[System]
Ritualist

Age:31

Gender: Female

Species: Human(ish)

Appearance:

Lenya is a tall Germanic woman with straw blond hair. She is pretty, although her high cheekbones and angular features seem to conspire to rob her of true beauty. She has a hiker's lean trim build which bespeak many years of alpine life in her native Austria. Although her eyes are a piercing blue, they are usually kept behind the half moon glasses she wears to aid her with her reading.

Lenya dresses conservatively in stylish but expensive clothing with a particular affection for tailored suits. She is frequently seen carrying a small leather briefcase in which she keeps her research notes and ritual tools.

Despite having lived in the United States for several years, and her best efforts, Lenya has been unable to eradicate her crisp Austrian accent.

Background: Lenya grew up in wealth and privilege in southern Austria with her sisters, mother and grandmother. It is no accident that her family was one of the few to avoid destruction and ruin in the turbulent years following the fall of the Austro-Hungarian empire. At some point in the dimly imagined past Lenya's ancestors gained magical powers through a bargain of some sort. Ever since that day the women of the family have been blessed with certain occult powers. Over the centuries they have grown in power and sophistication through careful training and research.

The female members of the clan stick together in order to create an effective coven for protection and the use of rituals. Men in the form of husbands and lovers are occasionally associated with the coven but rarely remain in the picture for long. Each member is taught the lore of the clan from birth and encouraged to experiment and add to the knowledge of the group.

After receiving an excellent education by the traditional means of expensive private tutors. Lenya attended the University of Innsbruk and earned first a bachelor's and eventually a PhD in Anthropology. During this time she traveled the world, particularly to the old German Colonies in Papua New Guinea and Micronesia to conduct field work. This field work provided an excellent opportunity to gather lore about ritual traditions in far flung corners of the world to add to her family's impressive collection of grimoires.

After a scandal involving the disappearance of certain valuable cultural artefacts, Lenya left her post at the University of Innsbruck to conduct field work amongst the tribes of the Penobscot in Northern Maine and Southeastern Canada. During this research she first encountered Wells and Raich.

The firm sought out the Penobscot regarding a troubling Wendigo which had been transgressing cultural taboos. Intrigued, Lenya joined the investigation and helped to lay the beast to rest. Since then Wells and Raich has frequently employed the Austrian both for her ritual skill and her knowledge of far flung magical traditions

Current Life:
Lenya had been a guest of the Penobscot for over a year before she began to work for Wells and Raich. After this association became more formalized she purchased a property on nearby Islesboro. She has spent an enormous amount of money, wire transferred in euros with no questions asked, to rebuild the ancient stone cottage into a modern dwelling. Many of her particular requirements, including floors inlaid with strange silver designs, windows at precise spacing and angles, vast skylights and oddly but precisely carved doorways, have set tongues wagging in the small island community.

Lenya spends a good deal of time socializing with other Wells and Raich employees and is always eager to add more to the voluminous notebooks she keeps in neatly handwritten German.

Personality:
Lenya is a driven and professional woman and approaches every situation as an opportunity to learn. This occasionally backfires when people get the impression that she is looking at them like a disector looking at a specimen.

She has a natural caution and tends to underrate the ability of others while overrating her own. She is friendly and personable and willing to help other people out, particularly if this leads to them falling into her debt. The coven mentality means that she is willing to do what is required to help the team succeed and tends to view morality as a luxury to be consumed after survival is assured.

Lenya is almost obsessed by the development of arcane knowledge and power. Her goals usually line up with Wells and Raisch but there is little doubt in her mind that she and her sisters take precedence over any other allegiance.

Lenya has a close relationship with her sisters and frequently calls on them for advice and support in her enterprises.

Following a childhood accident in a hayloft Lenya has a fear of fire and of being burned. She is also somewhat uncomfortable in the presence of men, having spent most of her life among women and then in an adversarial academic environment where her gender counted against her.

Schools of Study: Ritualology/Alchemology

Specialization: Thaumaturgy, Hexes, Arcane Artifice, Brewing.

Spells: Most of Lenya's arsenal is ritual based and cannot be produced on the spot.

Fortune's Favorite: Lenya has access to certain hexes which can be quickly produced. These twist probability and chance in her favor or against others. This temporary alteration in probability has to be balanced out later, either by careful ritual dispersal or by a catastrophic equalization of bad luck.

Upon a Starry Mountain - Lenya can cause localized intense wind and storms, particularly if the weather is already bad.

Abilities:

Swiss Army Witch - Lenya has a truly impressive mastery of ritual magic, particularly Thaumaturgy. All of these rituals take time however and thus are not always useful in a crisis.

Arcane Artificer: Ritual craft requires the creation of ritual tools, as such Lenya is well aquainted with the construction of certain classes of enchanted items. She is also able to use these to 'macro' rituals for later use. She is reluctant to share these items with team mates without great need.

Coven: Lenya is one of five sisters and can draw on their knowledge and occasionally their assistance in her endeavours. This works both ways of course which occasionally causes problems for her teammates. Only one of her sisters is currently in the US however and they have their own projects to attend to.

Old Money: It is probably better people didn't ask where it comes from, but Lenya has substantial private means.

Academic Alchemist: Lenya has an interest in alchemy and maintains an extensive lab at her property on Isleboro. Her interest is in understanding her rituals in this new medium. As a result these potions are a little unreliable and have an unhealthy experimental dimension which is not always appreciated.

Trust Me: Lenya is naturally engaging and can augment this by the use of simple rituals and glamors.

Total Recall: Lenya can use her ritual skills to achieve a near eidetic memory of past events.

Combat Virgin: Lenya has no particular interest in or aptitude for physical combat, and much prefers to boil someone's blood from the comfort of a ritual circle. She views guns with a europeans suspicion and will require significant instruction from her teammate to become proficient in any kind of face to face combat.

The Lure of Knowledge: Lenya is fundamentally motivated by a quest to gather arcane knowledge for herself and her coven. This has in the part led to some questionable tactical decisions.

Equipment:

Little Briefcase of Horrors - Lenya carries a briefcase with a variety of ritual implements including knives, blood, incense and other equipment.

There Aren't Many Like it but This One is Mine: Lenya carries an athamae which was custom made for her on the day of her birth. It's exact origin is a carefully guarded secret of her coven and she keeps it concealed within an expensive fountain pen.

Rings on Her Fingers and Bells on her Toes: Lenya wears hand crafted jewelry of silver and polished copper. She uses these as vehicles for rituals performed earlier. The materials are expensive and time consuming to prepare.

Point and Shoot: Lenya has recently purchased a glock 9mm because the internet suggested that this was the best choice. It is currently considerably more dangerous to her than to the enemy.

Make a Note of It: Lenya is never seen without a notebook and pencil. She keeps notes obsessively.

[User]
Brushing the last few specks of ice-crystals off the metal knob, Coal twisted the handle, unaffected by the cold metal, as he swung the door open, flinching as it hit the wall with an unintentional bang.
Cerberus' first instinct was to leap off Coal, and scurry up the rickety stairs, the creaks and moans of worn-wood echoing throughout the home. Taking slow and careful steps as if the place might fall down on their heads, Coal's dark eyes wandered into and between the gloom, the light that filtered through the door was pinkening quickly and night would soon be upon them, which would without doubt cause the temperature to drop drastically. They would need to work fast if they wanted to come out of this with all their fingers.

"Luz Bruxa", Coal murmured through tight lips, a flare of golden light filling his open palm. The yellow light pooled onto the floor, casting long, dark tendrils of shadows across the knotwood-ridden walls, that coupled with the utter stillness and silence giving the place a strong foreboding mood.
But Coal was now headstrong, determined to prove himself as a capable witch, and proudly strode into the room. "I'm heading into the kitchen, everyone else, help along and look for clues with me" Coal ordered the group, "Imagine that, Coal thought to himself, "I just gave my first order!". A sense of pride swelled in him as he dug his non-glowing hand into his bookbag, drawing out what looked like a small little brown bag, tied together with string.
Undoing the knot, he sprinkled out what seemed to be glitter all over the floor that vanished as soon as it hit the floor. "Rainbow Dust, detects the presence or making of magic. Better safe than sorry," he replied to one in particular, before stuffing the bag of Rainbow Dust back in his bag and heading off into the kitchen. The Rainbow Dust he left behind remained undisturbed, whatever being was behind this spell was long gone, at least now they'd know when the caster would come back.

