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Notable parents: Baralai and Paine

Age: 21

Hair color: White

Eye color: Red

Appearance: 5'6 Wears black, like his mother. Black pants with a tight white tee shirt. He normally wears a black leather jacket. He also wears black combat boots.

Weapons: Two Ka-bar Knifes shown below.

Fighting style: Because of his athletic build he really quick on his feet and uses his surroundings to his advantage, also using his skills as a Blitzer to get around. He can throw any of his weapons with pinpoint accuracy, use both knifes to fight. Along who's his knifes he is very proficient in grappling techniques, as they go hand and hand with knife fighting.

Also as a secondary non leathal is a collapsible six foot metal bowstaff. Which he is also proficient in, but it is a secondary.

Skills:
-Extremely Athletic
-Free runner

Shortcomings:
-Too Trusting in others,
-Does not Believe in himself, second guesses himself

Occupation: Ex-Blitzball star, Adventurer

Biography: Gippal was named after a family friend, the leader of the machine faction. He grew up in Bevelle with his parents because of his father who is still the leader of Yevon. His mother didn't want him to grow up as a brat so she took him to Besaid every year for the summer to lived and visit with Yuna and the rest of her guardians who did the same for their kids.

In Besaid he would grow to love Blitzball and often play with Tidus and Wakka to train as well as his friends. But when he was 16 he decided to go out on his own, make a name for himself and not under the name of his father as son of the leader of New Yevon. He took up work as sword for hire, helping caravans travel by protecting them. He also hunted down marks of Fiends that are dangerous.

He also made a name for himself playing Blitzball for the Zanarkand Abe's . He managed to get on the team when he scored five goals in a scrimmage in an open practice. He played for the Abe's for 4 years then left the team suddenly to Besaid to join the Aurochs in the upcoming tournament, which is a huge uproar In the world of Blitzball.

Personality: He is normally in the spotlight due to his fame but he doesn't like it, he tends to take the lead because people look to him as a leader. He cares for his friends and wants to do good and looks to help anyone in need.

Living or arriving in Besaid?: Arriving by airship.

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"Grrr…" Nai made an angry growl as the priests tried to cut their entrance into the cloister of trials. When she saw the priest hitting Alex and the red head snapping his staff in two, Nai screamed from approval in her mind. That was the way to do it! Those priests were too annoying most of the time! She let a good smile once again when Urick tossed the priest to the side, giving him a warning to not hit girls.

 Once they stepped through the entrance of the cloister, Nai turned around to look at the priests and the few of the Yevon guards that were at the temple. They were shouting at them to stop." To oblivion with all of you…" Naisha said, raising her staff in the air. Most of the guards and priests stopped in their tracks at the sight of her staff suddenly being covered with energy." FROZEN WALL!" The mage shouted, as at the entrance of the cloister flared a flash of magic and a ice crystal began to grow at insane rate. Just a second later, the whole entrance was already covered by a thick frozen wall." That should stop them… at least till Lady Yuna and Master Lulu show up… teacher will probably melt it with a single spell." Nai said with a huge grin.

 Making their way deeper into the cloister, Nai and Gippal were slightly behind the others because Alex sprinted in first, followed by Alora, now Urick seemed to also speed up to find Alex. Because of her chair, Nai moved slightly slower and Gippal seemed to have decided to accompany her and not leave her alone. That put a small smile on her face. There weren't any fiends to bother them right this moment because the rest seemed to have slaughtered their way through them. After all Besaid temple's cloister of trials wasn't the biggest. After a few minutes she finally spotted the rest ahead. Alex seemed to be holding her head… Was it her mysterious condition? They all knew that Alex has something special about her… could that be causing her headache?

 "Alex! What's wrong!?" Nai asked as they were getting closer." Do you need anything?!" The mage asked with concern. She felt bed seeing her friend looking heart. She then spotted the mysterious girl with the ice magic from earlier." You… what are you doing here? Why did you enter the cloister? " The mage asked, locking her sight completely on the mysterious girl that had a katana.

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...So many voices came behind her as she stood in the entrance of the 'waiting area' the guardians usually stood in as the summoner went inside.@Riona Slowly, her head turned to her side, then she turned her entire body around to look at the group of people demanding to know her reason for being her. Immediately, her glowy blue eyes narrowed on the girl with her hand on her sword, ready to draw it. She raised her hand benevolently, then gently moved her finger as though flicking some piece of dandruff or something off her cheek. The result was the hand resting on the Katana becoming encased in ice around the sheath and the handle, rendering her immobile and in a rather awkward pose if she were using the opposite hand to draw it out.

While that provided some amusement, her laugh was but a small 'Hm,' and her smile a bare thread of one. Then her face returned to its stoic state as she raised her chin to the questions being tossed at her. She realized many of these people were ones from the beach, including the boy she accidentally knocked over with the help of Mercury.

"I come with intent to speak with my friend. Nothing more, nothing less." Her chin lowered a bit, and she sighed. As she did, her breath could be seen as though she was standing in the snow. "Let me be, for I have no ill will to harm any of you."

