[System]
Age: 19
Year: 1st
Gender: Female
Species: Faerie
Physical Description: Human Glamour

In Depth Physical Description: Kiki's most memorable feature is her thick mane of loose, cherry red curls. Her ivory skin is surprisingly freckle-free, a hint at her supernatural ancestry. Kiki's eyes are a pale grey by default, but they change color depending on her mood, although a simple glamour can cover that if she chooses. Kiara stands at a short 5 foot 2 inches and is fairly thin; some might even describe her as skeletal. Despite her petite, human-like frame, an aura of menace tends to surround KiKi, and she relishes in the fear it can draw out in others.
In her true faerie form, Kiki has wings, pointed canines and inscisors, and her skin is a light gray, full of cracks a fissures, as if she was made of stone; Her hair also floats around her as if she is hovering underwater.
Personality: Kiara isn't your average Unseelie faerie; although she feeds off of negative emotions, she likes to have a good time. Unless they are as troublesome as her, making friends has never been her strong suit, but finding lovers seems to come easily enough. Kiara is strikingly attractive and worse yet, she knows it, using these looks to invoke both lust and envy - some of her favorite flavors. At a young 19 years, Kiki is but a child in terms of a faerie lifespan, although she hasn't physically matured much past this age of 18, and won't for appear aged for a long, long time. Kiki has a lot to learn about both herself and the faerie world. She came to this school from the faerie realm in order to learn how to control her powers and better conceal herself using glamour. Right now, the use of glamour doesn't come quite so easily, and her eyes will suddenly change color, or her wings will sprout out unintentionally. Once she learns to control it completely, Kiki hopes to travel to the human realm to cause mischief and mayhem alongside some of her old friends from the Unseelie Court.
Hobbies: Practicing elaborate make-up designs on herself and others, painting/drawing (the fine arts in general), learning about plants and potion-making with the witches.
Familiar:
Extra: She can fly, but is not very gracefully yet. Kiki was also born to a particularly powerful set of parents, her father being descended from Moriganne herself, so she has some innate dark powers that she has yet to discover.

[User]
Shukura
Shukura had gotten up early the day of the ball. Knowing her it would take her most of it to pick out an outfit that was near perfection. Whenever attending social gatherings she always had to make sure she looked her best, so the shoes had to be right, the dress to die for, the make-up was going to be non-existent, the jewelry tastful and er clutch to die for.

After an entire day she finally found something that looked good. The dress was a bright red and form fitting. It had a beautiful design on it amd the way the dress opened up at the knee was justso classy to her. Her shoes were a gift from her mother a while back that had never been worn before. The last few things would be simple; her makeup would be a red lipstic and thats it, he hair in a classic but to help show off her shoulder line . With all of this and a spray of perfume she was completed.

She turned to her roomamte and did a little twirl.

"How do I look? Is my butt to big? Damn no time, I am going to head down first and wait in the lobby, feel free to take whatever you like just make sure it finds its way back into my closet okay, and if you need help just call." She said this in one breath while she rushed out the door with her tear drip dimaond earings in one hand and a small wallet in another.

Her roomamte Samantha seeemed tomboyish, the exact opposite to her girly Shukura's girly exterior. Plus she was a lycan to boot but it did not bother Shu in the least the girl had not started any trouble yet.

Shukura made it down and bgan to check herself for everything while waitng for her roommate. She did not necessarily detest this ball, it was just some of the people there might tick her off tonight. Her mother always used to say that she had aone trck mind and could flap her jaws to no extent. Then a horrible thought crossed her mind, her mother would be at thks event, the onlt woman truly capable of humiliating Shu in public and live to tell the tale. Tonight should be fun.

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Cimi
Cimi, was a deep sleeper but he could clearly hear someone getting ready for an event tonight. As he drifted in and out of concise he tried hard to remeber what exactly what was so important that was trying to will him out of his sleep. It did not bear him until he heard the door close, the ball was tonight. Cimi jumped out of the bed and scrabbled around to get ready, he was running late and need to hurry up. The suiet was plain, bow tie and all but it did look mice on him. Cimi ran out the door with out doung his hair so it was still a curly mess.

When he arrived at the auditorium , it was beautiful as always, white marbke and all other types of fixtures. He knew the place was just dripping with magic but he was still impressed. But for now he need to find his pops. The old man should be slithering around the place somewhere.

[Assistant]
The room where silent, so silent you could hear the people moving down in the lobby, candles where the only light source right now casting it's dancing shadows on the fall and the figure who sat hunched on the bed. Joar had prepared for this event the whole day but still did not feel ready for it. He had never been much for big social gatherings and by the look of the buildings and ornaments there would be some pretty rich and ambitious people attending this welcome ball. He smiled slightly and reached for the suit jacket on the bed and putting it on. It was tailored in such away that he actually looked slightly bigger then he was. On the bed the tie lay in a heap, he had tried several times tying it but it always ended up looking really strange or it felt like it was strangling him.

With a deep sigh he took a last look in the mirror in the room, adjusted the collar of the shirt and tried a smile. It didn't feel completely wrong but still he felt and thought that he must look kinda out of place. Oh well he had made an effort washing and combing his hair but still it looked just as unruly as ever. Was he afraid of making a fool of himself? No that was not it, maybe it was because he had no good answer to questions that he might get about his mating mark? Absently his right hand went to his temple and traced the intricate mark down and along his jawline until it disappeared down his neck and should. With a last shrug he went around the room blowing out every candle before leaving the room, his steps leading him to the auditorium.

He had not expected the scene that meet him as he entered. The decorations and luxury was on a whole other level then he had expected, now he really was out of place. If he ever had felt lonely around people now was that time. With a slight smile he tried to slowly and discretely Joar tried making his way along the walls not want to attract to much attention. His eyes scanned the crowed of people gathered there, his ears picking up small talk, laughter and giggles. At least some where having fun already, excitement found it's way into his stomach as he started to wonder what would happen next when all would be gathered in the room.


[System]
Domain: The Darkness.

Appearance:

To start, no darkness shaped by her has eyes. She simply sees through their essence.

Oao has many forms for she wears the darkness around her, shaping it as both an extension of her body and a cover to conceal herself within. Her most familiar shape of darkness is that of a tall willowy humanoid, lithe with a subtle feminine shape to it. It's arms are almost as long as it's body is and possesses a pair of exceedingly long yet thin hands. It's face is a completely featureless mask sitting underneath a mass of long wispy tendrils of darkness serving as what could be assumed to be hair. It's legs end in a single trunk that sprawls out at the ankle level with several dark roots that pull it forward as a means of locomotion.

Her true form is that of an emaciated genderless little humanoid, a rather pathetic creature. Her skin is whiter than snow and she's no larger than a human child though she may appear smaller as she tends to remain hunched forward. She has got bony arms with two twig-like fingers and an only slightly thicker thumb. Despite being thin little bones called fingers they are long enough to reach around the entirety of an adult human's head. Her feet are normal sized for a human child though they only possess two little claw-like toes.

Her face is gaunt and narrow with thin lips and a mouth full of needle fine teeth. Shorter sets of these teeth run all the way down into her throat, allowing her to chew what she swallows all the way down. She has got shallow cheeks with eyes twice the size of a human's. Completely filling her eyes is a deep darkness, an abyss so black staring deeply into them can leave one's grip on sanity loosened. As though swimming in the shores of the fathomless darkness which appear to stretch on for eternity are two vanishingly small points of white light. There is only one for each eye, two minuscule stars set to float atop an infinite void confined within the space of her rather large eyes. Oao has long straight silky jet black hair that appears very well groomed, something to be envied by many with long dark hair were they to discover she had it.

Her voice is a soft, light pitch like that of a wispy young girl. Whenever she speaks it's always with a tremble to her voice, becoming shakier the more afraid she is.

Realm: The Caverns of North Crown.

North Crown, the human name given to the mountain range that encircles the northern pole of the world like a massive crown. Deep throughout this range is a truly massive series of caverns which form a truly labyrinthine maze beneath the mountains that she calls home. She has no subjects nor really anything to call her own. The tunnels she has dug are bare and frigid due to their proximity to the frozen lands and seas that lay within the crown. She has driven away all fauna from her territory save the creatures naturally born without eyes. Hence, only worms and moles reside within the mountains though these beasts can sometimes grow to be fairly large when left unchecked. Rockborer worms in particular tend to range on the rather gigantic size of things, growing to about the same mass as whales and possessing massive hardened beaks designed to bore through solid rock, hence the name.

Much of these caverns have been plastered with congealed darkness that is imbued with the power to turn aside the gaze of all beings, even the gods. Not even magic can pierce the darkness she's painted her realm in, forming a great curtain over her home that she uses to hide herself in. Of course like all things created from darkness it is susceptible to light, the essence of illumination antithetical to that of darkness. Her darkness is strong however so woe be onto the unwary who traipse into her realm thinking a mere torch will thwart the likes of her darkness.

Biography:

Many are afraid of the dark. What most don't know is that the dark is more afraid of them.

From the day she was born alongside the many others who would be the first gods known to this realm she has always lived in fear of the light. The first time she had ever poked her head out the sun's rays burned her, causing her to recoil back into her caverns. At the time she could not fathom why this had happened.

