[System]
Alternate 1. Alternate 2. Alternate 3.

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Background: Sukaina was born under a married Arab-American couple, one who lived on the Babel Space Station for all of their lives. Her parents raised her under a sheltered lifestyle, and often attempted to find out what her main niche talents were in order to help her find a place within the station, in order to become part of society. It wasn't until she was six that she discovered she was good at fixing things, especially Tech. She worked on this skill ever since then, and even though both her father and her mother were not exactly as tech-savvy as she was, they had a vague understanding of how it worked. When she was older, she applied to schools in that field, and often made nice demonstrations with what she built from scrap. It wasn't until later when she went to college, and trained under BISE as a Spacer as she attended college, applying her skills and knowledge to work with weapons and armor as well. She soon graduated, and was named Armory Chief when she was fully inducted into the program. She used to work on the station before the civil war broke out, but when it did, she was reassigned to the Pathfinder, and was on the ship for quite a bit since then. Nowadays, she fixes, smiths and improves weapons and armor onboard the ship.

Personality: Sukaina wasn't much of a people person to begin with. She didn't like talking to other people, she preferred to be alone with her gadgets instead. Her obsessive-compulsive behavior, as well as her hints of Asperger's made her a difficult woman to work with sometimes, but when she got the job done, she got it done right and on time. She was shy compared to most people, but she would speak up when it was necessary to do so, and she maintained at least a little bit of professionalism when around her superiors. She does get a little annoyed easily, but since high school, she's learned to control her temper and outbursts. While she does prefer to be alone sometimes, she doesn't mind having one or two friends to count on, as she's simply not the social butterfly type. In times of emergency, she normally keeps a calm and cool head, and is able to solve problems on the fly.

Equipment
 - Standard-issue Assault Rifle, smithed upgraded to the point where it could qualify as a light machine gun
 - Standard-issue Heavy Pistol, smithed and upgraded to the point where it could qualify as a hand cannon
 - Standard-issue Heavy Armor, armor that doubles as both an enviro-suit and ballistics protection. Comes armed with kinetic barriers, a HUD, an onboard computer and two blades that retract along the wrists/arms.

Strengths
 - Very good at fixing things, especially weapons and armor. Turn in your weapon and armor for one night, and expect it to be good as new the next day or two. Being the Armory Chief, this is is what's expected of her.
 - Excellent marksman. Can take out most common targets with a single burst of automatic fire, or with a single shot from her hand cannon. Thank training from Spec Ops for that.
 - Very tech savvy. Can hack most human-based computers and locks with ease. When working on various tech gadgets when in school, she's transferred those skills as she grew up to various jobs along the way, learning how to bypass most locks and encryption devices.
 - Quite cultured and educated. Has some basic college education (aside from what she learned with technical stuff and in the military), and is ahead of the bell curve in many respects.

Weaknesses
 - Even at gunpoint, she can't cook for shit. She always has to resort to frozen food, and sometimes even she screws that up. Her parents never taught her, and they always got fast food when she grew up.
 - Has a fear of crawly things, her big sister having played pranks on her with rubber crawly things in her sleep when she was a kid.
 - She sometimes has her idiot moments as well, and she has some of the scars to prove it. Some people just can't be bright all of the time.
 - She's not that good at flying things. At all. Never ask her to take the helm. Driving, on the other hand... she's not too bad at, but not good at it either.

Speech Color: .

Other: Can't think of anything now, but I plan on using this character for a whole lot of my sci-fi RPs.

[User]
"Warning!"
"Warning!"
"Critical Engine Failure!"

Commander Nathaniel Cook ran to the front on the Pathfinder, watching as an enemy ship engaged theirs. They were fired upon first as they pushed to get to a planet to refuel. The Pathfinder was low on fuel and getting shot at wasn't helping much either. Nathaniel stood next to the pilot, Sera Kennithson, and looked at the warning messages. Shot after shot, the Pathfinder was getting hit. Hard. And Nathan heard the constant beeping of the A.I. that gave the warnings.

"Do you think you can pull her together?" Nathan asked, trying to remain calm. He gave the orders to fire back and some crew members manned the guns to do so. The ship was racked with another direct hit, tearing metal armor plates off the side of the cockpit. Nathan's balance was interrupted and he stumbled around.

The enemy firing at the Pathfinder crew was a notoriously hostile group of extraterrestrials known as the Esper. They were a violent race, wanting nothing but to dominate their area. Nathan knew what they were attempting to do; they wanted to board the ship.

[Assistant]
Sera had been holed up in the cockpit for too long, she was about to go on a break when the damned Espers attacked. The Pathfinder was taking heavy damage, and systems were failing one by one. A prompt came up on the systems analysis terminal to her right, she didn't even get a chance to read it before the AI blared out the issue.

"WARNING"
"CRITICAL ENGINE FAILURE"

Sera swore under her breath, as the captain asked if she could pull the old girl together. She really didn't need him staring over her right now. "Uh. one second sir," she said pulling up a full analysis of the damage, "Main thrusters are down, we're running on Retro's and the RCS until engineering gets them back... oh fuck these guys" she cut her sentence as she swung the ship around to give the guns a better view of the attackers - all she could do now was slight course adjustments and pivot her around if she didn't want to be a sitting duck, she hammered a few buttons under the dashboard. A terminal or two lit up, but flickered. "RADAR and LADAR systems are on the fritz but they stay up long enough for what we're using 'em. If you want my opinion, we're all kinds of fucked until we get mobility again. Maybe we should prepare to be boarded, give these guys a run for their money".

Another thud hit the hull of the ship - if Sera wasn't strapped in she would have been thrown from her seat. Even the commander seemed to be struggling with his balance. Another terminal died.

[User]
For the most part, Sukaina was caught in a different state, a working state, if you will. Sitting in the armory, one filled with (what else), weapons and armor along shelves, lockers and benches. Sitting at a bench by herself, she was using a small welding tool to fuse a few circuits together on a gun's targeting HUD, wearing her tank top, dog tags, combat boots and military issue fatigue trousers. She was listening to some smooth electronica as she focused and concentrated on welding the two circuits together.

 And then an alarm sounded, snapping her out of her trance. She looked up, watching as the alarms made the lighting in the room fade in and out of red. She looked confused as all hell.

 "You can't be fucking serious!" She shouted, starting to get angry. "This better be importa-" She was cut off by an explosion that shook the ship, causing her to nearly lose her balance. "Oh shit!" She then looked to see what the warning was on her armband computer, now knowing that they were under attack from a hostile alien vessel. "Dammit!" She shouted as she saw crew members running around in the other rooms, some carrying wounded to the medical bay while others ran into her armory and grabbed some weapons. It seemed obvious that they were preparing to repell boarders.

 Immediately, Sukaina snapped on a set of her standard issue armor, putting it on as fast as she could, putting on her helmet and pressurizing her suit for space combat. After a few more explosions, she immediately grabbed her assault rifle and handgun, putting them on herself before handing out rifles to some of the crew members who are part of the fireteam onboard the Pathfinder. Once all the weapons in the locker were handed out, she got her own rifle ready and ran out into the main hall. "Commander! Status report!" Sukaina called out into the comms.

[Assistant]
Jack felt the ship lurch forward and immediately began to curse under his breath. Ships didn't lurch naturally and it always meant a headache for him. Soon after, the A.I. began to go off announcing engine failure. Jack had already been running to the engine rooms, and with the A.I. going off he picked up the pace a little more.

He was yelling at some of the other engineers that had been on duty asking for a status of the engines and what they could do for power. As soon as he knew a bit of the situation, he began barking orders to divert power to the working systems. It seemed the main thrusters were beyond a quick repair, but there was still power, for now.

They had diverted power to shields, but the onslaught was still continuing. "Stop getting shot!" He shouted into a commlink to the bridge. Not a moment after he finished a different kind of impact hit the ship. "I wonder if that pilot knows to dodge the projectiles," He grumbled to himself. He figured that may have been a boarding crew since it seemed the main fire stopped. With the ship in barely stable conditions and the shields holding fine, he moved on to help the crew repair the far left thruster. It seemed to take the least amount of damage and may be able to work in the next several minutes. He kept a few other crews keeping the other systems like RADAR and LADAR functioning as well. If they were being borded Sukaina would have to take care of it primarily with her crew.

[User]
Nathan ran to get his own weapon from the armory, only to get knocked off his feet from a boarding pod hitting the side of the ship. "Fuck!" Nathan yelled, getting up from the floor. He ran to the main intercom to alert the whole ship. He looked at the pod, knowing for a fact they were about to be boarded soon. "Everyone! We are being boarded! Proceed to the main deck for a counter attack! Sukaina! Keep them out of the armory!" The Commander ordered before the door to the pod opened. Nathan was only a few yards away and he scrambled to the cockpit. He locked the door for Sera, knowing that the Esper would try and hijack them. After this, he sprinted to the armory.

As he approached the armory, he could hear some of his lower-class crew engaging the enemy. They were in good shape, at least for now. Nathan banged on the door to be let in, the ship still being fired upon as he awaited entry. He then heard another boarding pod hit the ship, luckily only grazing the side from the erratic movements from being fired upon.