Entering the kitchen, Coal was hit instantly with a pang of uneasiness, there was no life in this room. No mice or cockroaches scurrying away, no cobwebs with half a spider's meal, the place was by no means tidy, just sterile. A carpet was haphazardly spread onto the floor, the cupboards were shut but cans of frostbitten beans and broken packs of instant noodles littered the floor, a fridge door was left open, with stacks upon stacks of ice melting inside the malfunctioning fridge. The whole place smelt of ice. Dry, stings the lungs, and utterly unpleasant. The only thing in half decent condition was a table laid out in the middle of the room, with no chairs around it. The table itself was old, made of rotting wood and a shorter leg held up by a phone book, but on it were bits of paper, decorated with ink and small, neat handwriting.
Wishing he had taken the second floor with Cerberus instead, Coal raised his arms again, his fingers dancing in complicated strokes, spreading his arms in a grandiose manner, he bellowed "Baaz".
Cuboards banged open, cans flew out, chunks of ice ricocheted across the room, and the stacks of paper fluttered about like cooped up birds, struggling to arrange themselves neatly. By now, everyone in a one mile radius heard him. "Sorry!" Coal's voice quipped from inside the echo chamber disguised as a kitchen. What was supposed to be a simple spell to show everything in the room was taken too literally. Every object not nailed down was now neatly organized in a grid like pattern on the floor.
Sometimes, having a lot of power can be a nuisance. "Wild magic is witch magic," said Coal, a frequent line he used to excuse immense screw ups such as this.
"No need to dwell on mistakes," he assured himself, "There's a mystery we need to solve!".
Taking deep breaths, Coal approached and looked over the neat mess. Nothing he hadn't seen before.
Soup cans, cans of peas, cans of corn, cans, cans, cans. One might think the owner was preparing for an apocalypse (well he or she wasn't far off). More dry food, newspaper clippings, and..

"Oh, what's this?"

[Assistant]
The stomping was now very audible to even a normal person's ear. Jaklo sheathed Legacy holding his shotgun with both hands. The blizzard was letting up, the eye of the storm was getting close to them. The group was pretty much in empty countryside. There were a couple farm houses and woods a few hundred yards away. Standing over it all there was a being of pure ice. It rivaled the size of the nearest trees clearly putting it at about twenty five to thirty feet tall. There was a dark mass in its center probably the catalyst of its creation. The best guess Jaklo had was this was a golem, a giant very angry ice golem. Jaklo's eyes dilated and he grinned with monstrous glee.

"Lock and load. Hunt's on." Jaklo laughed sprinting to the right of the creature.

He kept moving unloading into the right shin of the golem. The dragon's breath let out a roar just like its namesake as it sprayed a bright orange flame. The golem's leg had huge chunks blown out of it, but within seconds the spaces filled with snow and then turned into ice. It began swinging at Jaklo, but it was pathetically slow. At the same time Jaklo knew one good hit would likely break his visage, and a second was death.


[System]
Username: VKAllen
Age: 216 (appears to be 24)

Gender: Male

Race: Elf

Origin: The Xacrines

Profession: A member of a Sacred Order of the Xacrines Forest, "Nightbird's Sentry"

Weapons:
Hand-and-Half Sword, "the Visceroy"

A bastard sword crafted from the finest metal of the Nightbird's Sentry forge named 'Xespurium'. It keeps a balanced and agile weight level while maintaining a keen edge with optimum flexibility and excellent rigidity. The tang is surrounded by ancient oakwood scales wrapped in red silk braids and half bronze wire wrapped to its round, pear shaped pommel. The scabbard too was of fine craftsmanship. It is a wooden core scanbard wrapped in leather with beautiful silver fittings with carvings that depict the Nightbird's Sentry sigil and the deity in which they align themselves with, the Owl.

The blade itself, fullered to an acute point across half of its full length was grinded by hand from coarse to extra fine levels. While the entire body of the blade remained satin, the edge was polished finely that it practically is able to reflect light that makes the sword "blink" under the sun.

Longbow

Quiver of Barbed Arrows

Appearance:

Airdan stands 6 foot and 2 inches adorned with raven black hair and eyes belonging to a pair of beautiful amethysts. Like any elf, he is tall and lithe with muscles trained for endurance and quickness of foot rather than brute strength. His profession has also earned him many scars from wild beasts or sometimes monstrosities as a result of dark magic. The most prominent of scars is a long thin scar on the upper sode of his right cheek and diagonally across his left cheek. Other scars are hidden beneath clothing.

Personality:

"What's the meaning of life? Drink and be merry. Maybe bedding many women too! I've still got many many years!"

If you had believed that elves were the stoic and headstrong kind of individuals, it certainly would've broken every stereotype that is not Airdan. The lighthearted trait had come as a blessing in disguise for Airdan during his travels for many years. Most of the Order had the mysterious and silent tonality was outshined by his seemingly friendly and open attitude that opened unexpected doors at times that their pride would obstruct their advance. This is not to say that he doesn't follow the Order's Code-- in fact he does.

Short Biography:

The Nightbird's Sentry's task was simple; to keep the balance of the Forest. Guided by the Owl's immense wisdom, they traverse the thick bushes and dense forestry to carry out their tasks. Their abilities to blend into the background was unrivaled to the naked and untrained eye of typical outsiders of Xacrines. This level of camouflage was necessary to take down the anomalies that dare threaten the forest.

Airdan is a member of such Order. Operating close to 200 years mastered the path of tracking the forest and also becoming the forest. His achievements within the Order were not notable but consists of smaller ones such as adhering to the Order's Code.

He also traversed outside of Xacrines often, visiting the Solarian capital Estiala to pay their respect to the King and also as a holiday zone for many elves taking a break from their duties.
Other Notes:

[User]
She remembered the first time she had fallen in love.

Her lover's embrace was as gentle and lulling as a babe's lullaby; she could never get enough of the soft hymns being sung close to her ear, and how the warm feelings flooded her stomach when she saw her beloved's first smile of the day. It was so bright that not even the strongest storm could make her emotions disappear from her memory. Jocelyn could never imagine a single hour without her sky. It was there since her birth and was watching from above as she grew into a full woman. And when she finally got the opportunity to join the Valkyrie, she felt overjoyed. It had always been her dream to fly on the back of an eyrie-- she imagined soaring close to the soft, fluffy clouds on a beautiful blue day, and raising her hand so that her fingertips could touch the sun.

It was more difficult than she thought, being part of the Valkyrie. There was always something to do; scouting, hunting, spying, charting some distant, unknown, and possibly nonexistent land... the work never finished. But Jocelyn loved it. There was never a day where she would drift off to sleep in her own boredom, or idle around Loralis while waiting for work. And, if the time came where she would finish her duties ahead of time, she would fly.

Jocelyn grinned, her fingers curling into the cotton-like, downy feathers of her mount. The dappled, black eyrie soared the skies with her atop his back. His wings did not beat as often, as Sirus had found a wonderful tailwind to glide upon. But her eyes did not rest on the overcast skies just above her, as they always did. No, they looked below, at the stretch of wasteland underneath them. From above, Ecros appeared nothing more than an ocean of dry sands mixed with patches of dead grass. Sadness hung heavy in her chest as she remembered the days where Ecros blossomed with travelers and the grassy expanse of land was as gorgeous as ever. But after the Astrax-Estialian conflict, it all changed, and it was destroyed... along with legions and legions of Xororian men and women.

But she was there not to gaze upon the charred corpse of a once beautiful country, but to find the shady and slimy desert town that was known as the Far West's capital. The general of the Estialian Valkyrie had told her that there were rumors of revolts being whispered in the dusky taverns of Ecros; it was to be thought that people were disgruntled with their King Cassius, and wanted to rid of him. Jocelyn didn't know why she was sent alone. Usually, there would be a group of two or three members of the Valkyrie, and they would all protect each other on a mission.

Jocelyn and Sirus made a landing close to the town's borders. It didn't take long for her to dismount and gather her belongings before making her way towards the rickety cluster of civilization. Her eyrie knew not to follow that closely; instead, Sirus once again took to the skies and flew low. She could feel her trusted mount's eyes bore into her, making her relax a significant amount as she entered the city. She did have someone to protect her, after all.

Dust and dirt darkened her plated boots as she rested a hand on Dawnchaser. The blade was extremely useful while she was on Sirus' back, but now that she was on the ground, it was difficult to protect herself with it. Fortunately, Jocelyn considered herself adept at swordsmanship, and she believed that she would be able to defend herself rather well if she had to.

The sight of the town's infrastructures made chills crawl up her spine. Most of the buildings were created with sturdy wood, and many of them towered over her head like some sort of beast. Well, I'm here, Jocelyn thought. Now, where do I even start?

[Assistant]
Wren had arrived in Ecros long before the sun had risen as to not startle many people with his large tiger form pulling his cart. He knew his kind was not the most welcome of races in many places but most seemed to tolerate him if he had a decent amount of goods to sell, which is why he still traveled from city to city. This was his life, the one he had left his tribe for just after completing his right of passage. He was in love with traveling, he was fascinated by all the races, especially those he would never have any chance of meeting back home. He held no fear of the orcs or hatred toward Solarians. Everyone was a possible customer in his eyes. He had to make money somehow and he couldn't do that by limiting the amount of people he sold to. So he did not discriminate and instead treated every race with the same amount of respect he would toward his now tribe members.

By the time the sun began to rise and the city began to wake Wren had already found a decent place to set up his cart, sticked with preserved meats from many of his hunts, something he was sure would sell well here. He also had furs though he limited his display as this was a hot area and he was sure his furs wouldn't sell well here, they sold better in cold areas but most likely not here. Of all his traveling he had never come to Ecros, he had to gather more items to sell through trade before he could come to the wasteland or far west as many called it. Because of this he had a decent amount of other supplies such as yarns, dishes, leathers, and weapons. Most of which he was sure he would be able to sell here for a fair price.