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Alex glanced back to see Alora taking care of two other fiends before catching up and asking if the taller red head was alright. Grumbling, Alex dug her own fingers against her skull, threading through the Crimson hair while her thumbs pressing against her temples, as if it was a attempt to contain something from bursting out from her head. Sure felt like it as the pounding grew harder and louder.

"I'm fine." Alex answered, glaring toward the mysterious woman before shutting her right eye in a wince.

As the others seemed to catch up, Alex listened to the loud voice of Naisha. Alex knew the black Mage was just worried, but bloody hell she was loud for a frail body girl. It was doubtful one could tell by just listening to her.

"I'm fine. Just... The usual Temple Headache. Don't worry." Alex answered, not wanting her friends to worry. Though it was usual Alex to say that and not be fine. She never asked for help even as a kid. Be it catching a cold, getting into too big of a fight, or every time she got these headaches, she truthfully believed she'd be able to power through her own issues. Yet she had no idea what issues helping others, like when Tidus wanted a errand or Naisha wanted to go somewhere. It was just normal.

Course, this headache was a little odd. Voices. The hum was still there but she swore she could hear voices, whispering ever so quietly in her mind. It caused her head to hurt more. Trying to decipher what they were saying was just causing the pain to worsen.

As focused enough to notice Alora pull her authority card, the mysterious woman simply froze the smaller red head's hand to the hilt of the katana. At the explanation, or what little there was, Alex ground her teeth together in irritation. Have little to no patience for this bullshit at the moment.

"What the #%#% kind of friend do you have down here?! I'm sure as shit haven't seen you here on this island in my life and the only things in here are fiends! And if you think we're the ones going to be hurt in a tussle with you, well I sure as %#%# would like to see you try! Bring it one icy %#%#%#!" Alex snarled toward the mysterious woman, ripping her hands away from grasping her head in order to hold up her fists, as if ready to launch a assault. Though perhaps she was at a area disadvantage, she sure as hell wasn't about to take some bullshit like this.

Though first, Alex turned toward Alora and grabbed the ice, crushing the frozen water between her fists and freeing Alora.

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Once they stepped through the entrance of the cloister, Nai turned around to look at the priests and the few of the Yevon guards that were at the temple. They were shouting at them to stop." To oblivion with all of you…" Gippal raised his eyebrows as Naisha said that and then raising her staff in the air. Most of the guards and priests stopped in their tracks at the sight of her." FROZEN WALL!" The mage shouted, as at the entrance of the cloister flared a flash of magic and a ice crystal began to grow at insane rate. Just a second later, the whole entrance was already covered by a thick frozen wall." That should stop them… at least till Lady Yuna and Master Lulu show up… teacher will probably melt it with a single spell." Nai said with a huge grin.

At which Gippal Narrowed his right eye speculating, "I.....Think this isn't going to end well." There were many of time when Gippal got on the bad side of Aunt Yuna and Lulu. He was hesitant to be under the glare of those two again. But thinking on what was happening it wouldn't really effect him... he was trying to keep up appearances. He pulled his two K-bar knifes out and turned to make his way down the cloister.

As they walked down the old halls he glanced back and noticed a small smile on Naisha's face he didn't say anything but looked forwards He knew the others would have cleared the halls of fiends, but he wanted to be sure. After a few minutes she finally spotted the rest of the group, near the Fayths room. The hum was getting even louder now. Was it coming from the Fayth's room? Alex seemed to be holding her head… He always knew she had an issue with headaches...but right now? That couldn't be good. Nai had moved ahead towards Alex

 "Alex! What's wrong!?" Nai asked. " Do you need anything?!" She asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Just... The usual Temple Headache. Don't worry." Alex Answered, as Gippal shook his head, She always put on a strong face. He looked to Urick who had a look of concern on his face. But the big guy new better to ask...or was still shy.

Naisha then looked up to the girl in front of them" You… what are you doing here? Why did you enter the cloister? " Nai asked.

Gippal had saw Alora's hand was frozen solid. Did the mysterious woman simply froze Alora's hand to her sheath? Who was this woman... Suddenly a thought popped into his head. Was she connected to him?. Suddenly Alex exploded.

"What the #%#% kind of friend do you have down here?! I'm sure as shit haven't seen you here on this island in my life and the only things in here are fiends! And if you think we're the ones going to be hurt in a tussle with you, well I sure as %#%# would like to see you try! Bring it on icy %#%#%#!" Alex snarled toward the mysterious woman, Her hands quickly balled into fist and a fighting stance.

But instead of rushing forward, Alex turned toward Alora and grabbed the ice, crushing the ice between her fists and freeing Alora. She defiantly was stronger, breaking an iron bar, shattering the ice... did it have to do with her headaches? Her strength did grow when ever she was frustrated...usually with her head aches. But that was besides the point now as Gippal moved forward ahead of the group... going on a hunch.

"Are you looking for the Fayth that used to Reside here?" Then judging that she might be nutter. seeing how the only other Being besides Fiends would have been a Fayth he added. "Valefor?" He sheathed his knifes, not wanting to be threatening." allowing the palms of his hands to be seen. Things were going south fast and he didn't want to be fighting in the temple.

All the while the Hum became louder and Louder, as if someone was singing in the room they were standing in.


