.

[Assistant]
Tauriel nodded slightly and kept the knife held to the Orc's throat, to keep it in line.
"The dwarves are gone!" Mel called ahead to them as she jogged up to join them. "The current is too strong, they will be at the end of the river before we can catch them."

[User]
Legolas heard the cry of his cousin, and looked down the river's path, watching the barrels dissapear in the distance around the corner. "Mel", he suddenly said to her. "Tell my father that we have a prisoner, and that its information may be useful for us", he said to her.

As the company continued to float down the river in their barrels, there was a peaceful movement in the water, so they could just drift down slowly. "Anything behind us?", Thorin called to Balin, who was near the back. "Not that I can see" "I think we've outrun the Orcs" "Not for long, we've lost the current", he told them as they continued to drift with Maleficent standing halfway in the water, so she could help move the barrels. She worried for Kili after he was shot, and he could probably be mortally injured. This worried her badly, like how a mother would be, and she's internally surprised that she's getting this feeling. Maybe a true bond was visible between them after all.

[Assistant]
Mel nodded her head and turned to go back towards the palace, though she had only taken a few steps before she stopped again to look over her shoulder at them. "The two of you aren't going to do something foolish, are you?"

"Whatever would make you think that?" Tauriel protested indignantly. "Of course not! We will be right behind you."

"Let's keep moving, we can't stop!" Thorin called to the others as he pushed his barrel to the shore, letting Maleficent help him out of the barrel as with his clothes soaked through he didn't have enough strength, as exhausted as he was, to do it alone. He then helped the fae to get the others onto the shore as well.

Kili could only take a few steps once he was on the shore before his leg collapsed underneath him, he groaned loudly in pain and put his hand on the wound, as if it would help, gritting his teeth together.

[User] Maleficent was helping the dwarves get out of their barrels until she herself managed to step onto dry land, her wings folding behind her back and miraculously turning into her black cloak, as it drapes over her catsuit. She heard groaning from ahead of her, and noticed Kili still in pain from the arrow shot, and his wound looks to be beyond healing. Managing to reach him, she kneeled at his side and hurriedly tore a piece of her black cloak, using it to tame the huge bleeding cut. "Shh...", she softly told him as she put a little bit of pressure to stop the bleeding. "Let me", the fae said to him. "I promised Gandalf I would protect this group. Now, I made a huge mistake", she added before putting a little more pressure. "I'm sorry", she apologized if it was giving him too much pain.

[Assistant]
Kili tried to shake his head weakly in protest but the wound hurt so much that he was grateful for the help.

"We keep moving!" Thorin growled sharply.
"Kili's wounded!" Filing protested loudly. "His leg needs binding!"
"Then bind his leg, quickly, you have two minutes." the dwarf Prince snapped back.

[User] "Where do we go?", Balin asked Thorin. "To the mountain, we're so close", Bilbo intervened as he was damp from being in the Rapids. "A lake lies between us and that mountain, we have no way to cross it" "So then we go around" "The Orcs will run us down as sure as daylight. We've no weapons to defend ourselves", Dwalin firmly told the Hobbit before Maleficent made a sigh and moved for Fili to bind his brother's leg. She stayed close to them, helping Kili cope through the pain. Sure, he may be stubborn enough, but it was amusing that he had the eagerness of being constantly reckless.

[Assistant]
Fili crouched down and used the material Maleficent had been dabbling at the wound with to tie it off tightly to stop the bleeding. Kili gritted his teeth in pain and held on tightly to Maleficent's hand, grateful that she was there.

Meanwhile, Tauriel and Mel went with Legolas back to the underground halls, with the Orc in tow, so Thranduil could interrogate it.

[User]
Maleficent stayed by them and let Kili hold onto her if he needed to. This was the first time that the young dwarf actually needed her support with physical touch, and the fae was happy of this. He trusted her.

As Ori was getting rid of the water in his boots, a bowman came up from behind, and was ready to shoot. As he does so, Dwalin intervenes and the arrow hits the piece of wood in his hand. Another was shot, but was miraculously stopped by the fae's dagger. "Do it again and you're dead", the mystery figure warned them as he continued to point his arrow at them.

[Assistant] Balin walked forward with his hands up in surrender, realising that the man must be one of the Lakemen. "Excuse me, but...you're from Laketown, aren't you?" He peered behind the man and saw the large boat floating tethered there. "That barge over there, you wouldn't happen to have it available for hire?"

[User] At the barge, the mystery man begins putting the empty barrels onto the barge. The company followed and were clearly stripped of protection. Consequently, the fae stayed close to the twins since they were now defenseless. "What makes you think I would help you?", the man asked them in annoyance.

[Assistant]
"Those shoes have seen better days, and that coat." Balin observed, moving to stand near the man. "I'm sure you have a few hungry mouths to feed, too. How many bairns?" He asked the man, hoping his assumption was right and he did indeed have children or this could be difficult if they offended him. Thankfully Balin was right and the man answered him as he kept loading the barrels onto the barge.

"A boy and two girls."
"And your wife?" continued Balin confidently. "I imagine she's a beauty!"
The man went quiet as he nodded sadly.
"She was..."
Balin blinked and quickly stumbled over his words to apologise.
"O-oh...I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..."

[User] "Oh, come on, come on. Enough with the niceties", Dwalin groaned in disgust, which made Maleficent roll her eyes with her eyes closing. "What's your hurry?" "What's it to you?" "I would like to know who you are, and what you were doing in these lands", the man demanded of them asa he was preparing to take off. Maleficent kept her cloak on, but removed her black headress, letting her hair flow loose.

[Assistant]
"What's it to you?!" Dwalin demanded defensively. The Laketown man picked at a dent in one of the barrels where the wood had started to peel away.
"I know where these barrels came from." he stated seriously.
"...what of it?" asked Thorin uneasily, suddenly feeling wary of asking this man for help. What if he just turned them back over to the Elves?
"I don't know what business you had with the Elves, but I don't think it ended well." The man continued as he untied the boat. "All of the Master's trade comes from the Woodland Realm, he would see you in irons before risking the wrath of King Thranduil."