Does the sun hate me? She wondered. The moment it saw me all it wanted to do was get rid of me. Perhaps this is the same of all creatures. Needless to say with these thoughts in mind her earliest years were rife with seclusion. She turned to expand her caves since she couldn't make her home above where the sun was waiting to get her. She began to see all those who embraced it's light as being in league with it, all determined to destroy her should they ever see her. Little has changed since those days.

She is miserable. She doesn't understand why everything is obsessed with banishing her. From the light of the sun to the fires the little humans carry there is nary a single being she's aware of that doesn't wish to violate the very nature of her essence by trying to pull away her precious domain. To her these beings are essentially seeking to strip her naked so that all may gawk upon and abuse the feeble little creature that she is. She is painfully aware of how fragile a goddess she is, a tiny delicate little being trapped in a massive stone ball run by massive beings of tremendous power, all vying to steal away her hiding spaces to claim as their own territory thus forcing her into an ever smaller corner to hide in.

Even if she were the most powerful and beautiful being alive however that would not change the fact that it is in her very nature to be afraid of being seen. The terror that something might be trying to catch a glimpse of her fills her heart and consumes her mind at all times, frequently leading to full blown panic attacks. She weeps, she shivers, she sits huddled in the dark caverns far away from all living creatures. She is lonely as she is incapable of trusting anything to not betray her. Even when creatures cannot even see her if they are even nearby her mind will trick her into feeling the sensations of their eyes grazing across her cold taut flesh. Her paranoia is massive and overall she is an emotionally unstable trainwreck of a genderless aberration filled with a growing sense of her impending doom as the gods vie to steal all that is hers away until she is inevitably left at the mercy of her greatest foe: The Sun.

Needless to say given how much grief it has caused her she holds a seething enmity towards all light, the sun chiefest of them all. She would love nothing better than to snuff out the sun and plunge the world into eternal darkness but she is too shy and cowardly to ever act out so brazenly. Until something changes she maintains focus on preserving her hold over the chthonic territories, driving out intruding deities however possible so that she may remain safely hidden from all.

Notes: None.

Misc:

- Her name is taken from the sound of the great howling void that exists beyond the darkness between the stars.

- Because moonlight is a reflection of sunlight Oao can only make full use of her domain on the night of the new moon, the time of the month when the moon is at it's darkest.

"Put that on my Tabula."

[User]
' Humans are such a disgusting race, like snakes they slither to and fro spewing venom in the form of lies, like rats they scurry around stealing scraps and not able to see the bigger picture. Like spiders they spin webs of lies that span decades... I guess that's why I see so much potential in them.'

-Musings of Iarus

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TIME:  Months Prior | LOCATION:  The Rift | INTERACTION: Dirka - @Dealdric

The sudden appearance of the Mad Musician gave what Iarus might call a fright. An ability that he had actually picked up from her a coy tine escaped from the gold slit that was his face, the strange invention she plucked caught him off guard for a moment but he quickly recentered himself,

"Ah..yes, I am in need of an elders eye. My beloved Sagu,"

Conjuring the creature who's body was that of a slithering snake from the jungles and who's upper body, minus the head was that of a human. The snake headed creature opened it's hooded neck and lowered itself in a manner that was befitting a bow saying not a word but showing utter respect for the being he was presented to,

"He is magnificent isn't he? He and his kind are going to make the perfect predators; devious, cunning and charismatic. But I feel that they missing something and as a token to all you have taught, I wished to ask your permission to make them especially skilled at magic. It would be an homage to my mad teacher…

[Assistant]
Dirka looked coyly at the beast. She went up to it at an uncomfortable distance for anything. She moved parts around and stretched others out. She stepped back and thought hard. Then, with a great smile, she plucked the harp and spoke in a joyous voice "I can't permit all magic, due to it's deceitful and dangerous nature, but I know that the illusion and destruction schools will do perfectly, in fact, I'll even give you a scroll I wrote that teaches the illusion school, an art me and one of my favorites have been perfecting before I introduce it into the human population for various purposes. I remember teaching you the destruction schools basic principles in case the need arises for you, so that knowledge should be enough to perfect them." She quickly goes over to a table of stone, vines, and blue gems that had various pieces of parchment and a wisp making a glowing purple fluid. She tossed a few scrolls and grabbed one with bright green and red trimming. She goes to Iarus quickly and shoves the scroll into his robes, and gave him a kiss on the forehead. She walks towards a table and a portal appears above Iarus and the snake-man. She waves behind her, and in a sultry voice she says "And next time, come for fun, not work~. I'd like to see what my little Lier has learned in the last year~." and the portal began to decend, sending Iarus and the Snake to Iarus' home.
 Dirka snaps her fingers and a man in very tribal yet ornate robes enters the sealed room of blue and grey stone. He bows deeply, then performs a magicians greetings. He clears his throat and asks in a voice like ripping paper "Me' lady, whatcha' need? I's got a fine spiritous brew goin' for da' party 'dis new moon celebration, and I don'ts want its over heatin'." She licks her lips. She is in awe at the flavor. "I assume you've had a taste? Needs more termite leg juice. Annyyywhhoooo, I need you to tell Sporatog that well be expecting a new race to teach soon. Also, do I have anything in my teeth? I have another meeting, and this one I want to look my worst." She opens her mouth revealing her sharp canines and wisdom teeth, which looked like canines instead of wisdom teeth. There was nothing in them, but the man decided to have a bit of fun. "Dear you, me' lady! Looks like a barn in there!" She closed her mouth and smiled. "Thank you, Haglerot! I want to see if I can make my sister queasy. Bye!" and she was gone.

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Zee
 She popped up in Anu's throne room, but Dirka expected a filled with dread throne room. "The fresh name of mom? Anu'varr? Are you in here? I've got a proposition you can't refuse!" She turned to see a dragon; not at all what she expected. She walked to it's cage and listened to it's cries. Good thing she listened to Naswaru when he talks to beasts. "Why are you being tortured deary?" she cooed. The beast struggled to get it out, but it did. "The mother...of demons...is...punishing me for...attacking her...territory under...Ragnadon's orders." Dirka hissed when the name was mentioned. She never liked it when Ragnadon attacked her things, but she cared less for things of other gods, mostly because they didn't give her the consideration she believed was due. They asked for her help more often than not, or they try to rip her off or steal, or cheat her out of her things. Just because one is mad doesn't mean they're gullible. Yet she went with it anyhow. It wasn't in her nature to get angry over something that petty. So she decided to have some fun. She stood up, broke the cage, and dragged(impressive for a woman only 8'10") the dragon out, but kept it in pain. She slammed it's head on the ground(which also looked cartoonish) and looked it in the eye. "I'll make you a deal beast. Serve me, become my mythic beast, and I will make sure no more torment heads your way ever. Let madness seep in, let it mold you, and none can hurt you if they themselves are not mad by my right. But first, let me make a deal with your current leash holder. In the mean time..." She sat next to it's head and it's pain went away when she started petting it. "...I'll keep your pain away. Just sleep." and the dragons eyes drooped then closed. Dirka sighed. "Anu's castle always brings out my more diabolical self. Guess that's the chaos of magic for you."


[System]
Age: 29

Social Class: Technocrat

Employment: Weapons Crafter/Dealer

Skills and abilities:

Expert Handgun accuracy- With his profession his creating and inventing new ranged weaponry, his skill in using them is something that came naturally

Expert Hand-to-Hand combat- Since he was a teenager his father trained him to become a skilled fighter in many cruel and enduring ways. Though his father knew this would make him hated by his son, he knew his intentions were for the best.

Improved Strength in left arm- Though it started off as a simple machine that was able to help move and carry heavier handguns and weapons, Ezekiel soon used it for his own personal needs, going through many painstaking surgeries and such to combine the machine with his own skeleton. Giving him robotic strength.

Equipment: Two Steam Revolvers and his Signature Wooden rifle. A concealed steam colt in his inner coat pockets.

General Back Story: In his childhood days, Ezekiel always lived in the shadow of his Father, Dr. Chisel, famous weapons dealer. Though Ezekiel knew the business his father dealt with was corrupt he would soon join the profession too. When his Father died, Ezekiel took his place as a Primary Weapons Dealer and creator. The death did not affect Ezekiel as much as people thought it would. Ezekiel always hated his father so when he died it only allowed Ezekiel to move up in his line of work.

[User]
Cornelia was caught up in a flurry of handing out drinks and collecting empty glasses when Earl Lightfeather and his wife began to speak. A hush fell over the assembled crowd. He said something of a new mining endeavor-which Lady Enright had told Cornelia about before the ball-and his wife made a cruel, sardonic remark about proles. Cornelia felt anger rise up her throat, but she willed herself to shove it back down. Her back seemed to ache as she recalled the scars that would be there for the rest of her life. The Earl continued to speak, and Cornelia listened closely as she picked up a fresh platter of pastries.

And then...the world exploded. The far side of the room flew inwards, completely destroyed. Shrapnel rocketed through the ballroom and screams filled the air. Dust and smoke clouded Cornelia's vision as she stumbled away. There was a slight pause before the glass dome shattered, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Cornelia barely felt the platter of pastries that she was holding drop to the floor. She was shoved to the ground as a Technocrat man collapsed on top of her. Pushing the man away and getting back onto her feet, dazed and bleeding from a few cuts due to the glass, Cornelia blinked several times and cast her gaze around the room. The figure that strode confidently in from the middle of the debris immediately caught her attention.