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Age: 14

Appearance:

House: Lannister

Family:
Mother: Tarla Lannister (Deceased)
Father: Vernan Lannister
Brothers: Open
Sisters: Open
Uncle: Martyn Lannister

Skills: From a very early age, Khailey has been instructed in all of the subtleties of being a proper and perfect lady. She is elegant and intelligent and knows when a compliment is more appropriate than a jape and all the other nuances of courtesan life.

Weaknesses: Although she seems like the perfect little lady most of the time, she does have quite the temper and has been known by those closest to her to be very cruel when things don't go her way.

Weapon: Nothing but her wits and her words. And the wealth of Casterly Rock when all else fails.

Title: None

Personality: Khailey is sweet, kind, noble, and generous to those that she seeks to please. But in reality, she is selfish, ambitious, cruel, and temperamental. Deceit is a way of life for her, and she isn't afraid to lie or cheat whenever necessary to get what she wants.

Bio: Her mother died bringing her into the world, and so she never knew her. She was raised mostly by wetnurses while her father was away from Casterly Rock. She is the daughter of Ser Vernan Lannister, who has brought her with him to King's Landing in order for her to find a suitable husband amongst the lords and strengthen the bonds between House Lannister and those that would seek to help them against the Targareyans.

Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."
Name: Vernan Lannister

Age: 45

Appearance:

House: Lannister

Family:
Wife: Tarla Lannister (Deceased)
Sons: Open
Daughter: Khailey Lannister
Other Daughters: Open
Brother: Martyn Lannister

Skills: Vernan is highly skilled with his greataxe and he is an excellent strategist and natural leader of men on the battlefield. He used to be a fine rider as well, but his injury has robbed him of that skill.

Weaknesses: Once a mighty warrior who fought with reckless abandon, he was nearly mortally wounded when he was thrown from his horse in battle and trampled beneath its feet. He now walks with a limp as his left leg never fully healed and he has a long scar that runs from above his left eye to just under his chin.

Weapon:

Vernan is not quite the warrior that he once was before his injury, but he is still a cunning and dangerous fighter who wields a greataxe that was handed down to him by his father.

Title: Ser

Personality: He is a hard and practical man that knows how to rally men to his cause and strike fears in those that oppose him. Loyalty to his house is what has made Ser Vernan so well respected amongst House Lannister and its allies. He trusts no one outside of his own house and he longs for the days when House Lannister has control of the Iron Throne.

Bio: In his youth, he was all but unstoppable on the battlefield and killed many men in combat. He is no longer the same warrior, but his reputation as a merciless fighter on the field of battle makes many think twice about ever crossing him. He was knighted by King Jaehaerys after winning a tournament at the age of seventeen, but he has never liked nor trusted the Targareyans. He firmly believes that all of Westeros would be better off if a Lannister sat upon the Iron Throne.

Other: "When you play the game of thrones, you win, or you die."

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John's horse trotted along the cobblestone streets of the capital of Westeros, King's Landing, his family's
carriage following behind. His sword was at his hip and his eyes were on road in front of him. They were approaching the famed Red Keep, the stronghold that two hundred years ago, had been taken back by Daenarys Targaryen.

Finally, John reached the castle and was welcomed into the courtyard. He dismounted his horse which was lead away to the stables. His mother came out of the carriage, the northern-born woman turning her nose up at the salty smell of sea air. He walked with her into the castle where servants greeted them and led them to their luxurious quarters with promises of their belongings being delivered later in the day.

The whole of the kingdom was in King's Landing. And most of the highborn lords and ladies would be staying for the next few weeks. John's friend, and the new king, Daeron Targaryen, would have his coronation tomorrow. To celebrate the young dragon was holding a large festival. Feasts every night, a tourney with the promise of knighthood awaiting the winner, and a carnival on top of that, filled with entertainers from across the Narrow Sea. John was taken aback by the extravagance that he saw from his balcony. He was a long way from home.

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Khailey Lannister

Although she had only been in King's Landing for a few days, already she was sick of the smell, sick of all the fat, squawking noblewomen, and sick of her father reminding her each and every day why she was here. She knew why she was here, and she had no intention of disappointing him. A marriage to another powerful house was what House Lannister needed in order to help them return to their former glory, and she planned to make sure that it happened.

Getting out of bed, Khailey slipped out of her nightgown and went to her closet to find one of her best gowns to where for the day. The room that she had been given to stay in was much smaller than her room back in Casterly Rock, which was something that she was not pleased about. But complaining about it to her father had yielded no results, so she decided to just make the best of it. Settling for a red gown with a gold trim, she got dressed and then braided her long golden hair before leaving the room to go look for her father. Her father's squire had delivered a message saying that he wanted to see her right away, more than likely to introduce her to another lord that he thought would make a suitable match for her. Khailey wondered who it was that he had found this time. Last time, it had been a Tyrell man even older than her father. Thankfully, she had talked him out of that match. She hoped that whoever he found this time was someone at least a little more pleasant to look upon.