"Offer him more!" muttered Thorin to Balin in frustration under his breath. They needed to get across the Lake and this was the only way, or the Orcs would catch them and finish what they had started.


[System]
Geppeto
Age
29

Gender
Female

Physical appearance
Carrie is quite tall, standing at about 5'9", with a lean, muscular build and tanned skin. Her mouth seems permanently fixed into a smug smirk, as though she is in on a joke that no-one else is, an expression that contrasts unnervingly with her pale green eyes, which seem to show no expression whatsoever, completely cold. She has long blond hair, tied back into a ponytail for the sake of convenience. She has a tattoo on her right arm and shoulder, an intricate maze of celtic designs, which is the first thing most people notice about her. Her appearance, and the way she carries herself, tend to put people on guard before they know her, and often even more so after they do.

Personality
Carrie gives off the appearance of being an optimist, cheerfulness seeming only slightly dampened by her time in the ORB. This makes it fairly easy for her to befriend certain types of people, and makes her completely unbearable to others. She is supportive of others, kind, friendly, and appears on all accounts to be the type that would never hurt a fly, who would scream and run at even a hint of violence.
The optimism, however, hides another person entirely, one that is revealed once conflict emerges, or especially when she has the opportunity to take down anyone who is associated with the government. In these situations, she reveals herself as sadistic, brutal and incredibly creative in her infliction of violence. If one of her friends is hurt, she reacts to the prospect of getting a shot at them with almost childlike glee, laughing even as she sends them to their graves.

Biography/Background History
Carrie was born in a small town on the West Coast, and lived with her parents as an only child. She went to a small school, had a small group of friends, and lived a fairly idyllic life overall. At least, she did until she left to go to college in Washington D.C. Things were alright then, for a while, but she found herself overwhelmed by her studies, and dropped out after her first year. Desperate for meaning, she found herself slowly becoming involved in criminal activity.
She became more and more involved, gradually, and was caught up in a few violent incidents. These escalated time after time, until finally she became caught up in a drug deal and found herself out of her depth. As the deal was carried out, she became more and more on edge, noticing suspicious actions and movements by the other party, but didn't act on it or say anything, blaming it on nerves. She immediately regretted that decision when she walked out, everything seemingly having gone to plan, and found herself on the wrong end of a Taser barb and 6 years in prison.
In prison, she was constantly afraid, and rightly so. She was surrounded by people who were far, far more dangerous than her. Eventually, as was inevitable, she found herself in a confrontation, and as she was slammed into the wall by hands far stronger than hers, and a makeshift glass knife slashed across her arm, something snapped inside her, and she found herself wielding her power in a way that felt natural to her and leaving her attacker screaming on the ground even as she took the knife from their twitching hands and shoved it into their throat. She felt invincible as the guards approached her, and left several on the ground, dead or wishing they were. She continued her rampage, leaving guard after guard on the ground until she was caught by surprise by a bullet to her shoulder that sent her spiralling to the ground. She fell unconscious, and when she woke up, she was in the ORB.

Powers
Carrie's power is that of illusions. She can create illusions that fool others senses - from bringing their worst nightmares to life to an illusion of complete and utter agony, she can fool even their sense of touch, causing them to feel phantom injuries and pain where none exists. To cause an illusion of touch, she needs to make contact with the person, although once she has, she doesn't need to keep contact to maintain the illusion. Other senses she can manipulate from a distance.

Weaknesses
Her illusions become less convincing the more she creates at once, and with distance created between her and them. Additionally, she finds certain senses harder to simulate. She has to make physical contact with someone to begin an illusion of touch such as pain, but she can simulate sight from much further away. She also suffers from intense nightmares due to her powers, which turn the horrors she creates against her and have lead to her avoiding sleep whenever possible which affects her skills and judgement.

Miscellaneous Information
She is a talented pianist. She also loves cooking, but isn't very good at it.

[User]
Li Min

Min ran a critical eye over the situation in front of her before shrugging. "I will." She volunteered, mind already at work creating a battle plan. With her skills, she could easily acquire a gun, and that and her power would see her through safely. She did a few stretches in preparation, then waited to see what happened next.

[Assistant]
Lloyd Washterson

As Lloyd noticed a volunteer, he quickly placed his attention to the woman who took the first turn, giving a delicate yet convinced grin. Behind, one of the men handed him yet another device. This time it looked more of a wristwatch. Once he took it, Lloyd hurled the object towards the woman, expecting to unerringly grab hold of it.

"Kindly attach that to your wrist so that you'll be connected to the simulation. I'll be pressing the button of this remote I'm holding so that your presence will start manifesting on the scene. Just step forward to the mob of protesters when you're ready."

With that, Lloyd pressed the button of the remote. Slowly the scene swallowed a riotous uproar, raising signs either printed from tarpaulins or plain wood. Chants weren't uniform as some were stating a different subject but nevertheless, they all served a single objective, and that is to pass through the police resistance before them.

"Oh and if you may, please tell us who you are before jumping in. What's your name, what are you called or perhaps how do you want to be called? Also, while you can't be killed in this simulation, it doesn't excuse you from being hurt. Just be careful of what you'll be doing."

[User]
David Jackson
"It's hard to forget a massacre of your own kind. And it's even harder when shades from said massacre start to return the favor." David gave Austin a smile. The sort of smile a father would approvingly give his son when he came home with his own car. "I'm surprised you guys trusted this random stranger. Trust is a rare resource these days. Well, I guess it's all for the better. If this really is SCAR headquarters, then SCAR itself must be pretty ready to start the fight again." David kept looking around, soaking up everything his senses could feel. Partly because he was happy being free again. But partly because he felt that he should prepare to escape. As the redhead clearly wouldn't calm down.