Whoever it was wore black robes and a bronze mask made of cogs and gears that never seemed to stop turning. A steamdroid attempted to attack the figure, but he-or she, as Cornelia had no idea who it was-viciously stabbed the steamdroid in the chest with three blades that seemed to come out of the figure's hands. Well, I'm sure that Lady Enright would like to know about that, Cornelia thought dryly to herself despite all that had transpired in the last minute or two. Cornelia spied her mistress standing in the corner, unscathed but shaken. That was good; Cornelia still had a job and she still would be able to collect her bribe.

The robed figure began to speak. "Earl Arthur Lightfeather, I find you guilty of oppression, decadence, persecution and gluttony. Your sentence, execution!" Then, the figure stabbed the Earl as well. Cornelia felt nothing after witnessing the gruesome event; there was no love lost in between her and any Technocrat out there. But she felt her interest piqued by the declaration the figure made right after killing the Earl-"Let this be a lesson to all of you whom would oppress your fellow man."

The figure was gone just as fast as it had appeared. He or she grappled out of the ruined ballroom, and Cornelia tried to see if she could find Anne or Lady Enright. She felt bruises forming on her side and ignored them for the time being. She'd lived through far, far worse than a couple of cuts and bruises. There were a number of people walking toward the dead Earl. Lady Lightfeather seemed to be paralyzed, immobile and gasping for air. Serves her right, Cornelia thought darkly to herself. Should've killed her instead of the damn Earl. Cornelia recognized one of the men standing near the Earl's corpse as the Technocrat with the young prole servant she'd heard earlier talking about the murderer.

Cornelia found Lady Enright in the same spot she had been in before the explosion. Cornelia figured that this was such an event where the policy of not being seen with her mistress could be ignored. "Cornelia, there you are," Lady Enright said. Lady Enright was a matronly, middle-aged woman with a sharp mind and greying chocolate brown hair. "I suppose that neither of us were expecting that." Lady Enright pulled Cornelia aside, lowering her voice so not to be overheard. "I want you to find the others and tell them to immediately head back to the house."

"Yes, ma'am," Cornelia replied softly. "Would you have me go with them as well?"

Lady Enright shook her head slightly. "No. I need you to stay and find out everything you can about what just happened. Forget the steamdroids; this takes priority. You will be handsomely rewarded for your, ah, services, as always."

Cornelia nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she said again. Lady Enright released her and Cornelia turned around, walking back into the fray. She searched frantically for Anne; sweet, kind Anne, the only one who would even speak to Cornelia. She spied her friend lying on the ground, unmoving, and hurried over.

"Anne, Anne, Anne," Cornelia whispered anxiously, kneeling beside her. Now that she was up close, Cornelia could see that Anne was bleeding badly. She'd had the bad luck to be directly in the explosion's path. Cornelia desperately felt for a pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when she confirmed that Anne was simply unconscious and not dead. Cornelia's fingers scrabbled clumsily as she took out her pocketknife from the front of her dress, disregarding all the rules of propriety, and cut a strip of cloth from her apron to staunch the flow of blood coming from Anne's chest.

Somebody abruptly yanked Cornelia's head back, and she found herself face-to-face with a Technocrat. "You," he ordered curtly, tightening his grip on her hair. "Get this cleaned." He thrusted a stained jacket into her hands, giving Cornelia once-over, his eyes pausing for a second at her chest. She recognized him as the man who almost struck a red-haired woman a few minutes earlier. Cornelia felt rage cloud her thoughts, despite her voice of reason shouting silently at her and the memories of her teenage years; who the hell did this bastard think he was, assuming that his fucking jacket was more important than her friend's life?!

Cornelia stared at him long and hard before dropping the jacket and turning back around. "What are you doing?!" the man demanded, pulling at her hair again. Cornelia felt herself lose control and shoved him sharply away.

"I'm trying to save my friend's goddamn life, that's what I'm doing!" she practically shouted. Fortunately, the other people in the ballroom were more concerned with the injured and the dead Earl than with Cornelia. She let out a breath of disgust and gingerly picked Anne up-which was not very hard to do, considering her friend's diminutive stature-and marched away.

[Assistant]
Samuel was sitting comfortably in his chair enjoying the wine when a steamdroid had grabbed the attention of everyone. It was because Earl wanted to make an announcement about his new mine. That was about the time a huge explosion had gone off, and caused Samuel to spit out the wine in his mouth and drop the bottle. His attention was then put at the black figure who took out two steamdroids and grabbed Earl by the collar. The figure then mentioned something about Earl being guilty and executed him on the spot. Samuel got up quickly and pulled out his rifle taking aim at the figure who was making his escape. Because of his drinking his vision was blurred a bit, and this made him think that the figure was in sight. But when Samuel fired he had missed by a lot only hitting a wall.

Samuel tried to focus in as much as he could, so his vision would clear up. He stumbled as he walked and eventually made it over to two technocrats (@DarkStar@rush99999). Once there he lowered on one knee to try and keep him steady "What are you two doing? You should be leaving along with everyone else." he said to the technocrats.

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Evelyn looked the Fat Technocrat in the eyes as he began to raise his hand. She winced as she realised it was to strike her. Her eyes closed tightly. She opened them however not to find herself on the ground in pain but looking at an older brown haired gentleman having manhandled her foe and blocked her delicate mind from the situation. It was rather nice she had to admit. In response to his comment she gave a soft smile to him, "Do tell your father about this....I'm sure he'd be happy", a very thinly veiled threat to counter the one he made to the prole. Lady Callaghan knew how to apply social pressure, as well as financial to a certain degree. But the former was the greater power among the technocrats. They lusted after social prowess and pride before money. She gave a soft smile to him the same one she had just used so threateningly and curtsied gently, looking more out of place due to the torn, shaggy nature of her clothes than the fact she had just given a mark of respect to a prole. "I am quite good thank you. I do appreciate the help", she turned around to gaze on the tradgedy that had just befallen the party. "I will avenge the people who died here to day. Earl lightfeather was a good man and none of these people deserved to die for the quarrel he had.", in typical fashion for her class. She meant it. "And your name kind sir?", Evelyn asked gently outreaching her hand for him to take. "I must send word to the hospital. They can have personnel over here in minutes". Funny thing being not a single technocrat bar the Earl had died. "I just wonder how long till he comes after me too...", she said to herself softly as she walked over to the hole in the wall. Then pulled a small device from her purse, twisted the cap at the base four times and held it to the air and put a finger in her ear.

PHAWOOOMPH!

The flare went up quickly making noise galore, the twists had altered the amount of explosive and chemicals. Changing the colour and noise profile. Allowing her to scale the emergency notice. Quite the impressive little trinket, her mother made sure she carry it at all times. It was a message to the Emergency Medical Staff at the hospital. Well, their definition of an emergency was a technocrat being injured, but influence had it's perks. She could get the injured treated. Father would not be happy with the bills but they would certainly be paid in full. Pride before all, the family motto. It wasn't long before the message was relayed to the hospital and Airships were dispatched to the hall. Bringing with them the best medicine money could buy. My god she had some explaining to do. She brought the capsule down and looked to the flare in the sky, before looking back to the hall. A rather drunk, well dressed man quickly approached them after that. Looking at him she gave a gentle smile as he lowered to his knees. "Why yes good sir. But you are the one who needs to be leaving, I am sure that Lady LightFeather isn't going to appreciate the bullet in her lacquered wall", she giggled and pulled him up by the hand.

[Assistant]
Ezekiel stood quietly as he thought to himself. As much as I disliked Earl, this timing couldn't have been worse. Whoever this person isn't doesn't understand what they're doing Ezekiel did not care too much for the obvious social hierarchy that was in place. He was pretty well off so he didn't see any reason to change or oppose it. Even so, this act is unforgivable. A vigilante like this could prove bad for the economy in place. Taking out powerful people will only lead to downfall and chaos in the future. Without the balance of power lesser citizens will be influenced to kill other wealthy men only leading to a civil war among classes. "Whoever this, 'vigilante' is must be stopped at once!" Ezekiel would say to the group. "They're only causing trouble which will escalate into something worse."

He would then escape the crowd walking towards the exit of the manor. "This vigilante has gone far enough. It's time I put an end to his spree." The technocrat would say to himself. He knew the only way to bring about the vigilante is by means of committing acts that would be seen as oppression. But how would I go about doing that?


[System]
Quote: Well... crap.
Alias: Ecto
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Family: Fathers: Isaac Engelson, Liam Engelson (Surrogate Mother: Jane Woods)
Occupation: Online Translator
Appearance:

Eric is in the middle of his twenties, with dark hair and green eyes. He is around 5'10", and although he was considered quite lazy, a few years ago he started working out to boost his endurance, so his physique is just above average. He usually wears comfortable street clothing, jeans and cargos, T-shirts and hoodies, complete with sneakers.

He doesn't have any special costume for his "night-time" activities, as his powers give him a distinct look on their own.

Method of Operation: The cautious approach was always more appealing to him, usually scaring the criminals away. His appearance and abilities make it easy to create the impression of a ghost, and criminals are less likely to strike up a neighborhood if they think it is haunted. He also enjoys slowly building up fear in his "victims", like haunting the TV in the house burglars are about to enter, or levitating an umbrella. But if every trick fails, he does not shy away from using force and subduing his opponents, typically with either beating them with a blunt instrument or making them headbutt something with his haunting ability.