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King Daeron Targaryen of Westeros

Daeron was awoke by his mother ripping the curtains apart, allowing light to invade his chambers. He shot up, surprised by the sudden radiance of the light. His room was covered in old garments and plates. His mother scowled at him. "I've allowed you certain liberties but it is time for you to present yourself as a king," the Queen Mother said. She left the room, her message having been delivered as servants rushed in to dress him.

After his rude awakening, Daeron was led down to the royal family's quarters where he broke fast with his mother, the two remaining silent most of the time. Towards the end however, his mother spoke. "You will have to make a decision today, Daeron. You have yet to fill the position of Hand of the King. And you have a lot of choices," she said, looking over at her son. Daeron looked back at her, surprised. "I was planning on John. He is my most trusted friend and offers some of the best advice in the Seven Kingdoms," he said. Olenna smiled and shook her head. "Daeron that isn't how things work. And you know that. You can't give the position to a boy as green as John Stark, no matter how close are families are. What about your cousin Gwayne? It is well known that he seeks the position."

Daeron had waved his mother off, telling her he'd think about it. Which was exactly what he was doing. He was wandering the halls, thinking. Being the king wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob prefered to travel by horse, a carriage was loud, a lot less stable on the stone and made him look pompous. Finally pulling up in front of the Red Keep Jakob smiled, the journey was finally over and now he could focus on what he came here to do. Stooping in the cramped space he heard the click of his guards opening the door. Stepping into the warm glow of the sun he stood upright and stretched out his muscles which had become deadened by the journey. Waiting an orderly stepped forward and directed his retinue as to where they could deposit the Frey carriage as well as how to bring Jakob's effects into his room. Nodding briefly at the orderly he walked up the grand stairs into one of the most imposing castles he had ever seen. Despite his distaste for the squalor of King's Landing, he understood why kings and queens made their home in the Red Keep. Walking amongst the history he quickly took in the classical scenes of battle and glory that adorned the walls. Turning a corner he was escorted by the Gold Coats and his own personal retinue towards the throne room. Jakob knew he had to present himself to the Young Dragon before retiring for some rest, though he doubted that King Daeron even considered Jakob an important banner.

Finally arriving at the grand entrance Jakob paused, breathing deeply he nodded and the large wooden doors were opened up for him to enter. The hall was filled with the faces of nobility and grandeur, all awaiting their King to take his place in court. Each of the lords would need to declare their allegiance to the King, before a short time of networking and eating, and finally the announcement of the Hand of the King. Jakob was quite far down on the order of lords and ladies to swear allegiance. This meant he had a chance to look over who was present and who wasn't. Rumours circulating the court had reached his ears and he had a great many people to speak too before the end of the next few days.

Nodding to his men they spread out across the edge of the room with the other guards, he would not need their direct protection here. No one was foolish enough to kill a noble here. Having arrived alone also allowed him to cast an eye over the younger ladies that were present. He was still looking for a suitable bride to both secure his line and secure a fast ally of the Freys. The Latest Walder Frey had given the Frey name some infamy in regards to marriage and so Jakob was determined to right past wrongs of the family, even if he felt no real connection too it.

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Ser Vernan Lannister

The grizzled old knight stood in a fine tunic of red as he waited for the king to make his appearance. He couldn't honestly say that he was eager to hear the young dragon's decision. He doubted that it would be anything that he wanted to hear. No doubt the king would choose either the Stark boy or the Lord of Highgarden, neither of which were any friends to the Lannisters and did nothing to help his own house. He couldn't believe that there was not a single Lannister among the small council. It was just plain wrong as far as he was concerned. This dragon clearly had no inclination of how to rule. Unfortunately, there was nothing that Ser Vernan could do about it. His brother Martyn Lannister was Lord of Casterly Rock, but he was timid and fearful of the king's wrath. He needed Vernan to show him that the Lannister's had allies, and that they would have the Iron Throne if they seized their chance now. If a marriage could be found for Khailey to gain the power of another strong house to the Lannister's cause, it would shift the balance in their favor and perhaps his brother would then approve of striking out at the young dragon.

Khailey Lannister

The young lioness entered the hall and looked around for her father, but she saw no sign of him in the gathered crowd. She sighed, put on a dignified smile and started to move through the crowd with her back and shoulders straight and her hands locked in front of her as her septa had taught her to walk. She moved with grace as she crossed the hall and no doubt caught the eye of many of the men in the hall.

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Lord John Stark of Winterfell

John finally decided that it was time to go down to the ceremony. Every house in the realm was here to swear fealty to the king. John, being a Stark, was higher on that list than most so he decided he best hurry. He retrieved his mother from the room next door and they descended stairs until they reached the crowded throne room. John was also nervous about Daeron's largest decision today. The Hand of the King. His mother told him that he was one of the better candidates. And John didn't like that at all. He'd grown up with Daeron and as such, was very familiar with his personality. He was always entitled and had a famously short temper. But John feared it would get worse now that Daeron had such power. He feared that Daeron would be loathe to take his advice. John took a place in the hall near Ser Vernan Lannister. John smiled politely. "Hello Ser Vernan. I expect your journey was as uneventful as my own?" John asked. He had no love for Lannisters but it never hurt to be on one's good side.