"Yeah. I'll stick with you. I'm glad that someone might have my back. But for now –" David formed a black, unstable orb in his hand and showed it to Austin. "-I got feeling that we don't want to let everything escalate to the point that we need to run. We should subdue Bubbles over there." He said, while pointing at Eli. "I can 'neutralize' gravity around him, or hit him with the force of a professionally thrown baseball. You decide the strategy." David felt like telling someone your powers wasn't a good idea, yet. But right now, it felt like Eli was being the fuse to a barrel of gunpowder he didn't know the size of. He didn't want to let any other superhumans get hurt because some teen couldn't stay calm.

[Assistant]
Carrie Walsh

Carrie was slightly disappointed when the man walked into the room. Relieved, sure, but she'd hoped there'd be at least one explosion before he'd turned up. She listened to his little speech while barely managing to hold back a grimace when he pointed out their situation outside. She didn't appreciate the reminder that they couldn't leave. She'd had enough imprisonment in the ORB facility, and while she wasn't against getting to cause some havoc, the fact that she had no choice about it left a bad taste in her mouth.

Also, she'd have to work with this lot. Maybe should have tried to make a better first impression, she thought, glancing over at Bubbles, who seemed as calm and reasonable as usual. Still, looking at the size of his target, she had a feeling his attacks wouldn't be as effective as he seemed to think. They'd probably just hurt his feelings more than anything. At least most of them seemed more stable than those two, or her for that matter.

Her attention was grabbed again, as the other woman, who'd been fairly quiet so far, volunteered to be the first one in the simulation. Good for her, Carrie supposed, but it didn't seem like the smartest decision. As a rule, she tried not to volunteer for strange procedures before she saw what they did. Unless there was a good amount of money involved; she may be superhuman, but not that superhuman, after all. Still, she decided to watch the proceedings for the entertainment value if nothing else. She also found a smile crossing her face at the thought of getting her turn, even if there weren't any real people to kill.

[User]
"Look at her Cain, doesn't she looks delightful. She has quite an electric attitude right Cain?" Cain chuckled to himself for a voice inside his head The Hunger was quite the joker. Cain shook the thought out of his head. He shouldn't encourage the madness that rests inside his head, he was the one in control not the dark part of his mind.

"Do I sense a chuckled from you Cain? You do well to shut me out of your mind I am the strongest part of you. I make you stronger remove your needless emotions and get rid of all that pain you suffer during your hunger spats. Why not let loose once in a while? Flex your strength and go a little crazy?!"

Cain slapped his forehead. Whispering to himself "I'm stronger then you buddy. That's why I am in control. That's why I'm the one talking right now. Not. You!" Cain shouted the last part much to his embarrassment.

Looking sheepish he raised his hands defensively. "Sorry about that. I uh have a lot on my mind. Please don't let me stop you" Cain rubbed the headache The Hunger had created by pushing at his mental boundaries.

[Assistant]
Li Min

Min grabbed the watch out of the air with unfailing accuracy, quickly putting it on. "Li Min, former US Navy SEAL." She reported crisply. "Code name Electora." Running an assessing eye over the scene one more time, she let one corner of her mouth quirk up in a half-smile. Against the expectations of most, she had missed this; had missed using her army training in a real fight. There was no reason to hold back when fighting a simulation.

There was no need to wait. Walking toward the line of policemen, Min let a predatory smirk creep onto her face. It's show time.

Rushing the nearest one, Min took him down with a knee to the groin and a fist to the face, stealing his gun and using his unconscious body as a shield. She shot at the policemen until she ran out of bullets, then flung bolts of energy towards the rest. Ditching her human shield, she created an energy shield, using the protection it gave to get up close and personal with whoever was left standing.

It was over quickly. Min stood victorious over the unconscious and dead bodies of simulated policemen, a grin on her face. That had been fun.

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Farran Drake

Farran watched Min take down the policemen with an expression of awe. The very fact that they had a former Navy SEAL in their midst was enough to earn the woman his respect; her skill with hand-to-hand and her mastery of her power caused him to feel slightly jealous. However, now was not the time to dwell on that. He turned to Washerton and shook his head. "I'm not doing this. No way, no how. Trust me, it's a bad idea."


[System]
Appearance: Frowning upon you

Age: 15

Personality: Sigma is polite, proper and composed. She however, does not talk much outside formalities and she has a rather icy and cold perspective. She isn't actively avoiding people but for some reason, her interactions with others are merely secondary. Sigma is often fond of quiet places and meditating, and her hobbies save one are all tailored to the perfectioning of her combat skills and tactical thinking. She is often sparring or playing chess. Her only exception seems to be cooking. She has a huge sweet tooth and good cooking skills, surprisingly.

Motive to live: Soldiers do not question their existence. They will live as much as they're told to.

Background: Sigma is... a clone of another person. The only success of Project Homunculus, Sigma was a test of mass production of clone soldiers from already adult stock to replace the losses from the war, but the project's goal shifted to create teenager replicas of actual combat soldiers to pilot Framewerks. So, with that in mind Sigma was trained and implanted with the memories of the original soldier who donned her genetic material: Irina Spanova. The training was brutal and Irina didn't care whether the "dolls" (as she would call it) died or not, since they could be replaced. Only Sigma managed to survive the training and be fielded in a mecha.

Notable Deaths: Sigma wasn't the only viable clone produced in Project Homunculus, but she is the only survivor. Dozens were stillborn, and six of them perished during the initial training and testing. Sigma still regards her fellow clones as sisters and secretly mourns them.

Other things: Cooking is unique to Sigma. Her original can't cook anything.
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Framewerk Sheet

Framewerk Code Name: Comet Sigma

Appearance:Couldn't find a better pic, okay?
Signature Weapon System: A high powered Rail weapon. It does not give a big energy signature (being a material projectile) and it can pierce even very thick armors. The downside is that the recharge time is rather awful and it is not suited for close combat.