Superpower:

Spectral Form : Eric is able to turn into a gaseous, incorporeal form, which allows him to fly and move through tight spaces, like a keyhole or a chimney, though he cannot enter areas that are sealed shut completely. He can shift between this form and his human body in about a second, and when he is in this form, he cannot be touched by anything physical - as it moves right through him -, but this true the other way around as well. This does not, however, make him invulnerable. His powers seem to be somewhat related to the element of air, and and is especially susceptible to it, but other non-physical attacks can also hurt like hell.

Partial Shifting : He can manifest certain parts of his body to grab hold of objects, but the corporeal parts of him are completely defenseless, unless grabbing something that would provide protection.

Spectral Healing : While in the Spectral Form, Eric slowly heals from the wounds he suffers, although this has it's limits, and can leave scars. In any case, it stops a wound from getting worse.

Haunt : Eric can take control of objects that are not bigger than him, forcing himself into them. This allows him to move or levitate around in a rather sluggish way, but can be effective when haunting, for example, a baseball bat. Physical damage to the object also hurts Eric, so it's not worth haunting something that can be easily broken.
Haunting can also be used to take limited control over others, as someone wrestling against the haunted person. This can be overpowered by sheer strength though, and can slow strong opponents at best.

Skills: Due to his upbringing, Eric knows multiple languages, including German, Spanish, and Russian. He also studied piloting to learn about currents and basic flight physics, since he can be affected by the wind. His fighting style is closest to the "whack it until it's down" technique, he started practicing aikido and krav maga to be more efficient.

Equipment: Since the Spectral Form does not extend to clothes or equipment, he goes to the field basically naked. It would be nice to find a way not to appear in his birthday suit when shifting back.

Personality: Eric is prone to cynic joking, and likes irony. He can be sincere and serious as well, but he finds it easier to brush things off with a stoic remark. He is disappointed in humanity, as what he often sees is that man is a wolf to man, and everything is run by corrupt bureaucrats, who are consumed by greed. He believes that although there could be so much potential in people, it is squandered by selfishness and apathy for others. He doesn't like to be in the spotlight, as he has witnessed power and popularity corrupting people. He also dislikes taking responsibility, but reluctantly does so by using his gifts to better the streets, to soothe his conscience.

He disapproves of people who are what he used to be like, and feels shameful about his past as a couch potato. He regularly does cardio exercises to build up his stamina, and trains fighting techniques on his own not only to better his performance on the field, but as a way to "atone" for his laziness. He is likely to push himself past his limits, saying something gritty or just using the words "crap" a lot. This sometimes leads to injury, but since he can heal in his spectral form, he really doesn't care.

Biography: A son of a russian economist and a german engineer who moved to the United States, Eric had ha very easy way of learning multiple languages at a young age. He was also a bit of a geek, and got bullied in school, until he befriended a schoolmate who turned out to be a super with enormous strength. His name was Damien Reed. They were both huge comic book fans, and although Damien was not allowed to use his powers in public, or reveal in in an obvious way, he told his secret to Eric, who practically worshipped him. They used to hang out a lot, playing video games and watching cartoons. Since Damien's power made him fit without breaking a sweat, he was also kinda lazy, but Eric was a normal kid and the lack of physical exercise and countless junk food made him overweight by his teenage years.

Though his parents were caring and supportive, they did not like their son getting fat on the sofa and sometimes made stinging remarks about Eric's appearance, but it was also painful when Damien was adored by all the girls, while Eric was ignored by the opposite gender. So he started working out, and Damien joined him for support (even though it was nothing to him). This would soon turn into short sessions that turned into more chilling.

Time went by, and when went to different colleges and saw each other less and less. After a year into his studies, he saw some news about a superhero on the streets, rounding up criminals and smiling for the camera in the meantime. He recognized him as his best friend. When he called him about it, he admitted with pride that he has officially started his superhero career. Eric found the news fantastic, and proposed to be Damien's sidekick, but he politely declined, reasoning that this was dangerous for "normies", especially for ones who are out of shape. This made Eric finally snap from his lazy ways and work out in earnest.

But while he was losing weight, he saw his friend gradually turn into (or maybe revealing himself to be) a conceited braggart, who loves to dominate the scene. And that was BEFORE he became a corporate tool who started working for the mayor's office as a glorified enforcer. Since he was always "busy" they slowly stopped talking.

One night Eric was going home from a jogging session, while he ran into an armed robbery: two men were robbing third who was drunk after partying. Eric decided to step in, and ended up getting stabbed. While the assailants ran away, he stumbled into a corridor and collapsed from the blood loss. When he came to himself, everything was different, and felt the pain slowly go away. When he looked down, a pool of blood stared back at him, soaking a lying figure on the ground. When he looked at himself, he was floating, all blue and transparent.

"- I'm... I'm dead? Well... Crap. God dammit."

At that moment, he fell to the cold pavement, completely naked, as his usual self. That's when he realized that the figure on the ground were only his clothes, empty of any wearers.

"- I...guess not."

Cold and confused, Eric hastily dressed up in his bloody clothes and ran home. When in his house he threw everything into the washing machine and examined his wound in the mirror. It was a nasty cut, but not as deep as a full stab should have been.

"Okay, let's try this again." He concentrated, and after a short while he turned into his ghostly form once more. He could see the wound slowly, gradually get smaller and smaller healing itself.

"Groovy." This is when his life really began.

Theme Song:youtube.com/watch?v=qyNrZwDOh14

Relationships: TBD

Extra: We're NOT normal.

[User]
TURN BACK

Turn Back didn't even pay attention to the conversation going on with Ditch, preoccupied as he was by the child. He was pleased to note that he could indeed lower a fever this way, however as he started preparing to check the boy's wounds the child woke up, scrambling away and crying out in fear. "No no, it's okay buddy!" Turn Back cried, pulling his bandana away from his face. This was becoming a habit now... "We're not going to hurt you okay, we're here to help!" He reached down and grabbed some things off the stage, never breaking eye contact with this unnerving boy.

Holding out a water bottle, one of Tank's burgers, and his own warm hoodie, Jason smiled at the kid. "Our friend found you out there, she brought you here to be taken care of. You're safe here, buddy. My name is Jason, would you mind if I asked for your name?" He set the offering down and pushed them towards the boy. On a whim he pulled one of the nuts out of his pocket and charged it with a tiny bit of power, his own eyes flashing purple as he did so, and the metal bursting with a small amount of fire that quickly went out. "We're all like you... We can keep you safe."

[Assistant]
Listing to Ditch, Raven tilted her head in thought. Her arms crossed at the explanation. Course the woman fell asleep, she probably worked herself to it. Honestly, she was tempted to drug her if she had to. She did have some equine muscle relaxers in her pocket, and she did have a coffee right now. Soooo...

No, not the time for that, her interest captured again. Raven knelt down by the woman, nodding her thanks to Wraith as she left. "Listen, you were disorientated, you just woke up, you were trying to get here, the child was hurt. We can ask him whats going on when his body is well, but for now, clear your mind. Its not the best action to push your thoughts when your shaking like a leaf in a winter storm." She could hear teeth chattering, words were strained, trying to remember.
"Least you got him out of there. If Umbra got Lava king like I been thinking, than he wouldn't stand a chance if the child is useful to his plans. Someone's going to have to figure out if he has family."

Hearing a cry from the stage however, had caused her head to turn. The albino standing only to hear Jason handle it. Offering a wave to the trembling thing, she shook her head. "Are you aright little one? Do not worry, you have nothing to fear from us." Her voice changing pitch, she offered a smile. A calming air about her, one that had calmed down pray animals when they thought they were about to be killed. Still, she did not advance, she had a raven skull on her head after all.

[User]
It looked as though Omega's attempts to calm Ditch had fallen short. Seeing her up close like this, he noticed how awful she looked and it only increased his concern. When Wraith walked over to offer Ditch a flask of coffee, he noticed a change in her demeanor. She no longer oozed arrogance, but instead was pretty even-keel, maybe even a bit somber. He inwardly wondered if she was alright, but set it aside in his mind to deal with the issues at hand. As she left to check for potential threats, Ditch contiued her spiel. She had a real knack for leaving Omega puzzled whenever she spoke.

"Ok...so you've found out why supers are disappearing....and  then  this battered kid shows up talking about your father? Didn't you say he was dead?"

Omega furled his brow and shook his head.

"I'm not sure which one I wanna hear first…"

A sudden scuffling caught his attention and he turned his focus to the stage. The child had woken up and scurried away from the others. He looked scared, though who could blame him? He was surrounded by strange people in masks and such. His eyes definitely glowed like Ditch mentioned earlier, so by default they all already had that in common with the kid.

Just a few moments ago, he was this pitful little thing, and now he's on his feet without even being halfway recovered. Tough kid.

"Well, Ditch, it looks like we're all gonna get some answers. Just gotta get you both to chill."

Omega followed TB's lead and removed his goggles, placing them in his pocket, and he flashed his best kid-friendly smile, speaking after Raven.

"Yeah, little dude. We're the good guys. Just take it easy, alright? We're gonna help you get better," Manny said with a gentle nod. "My name's Manny."