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Ser Vernan Lannister

He hadn't been expecting to be approached by the Stark boy, but he gave him a curt nod and said. "My journey was much shorter than your own, so yes uneventful was a good way to describe it. How are things in the North?" Vernan didn't consider the Starks as allies of his house, but he knew that friends and enemies switched often and to see someone as an enemy on principal was not a wise decision.

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Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing

Jakob grimaced as he saw the Stark boy arrive. The Freys had always been looked down on by the other lords and ladies, the Starks being one of the worst, and despite the fact Jakob attempted to break the stereotypes associated with his family people continued to gossip. Next too John was Vernan Lannister, one of the gentry who he had had little contact with. Dealing more with Vernan's brother on state matters. Whilst the larger houses were getting ready the other less notable nobles were still milling around. Surveying the crowd he spotted a few faces he remembered, and then one face in particular caught his eye.

The striking blonde hair and holier-than-thou walk and a figure that looked crafted by the heavens, it was without a doubt a Lannister. Though Jakob was struggling to remember her name. It was strange to see her away from the rest, especially amongst the other less noble houses. Sighing he walked over and introduced himself.

"It seems the lioness is walking amongst the sheep today, rather than moving with her pride."


[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

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As soon as the word left his mouth, Ghent felt a pang of regret. He knew darn well that he'd mispronounced the spell. Either nothing would happen, or all heck would break loose. The later of the two happened almost immediately.
 There was an odd, indescribable tingling that moved from his hand to his body. The suddenness of the sensation was enough for Ghent to open his eyes, and from there he got a good look at his very first spell.
 "Whoa!" The bolts of energy shot out in every direction, each leaving a permanent reminder of their swift but hazardous existence.
 Understandably, Ghent's mind was in a frenzy. The fact that he'd actually gotten the magic to work rendered him speechless, but then he remembered Elayra. She was right in the line of fire.
 "H-hey! Look out!" The warning would've been too late, but thankfully Elayra was quicker on her feet then Ghent was with his words.
 After the last bolt vanished, Ghent slowly lowered his hand, unable to tear his eyes away from the newest markings on the tables. For a while, he stared like a deer in headlights, unable to believe what he'd witnessed.
 "What the heck was that?!" Ghent spoke in a hushed tone, afraid to speak in fear of what he may conjure next. "Oh man...that definitely wasn't a shield!"
 Using real magic would have excited most teenagers, but Ghent could hardly see how this was any reason to celebrate. Sure, he'd somehow gotten the magic to work, but he'd messed up. Elayra had every reason to be mad him; he'd mispronounced the spell and may have gotten her hurt. Or worse. If the bolt was enough to mark the concrete, Ghent didn't want to know what it may have done to human flesh.
 "Hey, you alright? Sorry, I..." Wait. Was Elayra grinning?  This was the first time Ghent had seen her with an expression other than annoyance or anger towards him. Ghent squinted to be sure. Nope. She was grinning, alright. The show of emotion probably wasn't going to last long, but he couldn't help but smile too. If he'd gotten even an ounce of her approval, he must have done something right.
 "I dunno what's more surprising..." Ghent rounded the table, tracing his finger over one of the many bolt marks. "The fact that I used magic, or the fact that you're actually smiling for once."

[Assistant]
Elayra looked Ghent over, making sure he was unscathed as he gawked at the black marks the magic had left. For a short moment, she thought he may have been frozen in place, but then he spoke.
 "That," Elayra answered Ghent's quiet question as she came to a full stand, her expression unchanging, "was apparently what happens when people neglect a world's magic for too long. It's more excitable, even when you don't command it right."
 Her brows rose and her smile faltered when Ghent squinted at her. Had he hurt himself? Lost some of his vision in the aftermath of the spell-gone-wrong? But then he smiled, and she did not take him as someone who would be happy about going partially blind.
 She snorted once he finished speaking, but something going right for once had lightened her mood enough for her grin to turn into a condescending smirk instead of a scowl. Not bothering to go around the picnic table, she stepped nimbly onto the seat, and climbed over the table to the other side.
 She hopped down to the concrete, now trying to think of the last time anything had warranted a true smile. She shrugged, bushing the rather dismal thought aside. "That you used magic, of course. I mean, at least you're not completely useless," her smirk widened, and she looked approvingly at a deep, smoldering indentation in the table she had hid behind. She nodded to it. "I'd call that impressive, considering it was supposed to make a shield."
 Her attention snapped to her bow, her expression turning to a worried frown. "I swear, though," she stepped to and snatched the weapon up, running a hand down its limbs as she inspected it, "if you've damaged this…" Her finger paused on a new black mark in the wood. She brought it closer to her face, scratched at it, then nodded, deeming it nothing more than a superficial mark.
 "Consider yourself lucky." She twirled the bow slightly, and held it beside her. She raised her other hand, palm toward the ceiling, and muttered the focus word as she swept her hand slightly to the side, further aiding in directing the magic. Another shield shimmered into existence above her, only this time it was wide enough for two people to walk comfortably beneath.
 "We going, or what?" She jerked her head toward the rain-drenched streets, and headed out into the morning downpour. "By the way," she looked to Ghent, waiting impatiently, if necessary, for him to follow, "what is a 'java,' anyway?"