Secondary Weapon System: A very short range plasma cutter. Useful for fighting in CQC as a last resort and also to extract valuables and people from wrecks.

Flight-Capability/Thrusters: It has basic maneuverability by means of thrusters in the main limbs and torso. It also has a special jetpack on the back designed for space travel, which gives a significant range of movement but it is unwieldy and thus unuseable in combat (but not in retreat).

Synchro Rate : 78% > 82%
Special Ability:

[User] "Mou... why is the commander so mean?" Serah pouts, knowing just why the winner gets a prize. She made her way over to sigma and whispered in her ear: "I'm still onboard~!" Then the little girl went to the girls' dressing room, got changed into her pilot suit, and then made a beeline for Atty.

[Assistant]
Elora sighed at the announcement. She saw a camera in the bathroom, so she expected this to happen. Still, she couldn' help but feel a little oppressed at how adamantly the higher ups wanted to stop them from teaming up. Maybe it was considered unfair to the other pilots, but Elora considered it to be completely fair: Rilus was not a solo combat unit, and wouldn't last for long in any kind of engagement without allies. She was meant to co-operate, and she wouldn't be swayed by any "special rewards" offered by the perverted professor. She had something far more important at stake: the trust of her friends, and she was not going to betray them. On the way to the hangar she gave a thumbs up and a nod to Sigma as a sign of her loyalty to their cause, and went to suit up.

Elora hated how tightly the suit conformed to the skin, not to mention how its design accentuated the chest and crotch region in an embarrassing fashion. It didn't help that she suspected that the professor was peeping on them. Nonetheless, it was a necessity for piloting, and she didn't have much time to sour her thoughts on it when she opened Rilus up and hopped inside.

She did as she promised to Sigma, and set up a command for her to spot enemy units for Sigma along with a small window of her visual interface, practically giving her another pair of eyes to survey the battlefield with. It was easy enough to do, the Combat Analyzer being a state-of-the art supercomputer that could be customized up to the finest details, though Elora didn't touch on anything more than was necessary. She leaned back on her seat once she was done setting up a private channel for her, Serah and Sigma, and waited for the battle to start. She felt relaxed and at ease while she was sitting in front of a computer; she was truly in her element now. Unlike the outside world which was full of hate and malice, inside Rilus she felt like she was safe from all that. It was comforting, almost as if she was held in her own mother's arms.

I miss her. But she would be proud of me, I just know it.

[User]
Sigma clenched her fist. Having been watched by cameras was already considered when she set the plan into motion. She wasn't trying to be sneaky to her superiors, merely testing her waters, and organizing herself some sort of squad in absence of input. Perhaps I've misread those people. They seem to like to jest and mess with our minds far more than I've initially thought. Could she fulfill that kind of condition the new guy demanded after what was said and done? Even if they did pass, there wasn't guarantee the other two wouldn't turn on her...

Her thoughts were interrupted when both of them seemed to still acknowledge Sigma's plan, much to her surprise. Without doubt nor hesitation. The clone trooper was taken aback. She had bribed them, promised sweet things, and manipulated them... and yet, they were still determined to fight side to side. Thank you. She acknowledged mentally, as for the briefest of moments, her lips curled upwards. Sigma, the stoic Sigma, was smiling.

She put her suit swiftly, like many times before this drill. It clung to her like a second skin, perhaps too clingy in some...rather odd parts. Sigma thanked God for having a petite frame, as she could only shudder and imagine how the liutenant was able to squeeze her...more shapely frame in that kind of suit. Finishing the touch by running a hand through her hair, she began walking towards her mech, the Comet.

Inside, it was dark and mechanical, comfortable, but at the same time, ominous and cramped. She started to perform the startup checks when she saw the tiny window popup that came from Elora's Hud. Thinking, she typed a quick message.

I AM SORRY. NO STRAWBERRY CAKE.

Followed with.

IT WILL BE SACHERTORTE.

With that being said and done, she breathed deep, and steeled herself for the upcoming conflict.

[Assistant]
Ian had taken the coffee with a nod, quirking an eyebrow at how Korie got his own bathroom . . .and the strange symbol for it. Okay, he's got a lot of special privileges, must be the kid of someone important. Funny how they tried to throw me off like that, I really don't care if theirs a boy or a girl, I got what I wanted and that's all that matter. Iam perked up when the announcement was made by Lorenzo, his heart starting to race as he made his way to the hanger, tossing his now empty coffee cup into a trashcan and stripping down to his underwear as he made his way there.

When he arrived, he saw his suit was ready for him,and wasted no time putting it on. The skintight fabric didn't bother him, and he took a moment to look at himself, having had the suit customized to better match his Framewerk. It was mainly black, with a number of red hieroglyphic symbols linung the edges to give it some style, as well a tribal motif of a Jackal printed on to the front as well.

"Looking good as always, wouldn't you say Anubis?" Ian turned to look at the framewerk, as if he expected it to respond. A few moments of silence followed before he clicked his teeth dismissively. "Whatever, man, I think I look fan-fucking-tastic."

Ian entered the cockpit, sliding into position on the seat with a excited smile on his face. He always felt at home when he was in Anubis, it was like an old friend to him. He often spent time talking to it, uncaring of how it made him look to others. Anubis was his friend, his confident, and he trusted it with his life on a regular basis, and it had never failed to deliver.

"Come on Anubis, time to show off a little, don't you think?" Ian said as he started up the generator, awakening the God of Burials with a low hum, it.s eyes flashing open in a burst of intense red light. "That's what I thought, because win or lose, we're going to show those bigwigs watching exactly what they signed up for when they let me have you. Let's do this thing!"