[Assistant]
"Please, please don't hurt me, I swear I'll be good after this I will, I will!" The boy scrambled back on the stage, in the verge of panic, and jumped up, ready to defend himself.
Eric was just a few feet right behind him, holding his breath as to not make a sound. It seems the kid didn't notice him, and does not realize that he is sitting there.

What should I do? If he sees me, he might freak out and do something extreme. Not good. What if he tries to turn my head into jelly? If I turn to spectral form to avoid that, he could take it as an attack, also not a good idea. Last time I intervenes, it didn't turn out so well.

He froze like a sitting statue, chopstick and food box still in his hands, only following the events with his eyes. TB, Raven and Omega tried to approach calm him, slowly approaching, as to a frightened deer. It was all so intense, but strangely comical for him.

"My name's Manny."

 Manny? As in... Emmanuel? Oh my good this is too good.  Suddenly, a picture of a moustached Omega flashed before his eyes, Omega the latin lover, with spanish guitar playing in the background.
No, not now, idiot!  Eric clenched his teeth, struggling not to chuckle.


[System]
Age: 16
Occupation: Student
Appearance:

Personality:
Despite a mean-looking exterior, Riku's nicer than he looks. Well, he is to people he knows and trusts, anyway. To the rest of the world... he's more or less about as cold and unapproachable as he looks. Not from any sort of malice or hatred, mind you. Riku simply values his privacy and prefers to be left to his own devices more often than not. There are some nasty actions that he won't tolerate if they are done in front of him, but otherwise he's content to shrug his shoulders and mind his own business. It's only by delving into his views on Gunpla does one begin to understand how he thinks beneath the rough shell. He's come to think of Gunpla as an art form, viewing the plastic as merely a 3 dimensional canvas upon which a builder can express their thoughts and feelings if they so desire. This extends to his Gunpla itself, which almost seems to have different specs and paint jobs on a regular basis, often reflecting the mood he was in that day while working on it. But unlike most builders - who shy away from battles for fear of damaging their builds - Riku is quite the opposite, viewing Gunpla Battles as an extension of the art. He believes that how the machine moves or looks while battling can convey much about what the pilot is thinking or feeling much like with building. He has no problem whatsoever taking his builds into battle and even seeing them destroyed as a result of it. For him, that's merely an opportunity to rebuild, redesign, or even start over from scratch. Who wouldn't want to take that kind of opportunity to exercise their creative juices?

Background:
Riku didn't always dress and act like a metal head. That actually started right around when he was 12 or 13. Before then, he was surprisingly normal. The change was almost certainly brought about by his dad up and leaving the family. Riku never did learn why, and after spending enough time never getting a clear answer from his mom, he stopped caring about it. It didn't help that all this was coupled with what seemed like the beginning of a rebellious streak, Riku barely ever doing as he was told at home or in school. With frustrations building up, he vented it in the only way he could figure out how: art. Well, he called it art, others called it graffiti. He started tagging walls all over his neighborhood, and even the door of his locker at school. It got him into trouble more than once. The school principal even threatened expulsion if he didn't make weekly visits to the counselor's office, apparently thinking that would lead to a solution for the problem. Honestly, Riku's behavior only worsened as a result of this, but only briefly. It turned out the counselor wasn't a half-bad guy, usually just letting Riku vent to him however he wanted. And after a few weeks, he finally had an idea he offered to Riku.

The counselor, as it turned out, was a Gunpla fan. He showed Riku one of his prize Gunplas, a crimson Gelgoog fashioned after the one piloted by Char. He suggested Riku look into acquiring one for himself, noting that his desire to vent and express himself could be done so in Gunpla building. He wrote an address and said Riku should check the place out if he was ever interested. Riku brushed it off at first, but later that weekend decided to go to the place anyway if just to humor the counselor. That was about a year ago, and Riku has since become a very prolific builder and battler of Gunpla. He's built and rebuilt several creations, so many in fact he started keeping an album of sorts filled with pictures and specs for his previous builds, calling it his Catalogue. And with all this, he also became a staunch regular at the Iori Shopping Center, though because of his tough/heavy-metal looking exterior, he's not approached often by other builders or pilots. The staff are friendly enough toward him though, at least after the few visits anyway.

~Piloting Ability~

- Battle Sense: 3
- Perception: 3
- Mechanical Knowledge: 4
Other Skills: He has a knack for sensing what his opponents may be thinking or feeling based on analyzing their Gunpla designs and how they move them in battle. He isn't always spot on, but the skill has been surprisingly helpful in beating his opponent through mind games.

Name: KRB-7N Metal Angel
Model: Gundam AGE-1 Titus

~Stats~

-Destructive Power: 7
-Defense: 5
-Mobility: 6
-Energy Output: 7
Description: A moderate customization of the AGE-1 Titus, Metal Angel lives up to its namesake by making heavy use of brutal hand-to-hand attacks utilizing strategically placed beam emitters on key body parts to maximize damage. Of course, that alone is not it's full capability. Metal Angel's hands, feet, and shoulder parts are equipped with extra particle emitters. These emitters allow for increased energy output in those specific body parts. When activated, the emitted particles give the appearance of brilliant glowing fists and feet, and a brief projection of particle energy wings from the shoulders. The form has come to be known as God Hand Mode, providing a brief boost in striking power and mobility, just long enough to perform a final flurry of blows as a finishing attack.
Weapons: Beam Lariat, Beam Shoulder Tackle, Beam Knee Kick, DODS Rifle, and God Hand Mode.

Name: KRB-6R Shin Musha Hyaku Shiki
Model: Shin Musha Gundam + MSN-00100 Hyaku Shiki

~Stats~

-Destructive Power: 8
-Defense: 5
-Mobility: 7
-Energy Output: 5
Description: A more heavily customized kit-bash of the Shin Musha Gundam and Hyaku Shiki. It appears to be armed only with a single sword, named Izanagi. But that one single sword serves as the crux for the Build's entire bag of tricks. Izanagi's blade has been laced with Particle Alteration Coating, a principle originally pioneered by the famous Nils Yajima of Nielson Labs and Yajima Trading. The coating allows the sword to deflect most smaller beam shots and even cut through most of the commonly used energy/particle shields such as GN-Fields and I-Fields. In addition, the base of Izanagi's hilt has been reinforced with a Particle Absorption Coating, giving the weapon the capability of absorbing a small percentage of the particle energy from beam attacks it comes into contact with. The overall strategy is to allow this absorption of particles to gradually drain the energy reserves of his opponent while also slowly recharging the Shin Musha Hyaku Shiki's own energy without the need to stop and recharge. As a final measure, stored up excess energy can be released in the form of the Shin Musha Hyaku Shiki's signature technique, the Shining Flash, in which the blade of the sword radiates with the particles it's absorbed and releases it in the form of a hyper-charged sword strike capable of slicing through even the larger Mobile Armors and even some Warships.
Weapons: Izanagi (main weapon), Anti-Beam Coating (armor)

Name: KRB-8B Manticore
Model: OZ-06MS Leo

~Stats~

-Destructive Power: 7
-Defense: 7
-Mobility: 5
-Energy Output: 6
Description: A slight customization of a Leo made during the lead up to the Free For All Takemori Locals Tournament. Like its original counterpart, it's intended to be used for a variety of roles in squad based combat and can serve just about any of those roles based on whatever arsenal it is given prior to deployment. Due to this versatility that allows it to function as a commando unit with different faces depending on different combat roles, it has been given the name Manticore - after a mythical creature similarly capable of different animal feats that it is a hybrid of.
Weapons: HWF GR·MLR79-90mm Long Rifle, Twin Beam Cannons (shoulders), 2 Tri-Pod Missile Launchers (legs), and a retractable Heat Rod (wrist mounted)

[User]
Kishimoto Arcade, Local Tournament.
@Crimson Lion - Seize your Play!

There was such intense feelings on the field. Gunpla is more than just a game, he remembered an old teammate saying. Its a true-blue bond that brings strangers together. More and more he was fighting off an unusual aching in his heart. A force wanting to be violently let out. It was manifesting he realized in several ways, excitement mostly but also impatience and cockiness. But it seemed as if all these aspects were wanting to pull together and that this match was doing just that.

The Baelstrom strode upwards in its flight-mode, the thrusters burning blue, its hull shaking with age. Silence dotted the team's communication after Hachiyama's sudden attack and declaration. Witnessing such raw emotion set something in Ryoichi on fire. He felt like he was burning up, as if a rolling heat was building in his chest; ready to explode if he would let it out. So he held himself together... really tried to keep it in his heart where he could nurture it. He tempered his cold exterior and his face scrunched up with that hot resolve.

A crooked smile pulled his lips as he rediscovered the great truth of Gunpla battle. That it was designed to let one play with all their heart and feelings. So that Hachiyama could be enraged, so that Char-chan could be unacceptably arrogant, and so that he could be searching for his lost joy. And still... they were playing a harmless game.

"Nice shot, Hachiyama-san. Now let the Metal Devil end this parlor show!" he replied, eyeing the knelt Mobile Armor from on high.