He stood alone in the hot sun a while as people wondered by him, some inspecting the items as they passed and others ignoring the cart all together. It wasn't until the city really started to wake up that he started making sales and trades. It seemed people were slightly weary of him first but the more people started to come over to his cart the more they seemed to get comfortable with him. He smiled and bartered all the while, loving the interaction with the people. His ears twitched at every sound, constantly moving so he could hear better, and his tail twitched in response to his mood. It was a good day so far with Wren and he hoped it would stay that way. He wasn't looking for trouble and he certainly didn't want to be forced to do something to scare away his customers. He would stay here until his cart was mostly empty and move on, if he had not trouble here.

[User]
12 years ago

Octavian ran through the streets of Loralis, ducking and dodging passersby and market stalls as he explored the labyrinthine structure of the streets. His clothes, ragged and baggy had picked up so much dust and dirt throughout their time in his possession they had turned an unsightly shade of beige, a stark contrast to his pure white hair that draped down his shoulders and back.

He clambered up an empty fruit cart, using it as leverage to ascend one of the shorter buildings in the city. Minutes past and he had finally reached his destination atop the local church. He peered out over the city, watching the people milling around like ants in a maze. He raised his head, staring almost agape at what he had come to see. The many beautiful castles of Loralis. His eyes changed from a look of awe to one of determination as he vowed to one day own one of the castles and sit in amongst the nobility.

Present day

Octavian's pale white horse trudged over the final dune of the journey as Octavian removed the keffiyeh that had protected him from the harsh heat and sand of the Ecrosian borders. Earlier on in the journey he had traveled in a much lighter attire, but that proved unwise due to the bandits that stalked the desert day and night. His armour glimmered in the sunlight, becoming almost incandescent.

He stabled his horse at a nearby inn after arriving at the town, catching many stares from the poorer folk wandering the streets due to his noble appearance. His hunt began now, for once not for someone to kill or capture. A friend of his had informed him of good job opportunities within the city and had urged him to travel there as soon as possible. Now that he had arrived, Octavian suspected he was just trying to get rid of him.

[Assistant]
The equine snorted the dry air into its lungs, feeling its coarse heat by the tip of its hairs and trampled the sands uncomfortably while its rider shaded his amethyst eyes with leather covered hands looking farther into the desert's seemingly-never-ending course. He too snorted the dry air and felt its coarse heat by the tip of his hairs. It didn't help that he was pale and sweating heavily underneath the hooded garments he had donned. The saddle of the equine contained empty waterskins... Obvious that he had traversed the deserts for more than a day and found little signs of direction for where he needs to go. All he knew was the direction he came from amd that he needed to go the opposite way. "Ssshhh..." He stroked the mane of the horse as it gently calmed down. "Not long to go. We've been at it for days, Ecros should be near."

The two continued to travel at a normal pace, drinking few gulps of water as they traversed the desert eerily alone. Not a single soul could be seen across the vast sands. The sword was uncomfortably sitting in the scabbard. It moved and grooved along his waist as if it too was begging for a bit of water to cool itself down; though he didn't. The air was still coarse, felt by the tips of their hair.

Finally! As a sigh of his deepest relief, he was able to see Ecros. Or at least, what's left of it. The equine felt the relief it needed as well, hearing its rider squee happily it picked up its pace into a small gallop and circled towards the entrance of the town-- deserted. No guards or any gatekeepers. He was reminded of the coarse heat that he felt by the tip of of his hair. The shimmering sun that penetrates the skin and dries the eyes. Nobody would want to be barbecued by the sun. At least not in Ecros. He passed the main entrance and gently rode himself towards the nearest saloon where he quickly dismounted and landed with both boots kicking a dust cloud, dirtying the elegant elven craftsmanship and threw the rains over a pole with a trough filled with water. Or so he thought.

He pushed open the saloon doors and darted quickly and jolly to the bar bearing a grin and a puch filled with coin. "Bartender! Hurry and bring forth cold ale! Tis a day to celebrate the ridiculous travels of one to arrive here in Ecros!" He sat by the stool nearby and turned his back to see the people around him; weathered and tanned in appearance with some wearing very light and white attire. He threw down his dark green hood to reveal pointed ears and thoroughly wet with sweat and greased raven hair; features typical of an elf among the midst of solarians. The people's eyes scowled at him as talk begins to arouse. Of him, or his kind.


[System]
Magical Child Name: Nelly = The Giver / Saryn = The Taker

Age: 17

Gender: Female

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Personality: Nelly suffers from dissociative identity disorder (DID) where she seems to bounce between one personality which is believed to be the original Nelly and one other identity that shows itself after certain criteria are met named Syrn. Nelly can be best described as the warmth people want to feel when they're down, in the form of a hug or just general acts of kindness, if someone needs something and Nelly has it she's more than willing to share even if she doesn't have it she'll attempt to go out and get it. Always a cheerful optimist working through depression, loneliness and all of life's problems in a 'glass half full' kind of fashion in a way that almost feels outright obnoxious.

Saryn is a different story from the regular Nelly but unless a person has spent a good amount of time with both one wouldn't notice the change. Sayrn mimics Nelly's personality almost flawlessly the only real change is the thing that motivates her, while the real Nelly will help out of kindness Sayrn on the other hand seeks reward. While on the outside Saryn copies Nelly on the inside she is cold, sadistic, and very loathing of those around her; Sayrn is most likely to back stab Nelly's best friend for literally anything she deems a worthy reward, but she'd do it in such a way that Nelly's reputation isn't ruined; this isn't out of a liking for her other half its simply if people don't trust their face it'll be harder to take advantage of them later.

Nelly and Saryn will swap places with one another at random intervals, usually if one or the other falls asleep, Saryn is most likely to step in if Nelly isn't emotionally capable of handling the situation if the glass is completely empty for whatever reason. Sayrn will sometimes release her dominance over the body out of convenience.

*Side note: Nelly and Sayrn are completely aware of one another's existences*

Gimmick/Theme behind Powers: Sun Tarot card (Both right side up and upside down)

Psychological weakness: Dissociative Identity Disorder

Card: XVII – The Sun (Right-side up is Nelly, Upside-down is Saryn) the constant flipping and rotation of the card changes depending on the personality that is dominant at the time and because of this her skill take on different yet similar effects. Being both the savior and the taker they can be a truly helpful asset when used properly.

Aura of Preservation / Vampire Link: When Nelly is in control she passively has a warm presence that protects and rejuvenates her friends and allies, healing minor wounds, restoring stamina and giving an overall sense of comfort. The shield will absorb a good amount of incoming damage and transfer that energy to become a slightly stronger shield, however if those shields were to break all damage received is reflected upon Nelly while her allies remain untouched.
Sayrn isn't as giving and it is reflected in this ability that allows her to sap energy, and overall health from anyone she comes into contact with, if she touches someone she choose to connect their very life essence to her draining the target until she cuts the line or the victim dies, this stolen energy gives Sayrn a much stronger shield and healing affect while transferring all received damage to whomever she is linked with dividing it up equally ensuring that she goes unharmed. The amount of energy she steals is completely up to her. The immediate immune system of the poor unfortunate soul to be linked starts to shut down allowing Saryn to enjoy the warmth of another while their shivering in the cold and sickness.

Illumination / Blight: Nelly's illumination shines brilliantly through even the deepest darkness, lighting the way and even canceling out most minor illusions granting 'true sight' to allies around her, the initial wave can even exorcise lesser demons. The true sight only lasts for five minutes while the light can last as long as Nelly needs it.
Sayrn possesses the blight a sickly flame the devours anything, it touches friend or foe consuming both the body and soul, she can channel this flame through her vampire line to cause the target more pain to heal her even faster or mealy incinerate the enemy

History: It's completely unclear who exactly was the original personality, because Nelly's name is similar to the name given to the body born it's usually just easier to assume Nelly came first. The name Naphaline wasn't given to her by her birthmother as she abandoned the baby in a basket somewhere in the middle of the street, a rather unlucky beginning for a child who was unwillingly brought into this world. Fortune would smile on the infant when she was picked up by a young woman who adopted the child, gave her a house and food even a name albeit a very unorthodox name.

Growing up was decent enough her mom wasn't the richest person in the world, but she was a hard worker and very loving, Naphaline who didn't know this woman wasn't actually her mom looked up to her like a child would its parent and learned from her. Her mom always strived to be more than she was the day before, getting up early every morning and attempted to better herself and become a good role model for her adoptive daughter this kind and caring approach to child raising laid the foundation for the personality known now as Nelly, but her mostly self-motivated reward driven approach to life also helped bring Sayrn into the world however both were still apart of one whole. When it became harder to support herself and her child the woman took to fortune telling as a side job using the tarot cards her mother gave to her from one of her many travels, though she never used "The Sun" and instead gave it to little Naphaline telling her hold it close.