Ian activated the Shroud, causing the air to ripple around him as intense kinetic energies began to ciculate arpund Anubis, causing it to float slightly, the blades repositioning themselves in preparation. Ian waited u tilthe way was clear, than he blasted out of the hanger at half-speed, which was still pretty fast as he left behind a slipstream that slowly dissapated behind him. He landed with a crash on top one of the ruins, causing it to crunble slightly and sending up a low, dense cloud of dust. From this cloud, Anubis 14 rose, the rid in it's hand com8ng to life with a flash as a silver spearhead burst out from the tip, an ethereal trail following it as he did a few practice swings.

"Nothing get's your bloo pumping like a good old fashion free-for-all."

[User]
"Attention all Cadets," echoed Lorenzo's voice throughout the speakers from all over the base, "Your mock battle will be happening in approximately ten minutes! Hurry on over to the hangar and do suit up. Don't worry about being indecent either, the only ones that'll be looking is your Framewerk, so go ahead and get ready and move them to nearby ruins where you will be participating in the mock battle. Oh, and do put on a good show… we will be watching your performance with the utmost of interest!"

With a little disturbing laugh, you can't help but wonder if the man was watching you all while you were off to your own devices…

Antwon grunted as he pulled himself up at the thought of the impending battle, feeling pumped by his impromptu exercise. Yeah, these guys definitely aren't up to anything sinister. No sir, Antwon thought to himself, in particular looking towards the one camera pointed squarely in his direction at a farther end of the room. Antwon, mature as he was, enthusiastically displayed his two middle fingers straight in the direction of the lens, before leaping off his raised position and walking casually to the hangars with the rest of his peers. Ant couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as Ian started stripping before he even made it to his mech. Ant made a simple mental note: Watch out for that one.

Ant casually slipped out of his clothes and into his suit right in front of his framewerk, not bothering the walk to the bathroom, and uncaring of the peeping eyes (or so one could only assume) of the rather creepy superior who spoke over the speakers. It was a simplistic forest green, without much insignia, just like Perry. Ant took a moment to look upon his machine with a small sense of pride, then looked over the rest of the competition. He noticed Perry was slightly smaller than most of the other mechs, and far less... accessorized, for lack of a better word. But this only served to comfort him. None of these mechs have even the slightest chance of catching up to me, Ant thought.

Some were certainly threatening in appearance, and most had some very menacing weapon systems, visible from their exteriors alone. But they would be no use if they could not close the distance or make the shot. The only mechs he was truly concerned about were the quicker ones, taking mental notes of the framewerks known as 'Atty' and 'Anubis', the only other mechs that were even marginal in Perry's comparative speed. Most especially, though, was Ant's concern for the mousy girl... he took a very particular mental note of "data collector" when she introduced herself. She will be the most problematic, Ant thought. Best to make sure she is out of the picture, first. Or at least, make sure that I'm not in her scope.

Ant entered his cockpit, quickly made sure his systems were fully operational, and let the numerous thrusters scattered all over Perry warm up. Ant reveled in the sound of Perry's engine revving up to full power, as the lights in his cockpit hummed ever greater to full life. A rare grin grew upon his face, his eyes closed, as he took this small meditative moment to think back on the few pleasant memories he had. Ariadne. Having grown familiar with the sound of Perry's generators when they were ready, Ant's eyes sprung open with a new flame, ready for the chance to prove himself. Just before he could spring out, however, Ian took the lead. "Dammit!" Ant cursed himself, letting one of his targets out of the gate first. Best to get the head start with the others while you still can, Ant concluded.

Perry took a half-kneeling stance, similar to that of an Olympic sprinter. The sound of the thrusters grew even louder, until all at once, Perry practically exploded out from the hangar. In a matter of seconds Perry was already out in the field, noting Anubis was busy flaunting up in the air. Ant smirked to himself. Excellent, he thought, Yes, stay in the air. I'll just be down here, tending to my own business...

Perry leaped like a frog onto the massive boulder sunken before him, using the momentum to change his course left, using similar boulders to swing left, right, left, right... not before long, Perry was well out of view, making preparations for the long haul...

[Assistant]
Sigma examined the situation. Already, several of the fast framewerks were assuming positions. She pondered. Should I already start with my positioning? No, perhaps it is too soon. The pilot of the sniper framewerk instead took off at normal speed, resisting the temptation of igniting the spacetravel thrusters. Seeing piles of debris, she began to scan for a suitable cover, as it was expected of a rifle-toting mecha.

The commlink to Serah and Elora, however, was saying something different.

PROCEED AS IF WE WEREN'T ALLIES FOR NOW. LET THEM THINK OTHERWISE.


[System]
Character Name: Saito Souji
Race: Human
Age: 24
Personality: Itouchi is a somewhat reserved individual, as one might expect from a young Japanese man, however he has a particular sense of judgement. He is prone to making his own conclusions about other people, and while he may not act on those conclusions without further observation, he can break that rule should the person in question be of distaste to him. In particular, those who treat others horribly, who act in service of only themselves, or if they act childishly and waste people's time. Normally he would simply avoid them, but there are times when he may confront them if he believes that not doing so would seriously harm the group.

Despite his rather strong sense of judgement, he's a friendly person, though perhaps due to being reserved, acts somewhat formally most of the time. There are times when around close friends he may act much less so, making more jokes and acting somewhat more carefree. Perhaps something one might notice is a particularly fondness for the Shinsengumi, and though it is not as obvious as it used to be, the leftovers of that more pronounced phase of his remain in his name.

History: Itouchi like many young men graduating university, would find themselves applying for a company and then working there as a salaryman. He was rather fortunate to find a good company, having had a rather normal upbringing. It was this somewhat normal lifestyle combined with the more lonely lifestyle of a salaryman that perhaps pushed him towards Emerald Odyssey, seeking something a little more exciting between work days.