[Assistant]
"Stop getting shot!" a voice yelled over the ships com-link - Sera recognised the voice as being Reagen, the ships chief engineer. Smarmy Bastard. The ship shook as a pod hit it, boarders were here. The commander had already ran to get a gun and locked the bridge so Sera wasn't instantly jumped.

She shook her head, putting her hand under the console again, making sure her pistol was in it's place - one of the only weapons on the ship that didn't get locked up in the armoury just for situations like this. Can't have an unarmed pilot if the bridge gets breached. She hit a button on her comm system straight to the engine room, "If you want me to stop getting shot then get me some damned thrust, I can't do anything without shooting her into reverse and leaving us a sitting duck!" she yelled, hoping Reagen caught on that it was for him, the thought came to mind, Wait that might work she thought.

Her radar registered two more blips, those engineering lads knew how to keep things running at least. Two more landing pods on a direct course for them. She clicked another button, the whole ship was going to get this one. She put on her best calm and collected voice, "Ladies, gentlemen and boarders this is your pilot speaking. Please find something to hold onto, we'll be running into a small amount of disturbance in our acceleration pattern,". She waited until the blips on the radar we're fairly close. And then she whacked the ship into reverse - or well, retrograde if you wanted to get technical. The ship responded perfectly, coming to a stop fast enough that the boarding pods sailed straight past them. Hopefully the retro thrusters kept themselves up and running for any other evasive maneuvers.


[System]
Notable Parents: None that she knew of, she's a orphan so she doesn't know her parents.
Age: 21

Sex: Female

Hair Color: Red

Eye color: Bright Blue

Appearance: (Picture preferred, Description is accepted, both are best!)

Stands 6'8 and is quite muscular and thick boned and a solid body, has tanned skin with a large scar going from cheek bone to cheek bone and crossing the bridge of her nose just below the eyes. Wears black fingerless armored knuckled gloves, as well as a chain necklace with a silver pendant with design of the summoning creature Valefor.

Weapon: Sword, fists, feet... Actually most of her body.

Fighting Style: Alex is highly skilled in swordsmanship, to the point where she can dual wield, but her impressive strength goes nicely with one sword so she can land harder hits. She's also skilled in hand to hand combat, her fists and kicks making powerful blows that could knock a Ronso on his tail.

Limit Break: Damocles Photon Slash Barrage- User dashed toward the enemy, weapon glowing with energy and slashing upwards. Knocking the enemy in the air, the user jumps after and repeatedly slashes the enemy before stabbing the enemy and swinging the enemy over the User's head and throwing it back to the ground. User then makes multiple slashes, creating energy protectjiles toward the opponent before slamming downward to slam the enemy from above.

Any Armor: Has minor chest plates and shoulder pads and some protection to the hips and armored knuckled gloves.

Skills:
-Impressive physical strength
-Great swordsmanship

Shortcomings:
-High Temper. Loses focus and thought when angered.
-Emotionally Unstable.
-Highly weak against magic attacks.
-Lacks self-esteem and is often a bit overly paranoid, worrying over things that come to mind be it true or untrue.
-Can be manipulated and/or tricked pretty easily.

Occupation: Defender Blitzball Star/Currently Guardian to Eva.

Biography: There isn't much to say really. Alex was found at the doorsteps of the Besaid Orphanage when just a infant. No one knew her name or where she came from, but she was named Alexandra after a legendary summon. Though she mostly called herself Alex, finding the shorter version more pleasing to hear at least coming from others. She was always a rambunctious child, always outgoing and ready to take on any challenge. Having a temper and a blunt personality, she didn't have a lot of friends. Being the only child in the orphanage, she was always alone. During summers, she met with Gippal and Urick but that was only when they visited. Naisha was another child she played with until the girl got sickly for some time. So, in the end, Alex was a lot of times alone. Disliked by temple priests who would mutter about her. However, she loved hearing the stories of the heroes who stopped Sin. In fact, one day Yuna and Tidus came to visit the orphanage. The blonde man had shown her kindness and shared stories of his adventures, especially as a Blitzball Player. That was the day when she dreamed of becoming the best Blitzball player.

Of course, that was always difficult for anyone. So she practiced everyday to be just like Tidus. Practicing with a wooden sword and a ball. In her teen years, she had a lot of competition to get in the home team. Years in fact of trying in the try outs until she was finally accepted. Now she has become a star player, known for her aggressive tackles play on the field by defending her team.

Personality: Alex is a hot tempered woman with a sharp tongue. She is brutally honest and speaks her mind without truly thinking it through. She at times can be immature and is easily side tracked when pushed to aggression. Often careless and reckless, she finds herself in bad situations a lot times that usually end up in a brawl. Despite her aggressive nature, she has a kind heart and believes in doing the right thing, of course what she thinks is right. She has a soft heart for women and children, mostly. Usually she is able to speak her mind clearly, but when she feels flustered or embarrassed, she tends to stutter, have a mental panic attack, before avoiding the situation awkwardly. She also tends to have a very overprotective nature when she does care for someone. Be it friendship or love interest. She's brave and loyal, and despite her gruff hot tempered nature and being difficult to socialize with, she's a bit talkative and in reality is pretty lonely. Though she'd never admit it. She gets irritated when someone brings up how she has no parents, being slightly jealous others have a family while she lives without one. She has great confidence in her abilities as a warrior and a Blitzball player but finds herself being modest when she is praised a lot, unused to it. Usually has difficulties talking about herself.

Are you arriving in Besaid or Living there? Living there.

[User]
"Mmmm… so bright…" Nai muttered as she woke up in the morning. The sun has already risen across the horizon and now was shinning on her through the window. It was blinding and quite uncomfortable. Especially with what she assumed was her hangover. Trying to move the heavy and warm blanket she usually slept with, the mage found out that she indeed found it hard to get up under it. Her muscles were hurting so badly she couldn't bring herself to push away the blanket… Eventually after about 5 minutes of mental preparation, she finally sat up and with even more weak than usual legs, managed to move from the bed, to the chair that was next to it.

 Going through the regular routine of casting the floating magic, to washing herself and dressing up, she finally was ready and just in time as she heard Alex knocking on the door.' The sounds hurts…' Nai thought as she was slowly moving to the front door to open it." I'm ready…, but please be a little bit quieter… my head is killing me still." The mage begged as she opened the door and came outside." I really shouldn't have drank like that last night… I'm sorry you had to bring me home like that." She said, reaching in her small bag she had and taking out a recovery potion. It was going to help with the hangover." I suppose the rest of the team should be gathered already. Let's go and win ourselves this game… " Nai was very close to asking Alex to not guard Gippal from time to time so he takes a hit or two, but she reminded herself the game was important and there was no place for personal things there.

[Assistant]
"...Ah... That's right."

Saina's eyebrows raised as she looked to the pale-haired brothers once more. Even as the bright lights invaded the purity of the space inside the temple, she appeared not to notice it.

"You are... blitzball players. I suppose then we will have to allow time for your necessary..."

Her voice trailed off as though she were looking for the correct terminology, as though the concept of what blitzball was was completely foreign to her.

"...duties..."

Was that right? Duty? She frowned. No, no that... couldn't be the right word. By her expression it was obvious she knew it, but decided to move forward to look at the summoner.

"Perhaps then, as they prepare and perform those... rituals... I and her ladyship can prepare supplies from the village come morning. I'm certain the task should be simple with the specific residents of Besaid."

She of course meant Tidus, Yuna and the rest of them. Saina looked to Eva, her expressionless face back once again.

"Should her ladyship feel she agrees, she can meet me in front of the temple tomorrow morning. If she has other things to attend to, I shall look into the task myself and... perhaps, if time permits, take a look into this... 'Blitzball' everyone loves so much."

Upon mentioning blitzball, she turned her eyes back to the brothers, nodding at them both.

"It would be nice to see the craft you two hold in such high regard in action. I... look forward to it."

With a touch of a smile warming her face, she nodded her head to the two of them before once again nodding to Eva.

"Your ladyship,"

With that, the pale woman departed the Besaid temple. Many people peered at her as she exited but she paid them no mind. Her head turned to the stars and her blue eyes reflected their brilliance. After gently closing them and taking a deep breath, Saina began to relax. What a long day. Off to the side, she spotted a trail that led down to the cliffside just tucked beneath the Temple. She turned to it and made her way down the cliffside overlooking the beach and the ocean before coming to a cozy overhang with enough space for three people to lay down on with ample space. She truly felt herself relax once she was away from the eyes of others, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she undid her cloak, allowing it to drape down and fold over the ground gracefully. With a stretch, her hands moved up to remove the ponytail from her hair. As she undid the band she felt her hair follicles nearly eek in joy as the blood rushed back into her scalp which she promptly massaged to help its flow. Even now her ebony and blue hair danced surreally in the oceanic breeze.

Unhindered by the laws of physics, or so it seemed, her hair moved as though she were underwater. A small side effect of her magic, she assumed. She usually wore her hair in a ponytail to hide this strange phenomenon and usually it went completely unnoticed. As though she needed anything else to make her look strange aside from skin like snow in this mad world. She pressed her body against the warm stone of the cliffs and sank down against it. How cozy this place was... if only there wasn't a village over her head, she could see herself just living here forever. Reaching out, the tips of her fingers managed to grab her cloak and wrap it around herself. Tonight wasn't the kind of night she could kick her shoes off and remove her skant clothing aside from the cloak, she decided. She had already placed her katana beside her.