The split between Nelly and Sayrn didn't actually happen until their mom took deathly ill and Nellphaline was taken away as she wasn't seen fit to take care of a child anymore. Now that she was away from her parent and living in an orphanage was very lonely, her kind personality was often times taken advantage of by the other kids so she would feel used or abandoned when lying in bed at night hoping her mother would get better; it was on such a night that Nellphaline's psyche split in two giving birth to Nelly and Sayrn on one way she would never be lonely again and Sayrn could take care of the harder things while Nelly continued to strive for a brighter future in peace while maintaining her innocence. The dividing force between the two was strong enough to trigger the Tarot card "The Sun" allowing the two personalities some form of synchronous harmony.

[User]
"Just call me Terra Breaker. But I didn't come here to chat with some cherry girls."

That was her only reply to the other girls, as she set off immediately towards one of the ever multiplying birds. If this bird was multiplying, there had to be an end somewhere. If the bird regenerates immediately into other birds, then all they had to do was completely destroy the body, leaving behind no trace. With just one swing of her arm, a bird exploded to pieces as she punched it. Hayami was feeling a bit better from her last fight, but her clothes were still tattered, and her vision was still slightly blurry. Fighting low leveled demons such as these wouldn't exactly be a challenge though, not even to a newly made magical girl.

"Oi, start killing faster. I don't want to babysit you people longer than I have to."

Just as she pulverized one more bird however, one shot out at her, though it seemed more thrown than any sort of attempt to attack on the bird's part.

Thrown...

Obviously someone who had reason to attack a magical girl. Who was also a demon. Obviously.

Crushing that bird effortlessly, she landed near where she thought the bird was thrown, a seemingly empty roof devoid of people. It could be a demon masquerading as a roof however. She wouldn't put it past them, especially with her experience with demonic pastries and utensils in the past. Certainly almost harmless, but frustratingly annoying to exterminate.

"Come on out." Hayami looked around nonchalantly, hand in one of her pockets. "Or I'll hunt you down like the animal you are."

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Tali began walking, into the suburbs from the treeline. Thankfully nobody was around to see a girl with a walking stick and a sleeping pack rolled up on her back. She studied the time period and adjusted her clothes accordingly, taking her belongings and moving them into a red backpack before donning a navy-coloured school uniform. It was strange to be back in human time again, she could nearly feel it slink past as she entered it. She wondered if her family was still around now, she wondered how old her baby brother was. She knew she was somewhere outside of London - maybe they had moved here? Did they need her? Maybe her intuition led her back to them to save them somehow. She could only wonder.

Her bare feet touched burning sidewalk and she jumped back, hissing at it. She donned shoes, even if this hindered her senses through the earth. She walked funny in them at first, but soon remembered the feeling of them. She made her way to the city nonetheless, keeping her mind empty. Thoughts would only crowd out her intuition and she would likely lose her way if she paid any mind to them.

Suddenly she felt her stomach drop. Her body felt heavy and gravity seemed to change. She turned and began sprinting in the other direction to escape this danger, dropping to all fours. She panted as she tried to outrun the sinking feeling, but once it touched the tip of her toe, she was sucked in.

Tali came out from the other side of the portal in full feral mode. She was crouched on the ground and growling lowly. Her senses readjusted to find an overwhelming amount of beings around her. Thousands of bodies moved around rapidly as if she were shrunk into an ant hill. She looked around at those immediately near her. It was a group of children near her biological age. They stood around and chatted happily, or at least comfortably.

English. She hadn't spoken this language or any at all in a long time. She raised up, not lowering her guard one bit. She managed to speak, 'Who you?' she demanded as she glared with a golden eye.

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Robyn Bennett
The school bell rang, the sound echoing through the hallways which soon would be brimming with students. Slowly the classes emptied themselves and voices started to fill up the corridors which had been silent until thus far. Robyn found herself amidst the buzzing, surrounded by a group of classmates. She didn't particularly stand out; she was just another person amongst the crowd of adolescents. Although, if you would pay close attention, you would think her posture had more confidence to it, her gaze to be more determined in comparison to those around her. With nimble footsteps she walked towards the main hall, her dark hair bouncing lightly as she went. While most of her classmates were on their way to the cafeteria, Robyn preferred to eat her lunch outside.

As she treaded down the doorsteps, she looked up at the sky; in contrast to the image most people had of the weather in the UK, today the sky was crystal clear aside from maybe one or two contrails. She started to make her way down the path which lead to one of the benches where she usually sat down to have her meal, but slowed down when she noticed an odd glistening. Tilting her head, she tried to peer through the leaves of a big tree next to the school building. As she drew closer she figured the glimmering did not originate from within the tree, but instead was located somewhere behind it and… somewhere above it..? A strange sensation awoke within her when she turned around the trunk and saw the source. A portal..! Although over the past few years Robyn had gotten more or less used to the idea that she could see things that could be considered supernatural – hell, she had even needed to fight against some of those things with the powers that had been granted to her – every time she encountered something new her heart jumped a little. Without giving much more thought to it, she hid behind one of the corners of the academy and transformed into her magical attire. A blue flash leaped up into the tree and with another jump, Robyn disappeared into the portal.

Spinning around in the whirlwind she had created to lift herself up, it her took a moment to regain focus and behold the city of London as it became visible underneath her. Despite, or maybe because the vibrant streets were littered with people, no one seemed to have noticed the arrival of the girl. Robyn felt the wind underneath her lose momentum and knew soon she was going to descend. As she started to fall back to earth a group of individuals caught her eye. Seems I'm late to the party, she remarked inwardly when she realized they were magical children, just like her. Creating one more burst of wind midair she dashed in their direction.

Agile, she landed swiftly, and joined the group. "Why hello," she announced herself as she bowed slightly, placing one foot behind the other. "Most refer to me as The Tempest, but I'd prefer if you'd call me something more personal such as Abigail," she said, a faint smile present on her lips. "Don't worry, that's not my real name," she added; although in this situation it did not seem directly necessary to her, Robyn was aware of the convention to keep their real identity a secret.

She glanced around the circle, finding herself a little lost as she had never seen so many magical children together. Her gaze rested on one of the younger girls, her bright eyes looking up at her when she mentioned that she had brought cookies which she'd happily share with all of them. She was taken aback a little by the offer, but her growling stomach reminded her of her earlier plans, so she gladly accepted one. "Thank you!" she said gratefully before biting down.

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'Let's see we have watersports the video game, rocks…. Excuse me pebbles for brains and diabetes' Saryn thoughts echoed as she continued to insult the other magical girls as she was never fond of the magical rejects in Japan especially those so called friends Nelly has in Akihabara. 'Be nice' Nelly thought back stepping forward ignoring the one called Terra Breaker and accepting a treat from the chocolatier "Thank you" She said kindly taking a cookie and taking a bite out of it 'OK well the chocolate factory has a gift' Saryn admitted her voice ringing a lot lower toned than it was previously  'Anyway give me control you're too defensive to fight demons' she yelled 'no you willingly released your hold to me, it's my turn' Nelly explained running forward and using the stolen strength from the now dead demon launched herself high into the air and bounced off one of the birds.

Nelly continued to jump higher and higher any attack made by the birds were deflected quickly until the extra energy was depleted, but it didn't matter as she made it to the heart of the swarm. Holding in her arms in a praying fashion to use her illumination ability which was essentially a demon purge skill, though it killed them in a very non-violent way quick and painless. She was shining like a small star in the sky, though it wasn't as bright as it could have been being that it was bright already outside. The flock of demonic birds turned into a massive dust cloud and Nelly began to fall passing up the Terra Breaker in her descent. 'Yea beat that you tectonic looser' Saryn shouted 'Not even remotely funny' Nelly replied in her own thoughts.


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Age: 24

Appearance:

Profession: Lion tamer

Bio: Claire was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage at a young age, but ended up running away with a friend of hers when she was 8, because she hated living there. The two joined the circus who'd arrived in town and was allowed to travel with the circus as long as they made themselves useful. Claire was amazed by all the animals at the circus, but especially the lions and the tigers. She became the apprentice of the current lion tamer and learned everything from him. In time, he left the circus to settle down and start a family, by then Claire had to take over as the circus' lion tamer. She's got some horrifying scars on her arms and legs, but that was from when she was careless and inexperienced. She smells like one of the big cats herself most of the time, and she's recognized as one of them by now.

Name: Elena Dragomirov

Age: 47

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Profession: Circus director/Magician

Bio: Elena is russian and took over the circus about ten years ago. She used to be the circus magician before that. There's not a lot more known about her. There's rumours that her magic is more than just tricks and illusions.

Name: Solomon

Age: 6

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"Of course it doesn't make me feel better. Why would it?" She couldn't stop a second laugh from escaping her though, and mumbled to herself. "I hope that groping my breasts made you feel better at least."

Despite what Claire had done to Kate when she was under the assumption that she was part of the nightmare, her friend comforted her when she was faced with her own fear. Claire felt grateful that she had someone like Kate in her life, and she had felt like that more times than she could remember.