He started playing roughly three or four years ago, and for the first few of those he became an accomplished raider, perhaps the very best for one of the expansions, but stopped after realizing the stress it was beginning to put him under. Though he is thankful for those years as it has shaped him into a more than competent player, both overall skill with the game, and when it comes to playing with other people which was a central component. From then on he normally just played the game with friends, only delving into difficult content on a casual basis.

Class(es):
* Samurai - [Katana] - A melee DPS class that utilizes a Katana. A swift and agile class boasting high critical rate and critical damage that aims to move through droves of enemies with very few strokes of the blade. As a drawback, their damage if they do not land a precise strike would be more than underwhelming, and defensive capabilities are nearly none, preferring to avoid blocking with their weapon. They have access to perhaps the fastest set of weapon skills called Battoujutsu, where the samurai may resheathe their weapon, gathering up their focus and spiritual energy before unleashing it in an impressive display of blinding speed.
* Kagemusha - [Nodachi] - Meaning "shadow warrior", a tank class that utilizes a Nodachi. In particular they make use of shadowy decoys to gain the attention of the enemy and even confuse them, as well as creating veils of shadow over their allies in order to hide them or guard them from attack. Every shadow generated costs a portion of the Kagemusha's health pool, however should these decoys slay enemies or deal sufficient damage, they can return to the Kagemusha to restore their health.
* Ashigaru - [Matchlock Firearms] - A ranged DPS class that utilizes matchlock firearms. Though it has a low firing rate compared to many if not all ranged classes, it boasts high damage per shot, and the highest critical damage of ranged classes. Despite being a ranged DPS class, it is frequently seen fighting in close quarters, only retreating to fire off their fatal shots. The Ashigaru also use matchlock handguns in these situations, with skills based around evasion and breaking armor. This class is also known to be a popular secondary, as the handguns can be used alongside any weapon that can be wielded with one hand.

Non-Combat

* Blacksmith - Though he doesn't delve a lot into crafting, he found himself making use of blacksmith frequently to maintain his weapons. He can craft new ones too, but for some reason the best weapons he can craft are all for his classes. Blacksmith as a profession is quite popular as people need or want new shiny gear all the time, and while he is not a reputed crafter, the katana that he can craft are of top quality... And nothing else.

Other:
* His character name Saito Souji is a combination of Hajime Saito and Okita Souji.
* Kagemusha refers to a political term coined during the Sengoku period meaning "shadow warrior", and means to refer to body doubles, thus the protective nature of the class.
* The coat he wears is obtained from PvP, and was a limited run at the time. Very few players have it.
* He has a small player home in the eastern region.

[User]
Nova

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"The other problem being us, huh," Nova raised her brows, somewhere between offended and amused. "Well, you're right we should take care of this guy first, though," she agreed with a light shrug. She glanced at the player who struggled with bringing the man to his feet, slinging him across a shoulder. "Here, let me," she offered, going around so as to help support him from the other side. "I'm Nova, by the way."

There was little chatter on the way, and it was kind of slow going, given two of them had to drag an unconscious person between them. Nova rubbernecked around as much as she could, marveling at how expanded, how real the city was now.

It took a few minutes before they made it to a deserted street, and to an unknown house. Whether it was Windstar's home, or merely a temporary safe house was unknown. It was inconspicuous, but was fairly normal.

A silent elf butler helped them take the unconscious man downstairs at Eunice's direction. It was kind of awkward to do that without a stretcher, but they managed.

Then, they returned to the first floor, sat around, and Windstar told her tale. "An empty void," she muttered thoughtfully, thinking of those guards' reactions who'd thought her mentally unstable.

"A drive to know?" she scoffed. "Didn't you say earlier you had to protect that man from being questioned?" she asked dubiously. Nova didn't mistrust Eunice per say, but did find it strange she'd trusted them as easily, given everything.

"You're right I won't go telling others, though," she confirmed with a head shake. It'd be way too troublesome trying to spread this, and would cause chaos, anyways. But if she found trustworthy others though…Well, at least she could bring them to Eunice – unless the woman wouldn't be available, of course. Curious about that point, she asked, "Do you already have any plans what you'll do, or do you intend to decide after we tell you what we do?"

Regardless of Eunice's answer, Nova would nod, and say, "Alright, then."

"You said you wanted to know our side of things, huh. Well…We're basically people from another world, and this," she motioned with an arm around them, "all of this, the whole world here, was just a game to us. A digital game based on a computer program – no magic involved, just technology.

"And before you ask, no, it's not normal from our side of things to be able to travel to different worlds, technology or no. We had no magic – it wasn't considered real, there was no evidence for it. Sure, people believed in deities, or spirits, or the afterlife, but it was all personal belief, you know? There were no spells of the kind you can find here. Oh, and we were all humans," self-consciously, she tugged at her wolf ears, "so this is a bit of a change."

"But, yeah, no dice on the why. We don't even know how this could have happened. It shouldn't have been possible based on what we know of our world," Nova concluded.

[Assistant]
Luna
Myrtle Bramblewood
Sen Rynta — Wellspring Park

Hmm?

What's this? A new character just entered the fray?

She seemed to be a knight, judging by that armor. A Paladin, perhaps? So she's a PC. And she's healing the man! Ooh, that's great! Someone does listen to my speech back there!

Though thinking about it, I could've given him one of my healing potions. Oops, I completely forgot I could do that.

Once the Paladin stood back up, however, she gave Myrtle an unsolicited advice.

And she wasn't sure if she liked said advice.

"Dangerous? I don't think there's anything dangerous about what's going on here." Myrtle folded her hands under her chest with a confident smile. "I can hold my own in a fight. Oh, and thank you, by the way, for healing him. Now that we're stuck in this world, we really should start treating these NPCs better." She then reached her hand towards the paladin. "The name's Myrtle Bramblewood. Pleased to meet you, Miss."