She wasn't cold--she was never cold. But sleep didn't feel right without a blanket of some kind. Her eyes slowly closed as she stared out at the ocean and the stars beyond, trusting the gods to watch over her this night.

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With the cries of the gulls and the sun breaking the horizon into a beautiful dance of purple and orange hues, Saina's eyes cracked open. Morning... She rose up, nearly finding herself dizzy as her blood began its recirculation. With a soft groan, she took the cloak that had covered her last night and tied it snuggly around her waist, put her hairband on her wrist and her katana on her back. Before going to see the summoner, she decided to refresh herself.

Her stare meeting the rising sun head on, the pale woman ran and leapt off of the cliff and into the sea.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was a nightmare.

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, how wrong she was.

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

"Please...stop..."

[User]
Solomon tossed Kaci her clothes that were in a pile on the floor and put his hands on her shoulders. "It's gonna be fine," he assured her, running his fingers down her hair. "Just um," he blurted as he scanned the room, "just stay here. He won't need to come up here." He kissed her and threw his towel on floor, scrambling to get himself dressed. He gave her a nod as he closed the door behind him. He ran down the stairs quickly and slowed himself before he reached the front door. What he saw happening outside made his eyes widen.
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Jeremy couldn't help but smirk as he watched Tallis and Ashley exchange words back and forth. He was certain that Tallis could kill her with her bare hands if she wanted, but he wouldn't let it get that far. There was already enough heat on the clubhouse; the last thing they needed was the cops showing up. Ashley wasn't something he was proud of, although she wasn't bad looking. She was available, and that was all Jeremy really needed at the time.

Once Tallis was on top of Ashley, Jeremy sprang into action. He smiled when he saw Solomon run up next to him. "Atta boy," thought Jeremy, as he walked up behind Tallis, looping his arms through hers and dragging her to a standing position. "Enough, Tallis, enough," he said only loud enough for Tallis to hear. Solomon helped Ashley up also to a standing position, putting his arms around her to keep her from lunging at Tallis. Once she calmed down, Jeremy let her go and walked in between the two girls.

"Ashley, I think it's time you go."
"But look what she did to me, Tillman. You're okay with this?" She was referring to her already bruising eye socket and the leaking gash on her cheek.
Jeremy smiled at her question, annoyed she wasn't getting the hint. He turned away from her and faced Tallis, putting his fingers on her chin and propping her face up. He leaned in and kissed her slowly and passionately, but only for a moment before turning back to Ashley. He tasted the blood in his mouth from Tallis'.
"Got it?" Jeremy asked, not expecting an answer. His face remained stone cold as he glared at her.
Ashley scoffed, ripping her body away from Solomon and storming off to her car parked on the other side of the compound.

Jeremy, after realizing what he did, scanned the front of the clubhouse to make sure President Black wasn't viewing the spectacle outside. He sighed of relief when he noticed he wasn't, and turned back around to Tallis. "Try not to kill anyone on my property, okay?" He looked to her, fighting a smile curling on the corners of his lips. "I forgot about this side of her."

Solomon ran his fingers through his hair, waiting to see if Jeremy needed him before he could run upstairs to check on Kaci. Knowing that she was there, in his room, possibly waiting to be spotted by Tillman, made his heart race.

[Assistant]
Kaci watched the scene unfold from Solo's window, a hand covering her mouth. Jeremy tried is best to keep her away from this life, so seeing Ashley be beaten so brutally made her stomach weak and her heart race She was not meant for this life. Kaci Tillman was too delicate and soft, yet she so desperately wanted to be a part of their world. The drugs. The sex. The alcohol. She wanted to taste the riches of this world, and as Solo's girl...she could.

This is what freedom looked like.

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Jeremy's kiss made her toes curl and her eyes close. God, I forgot what his kisses were like. They were intoxicating; Jeremy Tillman was intoxicating. The only man that had ever kept her attention for more than a few months. Hell, he had her attention at 15 and he still had it now. He was something else, that much Tallis knew. "Me? Kill someone? Don't you know I'm afraid of guns, Jeremy?" This was a lie, but she wouldn't have used a gun anyway. She preferred baseball bats.

She turned her attention to the clubhouse, surprised to see a familiar face in Solo's window. Kaci Tillman, I'll be damned. Solo was playing wit fire, and he and Kaci were both going to get burned. To crisps. Tallis shook her head at Kaci before turning her attention back to the young woman's brother. "How about we head back to your place now, Jeremy? We obviously have some...catching up to do." She glanced in Solo's direction, "And Solo can meet us at Lipstick's tonight once he gets done taking Banshee out for a spin. I promised him last time I was here that he could ride her." How could she properly convey that she thought he was being an idiot? Oh, right. She pulled out her phone and shot Solo a simple text. "You're a fucking idiot."


[System]
Age: 125 (looks mid 20's)

Gender: Male

Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Elemental Sorcerer.

Physical Description:

Talents:
Firearms training
Elemental magic (Controlling and conjuring of earth, fire, water, air)
Police Procedure
Detective work
Hand to Hand combat
Interrogation
Quick witted

History:Flint was born in 1895, he led a normal life in Camden until he was conscripted into World War One. After the war, life didn't seem as precious anymore and he joined with a local mob boss. The gang told him of his magical abilities, which he had no idea he had, and began having him work for them in robberies.

His shenanigans caught the attention of the magical courts. They soon captured him and they explained the world that sat under his nose, they explained that it was magic that kept him young, that his parents had died horribly to an unknown attack. Flint was lost, and not knowing what to do he left Camden just in time for Conscription to scoop him up for World War Two.

More war and Flint was on his last thread, he returned to Camden and began Private investigation, it was ok work and helped pay for the taxes. Flint got his big break when the Court asked for him to join their police force, he accepted and soon rose the ranks to detective. Magical police work was a lot more intriguing than normal private work, and he was good at it.

Then it all went to hell.

Flint survived the first purges, but has been in hiding for awhile now. However he has begun to raise an army. A poster here, a leaflet there all signifying a meet up of those who wish to stop the current 'leader'.

Psychological Profile:
Harsh, Quick witted, scheming and cold hearted. Flint was normally one to work alone, but the new order of things means he will have to begin working with others if they are going to stop the main threat. He wont take orders from anyone, but he isn't an idiot, and can be persuaded to do things if its for the best.
He is a long standing alcoholic, and it is rare to see him without a bottle on his person, many believe his way of work is inhumane, and he prefers to act first before asking questions.
More than likely not all there in his head, due to the terrible things he has seen in and out of war.

Possessions:
.44 Magnum revolver in shoulder holster.
An array of legal and illegal weapons he keeps at his current safe house, most are pre 1950's however.
Smudge, the cat.

Yes and
Flint knew about Beth through her criminal connections, and was on her tail at every corner until she spoilt all the fun and died.

When she was placed in the court he wasn't pleased, not just because of her past crimes but also because of the moral grounds on controlling others.

[User]
A Dawn Blade, a weapon forged in the heart of a dying star when the universe was still young, was anathema to vampires. Science would have one believe that they had a severe allergic reaction to UV Radiation. Superstition, that they were so wicked that they could not walk in the presence of the sun without suffering divine wrath.

Whichever was true was irrelevant. A Dawn Blade was coated with UV rays by the process of its creation, and while it had no particular effect on the souls of wicked mortals (only having true supernatural power against Demons) it was really, really fucking sharp. So as Parry cut, dodged and slashed through the crowds of bodies trying to get past his wings and after Tony he had that scene from Kill Bill stuck in his head- the one where The Bride fought the Crazy 88s. Except there were thirty people here and most of them were already in rough shape from the fight to begin with.

A head here, an arm and leg there, and Parry found himself with a straight corridor to Billy Rikker, licking blood out of the carpet while his thralls and vampires started to think twice about losing an arm or two to the guy with wings and glowing eyes.

'Oh shit,' they were probably thinking. 'That's not a wizard...'

So Parry didn't press his luck with the group. He started to lower his sword into a defensive posture and started to take one step toward the prone Vampire lord when he heard the slam of a car door behind him. Tony. Rikive. Flint.

The van.

The whole group was on its last legs because of his fuckup. Yeah, he'd gotten some information from Billy about who Nemsemet wanted but it wasn't worth this mess. He had some work to do in order to make this up to everyone. Decapitating Billy Rikker would take seconds, would render this whole part of the city leaderless, and might open up the opportunity for rebellion. But the sword in his hands wasn't Parry's. It was Cym's. And Cym would be held responsible for how Parry used it. Execution wasn't one thing he wanted to see Cym answer for and would leave the van vulnerable to attack from the vampire brood.

So he might as well start his recompense now.

"Right. You all know what I am," Parry said, backing away, wings still spread to block the doors. "You probably don't know that I can make a small sun in one hand. But I really don't feel like killing everyone in this room right now. So. We'll call it a draw."