"Thanks, Kate, I appreciate it."

Kate summoned blades out of thin air. She threw them at Elijah and missed him as she had intended to do. Claire wondered if it was truly that easy to defeat his fear. He was afraid of getting hit, not letting Kate throw blades at him, right? It seemed to work and make him more at ease though. Claire would have hit him and healed his wound if she had been in Kate's shoes, to show him that getting hit wasn't the end of the world.

Claire had her own fear to deal with. She had to disregard her two friends and focus on the wild Solomon that was coming closer. Why were there two of them? She understood that it made sense for a number of her fears to be symbolized by Solomon, but why not just one white tiger?

Solomon kept circling her, growling and whining at her. He never came up to her though. Claire had to think about which one of her fears she was actually facing here. It occurred to her that it might have something to do with what would have happened to Solomon if they had never met. His life had been made better because she had adopted him, but what if she had never been able to do that or inadvertently hurt him in some way by bringing him up?

There were times when she had doubted her skills as a lion tamer, and thought about what harm she could have caused to her kittens if she had been careless. She had never wanted to hurt an animal in her life, but were they really better off living in a circus than living in the wild? She doubted they could be returned to the wild once tamed, but still, it was a disconcerting idea.

Claire closed her eyes like Kate had done, and thought about her whip. She could feel it in her hand before she opened her eyes again. If she were to face her fear, she had to deliberately hurt Solomon. The thought alone made her feel to her very soul.

The white tiger dropped his younger self on the ground, bared his teeth and inched closer to her. She used the whip on the ground next to and in front of him, but he didn't react at all. He grabbed Claire's clothes in his mouth and growled at her. She couldn't get herself to do it anyway. Solomon bit her leg and drew blood, but while she screamed and felt the pain she figured she could endure it. It wasn't until she heard the crunching of her bone that she closed her eyes hard and used the whip on the face of the tiger.

He released his grip on her leg, and Claire opened her eyes. She saw the mark of the whip across his face, but he looked tame, like his usual self and somewhat sad about having hurt his master. He tried to lick her wound clean before he bothered acknowledging his own. She bent down and hugged him, crying against his fur.

"I'm sorry."

She felt him fade in her arms, and the only proof left that there had been a feral Solomon in the first place was the cub he'd left behind. Although baby Solomon wasn't whining anymore, he was running around her and playing with her clothes, as energetic as ever.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the tears from her eyes. The only one who hadn't faced their fear yet of the three of them was Kate. Claire looked at her, trying to contain her smile and laughter. It actually was funny to her now though, because Elijah and herself had fears she could understand. Kate's was a bit silly in comparison.

"How do you want to face your fear then, Kate? Do you want to start where you left off?" Claire giggled, but put her hand over her mouth.

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Elijah and Kate stepped back as the big cat began circling Claire, growling and appearing rather intimidating. It was unknown to Kate what fear this was, or why there were two tigers instead of just one. However, it made sense to her that it involved a version of Solomon. Claire's life revolved around those beautiful creatures, and without them she wouldn't be the same.

When the big cat grew more aggressive and bit Claire's leg, Kate instinctively took a step forward. Eli grabbed her arm and shook his head, pulling her back towards him.

"She needs to do this."

The pair watched nervously as the whole scene played out. Something as simple as striking the tiger with a tamer's whip ended the gruesome event and Claire fell to comfort the now tamed beast, which soon disappeared. All that was left of the ordeal was the charming baby tiger, as if it were the reward and symbol of a fear overcome.

Claire and Elijah were now fear-free, or at least of one of their fears. It all fell to Kate now, who looked nervously from Claire to Eli as she questioned what she was supposed to do.

"Well, uh..."

It occurred to her that she didn't really know exactly what she was afraid of. Was she afraid of Claire finding out about her feelings? No, not really. She had pondered the idea of telling her before. Was she afraid of herself? Of others finding out? No, and no. Kate wasn't one to entertain the opinions of others, nor was she uncomfortable in her own skin.

Thinking back to the events of when she first woke up in this horror-ridden wasteland, she remembered how her arm had decided to take it upon itself to feel up Claire. Recalling that she was unable to move her arm, she thought that may have something to do with it. Why would a part of her body fall under something else's control?

Kate would never imagine touching Claire while she was asleep or unknowing of it, and she was certain that she wouldn't subconsciously do it. The reaction though... the reaction that Claire had at the discovery was of pure disgust and broken trust. That was what had gotten to Kate so badly, it had shaken her to the core.

Kate realized she wasn't afraid of Claire finding out her feelings, she was afraid of losing Claire over them. That was the reason she had never decided to tell her, because having her as her friend was invaluable compared to driving her away over some silly emotions. That was what scared her the most, not having Claire in her life because she didn't feel the same way.

"Claire..." Kate turned to her and scratched at her neck nervously.

Yet she still didn't know how she was supposed to face this fear. She supposed the only way would be to fess up and face the consequences, no matter what they were.

"First of all, I swear that I had no control over what happened earlier. But, if I'm being honest..." her feet shifted nervously under her, afraid that all Claire will be able to do is giggle at her.

"There is something I've been needing to tell you. I don't remember when I started thinking of you differently, but, I uh... I need you to know that I think of you as more than a friend." She winced at the sound of her words, knowing how silly it must sound. "I fancy you, Claire. There, I said it."

But she didn't feel any different, the words that she spoke were true and yet she still felt afraid. Nervously, she swallowed and looked at Claire.

"Oh, for God's sake. Screw it."

Kate stepped towards Claire and pressed her lips against hers in a gentle kiss, closing her eyes and praying that when she opened them, it would all be over with. Elijah stood off to the side, trying to contain the smile and chuckle that was threatening to burst out.


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Age: 17

Gender: Male.

Appearance: A stout young lad with scrambled red hair just above his amber eyes. An audible Irish accent with just a hint of sarcasm laced between his words on occasion. Quite tall, at 5'11" and he doesn't care far too much about his clothing. He normally wears a comfortable flannel or tee paired with straight jeans or shorts.

Dream appearance: Same as IRL appearance.

Personality: Finn is an extrovert, he is always trying to become friends with others and normally everyone can easily trust him. Due to the loss of his father at a young age, and him trying to fill this void in his life, he tries to always be talking to someone, on the phone at the very least. He can be snarky and sarcastic when he feels it is appropriate but his normal nature is sweet and overly kind to everyone.

Dream personality: Same as IRL personality.

Background: Finn was always attached to his father since he was young, always depending on his wisdom. Unfortunately, when he was in middle school he passed away in an accident involving work. Now days, he lives with only his mother, Tonya, and cat, Sam. Because of his situation, he has been taking everything he has been given more seriously, this includes academics and become the programmer he wants to be. Finn hates to be alone, he has ever since the accident with his father. Due to this, he is almost always on the phone talking to someone he has managed to befriend. Finn doesn't quite understand lucid dreaming. He knows what it is, he knows he has a knack for it, but the whole idea is still very new to him.

Power: Finn carries around a small bear with a heart embedded on it's cheek. His father gave this toy to him when he was in elementary school, and when he lucid dreams this little bear talks to him to keep him company through the night. It's voice is that of a little girls, and only he can hear it.

Other: Finn is really into Tide Laundry Detergent. He is also into video games.

P.S. TIL Ducks can quack with determination if their hearts really feel it.

P.P.S. Lyrix was a HUGE help in the writing process, this application wouldn't be half as good without their help.

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Shin jerked suddenly, it felt as if he was just thrown into this dream nightmare. Feeling the water touch his shoe, soaking through the canvas and wetting his toes uncomfortably when he jumped, he pulled himself up onto the ledge and stood next to what seemed to be an old cell tower looming above him. Across the canal, which was far too long to even consider crossing, there were a number of dark buildings. None of them seemed completely in tact and there was no sign of anyone else here with him. A tall dark building caught his eye in the distance. He couldn't make out any specific details, besides how large it was especially in comparison to all the others.

He brushed himself off and walked south, exploring the area. There was unidentifiable rubble along the ground and a coat of dust found itself blowing in the air. The sky was cloudy, who knows what time it was but it certainly wasn't day. Looking down the canal, near the fence that separated the dilapidated town from literally nothing in particular, there was flood gates parted open in an unnatural way. The look of mold growing up the side was unsettling, but if you think about mold as a life form atleast Shin wasn't entirely alone.

Shin made his way to the building that he presumed controlled the broken flood gates, but couldn't find any obvious entrance in plain sight atleast. He decided trying to get in was useless anyway, and started walking back north.

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Anya more or less woke up, well not really woke up moreso re-gained the ability of cognitive thought, jammed between two dumpsters of trash. Her first thought was oh holy shit this stinks what, her second thought was shoving one of the dumpsters away so as to escape her make-shift prison.

Lucky for her she wasn't over-weight or she'd be hard pressed to manevour her arms around in front of her. She easily pushed the dumpster in front of her out of the way and stood up. Looking around she was in some kind of alleyway behind some kind of old office building. "Well..this definetely isn't something I'd ever think of." She spoke to herself, looking down each end of the alley, and eventually up above her.