The Baelstrom pivoted fluidly from its accelerated climb before falling straight down towards the crimson Scorpio. Shreds of metal paint was peeling off, the optics of the suit shone--for once--with a mighty glow as it brandished a green beam saber. A shink! and clank resounded as the long blade of the Trikeros Kai extended and its bulky oblong shape slid from the Baelstrom's arm. The deteriorated suit swiftly grasped it before it could get away, plunging it first into the Mobile Armor's head unit. In the same motion he landed in front of the kneeling Scorpio. A wave of dust sweeping outwards from the controlled fall.

Ryoichi found himself oddly exhausted at the controls as he pulled the Baelstrom's beam saber back and skewered the cockpit. Through the contact communication, as the orange, red, and black of the blazing forest reached the overarching sky, Ryoichi offered the man a rare smirk that reached his eyes, "Gee-Gee, Red Virgo... This may seem sappy but I want to thank you for helping me rediscover something lost. This match was awesome."

[Assistant] Blade stood there as he stretched and he smiled and went over to Naoki said," yes I've been building Snow white for a while now she's an upgraded version of the gundam wing." He said holding onto the new gunpla. As he looks into the crowd. " Our first victory! We won guys." He looks at everyone and smiles.


[System]
Age: 27 (?)

Appearance:
Personality: A rugged and gruff man, Harry much prefers to spend time tinkering with his latest find or tuning up his cycle than chatting with others. Dedicated and fiercely loyal Harry's always one of the first to step in and break up a fight, especially when he thinks someone's unfairly outnumbered or outclassed.

Skills: Mechanical engineering and maintenance, expert off-road motorcycle rider, skilled tracker and outdoorsman, experienced sniper and pistol marksman

Non-standard Abilities:
Bionic Implants: Cybernetic Eye: Harry has never revealed exactly what his eye lets him see and the best anyone's ever gotten him to admit is that it's considerably better than his old organic one. Observers have noted that he seems to be able to see through walls and have deduced that the eye has some level of backscatter x-ray detection along with enhanced night vision and thermal detection.

Equipment:
Rail Rifle: A heavily modified longarm sniper rifle whose barrel has been modified with electromagnetic charge coils which launch small metallic objects, commonly nails, at its target with high accuracy at extreme ranges. Sue to the long charge time for each shot (approximately 1.7 seconds) the Rail Rifle is best used as a sniper rifle, where plenty of time can be taken to line up the perfect shot.

Little Nelly: A custom built blaster pistol which fires concentrated bursts of densely packed negatively charged ions which can overload most electrical systems, including most biological nervous systems, with a single blaster. Charge time on the pistol (0.8 seconds) makes it best for single shot use, but it can be switched to autofire mode with considerable loss of power with each shot.

Radcycle: Custom built all-terrain single seat vehicle with short-range VTOL hover unit. The Radcycle was built from spare parts, salvage and 'acquired' technology by Harry over the course of many years and he's usually found making adjustments and refinements to its design whenever he has a free moment. While the cycle mainly uses its dual wheels for propulsion it is also fitted with an anti-grav coil which is usually used to lower the vehicle's mass, increasing its cruising speed and allowing for easier handling over rough terrain. In a pinch the coil can be overcharged to allow the bike to perform impressive jumps and even fly for short distances, although Harry would be the first to admit the reliability of the flight systems makes driving a much safer option in most circumstances.

'Wrench': Harry almost always wears a power generator backpack with a multitool attachment on an extending arm. He mostly uses this when repairing and maintaining his equipment and occasionally seems to argue with the device as though it were a living thing, but this may just be an anthropomorphisation of his tools. The backpack also contains a long-range scanner capable of detecting most known unshielded power sources upto a kilometer away, along with valuable metals and other technological items.

'Tablet': Seeing the need for data exchange, information management and gaming apps Harry built himself a simple but effective portable computer. Fitted with numerous data interfaces the Tablet can access most known network protocols and data feeds, along with acting as a messaging and extranet terminal. When not in use Harry normally carries the Tablet in a custom made carrying pouch slung over his shoulder, or just in whatever bag or satchel he happens to be carrying at the time.

Bio: As Harry rarely speaks of his past in any great detail no-one's exactly sure where he's originally from. Although he appears to be human at times he's mentioned a mixed race heritage, although whether this was merely in jest has yet to be confirmed. What is known is that at a young age Harry found himself alone in the world, force to scavenge for food and supplies. Early on he discovered a knack with mechanical devices which would serve him well over the years.

Constantly on the move, Harry has adapted well to a nomadic lifestyle, learning how to live off the land and hunt for food, as well as how to survive the sometimes harsh wasteland conditions he travels through. At some point one of his inventions would've literally blown up in his face, requiring him to have his left eye replaced with a cybernetic implant. Exactly where and when this had been done is something he doesn't like to talk about much, but then again he doesn't like to talk about anything very much, apart from technology.

Quote: "I ran out of red wires so I just used green for everything. That won't be a problem, right?"

[User]
"More than I've ever seen, that's cute. I've been pulling wrecks since before you were born."

"Well, more in one place, maybe, not total. If it's as fresh as I hope, neither of us will have to worry about money for a while."

"Getting past their security will be a pain though, it always is. Sounds good to me but we'll need a bit of muscle too. Assuming it's in good condition we'll need someone to carry the heavier equipment since Zathurans use fairly dense materials on their military ships."

"True. And I doubt any of the exoskeletons are left in the cargo hold." Exoskeletons were valuable and in high demand due to the fact that they could roughly triple the amount you could lift. For that matter, they could triple the strength of your punch too. "As for some extra muscle, I'd look for an out of work security guard or caravan guard, maybe an anti-raider. There aren't many bounty hunters or mercs I'd trust on a job like this." Anti-raiders did to raiders and slavers what raiders and slavers did to normal people, and unlike bounty hunters, they didn't wait until enough people had been attacked or killed that the local law enforcment put a bounty out. Many raider camps had been slaughtered and looted by anti-raider parties. Because the anti-raiders didn't hurt non-outlaws, towns didn't mind having them around. "So, which one of us should go find one? We'll also need a trailer to haul stuff in. One of us will need to rent or buy one. And the Jeep will need a recharge, as the wreck is north of Houston and I don't want to risk running out of power out of power in a rad zone."

[Assistant]
Neptune stepped outside, knowing full well that the two individuals inside couldn't get out any way except through him. He waved a few guards and a wagon over to take away the captives. The wagon was for the wounded one. "Let's have these two put away for a bit. Alcohol may or may not have influenced their actions, and I want to find out." Neptune was fully aware of what happened to people who committed capital crimes, and if alcohol wasn't involved, they would definitely be let go with a simple ban from the bar. If not, well...

The town couldn't afford to hold any prisoners for long, since there were only two rudimentarily put together cells. He just hoped that they were under the influence. Odd to think about at first, but at least they'd get a second chance. He began walking down the road again, whistling Yankee Doodle and hoping the rest of the day was calm.

[User] "Qasan T'Lora..." She touched her right hand to her forehead and bowed slightly as is customary for her people. "...that all sounds like a good plan but I'm beat. I could use a rest and a good drink." She stretched her arms out and leaned back against her old jeep. Surely he wouldn't mind if they waited until the early morning. It was already getting late and a few hours rest would do her (and probably him too since he walked) a world of good. "Besides, if you want muscle in any town you start with the bar!" She smiled to herself, even if it was true she was still using it as an excuse to get drunk. It had been too long since T'Lora tasted a drop of anything other than recycled water and it was time to fix that. She started to climb back in the jeep. "Do you want to come along or should I just meet you somewhere?"

[Assistant]
"Sure." said Has'la. "Has'la Robinson." He held out his hand. "I've never really needed extra muscle for a job, but you seem to know better than me what to look for. I'll put a listing on the 'net, see if any ex security or caravan guards are looking, but I'll have them meet us in the bar at sundown. I'll meet you there as soon as I unload some junk and buy or rent a trailer for us. Shouldn't take long."
After the conversation was over he walked into the general store she had just left and traded in the junk he had salvaged on the way for a few Valn. He then walked around the town until he found a trailer that met his needs. "Are you looking to sell?" he asked the old man who was unloading scrap steel from it.
"Depends on how much you're offering." said the old man. "I still need the jeep, but I can borrow a trailer if I need one."
After settling on a price, he arranged to pick it up tonight and went to the bar. There he found T'lora and sat down, ordering something to eat.
"So, find anyone interesting yet?"


[System]
Sol Grim
Occupation: Lawyer

Name: Kelsey Larson
Dallen's daughter. Student.

Name: Lucille "Lucy" Carlson
Dallen's girlfriend. Lawyer.

Name: Riley Nelson
Dallen's partner and friend. Lawyer.

Court house lead security officer.

Court house security guard.

One of the cafeteria room survivors. There on misdemeanor charges. Steel worker.

The little girl that that was stuck in the cabinet.

Student at Romero high school.

Football quarterback at Romero High

Pastor of the church

Leader of the Ranger Station group

Ranger station member

Bartender. Ranger station member.

[User]
"Not a very good question..." Tyler let slip out.

Dallen gave him a glare, then left the two of them to their own. He started walking back toward the stairwell, but a small group of people stood in his way. At the front of them was the man from the elevators, his steelworker uniform and nametag now clear to see: Buck Harrington.

"Listen mister, we're gonna need more than a 'just wait for help' type of solution," he said. "If we really are trapped, this food situation's not gonna cut it! Who puts you all in charge anyway?"