Without wasting a breath to see if the vampires pursued or stayed put with their master, Parry ducked and ran out the front doors, his wings retracting into so many ribbons of light, then shrinking into his back. He spared half a second to swipe the dawn blade at the overhanging awning outside the doors, bringing the fabric down to provide a temporary barricade to block line of sight on the van between the restaurant and his getaway vehicle.

Parry ducked into the van's side door, slammed it shut, and said in an innocent and awkward voice, like a kid hiding a new puppy (or in his case, wings, a sword, and a pair of smoldering white eyes) behind his back "So, uhm, what'd I miss? 'cause I got to smoke some primo-weed with the White Rabbit and Michael Jackson!"

[Assistant]
As Rikive settled in the back of the van, she began to feel the first curl of exhaustion take over. She had an obscenely high amount of endurance, but after days of no sleeping, fighting and using her magic so heavily; she was ready to sleep for a few hours. So she did not go after the vampire, she would leave that to the others that had given chased, unless she was needed again.

She ran her hands through her tangled chestnut brown hair, now darken with soot from the fire and ash from slain vampires. Likewise her skin was tinged dark with grime, hiding the flush of her skin except where a few beads of sweat had carved their path down her face. Her clothes were absolutely ruined, but she cared little about them. Though it did reinforce her desire to locate proper armor.

She looked to the door when Parael suddenly jumped into the back of the van, as energetic as ever. As though he had not just died because he'd thrown a tantrum and stormed into the club without a solid strategy. "You," She growled at him, her hands clenching in fists. "Do you understand how incredibly stupid, reckless and dangerous that stunt of your's was!?" She yelled at him, raising her clenched hands slightly as though she was about to beat him for his idoicy.

Instead she lunged at him, not to hit him, but to wrap her arms around him in a tight embrace. "Don't ever do that again." She said into his shoulder, her voice tight. As angry as she was that he had gone and made such a mess of everything, it was nothing compared to the relief she felt that he was still alive.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 16

Appearance:

"Which one of us is the mask?"
Arcana: Temperance

Personality:
On the surface, Shizuka may be the stereotypical "ojou-sama" (young mistress), from her formal speech to her delicate mannerisms with a blend of shy and soft spoken side, but do not let that deceive you as the class dismissal bell rings and Shizuka's part time hour begins, the counterpart she created for herself, Shizu-chan, takes the spotlight with her lively demeanor, friendly smiles, and undying passion of being an otaku.

Equipment/Skills:
Twirling Baton (Cosplay prop, can be upgraded to Rod weapons)
Sewing, professional make up, baton twirling, which were all gained from her experience with cosplay.

Background:
Being a balanced student with an appropriate amount of intellect and proper physical fitness, one would say Shizuka is an average high schooler if it weren't for the fact that her family was of a higher class compared to that of an average student. Like most children coming from a wealthy family, Shizuka was left alone most of the time, with the exception of servants, by her parents in their mansion with no one to play or interact with. Not necessarily neglected, but she didn't mind either way as she was an obedient child and she understood that both her parents were flooded with work which needed to be taken care of.

This is why she sought out a hobby to preoccupy herself with. Flipping through the channels as a curious child, she abruptly stopped when an animated female character on the screen magically transforms, with all the colorful lights and sparkles, and shouts, "In the name of the moon, I will punish you!" Eyes widened in amazement, Shizuka could not take her gaze away from the television screen while her thoughts were of how exciting whatever this was and how she wanted to become like them, hues of hair she's never seen before, costumes of different variety and color, and the dynamic personalities each one had.

Years had passed since then, but her love and excitement for anime never wavered. What remained though was her calm, delicate nature she presented towards her fellow classmates, friends, and parents. Her passion for anime (and now manga) was to not leave the four corners of her room. Shizuka would occasionally show hints of interest when her classmates discussed about them but no one, and she means NO ONE, should ever find out about how "otaku" she was.

Keeping all of this within her had limits and before she was about to breakdown, someone on the hallway of the school uttered the word, "cosplay". It took quite awhile for her to learn the meaning and to take enough courage to disguise herself in the colorful costumes and hair she once saw years ago, to find people of similar interests without them ever finding out her true self.

With the positive reactions given by the people she has met, Shizuka continued to create more disguises by her own hands, to the point where she landed at her current part time job at the cosplay cafe as Shizu-chan, the persona she presented to the people of the otaku world.

Persona: Inari Ōkami

Appearance: Illustrated by: Sho Minazuki

Abilities:
Twin Slash - 2 light Slash attacks. (1 enemy)
Tarukaja - Increases 1 ally's Attack.
Tarunda - Decreases 1 foe's Attack.

[User]
Shizuka Otonashi || Shinza Shopping Square || April 29 WED
A faint spring breeze blew along the streets of the shopping district of Warakuma, as a white, tulle layered, knee-length chiffon skirt fluttered lightly enough to sway the first few layers of the fabric. Its owner also wore a long sleeved, spring green knitted sweater with a pair of white colored wedge sandals to finish the current season's look. Since summer was not too long from now, Shizuka decided to go through her spring wardrobe more often. She might be an otaku but she dressed appropriately for the seasons but unfortunately not for the occasion, the movie screening day as an example.

The raven haired female dropped by the Shinza Shopping Square today not for her own shopping pleasure or enjoyment but to search in advance for an appropriate gift for mother's day in the next month. She walked past Game Over Arcade, unbeknownst to her, was where a Persona 4 Arena Ultimax tournament was on going. Not like the freshman ever gave a chance at playing a console game, but she was indeed aware of the existence of the aforementioned game, due to her interest of the Persona 3 series. Perhaps she would try by influence of others but not today, she focused on the windows of the shops that passed by her half covered gaze.

The clacking of the sandals ceased abruptly when a certain view entered her sight. A view of beautiful variety of flowers. Head tilted upward to see the name of the place to mentally take note of. Shirohane Flowershop. Got it. Wanting to take a closer look at the flowers and its costs, Shizuka entered the shop with a curious expression upon her face. While it wasn't a rare sight to see flowers around, she appreciated the beauty and the fragrance they each carried, unique to their own. Her appreciation didn't change the fact that she absolutely had no idea how plant care worked or which flower type was appropriate for different occasions. Perhaps joining the agriculture club would help her in such field.

The student decided that it was wise to ask the person in charge of the shop to advice her on this matter, so her bangs covered eyes parted from the flowers to approach the counter and voiced out her concern upon reaching it. "Um, pardon me? Would you happen to know which flower type would be appropriate as a mother's day gift? I-I'm afraid I have no knowledge of flower meanings, you see."

[Assistant]
Gen Itoshi
Monday, 27
th
, 2015 – Golden Week

Ferrero Mall

"I knew it!" Gen exclaimed as the other revealed his name. He knew he knew him. Masahide was known at school for having excellent grades. "You're a senpai from school! I... It seems really odd to see you without the uniform." Another apologetic smile. There was nothing to be apologetic about, though. He just did not recognise someone who he has not spoken with yet. "Anyway, pleased to meet you. I'm Gen Itoshi, first year." He added so as to make it easier for identification. It probably did not say anything to him, but it was worth a shot. "I've heard this movie is based on a game. Well, haven't played it, so I guess it could be exciting!" And there went his bus money, and any other money he had left. He was completely broke until he returned home.

[User]
Ferrero Mall27.4.15

 "Yeah. It's not very often. But since we had the week off... Why the hell not?" Masa offered a subtle smirk as he gave his reply, continuing to step towards the cinema as the conversation with Gen continued, "A movie based on a game? Not very often you see those... Anime and books sure, but games?" With a shrug, Masa entered his destination. Walking up to the counter, he'd order up two tickets to the movie, paying for both before rounding to Gen with the vouchers in hand. It was then that he noticed Gen scrounging for something in his pockets, "Don't worry about it. It's on me." extending the extra ticket for the boy.

 After the movie, Masa parted ways with Gen. He thought the boy odd, but then again so was Masa to many. Still, he wouldn't give it much more thought as his focus shifted to his upcoming kendo practice.

Game Over Arcade29.4.15

 'Game Over Arcade, huh? That's not foreshadowing at all...' The humorous thought caused Masa to crack a subtle smile as he entered, eyeing over the other patrons as he scanned around for something. He knew there was a tournament going on today, and with a game he actually had some experience with. It would be the first time he had attempted something like this, merely having played online with a decent record, but it seemed this week had found Masa out of his comfort zone quite often.

 It didn't take long for Masa to find the sign in sheet, walking over and marking his entry into the Persona tournament. In his head he attempted to recall his strategies, 'Jump in, mix up, safe finish if blocked. Jump in, mix up, Atlas into finisher for status effect. Empty jump to bait, low-high mix-' Over and over he'd mull over these actions in his head.

[Assistant]
Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Hospital- April 29 2015, 9:00 AM

Noboru scoffed at the idea that he wouldn't be able to pay for it. He had enough money to go around several times over. He followed her to the food joint of choice, taking a seat and getting ready. He ordered 3 burgers and looked at Akane.

"So. Are you gonna order anything? If you don't want to order, free is the best price."

He chuckled at his little joke, waiting for her. He decided to make small talk, because of how bored he was.