Someone she'd never seen before in any of her dreams, much less real life, was standing on an old rickety balcony a floor above her. Slamming one of the lids of the dumpsters closed Anya climbed on top to get a better look at the person.

He was quite clearly older than she was, and definetely no one she'd ever seen before. She could've sworn she saw faint squiggly movement under the mans left shirt sleeve but shrugged it off, thinking it was simply this weird and creepy place playing tricks on her.

"Hey! Who are you!" She called out, waving up at him. "And where are we? I don't recall thinking this place up before." Maybe the man was one of the background characters she'd thought up before to talk to her and she accidentally thought of this place somehow.

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Dewey awoke to shouting, clearly not the best way to wake up. " Hey! Shut the f#&k up back there, peasant! " Of course he had to call them peasants-- he was a trained sorcerer! And besides, maybe they were just random people he thought up of. A few seconds after, he ever so slowly stands up, still regaining his supposedly existent senses

Since, of course, his non-existent senses were still not there, he, like a drunk man in an alleyway, walks up the stairs. Greeted by a boring floor of what seems to be an office, he quickly walked stumbled towards the exit. By now, he had regained his senses, and had been greeted by an awfully empty scenery.

Hopefully nothing would attack ( and maybe incinerate, electrocute or freeze ) him.

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Truth be told, Saniya was afraid of many things. The dark had never been one of them, not even when she was a child. The darkness that came in dreams was even less intimidating, because even in lucid dreams she always had a vague sense of where everything was. It was the same as searching a set of drawers while dreaming; Saniya was never truly surprised by what she found because her own subconscious was the one that created it. It was precisely for this reason that when Saniya opened her eyes to the pitch black room that she fought the urge to panic in the dark for the first time - not because the dark was frightening, but because she was asleep and could not sense what was around her.

Saniya took a step forward and promptly stubbed her toe on something very hard and metallic. Swearing angrily, she backed up instead to find herself with her back pressed flat against the wall. It took Saniya a moment to recognize this as the blessing that it was, then she scuttled quickly along, hugging the wall as she traced her hands over it, searching for any method of escape. The doorknob rattled slightly as she tapped it with the side of her hand. Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to face what must be the door in front of her.'Please,' she thought, and it occurred to her how stupid this was to think, given that this was a dream. Something told her that if this door was locked, she was in trouble. Thankfully, the door swung open, and a gust of fresh air welcomed Saniya into the complex.

The very first thing that the young woman did was examine herself. She inspected her hands carefully, rubbed one carefully over her facial features, and then patted her chest. "One of those, huh?" she remarked to herself under her breath, as was her habit in these dreams. It was only then that she took a look at her surroundings, only to find them utterly unfamiliar. "That's... new," the young woman observed, a slight frown creasing her expression as she wondered why she would have dreamed this. A slight movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She glanced over to see a.. was that a man or a boy? She would have thought a man, save for his diminutive height. He was wandering, seemingly aimless, through the dilapidated buildings. Saniya's frown deepened. He was new, too.

The young woman (though not at all as young as she looked) did not call to him, but she made no move to hide herself, either. Instead she waited, and watched.


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Age: 33

Specialty: Rogue, Duelist

Origin: Julien is the third son of Dannard Hannadir, a minor nobleman of the city of Ostwick in the Free Marches. The future Grey Warden had a happy childhood, enjoying the privileges that came with having a "Name" and some wealth. Nevertheless, despite his good life the young Julien always yearned to travel and see the world. A yearning that only grew stronger once he realized that as a third son of a minor noble he would have to make his own fortune and name. And that was what Julien did as soon as he came of age. Turning his dueling hobby into a profession the youngest Hannadir earned a reputation by travelling around the Free Marches as a wandering duelist, joining tourneys, guarding caravans, teaching young nobles and even getting conscripted once, in Kirkwall to fight against pirates.

Never staying in one place for too long or creating lasting ties, Julien preferred the life on the road and was preparing to travel for a tourney in Orlais when news reached that his father was deathly ill. Abandoning the travel plans, Julien rushed back to Ostwick. Arriving in time to say his last goodbyes to his father and catch up with his brothers. As expected, he was almost completely left out of his father's will, earning only a small stipend and some small family heirlooms. Not that it bothered him much as he had long since accepted the reality of the situation. After all, the notion that he could not rely on an inheritance was what spurned him on to spend the last decade wandering around the Free Marches. And so departed once again, refusing his brothers' offers to stay with them but parting on good terms.

It was back on the road, a few weeks after leaving Ostwick together with a caravan that Julien had his first contact with the Darkspawn and met the Grey Wardens for the first time. The ensuing battle was fierce and bloody. The caravan guards were outnumbered but managed to hold on long enough for the Grey Wardens tracking that particular band to arrive and save the caravan. Impressed by the fighting prowess of the Wardens and now suddenly aware of the threat posed by the Darkspawn, Julien decided to volunteer for the Order. Managing to survive the Joining and serve with some distinction.

Five years later he was transferred from the Marches to Vigil's Keep in Ferelden, just in time to join the army mustered by King Cailan and head south to Ostagar.

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Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...

If their resources had not been so minimal, she would suggested making something more clever and reliable than using stick and using them like spears. For now, there wasn't much else they could do that wouldn't seem crazy or risky. Wystellia followed Julien downwards toward the lower part of the crest where he began to look for the sort of branch that would be strong enough to pierce a fish but light enough for them to actually use to do so. The man continued to speak as he went to work on the branch he just procured. "Well the sun rose to the left of the village we were in..." She then turned in a circle to see where it was now. "It's rising from over there." She pointed beyond the river.

"Did you know that the sun doesn't really rise in the east, nor does it really set in the west?"

Thanks to the reading she had done in her younger years at The Circle, Wystellia knew that the mannerisms of the sun weren't so cliche and predictable as many might think. "That only happens twice during a normal year. Otherwise the sun will rise either slightly northeast or southeast. It of course depends on the season, as well as where someone is. If we were in The Orlesian Empire, that would also need to be taken into consideration. With the proper tools I could give a more accurate display of where we need to go..." She trailed off as she had bee pacing around the general wooded area for the past minute or two, also in the process of finding her own suitable branch or bit of wood that she could use.

"But I think we head in a general direction and look for a path, it will have to lead us somewhere." Wystellia said. At the moment, they appeared to be moving west which meant they needed to change direction but only slightly. "We need to start going more right...right?" She glanced to him as she planted a foot on a tree's trunk and grabbed hold of a branch and began to try pulling and wiggling to get it to break off. When it finally gave, she stumbled backward but steadied herself before she wound up in the river. Turning to Julien, she handed him what she had managed to find so he could do the honors.

Once their pieces of wood were sharpened, Wystellia and Julien set to work trying to catch some fish. Like Julien, she wasn't too sure of the method but they had little choice. "I'm giving this ten minutes to work, otherwise we're going off and tracking some real food." She told him. They couldn't waste daylight trying to make a meal but at the same time, they couldn't spend time walking only to be without energy when they needed to fight. It was a tricky thin line to walk across. She saw a shadow and threw her makeshift spear at it. It missed and the fish quickly swam off. She reached over and got the spear back without getting her feet too wet. Already, the practice of throwing, missing and then fetching was becoming tiresome and dulle.

"I do have two apples for us to eat, just in case we can't find anything." She mentioned to him as she kept eyeing the river again, despite not being too thrilled about the event of possibly catching a fish and having to skin, cook and eat it. "Since we're gonna be traveling together for...a while, we should probably get to know one another. Back in Ostagar, there wasn't a real formal chance to do so. We have a lot of time now though." She said and glanced over to him. "Do you have any family?" It was likely he didn't. Most people nowadays had lost someone, if not everyone close to them. That was what the Blight would do, take everything wonderful away while dragging survivors down to their knees.

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Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the south.

 Julien nodded absently as Wystellia explained the intricacies of the Sun. It wasn't like he didn't care, as a general rule Julien often found these little tidbits of information interesting, but he was more worried about sharpening the stick so that they could work on catching dinner than listening to technicalities. As useful as they may prove in the future. And in any case it was not like he would actually absorb the information in any useful way now. Yes, let her worry about that. Julien was too busy wetting his boots to bother with that.

 Well, of course. Heading in a general direction would take them somewhere alright. Julien thought to himself. It's just that following a random path blindly could take them right into the Darkspawn Horde just as it could take them straight to Denerim. "We need to start going more right...right?" Julien repeated with an amused tone. "By the way you were speaking I figured you would use your years of academic studies to pinpoint our exact location in relation to King Cailan's third cousin through his second aunt." He joked as Wystellia handed him the stick. In no time he had already handed the sharpened stick back to the elf.

 Once the two of them were in the river, Julien finally realized that maybe this method of fishing wasn't the best. To be honest the templar that taught him wasn't that good either. And the two of them ended up going to sleep with their bellies empty. But he was digressing and losing focus. Shaking his head slightly he strained his eyes to look for fishes. Ignoring her when she talked about giving up and suppressing a small chuckle when she missed.