[System]
Age: 16 (going on 17)
Personality: She's tough, mean (especially to Slicks), stubborn, and ruthless. But, that's just on the outside. On the inside she's just a big softy who would rather do things in a non violent way. She also cares very deeply about her looks. If her hair isn't perfect she won't go out anywhere. (Curly hair is hard to deal with)

Bio: She was born to a rich family. She has 7 older brothers (and one lazy cat), her being the youngest. All of them give her a tough time for being the youngest. But they all still love her the same. She gets into trouble very often, so they all decided to teach her how to fight. Or at least enough to defend herself.

Ever since she was little, she was treated more like a boy than a girl. Dressing up in pants than skirts, wearing her brothers' hand-me downs, hanging out with guys instead of girls, etc. Even though she was raised around tough brothers, her softer side is full of love for music.

Her dream was to become a pianist. Her parents refused to let her play piano. They wanted her to work in the family business. (A chain of diners throughout the state) She had used her allowance to sneak off and hire a tutor to teach her late at night. Her brothers do quite a good job of keeping cover for her.

Her brothers names (from oldest to youngest):
Lenny
Charlie
Antonio
Oliver
Andy
Jacob
Wilson

Her personality says slick, but she's really a royal.

[User]
Corrine nodded solemnly.

"Yeah, I get it. But what's going to happen to you now? What if Charles hurts you? I couldn't live with myself if he did that! Rolo, please be careful! Just stay on his good side!" Corrine sprang up and hugged Rolo tightly.

"I'll get you out of there! I'll be your knight and shining armor! I'll get everyone out of there and beat that nasty Charles! If only I knew what to do..." Corine sighed and let go of Rolo. There had to be a way Corrine could help Rolo and the gang, but how?

[Assistant]
"Aww, that's sweet." Rolo replied whilst he hugged Corinne back.

She was as warm and as soft as ever. Rolo missed her hugs, more than Corinne realised. He wished that they never ended. That they could just sit beneath the fir tree and just hug for the rest of the day. The warmth of Corinnes soft body combined with the subtle subtle scent of her perfume was like heaven for Rolo. But alas, her embrace ended as quickly as it began.

"You don't have to worry about me Corinne baby. Like I said, as long as you're by my side, anything is possible. I'm sure the fellas and I will come up with a plan eventually. Thanks for cheering me up though. You made me feel so much better. I feel like I can fight the world now!" Rolo stated happily.

"But I think you should know the truth about what we really are. About what really happened back in the bad old days that made everything the way it is now. Long before you came to this one horse town. Don't worry sweet thing, it gets better." said Rolo before shooting Corinne a playful wink.

[User]
Corrine cuddles up close to Rolo and loks into his eyes. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement. She knew this was going to be interesting! And she may learn about Rolo's past! Something that Rolo didn't ever discuss with her. She realized that Rolo was rather secretive with her. He never really said anything about the gang or even himself until now.

Corrine wiggled around in her seat, waiting for Rolo to start.

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

[Assistant]
Rolo chuckled to himself before replying to Corinnes earnest request. That was another thing he loved about Corinne, how genuinely sweet and easily impressed she was. Story time with her was starting to become one of his favourite pass-times. Right after eating hot-dogs and pancakes. With the weight of the world lifted from his shoulders for just a brief while, he regaled Corinne with the humble origins of the baddest gang in town. It was a story he had never told before. Sure, the events were common knowledge to anyone who had attended Salt Bay High in the past. But never once had Rolo, nor any of the crew for that matter, ever gave an inside account of what transpired during such a turbulent time in the schools history. Corinne had no idea how much of an honour was being bestowed upon her at the time. Only someone who had joined the gang as a fellow brother would be made privy to what Rolo was about to tell her. As far as Rolo was concerned though, Corinne was a Salt Bay Turbo. He dared not say it though. Not until everything was made official first.

"Do you know the kids that were picked on all the time? The ones that the rich snobs preyed on that nobody gave a damn about? They got together to form the first youth gang in Sea Salt Bay. They were truly the baddest of the bad. True rebels in every sense of the word. Us Salt Bay Turbos ain't nothin compared to those guys. And those guys were...." Rolo paused dramatically before continuing.

"The Rebel Sharks!" Rolo announced with as much gravitas as he could muster.

"I don't think you would've heard of em baby girl. Ain't nobody talks about em anymore. The rich snobs or "The Royals", as they like to call themselves, they would love it if everyone forgot about em. But us Salt Bay Turbos, we keep their memory alive! At least, we used to." said Rolo with reverence.

[User]
"Rebel... sharks?" She began to imagine a gang similar to The Dragons, Antonio's old gang. She shuddered. The dragons were such a scary gang. Hopefully, these guys weren't, Corrine thought.

"What did they do? Were they big and scary?!" Corrine gripped onto Rolo's arm.

[Assistant]
"They were only as scary as they had to be Corinne baby. And believe me, they had to be really freakin scary back then." answered Rolo.

"No little lady, they weren't bad guys. In fact, they were the opposite. They were the heroes. They were everyones heroes actually. Their struggle against the cruel elitist snobs of this town inspired so many people. Baby you have no idea. The shit they got up to. I can spend all day tellin you about how they stuck it to the man. They even had the royals shakin in their boots at times. The chaos they spread in the school, man." said Rolo enthusiastically.

"You wanna know the coolest thing about em Corinne? Anyone could join their gang. Just as long as you hated those snobby Royals that is. They united people of all different types. That shit is huge around here." Rolo explained reverently.

"They stuck it to the Royal whenever they could, any any way they could think of. It was like a prank explosion, but with the Royals as the only victims. Pretty soon, ain't nobody was afraid of em anymore. People were free to be whoever they liked and hang with whoever they wanted. It was more than that Corinne, everyone became friends. It was truly the funnest and coolest time to be at this school. I just wish I was old enough to be around when it all went down. Sadly though, the Royals ruined it all, as usual." said Rolo.