"So. How about that movie hmmmm? I mean, I never saw it but I assume it was quite a good movie. Or at least I hope so, otherwise those people paid money for nothing."

[User]
Kotori Shirohane - Shinza Shopping Square: Shirohane Flowershop | Wednesday, April 29 2015

With a small smile and a soundless hum, Kotori adjusted some flowers on one of the displays around the shop - specifically, a selection of ever-popular red roses; moving them so that they'd both show their best appeal and also get the most of the sunlight shining in. Taking a step back only to then make another small turn or move some a little forward or backward, it would take a while before she was finally satisfied - much to the bemusement of her mother who had been watching the whole time from behind the counter. A bemusement which only grew when Kotori finally realised that she'd been seen fussing over such tiny details for nearly five minutes - even if it was a rather regular occurence, she still felt a little embarassed about it.

"I'll... take care of the new ones in the back," Kotori said, pointing to the door that lead to the back of the shop where most of the flowers were kept and looked after and where her mother, and occasionally she too, took up their Ikebana. With a shake of her head, however, Tsubame waved that notion off: "Actually, why don't you look after the shop whilst I do that instead?" she said, stopping her daughter mid-turn. "Ah, but..." came a weak protest but before Kotori could say any more, her mother had already stepped right up beside her and placed her hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her toward the counter. "Oh, don't worry, it'll be fine. And quicker too, judging by them," Tsubame said with a still amused tone. Kotori raised as hand as if to protest - but then lowered it again, given that she really couldn't say anything against it. "Geez..." she quietly sighed as she stood behind the counter - her least favourite part when it came to helping around the shop and one her mother seemed all too keen on making her do, judging by the chuckle she could hear behind her.

At least she could hope that her mother would be back to take over again before any customers showed up - though she was used to handling them, she still felt rather stiff and unsure about it; particularly when compared to the way her mother. An inaudible sigh escaped her lips - when a familiar sound interrupted her thoughts as the door was pushed open and someone entered the shop. Immediately straightening herself Kotori looked up to see who it was - only to be greeted with an unfamiliar face, at least what could be seen thereof underneath the long bangs. The girl looked to be of high school age, probably not much more than a year apart from herself, Kotori guessed, and seemed quite enarmored with the various flowers on display - she couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride when she passed some of the flowers she'd placed herself.

The small smile at the sight quickly turned nervous when the girl in question then stepped closer - and even more so when she addressed Kotori, inquiring about flowers suitable for Mother's Day. "A-ah, yes," Kotori quickly said, trying to keep her mother's tips in mind - a cheerful smile could go a long way - as she spoke. "Carnations are the traditional flowers for Mother's Day. Red or pink in particular, to show love or admiration," she explained with a little more confidence, if not volume, as ever when she came to talk about flowers. "If you'd like, I could show you some, Miss...?" she then said - with a lot less confidence and sounding a lot more stiff. Her mother had told her it was a great way to get customers to talk, but Kotori couldn't help but feel it sounded rather awkward when she said it; particularly seeing as the customer in question was of approximately the same age as herself.

[Assistant]
Shizuka Otonashi || Shirohane Flowershop || April 29 WED
Not paying heed to the stiffness or the slight anxiety in the other's voice, Shizuka nodded in response to the shop keeper's offer. "It would be kind of you to, I would like to take a look at them myself." She said with a clearly excited tone, even with her usual soft voice. It was nice of the girl to show the mentioned flower to her since the younger student didn't have any idea on how carnations looked like. If she were simply given only the name, one could imagine her going through all the labels of each flowers in the place. Not that she would have minded taking her time to see each and every one, she had the time and it was pleasant to be surrounded by them.

Before following behind her to whereever the carnations were displayed at, Shizuka bowed her head lightly while introducing herself. "Oh, my name is Otonashi, Shizuka. Pleased to be acquainted with you! And you are?" As her hazel eyes wandered about, taking a look around at the vibrant colors the petals of the flowers had, she couldn't help but wonder something. While the other raven haired girl lead her to the carnations, Shizuka inquired about her curious thought. "Hm... If you wouldn't mind me asking, do you happen to grow these flowers by yourselves or does someone provide them for you?"


[System]
Sir "LightBro"
Sex: Despite being a sir, Jonathan was actually Jennifer Light, a woman who faked being a man and getting into an army from it

Small Appearance Note: Jennifer Light has short auburn hair concealed by her helmet, and her chest is small but not completely flat.

Personality: Jonathan is a noble, typically quiet man, preferring to speak with actions rather than words. He swore himself to his duty as a crusader back in the days of old, and upholds his ideals of being that crusader, despite fighting for a God that he doesn't believe in. He has his own affiliations of religious ideals and is not afraid to call upon them and ask for help. He hates people who think highly of themselves, seeing them as scum, although he understands if someone says they're better than they are if they're in a joking mood. He is slightly racist towards fundamentalist Christians and Scientologists, believing that their ideas of a greater power are very illogical.

Greatest Sin: Pride. Jonathan went face to face against a horde of enemies before he died, and he imagined he could bore through enough of them and get through the insane amount of ruffians so he could flee the battle. Unfortunately, he cleaved through about 10 people before he took a fatal stab into the chest, causing him to bleed out.

Motivation: Jonathan has seen the error of his ways and desires to return to the realm of the living and seek redemption from his God, which he believes shows it's presence through his power. He feels the only way to do this is by making the journey back through Hell and help some people who also wish to make the journey back.

Biography:
 Jonathan was born in 1078 AD, in the city of Constantinople, from Jonathan Light II and his mother, Lelanna Light, two merchants currently selling dyes and clothes to the peasants of Constantinople. He didn't have any sort of formal education, aside from how trading and shopkeeping worked, and was always picked on as a kid for having a bit of a hard time talking, although nobody could really tell if he had difficulty talking or he just didn't like it. Eventually, Jonathan started a small shop near his parents, specializing in art and decorations, and Jonathan made a good living off it, worshipping his own God secretly when he didn't work. He loved his life and what he did, making a good profit off of it and meeting some interesting people.
 However, the First Crusades began, and when the enlistment happened in his area, he went and pledged his allegiance to the cause of the Pope. Jonathan joined due to him wanting a change of pace in his life, and he felt like this was his opportunity for a new chapter in his expansive tale. As a crusader, Jonathan quickly rose the ranks as a very talented warrior, eventually reaching the point where he commanded a small unit of about 6. He lived the tale of a true hero, and enjoyed every minute of it.
 Yet, as many books have taught us, every hero must fall sometime. A large siege happened at around 1101, where Jonathan and his group were stationed, and a very large number of enemy forces were approaching the crusaders. Having no fear and being backed by his powers, Jonathan rushed in with his group and was confident in their abilities to take down the opposition. Even though they had valor and bluster, the group was slain, with Jonathan among them.
 Things took an interesting turn for Jonathan once he woke up in Hell, namely being that he was of course in Hell. He had no idea why he deserved it at the time, but that didn't seem to phase him. He may have been in Hell, but he was not afraid. He still had the passion of his ways backing him, and he still had his mace and shield. He began to work his way into becoming a staple blacksmith in Hell, forging weapons for men, demons, spirits, and even the occasional cambion. He even so much success that he even somehow bought a small pocket dimension, which he can access through an object he carries on him. After a long time, he figured out through a fortune teller that he made it into Hell for committing the sin of Pride, which somewhat surprised him for he committed the sin in his final moments. Either way, the same fortune teller saw him escorting a group of others attempting to leave Hell, and he was alongside them, offering his hand in combat and hopefully reaching his goal of redemption. This brings us to where we are now...

Skills: Jonathan Light III was a very talented warrior and blacksmith, and in combat he specialized with his mace and shield. He is also a seasoned leader, with his military strategies being usually very successful. Although all this is well and good, neither of those skills match his passion and devotion to his God, expressed again through his power.
"The Light" was the power unlocked while Jonathan was a crusader, manifesting via a shining ball of light over his palm when he uses it. Although The Light has no weaponized features or anything of that caliber, it is seen by Jonathan as a God due to it's... otherworldly properties. Jonathan is able to pray to this being and he is then given something enlightening, largely consisting of knowledge, answers, and advice. The result he receives is dependent on his passion towards himself and his powers.

This power came to Jonathan accidentally, during one of his prayer sessions where he began to express his devotion through words, and the power was completely sealed and connected after he wrote the first scripture of The Light, which went as follows.

Even though we live in a world not ready;
There are people in this world who are.
Through this verse we are granted blessing;
Allowing us to find true insight.
Through this verse we are granted salvation;
Allowing us to never truly die.
Through this verse we are granted faith;
Allowing our souls to accept this gift.
If violence is ever to arise;
We must rely not on The Light, but on ourselves.
These are the words of The Light.

This spell is passed by devotion to The Light, and by writing the next part of the scripture attuned to your character's beliefs. However, any attempts at direct physical empowerment is not a belief of this religion. Indirect empowerment is fine. "Knowledge is power" and what have you.

Gear: * Jonathan's Mace, crafted out of fine bronze and scarred by bloodstains from his enemies.
* Jonathan's Shield, adorned with a blazing sun and with the first scripture of the light secured in a compartment.
* An enchanted tent, bought from a demon, containing a pocket dimension.
* The pocket dimension, containing a bed, a chest full of smithing materials, and a very good forge.
* His suit of crusade armor, worn at all times.