[System]
Keira Summers

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Age:
23

Lineage:
The Summers Family, daughter of Sampson Summers & Edith Lake

School/house:
Hogwarts/Ravenclaw

Patronus:
White Mare

Personality:
Intelligence is what Keira prides herself with. She's bright, smart, and full of life. She is rather resilient, and will do her best in anything and everything. Keira is sharp and rather cunning at the same time. She is not one to start fights, but she will finish them. Don't pick a fight with Keira if you know what's good for you. She's brutal when she has to be. Keira is an independent girl; probably why her wand is made of pine. She is quite creative, and can adapt easily. She is faithful and trustworthy to her friends and family, and rather honest too. She will always tell you the truth in her eyes, even if you think she's being too blunt, or cruel. She just wants the best for you.

Bio:
Sampson Summers was a Griffindor seeker. He was kind, good, caring, and quite friendly, though competitive and brutal at the same time. Edith Lake was an intelligent Ravenclaw 'mudblood', sweet, sharp, cool, collected. She loved learning new things, and would do anything to help others.

Growing up in Australia, Sampson and Edith kept Keira in the dark about most things, including about witches and wizards. They didn't want to influence their daughter in any way. They wanted to see how she would turn out first. As she grew, she became interested in witches and wizards. She was found pretending to be a witch, and so on her tenth birthday, she was told the family secret. She was a witch.

Happy, excited and energetic were her feelings. Keira began to learn how to fly on a broomstick with her father, and how to create potions and learn spells from her mother. She became a rather inquisitive and intelligent child, and so entered Hogwarts when she turned 11. According to her mother, Keira becoming a Ravenclaw was her greatest achievement. Becoming a Ravenclaw helped Keira grow into the girl she is today.

In the first year, Keira was top of her class. Her best class was Potions, Transfiguration and Charms coming in second place. In her second year, she was drafted as Ravenclaw's Chaser. She was fast, sturdy and strong in her role, always doing the best she could. Defence against the dark arts became her favourite subject. Wanting to protect others in the future, she talked to the Defence against the dark arts teacher, and decided to become an Auror.

Finishing her schooling at Hogwarts, she travelled the world for a year, learning new things everywhere she went, before completing her Auror training. During the year she travelled, she went to Japan in the spring (for the cherry blossoms), Switzerland in the winter (for the skiing), France (for the Eiffel Tower), Germany (for the Neuschwanstein Castle), Italy (for the Colosseum, Statue of David, Venice and the Leaning Tower of Pisa), Austria (for the birthplace of Mozart and the Sound of Music), Eritria (for all the beautiful foods), Vietnam, China, South Korea, and all around America.

[User]
The United Kingdom
Wiltshire

The British Isles were old, ancient, suffused with the power of magic. Druids had spun their circles and then came civilization and the advent of modern magic. The dark and the light had long been at war over the country's hidden places, long before the Ministry had codified what it meant to be good and evil in the world of the Arcane. Of all the regions of these isles, Wiltshire held many such hidden places, in the shadow of Stone Henge, the forces of magic had gathered for untold centuries.

Not all of it was friendly.

The rain beat down in a fierce torrent, even for the notoriously damp England, it was particularly noteworthy. The countryside was awash with flooding on a dramatic level. The kind that swept away the odd car, house and unfortunate cow like it was nothing. Thankfully they found themselves in a relatively protected locale, among the hills, valleys and woodlands of wild Wiltshire. This didn't improve Izaiah's mood much, as a fat droplet of rain rolled off a leaf above him, splatting on to his form. He internalized a moan as he crept forward. They were approaching their target, and any noise now, despite spells dampening such, would be to put them all at risk.

Stone Henge was the most prominent druidic site in the nation, but it was not the only one, especially not in the pagan heatland of the Southern United Kingdom, many more were hidden away, some were still in use, and not all for peaceful reasons. The Aurors of the UK's ministry of magic had located one such community, of wild witches and wizards practicing arts beyond the law of the land, and beyond that, potentially either risking exposure, or the lives of any muggles that would stray near. Izaiah had a particular dislike for those who looked to use magic upon those utterly unaware and helpless to it, and as they had trudged through the cold and wet, that dislike had burned into hatred. He slunk his way up one more hill, slowly crawling forwards on his front, hood pulled up, until he was on the crest, still shielded by the forest, looking down into a clearing marked with stone circles and carvings. A host of figures gathered in the clearing, despite the weather, some chanting, while others placed ingredients of a sort into a large cauldron bubbling at the centre, the circles of stone and grass converging on spot.

They did not anticipate great difficulty, but the life of an Auror was a dangerous one, even on their first true mission. Izaiah knew that the rest of the team would soon be in position, around the forested edge of the clearing. He'd drawn the short straw, so it was up to him to attempt their first ever peaceful arrest as a team. He paused pensively for a moment, before pushing himself to his feat, his wand immediately lighting up in a grand display, projecting the crest of the ministry.

"This is Auror Izaiah Perntide of the Ministry of Magic, you are hearby ordered to-" He was interrupted by a cascade of shouting, and one particularly important, particularly illegal, spell being cast. He had only a second to react, diving forwards as the green bolt of power shot over him.