He hugged Corinne even closer now. He loved this story. Waxing nostalgic always put him in a good mood.

[User]
Corrine sprang up out of Rolo's arms. "I wanna be a rebel shark too! I wanna beat that nasty Charles!" Corrine gasped and squished her cheeks.

"We should bring them back! Under a different name! This could be a way to save you! If we get a group of people to make Charles scared, he'll have to let you guys go! But we need a tough name... oh! And maybe something to identify them too!" Corrines head was buzzing with ideas. She may have just found a way to save her Rolo! And his friends!

[Assistant]
"Slow down Corinne baby. I haven't gotten to the kicker yet." Rolo said happily.

"Just like what happened with the Salt Bay Turbos, the Old Royals approached them with a deal. One that promised them more than they dared to dream of. And just like us, it proved to be their downfall. Lookin back on things now, it was stupid of us to try the same shit as they did. But we were so far up our own asses. We thought we were too smart to let Charles get the best of us like that. I guess that ain't true after all." Rolo said in a more serious tone.

Anyways, the Old Royals wanted to end the feud. To let bygones be bygones. They allowed anyone to attend their fancy parties and hang out on their massive yachts if they wanted to. They even allowed some kids to become Royals themselves if they were cool and good looking enough. They offered the high life to anyone who wanted it. Such a deal was too good to be true. Sadly, it was. Those royals are such sneaky fucks, I'll give em that." explained Rolo.

"The sneaky part came later. When they slowly but surely put restrictions on who could become a fellow Royal and who can hang and stuff. Eventually, this caused a divide in the Rebel Sharks. The two biggest groups that formed within the super group were the Slicks and the Salt Bay Turbos." revealed Rolo.

[User]
"The slicks... they hang out in the junkyard, yeah? So they were part of the sharks too? Why did they split up? Why can't everyone just get along?!" Corrine pleaded. It wasn't fair that only a few were allowed to be one or the other. Everyone was equal right?

"You said there were two main groups right? Who else was there?! Maybe we can get them to help you!" She thought out loud. Oh, how she wanted to save her Rolo. How she wanted him and his friends to get along and finally be free from Charles.

"There's gotta be something..."

[Assistant]
Rolo shook his head ruefully. "No can do sweet thing. All those other smaller groups are long gone. It's just the Turbos and the Slicks now. Those damn Slicks. If it wasn't for them..." Rolo ended with a momentary pause.

"Ya see Corinne, it was the Slicks who wanted the "high life" that the Old Royals offered more than anyone else. They wanted it so bad that they completely disregarded the original purpose of the Rebel Sharks and broke away. Of course this caused a chain reaction that splintered the whole group. But it was us Salt Bay Turbos that remained loyal to the spirit of our rebellion. After the group or "movement" broke apart it was obvious that the old spirit was lost. And so those of us who were still loyal thought it dishonest and downright disrespectful to keep the name of the Rebel Sharks. That's why we call ourselves the Salt Bay Turbos." explained Rolo.

"The Slicks were so far up the Old Royals asses that the only time they ever saw daylight was when a Royal took a dump. Ironically though, that shit didn't work out too well for em. The Old Royals used them as free muscle for hire but that never once made any of em a Royal. The Salt Bay Turbos though, we stayed true to who and what we were. Because of this the people still considered us the heroes that the Rebel Sharks used to be. And so in the end, it was us that the Old Royals favoured more than those slimy Slicks." said Rolo rather smugly.

"But we weren't so heroic either. We took up the Old Royals offer of greater loyalty in exchange for both greater popularity and access to the high life, as well as the end to the class struggle of course. To top it all off, we were going to stick it to those Slicks bastards for being such greedy little pussy ass bitches. It seemed too good to be true. By that time though we were so blinded by our lust for revenge that we forgot that the Slicks used to be fellow Rebel Sharks as well. That they struggled alongside us from the very beginning. Greed and vengeance man, those things will fuck you up." said Rolo gravely.

"We've been at war with the Slicks ever since. Luckily for us, those Slicks bastards were not as strong as us. But still, with everything goin on lately, I dunno." said Rolo nervously.

"So the original Salt Bay Turbos were the lapdogs of the Old Royals for a while. So taken in were we by the glamour of the Old Royals that we became the very thing the Rebel Sharks vowed to destroy. The oppressive social hierarchy was back but this time, it was being enforced by us. The kids of this school once more lived in fear. Extreme bullying was once again committed by the Old Royals without consequence. Luckily though it didn't take long for us to join the dots. And so we waited until the Old Royals had complete faith in us and until we were at the height of our own power and influence. At long last we all said "fuck it" and just plumb decided to stop doing their dirty work. Of course it caught those Old Royal assholes off guard but there was not a thing they could do about it. We had them by the balls this time. Despite all the shit we did for them, we still had the respect of the people back from the Rebel Shark days. We threatened to start a new rebellion if they continued to pull their bullshit. Such a thing made them wet themselves of course." explained Rolo.

"So everyone said "fuck it" and the whole thing just fell apart. The Old Royals stopped their extreme bullying campaigns of the "untouchable" kids after they broke apart and us Salt Bay Turbos just chilled the fuck out and did our own thing. At long last, there was peace at Salt Bay High. That was, until this recent bullshit with Charles." said Rolo with obvious frustration in his voice.

"I said I will tell you baby girl so here it is, the truth about us Salt Bay Turbos. The truth is that we do not want to be a gang. That we only stayed a gang because of the Slicks and the lingering evil of the Old Royals. I suppose Chet wanted to destroy the one last person that could bring about the rise of the New Royals in one fell swoop. But it turned out that Charles is the sneakiest motherfucka of all. He turned that desire against us. We've failed the memory of the Rebel Sharks. We fell into a trap so deep that....." said Rolo woefully.

He was suddenly struck with the shame of it all. New tears began to well up in his eyes. He tried not to cry this time, but some tears still ran down his face.