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=0J2QdDbelmY (7 Nation Army - The White Stripes)

[User]
Kritch knew that the pain of willingly reforming his hand in a small confined space would be immensely powerful from the dangerously low thought out plan, but he was hoping that the massive amount adrenaline and fear running though his body would null his senses for this very grueling moment. This wasn't the case this time. A familiar feeling of searing pain soared throughout Kritch's hairy malformed body causing it to jolt and contort around several angles. The rat's hand had quickly shot out of the destroyed guardsman's brain, his bloody ruined hand exposed to the suffering rat's eyes caused him to curse within his language chittering, clicking, and squeaking seemingly at the same time with its rapid sounds. Kritch didn't even notice the semi-liquid cloud of death toying with the already defeated guardsman, he was just tightly clenching his limp wrist staring at his ravaged hand. It had been quite some time being subjected to his amount of pain, one of his main goals was to actually avoid being hurt as getting hurt is quite bad! Still, after his cursing subsided for the moment, Kritch's even more blood red eyes landed upon the mess that gas-cloud thing had produced with the last guardsman.

While normally Kritch would run away at the sight of such horrors from an untrustworthy ally, the amount of pain, fear, and adrenaline coursing through his veins threw away his caution to the winds of chaos and merely wanted this nightmare to be over. Letting out a simple snort to V's words, he grabbed the flying keys with his good hand before stumbling towards the locked door. "Lizard-thing better be of use-use," Kritch muttered to himself, unlocking the prison door and unleashing Betty to the prison hallways of temporary freedom. "We must flee-escape building now, monster too power-strong for us, we go to escape-free driver,"

[Assistant]
At the sight of his restraints loosening, the crazed Grog began to flail his arms wildly, shotguns still firmly gripped and all. Of course, a few stray shots landed here and there. As his trusty steed hoisted him over his head and explained what was about to happen, Grog reacted the only way he could. More rage-induced spasms and mouth frothing. That was not to say he didn't like the prospect of serving as a gun-totting human fucking cannonball, in fact, he welcomed the idea with open arms and... Mouth? Of all times, Grog just -had- to use the Pint now. With one gun held awkwardly under his shoulder, it seemed that the (un)masked hooligan had just downed an entire tankard of what seemed to be pure scotch.

 And just like that, he was launched. Barely having enough time to secure his tankard, he felt his face being pulled back by the force of the throw as he flew ripped a hysterical path through the air. The crab-man had already began to launch what seemed to be a counterattack against Head Honcho, and Sir Badass had valiantly napalmed the fuck out of Nefas' legs, or something. Grog was too absorbed in his own high to properly notice. Though the whole scene was truly fun to behold, time was of the essence, especially now that the leather-clad bomber was momentarily airbourne.

 Once again, due to the combination of his own peculiar mental functions and the drugs still going strong within his system, Grog began formulating a course of action that would guarantee maximum damage on the raging half-demon-thing. First, he'd empty his shotguns while there was still distance between himself and Nefas. His heightened awareness made it painfully easy to successfully aim for key points such as the throat, mouth and eyes. With that out of the way, the next thing to do was to somehow avoid being caught by the beast. Luckily, he had just the trick for that. One of his three nailbombs would do the job. He'd simply toss it with all of his (now somewhat formidable) strength towards the baddie. Even if he were to catch it before it hit his face, the force from the impact would still set it off, resulting in a high-powered, nail-filled burst that would certainly give him these precious few moments needed in order to slip by.

 Though that seemed a tad hard to pull off.

[User]
Inside HPIS
Hallway & A bit of Cell Block L-1
Poncho struggled fruitlessly against the muscled man holding him captive. For a second he considered trying to strike before gazing up at the behemoth and seconding guessing himself. At the proposition the demon sneered, but as he was put down, did as told. His shouts began to fill the room, attempting to calm the rioters.

While this was happening, Nefas was being beset upon again. First, the knight of light slammed a flaming shield into his knees, forcing him into a stumble where Old N caught him off guard. This forced him onto one knee, the bullets being fired from Grog grazing his head and causing it to bleed just a bit. The coup de gras came from Deprave, who stepped up and swung his mighty blade down, cracking open Nefas's skull and carving through some grey matter. Nefas slumped over on the blade and his eyes closed themselves. It seemed he was down for the count.

The prisoners began cheering. Long live the king, the king is dead and all that. While some immediately ran to the exit, Poncho blocked the exit and began corralling and calming down the masses, as per Deprave's polite suggestion. Although he did have to punch some of them out, the vast majority seemed to be pretty hype about the whole thing. Mob mentality was running wild, as was adrenaline. As soon as Betty arrived, the group was free to go.

Near Betty's Cell
As the lock clicked open and Kritch swung the door open, the two would be greeted by a 4 foot tall green reptilian demon, dressed in a small shirt and a skirt. She bombastically stepped out into the hall before taking a look around at the rebels that freed her and frowning. "I was expecting someone a bit more heroic, and less dirty and uh..." Gazing down at the the smoldering corpse of the head guard. "Jeez, was that really, like, a requirement? He was nice. Gave me a drink sometimes."

"Well, whatever, we need to get out of here?" She asked, looking between the two men. At that moment, Barkeep cut in. "Weaver is on her way, should be there in about 30 seconds or a minute. Make sure Betty doesn't get hurt." Betty nodded at this, seemingly knowing who this person was. She began lackadaisical trekking down the hall towards the entrance to the prison.

[Assistant]
The crusader had thrown their helmet across the ground in a desperate attempt to get the cloud of air infused with a napalm out of their eyes and lungs. The young Toby saw that the knight was struggling to breathe and rushed over to see if he would be alright after getting all of this crud out of his system, but as Toby would soon find out, the knight was not the man he seemed... or a man at all.

Where Jonathan Light once stood, a slightly ravishing woman was on her knees and hands, coughing up smoke. Her hair was cut shortly in order to fit into the thrown-aside helmet. Through the coughs that were expelled from her, you could hear a confident and slightly feminine voice, and her frame was actually rather slim, and under the armor you could barely see a fair bit of padding under it. This was Jennifer Light, the crusader that faked an identity to join the ranks of the Pope's army many centuries ago.

She looked back towards the prison, now loud with the chanting of once rioting prisoners, still coughing away with a slightly accented voice. "Nefas is - hyeck - taken down now... we have a - chyech - chance at getting out of - bleck - here... glorious." The knight continued to cough after that.


[System]
Age: 35
Race: Human
Weapon: Heavy ironwood mace, capped with brass on either end.
Magic: None
Personality Traits: Strongest: Perceptive/ not easily deceived. Weakest: Often passive, doesn't take charge easily.
Appearance: Huge, seven-foot tall black man, broken nose, many scars, split knuckles, black bear tattoo on left shoulder, burn scars on right arm, and iron talon piercing through left ear. Usually goes shirtless, with a pair of short, tough canvas pants and heavy boots. Occasionally wears an off-white tunic.

[User]
Vlad wasn't sure about how he think of the new order the elf just given. Usually, people would just leave him alone when he joined a group, isolated from the others. Afterall, it is not his fault for them to die due to their ignorance. Adventure and quests are dangerous missions, and they dig their own graves when they do it.

Shifting his train of thought, Vlad looks toward the other, the one that is offering a handshake. His armor is covered in many scratches, with blood and mud almost covered everywhere on that armor. Scars can be seen on his joints, hands, and face. But Vlad knew this is the person that deserves respect, for he had survived through many hard fights.

Shaking the hand that is in front of him, Vlad said with a deep tone, will still able to show his respect for the opposite. "Vladimir Voynich, the Necromancer." Pausing a moment to think of Akono question, Vlad continues. "I need the best melee and the best scout I could get, and this is the best I could find." Vlad repositions himself so Akono could see what he meant. "For look at the other, they all got a decent group. But now they all just sit there and do nothing." Turning himself facing Akono, Vlad continues. "But here, we got a good guy that is good in preparing. Maybe he is capable of leadership too, but that remains in the future. And the best melee in here. So why don't I want to increase my chance of surviving in my next adventure?"

[Assistant]
Jericho nodded as he put the pipe back in his mouth. "Yeah, quite a large crowd in there. Sadly, I'm sure many of them will die within the first few hours of being in the city." He said.

He smiled at her question, taking and shaking her hand. "I'm Jericho. I already have two traveling with me in the city, but I wouldn't mind you joining us. If they give any lip about it, they can fuck off." He chuckled, but looked towards the city when a loud screeching noise filled the air.

Those who were outside looked at the town, and could see the silhouetto of a large winged beast, flying around the city. It landed on the roof of the castle, letting out another loud screeching sound, causing some to cover their ears. Inside the bar, they could hear the beast cries, and caused many to turn and ask the others what it was.

"That thing could be an issue." Jericho said, then looked back at Raven. "So, I'm good with a whip and rifle, can read, and incredible handsome. What can you do?" He asked her, taking a puff from his pipe.