 "I don't have any answers,"  Dallen replied. He started walking through the people, there was a slight hesitation, but they let him pass through easily enough.

He walked under the security camera, the doors unlocked, and he went back in.

8 pm Day 1

"The entire city is on fire," Judge Williams said. She was staring out one of the large windows that wrapped around the building.

"The city is on lockdown, too," Briggs spoke. "The bridges are raised. This thing might be contained solely to Mecha city."

"Wh--what does that mean?" his fellow security guard asked, a young apprentice named Steven Burwell.

 "It means the military might bomb us, any minute now,"  Dallen said cooly, he was leaned against a desk and smoking a cigarette.  "How's that radio working?"

"It's dead, nothing but-" the kid started, he turned the radio on as he spoke, halting when he heard a voice on the other end. He quickly found the frequency, then connected the broadcast to the airwaves of the building. The voice on the other end turned on every loudspeaker throughout. It was a loop.

"...this is happening because we have sinned...we did not listen...the flood has come...when there is no more room left in hell, the dead will walk the earth..."

"The fog is still out there..." Riley told Dallen, a glum look on his face.

"...this is our reckoning...the dead will rule the world..."

"Turn that shit off!" Judge Williams finally shouted. She was clearly having a massive headache, as she then ran off to her quarters for the night.

The broadcast was shut off. Everyone seemed to go their own ways afterward, all staying relatively quiet. They had no choice but to wait it out until tomorrow.

"I'm scared for Kelsey," Lucy said. Her, Dallen and Riley had their own corner of the floor. "...what if..."

 "Don't,"  Dallen said.  "Just don't. Get some rest if you can..."  He turned himself to lay down on the carpet. The thoughts of his daughter were already burning in his mind. He wanted to think that she was still safe, hiding in her school classroom. A quick look outside the thick windows told otherwise.

[Assistant]
Sleeping on the floor with nothing but the clothes on her back wasn't comfortable though a very nice man offered her to use his jacket as a blanket while Tyler complained about the loss of his during his run to the elevator. She accepted the offer though ended up using it as a pillow rather than a blanket and Elizabeth still didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning everyone was fed from what they had in stock. Someone had gone through already to ration out the food, not knowing how long they were going to be there. Since they were only in there a day, the portions were still generous though as time went on they would undoubtedly get smaller. Maybe even non-existent.

"I should be upstairs with the other big wigs. Why am I stuck down here with you nobodies?" Tyler asked, looking dejected as he picked at his food.

Elizabeth popped hers in her mouth and then, upon seeing that Tyler wasn't eating his, reached over to take some off his plate. Pretending to think about his question, she finally replied, "Maybe because you suck and no one likes you."

The man scowled which caused her to grin; she was amused. Unable to eat due to the stress, he pushed his plate away and she happily took it from him. Things were going well until he said, "You can be such a bitch, Lizzy." Then the smile quickly vanished from her face.

"I told you not to call me that," she warned, her eyes narrowed in his direction. The fry she held hung limp, but she would throw it if she had to.

Now it was his turn to annoy her. "Lizzy, Lizzy, Lizzy," he said. It was a pet peeve of hers whenever someone called her anything other than Elizabeth. Only a select few could get away with it and Tyler was not one of them. She'd much rather he continue calling her a bitch. She arched the fry in his direction and he flinched as it hit his chest. It was the only thing he ate.

But as soon as Ava sat down at the table things became calm. They minded themselves around her, but mostly because she was the nice one. A calm and rational head on her shoulders, the two of them tended to look towards her for guidance even if she didn't know anything more than the rest of them.

"Hear anything new?" Tyler asked.

The woman frowned and shook her head. "No. They're keeping things pretty quiet. I heard one of the security staff talk about fixing up a radio, but I don't think they ever got it to work." She gave them an apologetic look feeling guilty that she couldn't bring them better news. It wasn't her fault though and neither of them held it against her.

Down on the 32nd floor, they hadn't been privy to much information which made the others unhappy. People wanted to leave, get home, and see their families. All Elizabeth wanted was to know if her son was okay, but even when someone had let her use their telephone, there wasn't any signal. She hadn't been able to get in touch with anyone and inside she was a complete wreck. But she was trying her best to hold up—something she was finding difficult without her usual vices.

"I can't stay locked up in here," she sighed.

It was perhaps the only thing she and Tyler could agree on. "No one wants to be here," he said. "But how do we get out?" Glancing between the two of them, he asked, "Do we even know what the situation in the lobby is like? Are they still down there?"

As bad as it was, as far as they knew, they were the only three to make it out of the lobby and they hadn't heard anything about it since. A few people had asked them what had happened, but none of them wanted to talk about it. No one understood what they had been through down there or knew how bad it really was—which was why the three of them mostly took to conversing amongst themselves, even if two of them didn't get along.

[User]
Day 2 morning

Shifts were taken throughout the night. When it was Dallen's turn, he watched the dead on level 1. He watched them until he noticed a few patterns. They were attracted to the various blinking lights. When no people were around, the undead seemed to just stay in place. He rewound the tape of Elizabeth's escape, clenching his teeth as he saw the chaos unfold again. Then he noticed something he did not expect. He rewound again, just to make sure. There was a little girl, his daughter's age. Her mother hid her into a low cabinet just before she was devoured by the dead. That little girl is still in there!

With the morning came the sun. The fog had seemingly disappeared completely, leaving the building in rays of sunlight. The streets were littered with the dead, a massive amount of infected just wandering around aimlessly. The comms stopped working again, and the group moral was very low.

Dallen showed them all what he had found, and to his surprise he received mixed feelings on the matter. Most thought it would be suicide, but Dallen was persistent. In the end, a plan was made.

Noon

The doors to the lobby had been opened. From the 35th floor, flares were shot out to the streets. A lot of the dead inside the lobby began to follow after the distractrion, and when a good number were through, the doors locked again. The rest would have to be dealt with up close.

Dallen and Briggs came down to the 32nd floor to speak with everyone. It had been awhile since anyone heard word, but regardless, none of them were going to like what was about to be said.

"The situation is still the same," Briggs told everyone. "Worse, actually. We're looking for volunteers." He would use his own security team, but unfortunately he and Steven were the only two not working the floor room.

"For what...?" Buck asked.

 "There's a little girl still alive on the first floor,"  Dallen told them.  "She's trapped. We're going to get her, could use some back up."

A small outburst of emotion struck everyone, as an argument was beginning. Briggs held his hands up and gave off a few yells to calm them all back to speaking level again. "Does anyone volunteer, this poor little girl has been in a cabinet this entire time. You think you had it bad, well now we all do. We're not savages people, we were all civilized human beings 24 hours ago."

"It's not about being a decent human being," Buck fumed. "There is a virus down there turning people into creatures! What if it's airborne and you all bring it back up here? The fog came for a reason. It brought the virus."

 "I was trapped outside on the balcony when the fog came,"  Dallen assured the man.  "I've breathed it in, and I'm fine. As long as I'm fine, I'm going to try to get that little girl. Will any of you help us?"

They looked around the room, it quickly turned eerily quiet.

[Assistant]
After eating, everyone was called together for an update. Everyone gathered around to hear what the security guard had to say with hopeful faces that they would be let out. The new grim, it wasn't long before they all began bickering. Tyler shouted along side them even though what he was yelling didn't exactly make sense to Elizabeth; she didn't see how opening the gates to let them out would help anyone. Not when there was a bigger threat on the first floor to deal with first.

Glaring in the security guard's direction as he spoke, it felt like he was undermining exactly what she'd been through down stairs in the lobby. Bristling as she clinched her fist and took a step forward, it was the touch of Ava's hand gently touching her arm that kept her held back. Gritting her teeth she remained quiet, but she didn't think the people up here could compare with what any of them had seen downstairs. It just wasn't the same. Those screams and the vivid images of all those people dying would forever haunt her nightmares for the rest of her days.

That didn't mean that she wasn't in support of saving a little girl. In fact, it made her want to help even more. No child should be stranded down there and had she known about it then she might have died trying to get to her yesterday. Maybe it was because she was a mother herself, even if her son lived with his father, but she could feel her maternal instincts tugging at the thought of a child in danger.

Everyone had fallen quiet as they looked around at each other. No one was willing to risk it. "Seriously?" she demanded, looking around the room at each of the faces in disbelief. "There's a little girl down there and you all would rather let her die?" It hadn't even been a day and these people were ready to start throwing one another to the wolves already.

Taking another step forward out of Ava's reach, Elizabeth went to stand beside Dallen. "I'll go," she volunteered. She wasn't going to be a coward.

"Wait," Ava said quickly before turning to Tyler.

The two of them spoke to each other in hushed voices. He looked upset about something and even mad. Wondering what his problem was, she found out when he flatly stated, "We'll help, too." It was obvious that he didn't want to go, but she'd somehow talked him into it. And since it didn't look like anyone else was stepping in, they needed all of the help they could get.


[System]
Appearance:

Age: 22

Major: Ecology

Part Time Job: Arcadia Arcade

* Earning $9/hour and works Wednesdays and Fridays from 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM

Money: Total Funds are $900.00

* Cash: $63.78
* Account: $836.22

Residence:

* Lives with parents in Breezy Hills.