"Ah, well, I never did enjoy boring." He muttered to himself, before rising up, immediately ready for what confronted him, as the rest of the Auror team leaped into action.

[Assistant]
Bastards Dex would think to himself as the rain pelted the ground. The sound of the rain emulated his heart beat as his mind spread open like a book thrown asunder.

 All of them are decent shots but we need to confuse the enemy. Thanks to these hills... his mind trailed off as his eyes scanned. Hill to trough repeated until Dex saw one opening near by.

 "Iz keep at it, I will go around the left," shouting as he got to his knees. Raising his wand above his head and encircling his being he began to chant Disillusio. The tip of the wand acted as the handle of a streamer, wrapping his body in a mirroed cloth that made his essence into whatever was around him. From there he took off. Head was hung low just to be sure a camoed outline breaching the ridge didn't alarm any eyes on the other side.

 These damn heathens don't deserve a court case here. What would a peaceful arrest gain us?! Just another couple of loonies locked up. Just biding there time before coming back out and doing whatever outlandish thing they want again. Whatever. At least we can have an excuse to put the poor bastards out of their misery, or rather, our misery.

 As the thought left his brain Dex reached the side of the hill. Ideally on a proper flank from these nut jobs he smacked his body to the side of the hill and peered his head around it.

 Who is going to get it first, who first, who first...That one a wizard, to the looks of him from the cloak he wore was about 3 meters from him. Just to make Iz happy, I will try and show a little tact while taking them down.

 Dex let his right knee hit the ground, swung his left leg to the front, planted it with wand in toe and shouted, "Expelliarmus." As though a roped had been tied to the assailants wand it flew forward from him a few paces. The person's body went rigid as their head whipped back and forth to see where the sound came from.

 "Night, night you monster," their eyes would briefly meet as Dex announced, "Stupefy!" Just like a sack of potatoes you try to help your mom with but she just barely misses your hand's, he dropped. An old quote from his father back in his younger years whizzed into his brain fast as could be ," Just because those around you seem to be evil, or have bad intentions does not mean they were always bad people. Some times, our past makes us into..." blah blah blah, lecture me some other time.

 Even for Dex, these missions were a test on his brain. Sure, we all had dealings with intense situations growing together from our primary schooling to Auror training. However, the test of a being is how they handle themselves against the chaos factor. The chaos factor, in this instance, is a bunch of out of their mind wack jobs that none of us could, morally, control. There for, Dex's mind was being trained little by little to deal in situations that were out of his control. All he could do was move as a team, communicate as a team, and make damn sure that Iz knew Dex's dominance amongst us. I mean, amongst these situations. It would be selfish for him to just want to beat out a friend with...ah screw the maturity of it all. Dex wanted to dominate as best as possible without endangering others.

 He may have a heart to win, but damnit he couldn't live with himself if others fell over something routine as a crazy cult. Blinders on, breathing deep, now it is on to the next one.


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Yuu is a fairly handsome boy standing proudly at a height of 6'2", with a weight of 178 pounds. He has a slightly pale complexion, and has the appearance of a rather lanky and slightly frail boy. However, he is rather well built much to most peoples surprise, being caught off guard by a "weak" appearing trainer others can usually assault. He is fairly confident in both body, spirit, and battle which often leaves him in a cheerful mood with a confident bona fide smile.

The boy sports uncombed, messy hair which he doesn't bother to brush, even though he carries around a hairbrush. One of the most notable facets is his naturally tinted lavender hair which sort of runs in the family, mainly from his mothers side with their unusual hair colors. There are a few dark streaks in his hair which came from him dyeing the roots a blackish hue which has slightly faded. Another well known part of his guise is his violet iris' which are rather piercing to say the least. They have a strange semblance, one of which is a mix of bleak anguish and hopeful spirit embedded within.

Although he doesn't actually have a particular taste for fashion, his usual getup features a blue jacket with feather-like tufts, a green tank-top, beige pants, and stylish black shoes (shown wearing). He also has a white jacket with weird ear-like things on the hood, a blue striped pull-over, and blue pants. He also sports a green jacket with a few other dapper clothes on him in his inventory that he can adorn himself with. He also seems to love three different colors the most, and will generally react to such things in a positive way.

[User]
Just Outside New Bark Town
Zeph Bagley

As Zeph attempted to fend off the attacking bird Pokemon, he became aware of someone shouting from below and glanced down to see a girl about his own age standing on the ground below. She had distinctive purple hair and an accent he couldn't truly place.

Also, she seemed to be laughing at him.

"Well, I didn't think it was possible to fail so hard! Did you forget the training wheels? Or did you think you could actually fly?"

Zeph frowned, and if he hadn't been busily trying to fend of the flock of attacking Spearow, he would have shouted out some kind of comeback.

Well, if he could think of one. Which at the moment, he could not.

He opened his mouth to spit out some kind of rebuttal, when the purple-haired girl spoke again. She was still laughing, but her tone had a little less edge. "Need some help getting down from there?"