[User]
Akono smiled widely, clapping the smaller man on the shoulder in what was meant to be a friendly gesture, but was perhaps a bit too forceful. "The best melee... I like this title! Perhaps I should introduce myself this way, no?" He shook his head, chuckling to himself, making more out of the comment than in really deserved.

"I'll be honest with you, Necromancer. I wasn't sure about you when I saw you approaching. I don't think much of meddling with the dead. But then, you seem a decent sort of fellow. Perhaps it is a snap judgement, but I believe we will get on just fine. I'm a good deal less sure about the Elf-Man. He seems far, far too confident by my measure. Anyone as sure of himself as that man is either a fool, or dangerous. Or, in this case, perhaps both." The dark giant mused idly, his intent less to speak his mind about the de facto group leader, and more to gauge the Necromancer's opinion of the man, and to test how willing the slim magicworker was to speak openly and confide in a near-stranger.

"Here. Let me pay for a drink for you. Then, with ale in our stomachs, good cheer will come easily, I think. The pretentious Elf-Man may be more willing to put up with our presence if he believes we are getting on well." He waved for a mug of the tavern's home brew, then shook his head with a long-suffering look as he sent the buxom serving girl back to fetch a larger mug. She returned with an enormous flagon, better-suited to serving a table than one man. Akono smiled widely, a fearsome, yet cheery sight, and pushed a thick coin down the bar to her, adding "That should cover it, and whatever my friend here wants." He placed particular emphasis on the word "friend", punctuating it with another good-natured, if painful clap on the shoulder.

[Assistant]
Enduring the force that Akono had placed on his shoulder, Vlad's face started to shift to red, but the mask has covered most of his facial expression. Looking at the action Akono just did, Vlad raises his mug. "Maybe this is going to be a good adventure for both of us, and for the new friend that I just make."

"Hey, barkeep. Give me the best food that you can afford in this place. This should cover what my friend and I want." Placing five coins alongside the table, looking at Akono. "As I believe, we both are human. And human like us can do nothing before having a full meal."

Suddenly, a loud noise can be heard throughout the whole bar, echoing in everyone head, and shutting down any conversation in there. Through the window, Vlad saw a hulking beast is on the top of the castle and screaming. Fill with awe and excitement or maybe feared, many people run outside the bar to have a better view of the beast. But not Vlad, who is sitting there, murmuring to himself, before drinking his ale. "So I believe, our signal was given, and the wheel of fate had begun to roll. " Outside, voices between people debating about this adventure started to rise, like a smoke signal for death to come.

[User]
Akono smiled at the offer of food, but said nothing, enjoying his beverage. At the "both human" comment, he remarked "Aye. Hardly something worth mentioning, were you to ask me, but aye." He returned to his drink, draining it with a fervor that was almost concerning. As he set the enormous pitcher down to take a breath, a monstrous screeching rent the air. The singularly cacophonous sound snapped the bondsman back into the reality that was the impending mission, and he left his drink at the bar in favor of retrieving the trunk-like club that rested against the back wall. He hefted the massive weapon up onto one shoulder, then nodded to the Necromancer and stepped outside, eyes searching for the source of the screeching sound.

He eventually did sight the source of the sound, as well as the apparent leader of the little party, as well as a young woman who he didn't recognize. He strode over to the two, acknowledging them, but saying nothing. He hefted his club down from his shoulder, resting the brass-bound head on the street. The handle leaned against his bulky chest, and he used one hand to keep it steadied. Finally, he spoke.

"Jericho. Who's the woman? She part of our crew, or just hanging around in hopes of catching your eye?" He didn't make any attempt to address the woman herself. If she was worth his attention, she'd make it clear. He broke the tense moment with a grin, and a jovial "Kidding, miss. It's a pleasure to meet you, of course. I'm Akono. Anyone know why the beast up there showed up? Any town guardsmen to deal with it?"

[Assistant]
"It's making itself known." Jericho said, not taking his eyes off the creature, watching as it made its way into a hole in the roof of the castle. "It wants us to know it exists, that it's going to hunt us down." He said, then finally looked at the two.

"She is with us. And we are leaving. Now." He said, going to the door. "If that thing is the main predator of the city, its resting. Which means it'll be awake by the time everyone else comes to town. Aka, free, easy, breakfast." He said, opening the door. "If we leave now, we'll have a better chance of hiding once it is awake." He walked into the bar.

"If you are traveling with me, get your things. I'm going to grab my bag and rifle, then taking off." He shouted, then went to the room he had rented.

"No refunds on the room." The barkeeper said.

"That's fine." He told him, going to his room and gathering his gear. He then grabbed his rifle, putting it in its holster on his back, then heading back down. He gave the barkeep a waterskin, nodding.

"Feel it up." He said, putting some money down.

[User]
"I can do many things," Raven replied after shapeshifting, taking on Jericho's appearance and voice to sound exactly like him. But she could only do that with individuals she'd come across, not complete strangers. Nonetheless, that little detail didn't matter much and she didn't feel the need to disclose it. It was after a deafening screech the Raven resumed her normal appearance. She couldn't lie to herself, she was quite startled.

"Well, isn't that a surprise..."

As the two of them stared, a pair of traveling companions walked up to them, one whom she could have sworn had been inside talking to Jericho right after she had paid for her drink.

"The pleasure is all mine, Akono," Raven smiled once Jericho went back inside the bar. "I'm Raven, yet another person tagging along...hope you don't mind."

[Assistant]
*After some time has passed*

Jericho looked at the wall around the city. It had been built to protect the town many years before any of them had been born, but now acts like a barrier to protect the safe from the infected. For how long, was anyone's guess.

Jericho kept walking along the wall, looking for a way to get in. "Try to keep up. I don't want to lose you guys. Not yet anyway." He said, then stopped, seeing some light, coming near the wall.

It was a group of looters, nothing they couldn't handle, if it came to that. They were pushing a few crates out of the town, using a hole in the wall. "Hurry up! We are too close to the church. I don't want the blood whore to find us!" One said, as the other nodded.

"Did you see what she did to Samuel? She had her servants just rip him apart! Then she just let them have their way with her, right there in the blood! The gods have forsaken this land!" One looter cried. He was rocking back and forth by the wall, shaking in fear.

"Hush kid! We all knew the risk when we went in there! But just think. We only have to split this three ways now. More for each of us!" Said the "leader" of the group.

Jericho looked back at the group following him. "So, what do you think? We can try to talk to them, see if they'll just let us go through the hole. Or we can wait till they leave." He said. "Or, you know, kill them."

[User]
"I vote for killing." Looking behind to see three skeletons hauling a huge amount of supplies containing foods, water, and camping supplies, Vlad chuckles a little bit before looking to the "leader". " I can feel my power getting stronger the closer we are to the city. Even though it is weak for now, but my power is truly getting stronger."

Pausing for a moment to find a reason for the group to kill these looters, the only reason that Vlad could find is to experiment his empowered magic. But it was only his reason for doing so, not the group primary's objective. They might get injured, and after all, Vlad didn't know them very well. But Vlad needs to experiment his power, or else the next time he got is going to be in a desperate situation.

Trying to make his speech to become more of a recommendation, rather than an order, Vlad continues his reason for doing so. "My power is getting stronger when in this area. Even though I still not know for what reason, but the art of necromancy seemed to empowered in this area. So I need to test this before it is too late. For I don't know what is the next situation I will test my power at, so here is the best for me. "

Pausing a moment to see the group facial reaction, Vlad continues. "Of course, you guys can choose not to. After all, the noise of the battle might pull some unnecessary attention."

[Assistant]
"You're as welcome as any of us, Raven. Here's hoping that our slapdash group works together alright. I'd hate to have to be watching my back every moment of every day." He put on a less-aggressive tone. "Let's hope that it doesn't come to that. I'm a trusting fellow, so long as there's nothing too unquestionably odd about someone. Like, say, the ability to raise the dead." He shuddered slightly. The big man wasn't easily scared, but the idea of necromancy unnerved him to no end. It was a relief, at least, to hear that this particular dead-raiser was at least partly devoted to the concept of life.

Akono stepped back slightly at the words of the necromancer. "Damn, man. I'm all for fighting in general, but you're talking about using living people as test subjects. I'm a damn sight more comfortable with just bashing their heads in and being done with it. I'm glad that you're feeling powerful and all, but these are human lives we're talking about. I thought you were a student of life as much as death magic. Can't we just either kill them and get out of here, or hurry away? Every moment that we waste here is adding to the lead that any other party might have over us."

He frowned wearily, and looked to the part-elvish de facto leader, an action which was becoming uncomfortably habitual. "Well, Jericho? It's up to you. I'm satisfied with going in mace-a-swinging, but if you give the order, I'm sure we could take advantage of our slight lead, rather than wasting it with discussion." His meaty hand tensed slightly on the leather-wound handle of the ironwood club, muscles readied for either choice, violent or not.


[System]
"Dia duit núíosach!"
Age: 18
Race: Dathia ("Colors")

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Appearance
Standing at just beneath 5 feet, Caitriona has several common features for her people - her hair has multiple colors, the deep red of the roots moving into a transitory orange and then a yellow as if her hair was like fire itself. Depending on when you meet her, it may range between extremely well kept or completely ragged as if she had been running through a forest. Her body is lean and thin, and she tends to wear short dresses of a simple cloth comparable to linen or of various gathered plants woven into each other. Her face is fair, and sometimes she will apply various bits of paint to it as some sort of makeup.