 "You will never catch anything if you don't get your feet wet." Julien warned as he narrowly missed a fish with his spear. Thrusting again and again as he tried to catch the fish before it swam out of reach. Almost falling on the river on the process. "A little water won't kill you. Unless there's some facts about elves that I'm unaware." He teased as he gave her a quick glance.

 The question about family kinda caught him by surprise and Julien almost speared his own foot. It's not like he wasn't expecting this conversation. They were travelling together after all. But he figured the 'let's know each other better' talk would come later. Preferably when they weren't busy with anything else. Still, there was no reason to reply:

 "I got family back home in the Marches. Mother, two older brothers, five nephews and six nieces." He said casually as he trained his eyes on an incoming fish. "It has been a while since I've seen them however." He added as he readied himself to spear the fish. "Decided to make my own path and got out of home as soon as I could to be-" Julien paused as he thrusted his spear at the fish. "Caught one!" He announced triumphantly as he raised his improvised weapon out of the river, a still twitching fish impaled on the top. "It looks like we won't go to bed completely starved today." He added with a grin as he unstuck the fish from the spear and laid it on the river bank.

 "Anyway, where was I?" Julien asked as he returned to the river. Because he was damn sure that he could catch at least one more fish to complement their dinner. "Ah yes, I spent most of my adult life as a wandering duelist before joining the Wardens. Never had many chances to stop by and visit them. What about you? Had anyone before going to the Circle?"

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Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...

His joke regarding orienteering themselves to an obscure potential ally make her smirk a little. "Just give me time and we'll get there." She wryly replied to Julien. As they began to take shots at the fish, he mentioned her needing to get her feet wet. She frowned and looked down, not really wanting to walk with wet feet. It just didn't feel right. And maybe it was because she didn't grow up around water and hence, wasn't exposed to it until she took the boat over to The Circle and then later became a Grey Warden, but she didn't trust the stuff. Not when it was out in the open. It could react on its own when it was an ocean or river or waterfall.

Wystellia was nervous and looked upwards at the river, wondering if it would suddenly pick up and wash them miles away.

No, she couldn't think like that.

It was a silly thought and she felt silly for thinking it.

She bent down and took off her boots. "Elves don't mind water." She huffed. "I do." She said as she set them aside and walked closer to the riverbank. Wystellia inched her way into the river and glanced at Julien, hoping he was satisfied with the effort. In her mind, this was wasting time and making her even more hungry. The more energy they expelled, they needed to ensure that it was restored as well. As much as she wanted to chase after a deer and pretend she was back in a forest like her ancestors, they had committed to fishing and they had to see it through now.

When Julien finally indulged her in the topic of conversation, she was surprised to hear the family he had. It was a lot, at least in her mind. As he spoke about his family and how he had been so determined to get out of there, he exclaimed he caught a fish. The mage looked down at the water rushing between her toes and decided she couldn't let him do all the fishing. She began furiously stabbing at the water, trying to get something. Anything. After a few tries, she managed to get a fish by its tail. She bent down and wrestled with it. She stood up and let out a sigh, feeling pretty tired after having dueled with the slippery headache.

"After you left home." She said when Julien wondered where he had left off.

It was unfortunate, to her anyway, that he hadn't gone back to his family. For all she knew, her family was gone, either killed or starved. But she could understand not wanting to go back, as much as it hurt. "Me? I grew up in Denerim in the Alienage there." She said as she made her way out of the river, not feeling as bold as Julien was. One was more than enough to her. "My parents did what they could to get by..." She thought back to the struggles she wasn't supposed to see behind closed doors. She shook her head and tried to pick some of the leaves and murk off of her feet so she could put her boots back on.

Hopefully the sun would dry her feet off somewhat.

"When I showed signs of having magical blood...I was taken away from my family. Part of me hoped I could go back and use my magic to break everyone out but I know now it's...a childish whim." She told him. "Years and years passed, then Duncan came and recruited me and...I did go back to Denerim a few years ago, did some shopping...debated whether or not to see my family." She began to lace up her boots, the very ones she got back in the aforementioned city. "I ended up paying them a visit, my father was older than I had ever imagined, my mother was gone...maybe dead or just gone, no one really told me." She shrugged and stood up and picked her fish back up, it finally having suffocated on dry land.

"Being a Grey Warden takes time, makes you forget yourself sometimes. It's a double edged sword."

[Assistant]
Kingdom of Ferelden. Somewhere in the South

 Julien remained quiet as Wystellia spoke about her time in the Alienage. As much as it would be polite to say something he figured that they weren't close enough for the words to have any real meaning. Plus Wystellia might not be comfortable touching the subject. And as she withdrew from the river Julien turned back to the flowing water. If he could catch just one more fish, he said to himself, just one more and he would get out of the river and dry his boots.

 "Well..."Julien started awkwardly as she finished telling him of her trip to Denerim. "For what is worth I'm sorry for your loss." Now that he could say with sincerity. The duelist knew very well the pain of losing a parent. And though his circumstances were better, if you can truly apply this word to this kind of situation, the sentiment was still there.

 "Just one more things they don't tell when you sign up." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood at her last commentary. To be frank however, there are lot of things the Grey Wardens don't tell their new recruits. But then again, if the details of the Joining were common knowledge he doubted that many would be willing to join the order. Julien himself, he had to admit, would probably not even think twice about the possibility if he knew that he could die just from the initiation into the order. And if he hadn't joined the order he wouldn't be in this mess.

 Shaking these thoughts out of his head Julien once again tried to focus on the river. He had joined the Wardens on his own free will and there was nothing that he could to change it. Wondering about the past would do no good. And it was with a clear head that he finally managed to spear a second fish.

 "That should be enough." Julien declared as he walked out of the river. "It's not much but should be enough to get us going some more time." He admitted as he shook of his legs on the river banks. "Wanna get a fire going here or do you prefer to look for somewhere else to camp?"


[System]
Race: --UNKNOWN--
Gender: Male
Alignment: Sith
Description:
He hides behind his mask. Forever. It is said that he is cursed, that the mask is in fact his skin. And that he feels every wound more than anyone could ever feel anything. But others claim he is Darth Nihilus reborn. A scar upon the Force.

His personality is pretty straight forward. He understands that cheer ruthelessness would not inspire much loyality among his sentient followers. He values competence, rewards bravery and teaches the young and the foolish. But his punishments are cruel and harsh. Failure at a most basic task without a sufficient explination may lead to a degradation. But become a traitor, and you will wish for dead to come.
Reference:

Home system: Yavin
Fleet:
- Lukrahulk Droid Control Ship "Immortalis" (6)
>> No upgrades or refits

- Providence Class Carrier "Yavin's Pride" (3)
>> No upgrades or refits

- Munificent Frigate "Iridima" (1)
>> No upgrades or refits

Logs:
Start: +10 control points

Personal ship:
- The Grey Hope
- Retrofitted Dynamic-class cruiser

Assets:
>> Professor Serin Medina. Professor starship engineering at Garos IV.

[User]
As Lord Phoenix was in the bridge when the fleet came out of hyperspace he saw the entire fleet begin firing on the republic. They were vastly outnumbered and weren't prepared for this massive assault. He looked over the battle through the hologram that was being projected. He ordered most of his fire power to destroy the Republic flagship. While he sent out fighter escorts with bombers to do damage to various Venators and Acclimators. He kept a large reserve in the hangar that could be called upon when needed.

As the battle raged on a small fleet of Venators came out of hyperspace and he could sense a Jedi on one of them. The Venators easily destroyed some frigates which had strayed too far from the battlefield. He payed little attention to them so long as they weren't a direct threat to the plan and the battle.

[Assistant]
Takisir sighed inwardly, his helmet currently resting on he edge of the hologram-table, one of his hands rubbing at the temples of his head. Without fail, following a string of bad luck at one of the many little gambling dens around Kuat, he had just started to turn his luck around when word of the CiS fleet approaching the Anobis system had reached him, leading to him currently being aboard his personal cruiser, the Stryke, alongside the Victory & 2 Venator Class Star Destroyers en-route to join the battle, which had already started, if the holo-table was accurate.

Scooping up his helmet and keying the com-system he gave the order to prepare for battle, the fleet emerging from hyperspace a few minutes later towards the rear of the main Republic forces. Takisir ordered his Victory & Venator class ships to fill a series of gaps in the Republic battle-line. As for their fighters & bombers, Takisir had them from up around the Stryke, peeling away from the main front of the battle, planning to hunt down stray ships while also doing his best to deter enemy fighters & bombers.

[User]
It seemed another place was under attack by the CIS and of course they were requesting for all available fleets. This was just great, right when Sorie was getting comfortable guarding the wookie homeworld. "Alright boys, get us over to the Anobis system, we have to help some sissies," Sorie ordered, earning a small wave of laughter from her men in the bridge as the fleet jumped to the systems that was besieged by the droids.