Family:

* Kazehana Sato - Mother, 46, Real Estate Agent
* Mamoru Sato - Father, 49, Automotive Engineer

Hobbies:

* Gaming – Anything and everything. Got some unresolved frustrations with a few impossible brainteasers that need solving? Maybe an immersive RPG that will keep away the sun for days on end? How about one of those first-person shooters all the kids are playing… guaranteed to be filled with hoards of zombies no less?

* Biking – Not all things are fun and games. Some hobbies are just plain fun, and a fantastic way to sightsee around the town. Traveling by bike is Kazumi's preferred mode of transportation when by herself, though other modes are happily accepted, especially on those brutal weather days.

* Baking – Ah, baking. Those highly addicting sweets that add the pounds and rot the teeth when perfected are masterfully crafted from the loving heart… and just as quickly burnt to a blackened crisp in the often blamed oven. Quite frustrating, Kazumi knows. That is why the very first days of trial and error are long since over. That's right, delicious creations are continuously being made by Kazumi herself. Don't believe? Even with all of the compliments? Guess trying them out is the only way to find out.

Aspirations:

* Going beyond simply exploring the land around her, Kazumi desires to not only study the ecosystems of the world, but to join in on the cause to preserve the natural habitats that exist to this very day. Wishing for a way to coexist with less of an environmental impact is also of great interest.

Fears:

* Cleithrophobia – A fear of being trapped or locked in an enclosed space.

4 Positive Trails and 1 Negative Trait:
+ Generous: Despite being blessed with a greater financial wealth, Kazumi has refused to allow her elevated status go to her head. Alive with a benevolent heart, she has taken many opportunities to lighten the burdens upon those she has been grateful to meet no matter what sort of assistance may have been required.

+ Resourceful: Not every situation can be simple all the time. That's why when things get overly complicated; it is time step back a moment and use another more logical approach. Like a detective to an unsolved mystery, every piece of knowledge she holds and every connection she knows will be used to its fullest extent to set everything right again.

+ Courageous: No matter how inevitable a situation may be Kazumi will always be a fighter to the very end. She may not be the strongest or even the fastest, but Kazumi will not give up on herself or anyone else that requires her help.

+ Energetic: Kazumi is almost always on the move and is enthusiastic in trying anything out for the very first time… or the second. Got an outing? Is it outside of work hours? If so, then game on.

- Headstrong: Yes, even Kazumi can have her moments of unwillingness. Who knew? Despite her valiant efforts to remain unfazed by life's frequent tribulations, sometimes stubborn emotions creep up unexpectedly. Depending on the situation, a simple compromise can alleviate the problem. For the tougher situations it may require a bit more to reacquire a level head.

[User]
Friday April 15'th 2016

8:06 PM

Timers and More

When Kazumi tried to assure her, despite the bizarre circumstances, Natazume could only let out a grumbling whine. Meanwhile Whisper turned his attention to the other woman named Kazumi who asked whether or not the other demons were friends with other people. "It's entirely possible that other spirits are friends with other wearers of your watches. Those are an older prototype, I see Mortimer has been neglecting his tinkering with the spiritual electronics. Hmmm?" The floating wisp gave his old friend a look of amused disapproval. Before Whisper could ponder the girl's second question, Mr. Goodsight spoke up again.

"I was hoping someone would find them. They are old...like me." He laughed a little. "I couldn't bear to part with them so I hid them, hoping they would be discovered but it took several years it seems..." He glanced to Whisper. "He is right in mentioning there are other types of watches used to summon spirits. These were one of the first models. You might think I should save them but then they wouldn't be serving their purpose. Only those with true adventure in their heart should have them." He explained. At one of the boy's comments about them looking childish, Mr. Goodsight huffed. "Back in the day, bright colors were all the rage, I'll have you know!"

"When? The 60s?" Tamago joked. "But I like them, they're eye catching!" He spoke up.

"If you want to bother me some more, come back tomorrow. I'm missing my shows!" Mortimer snapped.

Whisper then turned his attention to Sayuki who said to call her Saki. "Hello hello, my dear." He smiled wide at her. He then remembered her question which almost got lost in the ramblings of the old man. "Oh, yes, we love treats!" Whisper confirmed. "Some love candy, some love drinks and others like vegetables, you'll just have to figure out which they like. The more happy they are, the better their abilities are." He said and moved around to where Natazume was. The woman finally collected herself and pushed herself up to rejoin the others, Whisper silently followed, still observing the group of young adults.

"You all are able to summon me at will, of course if I'm with someone and I'm summoned elsewhere, I'll vanish into a puff of smoke. Just try not to summon me when you're in the middle of on coming traffic or in the middle of a snowstorm. Of course you might not even see me in a snowstorm..." He shook his head a little. Tamago gave a nod and put the medal in his pocket and glanced to the owner of the shop was still giving them a grumpy look.

"I think we better go guys..." Tamago spoke up.

Natazume nodded and rubbed her face. "Do you think it's safe out there?" She couldn't believe she was asking such a thing but after almost being murdered by a gigantic demon, she felt she had to ask. "What if that demon shows up again?"

"He doesn't show up twice in one night and only if there's trouble afoot!" Mortimer mentioned.

"If you ask us, he's the trouble." Tamago said. "But yeah there isn't anywhere that's open close by unless you count the Everymart." He mentioned as they all started to head toward the exit with Whisper following overhead. "Why don't we just call it a night? I gotta say our camping trip is probably off the table now." As cool as it might be to go back and look for more demons, Tamago had a sudden urge to be back in his real bed where it was safe. "But maybe we should all meet at the Community Center in Uptown? Maybe we can find some awesome request that could net us some cash or something?"

"Oh how noble, I like you already!" Whisper said.

[Assistant]
April 16th, 2016
Saturday
9am

The fallen leaves crunched lightly underfoot as she made her way back up the shrine steps, a sense of surrealism surrounding her. The area looked just like it always did, there was no sign of the wild dash they had made only yesterday. A half-hearten greeting left her lips as she passed the shrine, the old priest was out sweeping again and she didn't have the heart to tell him that it never did any good. Her dark colored eyes searched the area looking for something that proved that yesterday had happen besides the watch attached the her wrist.

'This isn't a dream....maybe I'm hallucinating? Or it could be an elaborate hoax...'

She frowned at how unsure her thoughts sounded, she knew if she opted to voice them out loud they would sound just as ridiculous as she felt for even allowing herself to think them. She chided herself for not wanting to believe in something so strange when she was always reading books and trying to convince the others it was real. But having a hobby wasn't the same, her conviction was lacking now that she had to face reality. Sighing her eyes focused on the red leather bound book, at first it looked on worse for ware, yet as she got closer she noticed the dirt grounded into it like it had been stepped on by something large. Whatever it had been it was definitely a lot larger than any of her friends.

'The Oni.'

She didn't have a viable reason for anything else leaving that mark, a shaky hand circled around the book before drawing it close to her person. Looking up she realized that she had reached the path at the back of the shrine, the same path they had walked up eagerly yesterday for their picnic. She stood there torn; her curiosity in fight with her survival instinct screaming that it was a very bad idea to continue up that path. Her feet shuffled as she took another tentative steps forward, nothing but normal sounds of the forest surrounding her bolstering her courage to keep marching up the steps.

The farther she got a long the more she felt like something was watching her, the hair on the back of neck seemed to stand up straight as goosebumps raced down her arm. A loud snap from the left caused her to jump in surprise, her footing slipped sending her tumbling back down the steps a hiss of pain escaping her lips. The tattered book was still clutched in her hand as she groaned sitting up holding her head.

"I got it, going up there is a no go..."

She grumbled out loud to whoever cared to listen, if she couldn't go up then she should at least head towards the Community Center to meet up with the others as promised.

April 16th, 2016
Saturday
10:15am

The tattered book laid sprawled out over pale colored legs, stains of grass and twigs clung to the chocolate shaded skirt continuing up towards Sayuki's white blouse; her hair and glasses were tilted forward as she continued to read sitting aimlessly on a small bench. Her appearance had a calm disheveled look as if she had spent the better part of the morning out hiking or exploring a forest patch. A small scratch flushed red, angry and determined to make it's presence known sending a twinge of pain out every time the young musician moved her head.

Bright gold letters shimmered on the pages, happy drawings danced on the opposite page, how funny to think that yesterday such a fairy tale was nothing more than a myth, but perhaps there was more truth to it then she had believed. The childish watch was still tightly fastened to her wrist all to happy to remind her that yesterday wasn't a strange dream from reading too many of her father's books.

The towering bulletin board gleamed brightly in response, it was unblemished and beckoned travelers towards it with temptations of rewards and adventure; post of request and needs for any of the townsfolk brave enough to try and ascertain. The girl had looked over them briefly earlier, her breath coming out in short burst and gasps, she was surprised to see she was the first of the group to reach the Community Center normally Natazume was the most punctual one after all.

Leaning back against the wall she sighed softly, her hand slipping into her pocket toying with Whisper's coin wondering if she should summon him to relieve the build up of questions circling her mind; her limbs still felt heavy sore and in protest to the unwanted run they had to suffer yesterday, her brain felt sluggish as she yawned softly her eyes slowly drifting close as the book stayed safely nestled on her lap merely waiting to be picked back up.

A peaceful breeze blew through the Center as Saki gave into the impulse to nap while waiting on the others.