On her back usually is a sack of linen, with strings wrapping it around her shoulders so it doesn't have to be carried. Attached to it is a wooden flute that has various engravings running up and down it's length, as well as a small porcelain flask for water and a finely crafted knife of some sort of white stone.

Her shoes are dissimilar to the rest of her selection, looking like something charlotte may be more familiar with in style. Additionally, one of her bags has the slight raddle of some sort of coin.

Abilities
It will only take a few minutes of meeting the girl to figure out a few things about her: she can find anything within a forest, she can music that can enchant the hearts of the hardest to break. This is not to say there is some sort of magic about it, but rather that it is simply really good. Her appearance lends to some sort of tribal lifestyle, so it isn't surprising that the girl knows her ways around nature - she can read the stars, she can find water, and she can find food and even unique plants used in medicine or for other various purposes.

Additionally, her hair glows at night like a fire, and will change color to blue when a powerful magical presence is around, such as a VERY large predator.

The hair has magical properties as well. Caitriona is able to burn it in a flute and allow anyone nearby to speak to animals in a literal sense.

Personality
Fickle, fun, and pun, this bard knows how to enjoy herself with others, often playing minor pranks or teasing them for the fun of it. She is kind, but not ridiculously self sacrificing: she has herself, and the people that raised her. While she believes that teaching others is important, she eventually expects her students to have learned for themselves.

However, she has always been very curious even among her people, which has led to her interacting with other cultures more than what her people would consider normal, and sometimes they even consider it too much.

History
Will Fill in as we go along.

The Uaimh
You don't know shit.
Other
Will fill in as we go along.

[User]
The native nodded somewhat as the woman explained what paper was. Of course she knew what paper was. But ... recording the landscape? How could one do that at all? If this foreigner had some method of tracking the lands aside from speaking to the animals, Caitriona was curious to see what it was. But it was obvious that the other woman was frustrated for some reason.

However, the second times she spoke of the great mothers in a derogatory tone Cait scowled for a moment before forcing herself to pick up the flute and play a little song to let her frustration out. It wouldn't be useful to yell at the woman in this situation, and the orange haired girl was starting to think there was a major misunderstanding.

As fire hair finished, she finally spoke to the other girl obviously a little irritated as well. "The Great Mothers would be able to aid you, I am sure of it. They speak of lands far away and likely have a better mind and gatherings for how things work. Their length is far longer and stronger than mine is, at least." Cait's eyes looked up to her own glowing hair as if she was disappointed before continuing.

"It's obvious you are not satisfied here, for whatever the reason ... although you seem too closed up to speak of what your aims are, if you do know them."

Suddenly the native had an epiphany. She gestured outside before looking at the other woman. "Why not speak to the friends? I am certain of their ability to aid you, if you'd only be their friend too!" Cait was still upset about the entire fiasco earlier, and was hoping Charlotte would understand that small critters weren't exactly food.

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Meh." Charlotte grunted when Cait started speaking. She had her doubts. Certainly they were likely older and knew more about the land than she did, but...it seemed a bit of a stretch that they'd be able to help. "My aims? I do not aim to live here for longer than I need too." Charlotte replied, shaking her head. She had no intention of hanging around forever, after all. She had something she wanted - or rather, she felt like she needed to do, after all. She couldn't do it sitting around here any longer than she needed too. However, at Cait's next suggestion, Charlotte turned around and gave Cait a deadpan expression.

"You are joking." She knew what that meant. She wanted to go out there and try...'talking' with a bird or something. Aside from the fact animals couldn't talk, her and them tended to not get along so well. Or perhaps rather...they got too friendly for her liking. Her old roommates pet Snow Hawk tended to get a liiiitle too friendly. And by that, she meant that it liked using her head as a nest when she was sleeping.

Annoying bird...though, she missed it.

"No." She simply replied. Cait would likely have to do a bit of tugging to get Charlotte out there.

[User]
Cait nodded, a little saddened as the other woman seemed to want to leave. But it was understandable. However, her reluctance to play nice irritated the native to no end. The native grasped the flute in her hand and pointed towards the door with a serious expression. It was obvious the other woman needed a little encouragement to make friends. "Come on, why do you hate them so? I am not teasing you. You need to learn to speak with your friends or things will turn out badly here for you." The orange haired girl was going to get this girl out of her cave one way or another.

If Charlotte hesitated for too long in leaving, her butt would suddenly start to sting as the shorter girl swatted her butt in encouragement with a smirk on her face. It had worked last time, so it would work this time. "Out, now." Cait would use whatever effort was necessary to get this woman outdoors.

The native then looked at the small fire from before, and after having the alchemist sit on the ground as she set up a small flame in the same spot before putting it into her flute. "You've been inside all day anyways, a little moon on your skin won't injure you!"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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There she was, going on about 'friends' again. Charlotte really didn't like where this was going. At all. Turn out badly for her? She could handle a few wild animals. Easy enough to shoo them off. Charlotte simply glared slightly at Cait, frowning and not making any sort of movement at all to head outside. Of course, she had not expected the swat on her butt once again. Her eyes widened, face reddening in slight embarrassment as her glare towards Cait became cold enough to freeze even fire solid. Ugh, why did she have to invade her personal space so...easily? With a sigh, Charlotte finally gave up trying to resist.

"Fine!" She said irritably. "I'll go...sit outside or something." Charlotte walked outside, steps hitting the stone floor with obvious annoyance as she made her way out. Once outside, she took a seat near the mouth of the cave, crossing arms against her chest, largely ignoring Cait.

[User]
Cait ignored the other woman's irritated glare, instead focusing on her work. Plucking a few herbs from her backpack and combining them with a stray strand of her hair, the woman lowered them into the fire within the flute and watched the smoke rise and then lower itself to the ground as if it was some sort of fog.

Then the orange haired woman began to play, hair glowing in the starlight. The song was pretty and upbeat, although gradually grew more down in tone and mysterious. Various animals began to come around the local area, and the black haired woman would probably start to realize that there was a slight mental effect from whatever the reagents were as her thoughts became more primal and complex equations and thoughts were slightly harder to organize.

Pointing at a rabbit who wondered nearby the campfire and then looked at Charlotte curiously, the native spoke to the other woman with a smile. "See? Aren't they very friendly?" The fire haired girl moved closer to the irritated woman, lowering herself into a sitting position. "Why won't you say hi?"

"Hello! Who is this?" An excited voice filled the air, coming straight from the direction of the rabbit. Caitriona looked at the small thing, giggling slightly as she reached into her bag and offered the rabbit some greens.

"Sorry my good rabbit, I was talking to this miserable woman named Charlotte." The small creature looked up at the black haired woman, seeming to be curious.

"Miserable? Charlotte simply looks irritated to me, Cait. But what's her problem?"

[Assistant]
~Charlotte LaChance~

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Whatever Cait was doing, Charlotte was hardly interested in it. She was content to pout, glare, and sulk until Cait was satisfied with her being nibbled on my forest creatures. Whatever she was doing though, was obviously some sort of...chemical reaction. Alchemy of some sort? That is what it looked like, and despite Charlotte's annoyance she was a bit curious as to what the smoke was doing. It didn't seem to be harmful, and Cait was playing a fairly...relaxing tune.

In fact, it was getting a little...difficult to think. And that terrified Charlotte. It was brief, though, very brief.

But that fear was quickly suppressed by whatever this thick smoke was doing, and Caits flute playing. It definitely had some sort of mental effect, but Charlotte couldn't place what exactly it was. Any sort of complex or complicated thoughts were deadened, locked away behind some sort of...fog. In fact, Charlotte didn't even seem to be paying attention to Cait. She was too busy trying to think.

"H-huh?" Cait's words snapped Charlotte out of her thoughts, or at least, out of her trying to reclaim them. She looked over to the rabbit, frowning slightly at the creature with a small glare. She expected it to waltz up and start nibbling on her shoe. What she hadn't expected was for the rabbit to start speaking. She looked from the rabbit, then to Cait, then back to the rabbit. She had been drunk before. She had accidentally gotten high a few times off of some fumes. But never in a million years had she ever heard one speak. It took a moment for Charlotte to fully process this though, and ended up staring at the rabbit for a few seconds.

"E-eeeh?! D-did that rabbit just talk!?" Charlotte jumped up, moving swiftly back a few seconds as if she had just been confronted by some sort of demon. She looked back to Cait.

This...this wasn't right. Animals didn't talk. That was...impossible. She turned her head to Cait, and instead of seeming her normal serious self, she looked more than a little distressed.

"A-animals do not talk!" Was she going crazy after all this time? No, no, it was likely that smoke or whatever it was Cait had done. It obviously had some sort of psycho...psychost...mind-altering effects.

That was not okay, and she might just smack Cait for this. Her knowledge and mind was one of the few things she had in this world she allowed herself to feel happy and a small amount of pride over. She would not take anyone messing with that lightly.

"Cait, what did you do to me?!" It would be increasingly clear to Cait that Charlotte was becoming less and less okay with whatever this was by the second.