After a few minutes, they had gotten there with their two Victory 1 Class-Star Destroyer and two Acclimator class-assult ships. They held a defensive position as they aimed the turbo boasters at the enemy fleet. They would only deploy fighters and bombers as defensive measure. The fleet opened fire on the enemy fleet, planning to destroy some frigates.

[Assistant]
>Anobis System
 >Ominus Private Quarters

Tidus meditated in his private quarters onboard the Ominus as it laid silently in cloak, only metres away from the raging battle. Tidus had only brought the Ominus, two Droidekas as bodyguards and himself. His mind paced over each of the clones, one by one, seeking deep within. Battle Meditation had no affect on robotics as they were not mentally linked to the force and thus could be 'inspired'. However, Clones were still living creatures. Their minds were linked, and so Tidus could effect them. Soon, One by One, Clone troops made small, unnoticeable mistake in their performance and calculations. However these little mistakes often resulted in hellish outcomes, whether for themselves or for their fellow troopers. Soon, the troopers moral began to wither.

That was until he sensed her. A Jedi. Ripe for plucking.

Leaving his Battle Meditation Stance, and taking a moment to removed from prolonged use, the engines of the Ominus fired up and moving through the debris and other cover made his way to her command ship. Still cloaked and heading for the hanger.

[User]
Liona closed her eyes, waiting silently as three remaining destroyers did their best to return fire, but were completely outgunned by the Venators. She could sense something dark approaching, quickly. Too quick to be one of the capitol ships, but she couldn't quite figure out where it was or where it was headed, just that the general aura of the Dark Side was coming closer.

"Finish those frigates as quickly as possible and form up with the main fleet." She ordered, watching as the ships began to twist into a different formation. She turned and left the bridge, heading into the halls and lifts of the ship making her way through it. Outside, the ships let their undersides show to the frigates for only a moment, as beams shot out, connecting the Venators and Frigates for what seemed like a split second. The frigates immediately began to explode, their shields faltering as flames shot out in different directions, quelled quickly by the vacuum of space. The frigates were taken care of quickly indeed. It was a one shot deal for the battle, but Liona had ordered 'as quickly as possible'. And that was as quickly as possible... The fighters and bombers returned to the ships, forming up with them as escort as the ship began moving around the main fleet.

[Assistant]
Using the now destroyed frigates as cover, the Ominus zipped past the floating rubble and headed directly for the hanger bay of the Destroyer in which Tidus could sense the Jedi in. As he entered the Hanger, the Ominus's Stealth Cloak evaporated and anti-personnel cannons lowered themselves as began to shoot at all the ground units to ensure a safe landing.

One the Ominus had finished its decent, the entrance hatch lowered and two Droidekas rolled out, instantly activating their shields and fired at anyone that the cannons had missed. After a minuet of eerie silence, Tidus slowly stepped out onto the ramp, ensuring that he presence was well known to the Jedi.

[User]
System: Garos
Planet: Garos IV

"Exiting hyperspace in 3...2...1. Out of hyperspace. All systems nominal. Iridima and Yavin's Pride checking in. All ships accounted for." said a B1 pilot droid in his iconic robotic voice. "Contact Iridima. I want a full orbital scan." Darth Tartarus' voice was quite. It was as if he almost whispered. A few minutes went by when the report came in. "Sir. Iridima picked up one ship in orbit sir. It's a...Consular-class cruiser sir." For a moment, Tartarus did not move. If he was smiling, no-one would know. "Order bombers to engage communication arrays, engines, shields and the hyperdrive. I want that ship alive." The B1 responded with: "Roger. Roger."

Quickly the hangar bays came alive as Vulture- and Hyena-droids detached themselves from the maingride and flew into the cold void of space. Each squadron 5 Vultures escorted the heavier Hyena's. The strike was swift and savage. From the bridge, Darth Tartarus could see the well aimed explosions. Ripping arrays apart and destroying the shield generator. Soon, the damaged vessel was pulled in by the Immortalis tractor beam. "Sir. It seems like the ship was able to send out an emergency broadcast." Again, no emotion could be seen on Tartarus. But he was angry. Very angry.

Onboard, a senator was waiting. Expecting a visit from some CIS admiral or even from a sith. It was, however, not him Darth Tartarus wanted. It was the professor of Starship engineering, who was supposed to give a seminar at Corusant about improved Hyperdrive designs, whom Tartarus wanted. Kidnapping a senator was merely an added benefit to him.

[Assistant] Just ignore this}}

[User]
A distress signal was sent out to all republic ships immediately once the Sith was spotted in the hangar aboard Liona's flagship Venator. The message was an SOS alerting all Republic ships that Liona's ship had been boarded by a Sith. It had been sent without Liona's command, however, as she wouldn't have cared to send such a message.

Within the hangar, clone troppers and pilots scattered as the ship entered the hangar, getting behind the cover of the hangar bay shields on either side. Safe from the guns and the Droidekas, the clones just waited, weapons ready, though shots could not be fired from either side. The Droids could not hit the clones, but the clones could not hit the droids either, the shields blocking shots from both directions. Still, they were safe... for the time being.

A large pair of double doors hissed open not long after the ship landed, and Liona walked out fairly casually. She raised her hands and threw them to either side, sending the Droids flying into pillars, crushing components and essentially destroying them. "There is no need for such toys here. If you come seeking Jedi, you will find what you seek."

[Assistant]
Tidus smiled under his mask. This one had a spark within her. And he liked it. He took a few paces towards her with his hands out to his sides, palms open as if to offer a hug. He kept one eye on the troopers.

"Now there was no need for that. Those were very expensive." Tidus mentioned slyly. There seemed to be no ill-intent flowing from him. It was hard to guess what his real motive here was.

"Now my dear, where is your master? I seek a real Jedi." Tidus remarked. Purposely attempting to infuriate her.

[User]
Lord Phoenix continued to see the battle through the holomap and the bridge. The Droids were easily overwhelming the republic forces. "My Lord, is seems one of the republic venators have been boarded by Lord Tidus." A Neimoidian deck officer. The sith nodded "It means nothing, that reckless sith cares more about a good fight then a battle. Send out all Hyena bombers and target life support and engines. Then send a communication to the Admiral that he should begin sending boarding parties. Begin Jaming all enemy communications."

As the crew around him began giving orders,sending communications and dealing with external threats. The sith simple watched the battle no one could see if he was please or angry he just watched as fewer and fewer republic ships arrived and the one that were originally here to defend were badly damaged or destroyed.

[Assistant]
Liona stood where she was, watching the Sith from behind her mask silently. No feeling were apparent from her, emotion seeming to be something she either hid well or did not posses. "Do not act like an entitled child. If you are not satisfied with the opportunity you have been given, then go board someone else's ship." She crossed her arms, waiting for any sort of real action from the Sith. "Though I should warn you, you have about five minutes before my personal bomber destroys that ship of yours. And it looks quite a bit more expensive than some droids."

The last of the Republic forces arrived and the initial fleet was forced to pull back. The fleets pulled all of their power together, letting the new arrivals form a defensive barrier while the damaged ships moved behind them. It wasn't the best strategy, but it was just enough to let the Republic forces get back in this fight as their tactics allowed the fresh ships to finish off the damaged CiS ships on the front lines, forcing the ships who had been holding back to get into the fight or risk losing a long range engagement as the CiS had brought mostly frigates meant to get in close, while the Republic forces were set up for defense and that meant they were prepared to engage the enemy at any range.

[User]
Using the force, Tidus drew his lightsaber from his belt and into his right hand. As soon as he held his iron grip upon the hilt, the red, unstable blade was awoken. After preforming some maneuver with the blade hen then began to charge towards her.
"You'll have to do!" He yelled as he charged.

[Assistant]
System: Garos
Orbit: Garos IV

"Plot a hyperdrive course. But hold for my signal. Destination: random seperatist space." Tartarus told the B1 droid commander before he left the bridge. The journey towards the lower hangar deck where the cruiser was pulled in. A dockingring had forcefully attached itself to the ship, and now several droidekas together with several B2 battle droids. The doors opened up, and a crew exited with hands raised. Except for one. The senator. He was an elderly man, but he had fire in his eyes. "If you think the republic will bend to whatever wish you have simply because you hold me captive, you are mistaken! I will not bend to Sith rule. No. And neither will Garos. You just made the gravest mistake of your dear life, sir. The Jedi will be coming for me!" the man stood tall and firm. Until a red lightsaber was next to his neck.

"I suggest you remain silent for the rest of your very short stay onboard of my vessel, mister senator. I have little interest in you." The fire in the senator's eyes whitered. And the red light vanished again. "Now. Who of you is Professor Medina?" asked Darth Tartarus. A young lady stepped forward. "My lady. I'm afraid that, contrary to the rest of the cruiser's crew. I cannot let you go. Seize her." The professor went along with the two B2 droids towards the holding cells. But never did she take her firm gaze off Tartarus. She had the same fire as the senator. But it never whitered.

The rest of the crew was quickly pushed back into the vessel. Which was then dropped into space like a dead ship. Maybe a patrol ship of the Republic would find it. Or ships from Garos IV would come to it's aid. It mattered little.