He did, indeed need help. But his injured pride was at stake here, and he was not about to accept help from someone who had mocked him a second earlier. "N-no!" he stammered out. "I'm fine! Totally fin-" But he didn't get to finish, as there was a worrying creak, followed by a snapping noise.

Uh oh.

His weight had taken its toll on the branch at last, and he and the branch started hurting down to the ground, hitting many other branches on the way down. Without thinking, Zeph started waving his arms around madly.

"Catchmecatchmecatchme!" he shouted as he starting falling towards the girl.

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New Bark Town
Mattie Linder

More people had started to gather round the lab as Mattie approached, and her walk became slower and more cautious as she got close to them. A couple of them had already started a conversation, so she hovered around the edge, unsure when would be the right time to speak. However, just as she was about to open her mouth, something of a... disruption broke out.

One of the girls, a redhead like Mattie, got upset and ran off crying after one of the boys spoke to her. Behind her long fringe, Mattie blinked as she watched the girl leave, perplexed as to what could have upset her so. However, she didn't have time to ask or even say anything before the other potentional trainers started filing into the lab.

Oh. Okay. Perhaps she could introduce herself later.

Yeah.

Later™.

Mattie followed the others into the lab quietly, none of them seeming to take much notice of her. She saw one of the other kids sit down in a large, somewhat important-looking chair and fall asleep. She had no idea why. Maybe he wasn't actually there to get a Pokemon. Maybe he was just here...

... to sleep?

Yeah, that made no sense, now that she thought about it.

Oh well. Mattie sat herself down in one of the chairs at the side, waiting to be called on, and waiting in case not all of the trainers had arrived yet.

[Assistant]
~Abigail Blanchett~

"N-no! I'm fine! Totally fin-"

Hah. He was totally not fine. Those Spearow were definitely not happy that he had flown straight into their nest. Not to mention that tree branch looked rather...weak. But well, he said he didn't need her help so she might as well just get going to the lab. No sense in helping him if he was so sure about him being fine. Well...she would have if the branch hadn't suddenly made a loud creak followed by a snapping noise. The boy started falling, and Abigail reacted perhaps a bit more rashly than she was used too.

She ran forward, though she didn't really know why. She should have just let the guy land on the ground. That would have been funny. Still, him getting hurt would probably be a bad idea...and well, she was awesome so letting him get hurt on her watch was bad. She wasn't fast enough to catch, him though and in an attempt to dive forward, her foot got caught on a loose rock causing her to trip. Instead, she slammed into the falling kid at full-sprinting speed.

"Ooooowww..." She groaned. She must have hit her head pretty hard when that twerp landed on her. She rubbed her head, as she tried to ignore the bruise there. As the slight dizziness subsided, she attempted to stand up, but found something...or rather, someone was on top of her. The kid from earlier must have somehow ended up on top of her when they fell.

"G-get off!" She said, trying to shove him off of her. And...was that Cerise?

Goddamn it, sucks to be this guy. She hoped this he had life insurance.

~Cerise Fontaine~

That insufferable welp! She should have her lawyers sue him for everything he had! That would involve too much of a headache for a philistine like him though. At least once she found Abigail she could have her thoroughly deal with him in an appropriate matter. She could even get everyone else on her side as well, if she played her cards right. She may have to reign in Abigail a bit though. The purple haired girl could get a little...excessive sometimes.

The only problem was that...well, she had no idea where she was. She said she was going to be coming from Cherrygrove by a vehicle. At least, that was her plan. Judging from the time she should be here already. Maybe it would have been better to hang around at the lab, then? Well, out of sight of that idiot. After that stunt it wouldn't be a good idea to hang around him. At least, not in front of the others.

It was then, she heard a rather loud snapping noise - it sounded like something heavy had fallen. There was a scream with it as well, sounding like someone saying 'Catch me' over and over again. Well, now that was probably going to be a sight to see. She had only intended to view from afar and not get involved. Whoever had fallen deserved whatever injury they got, from probably doing something stupid. However, when she finally reached the place of the voices....

"A-Abigail!?" Cerise shouted, quite loudly. "Wh-what are you-?" No no no. This...she was misinterpreting something here, that was certain. However, something about seeing her friend under that guy in such a manner...made her feel a tad bit mad. Not like she cared if she got a boyfriend or anything...but, well...She shot a brief glare at the guy while his back was too her, before remembering why she had come looking for her friend in the first place. She softened her gaze, before walking over to Abigail with a sniffle.

~Elms Lab~

True enough, the door to the lab was unlocked, like always. Elm didn't like locking the door for multiple reasons, though if you talked to Alfred you'd discover the main reason was because Elm always forgot too. Elm would say he didn't want to lock it in case of emergencies, though.

As the trainers started shuffling in, they were greeted by a cheery Alfred. This was his first time doing something like this, so it was expected he was a bit on the excited side. It was almost impossible for him to not be. It looked like they were missing quite a few trainers still, though. They were late, then. Not that it mattered too much, they had all day to get here, or at least until the pokemon ran out. That shouldn't happen though, since they had more than enough for the applicants.

"H-hello!" Alfred started, as he introduce himself to the trainers. "Welcome to New Bark. I'm, uhm, Alfred Elm. I'm Professor Elm's assistant. He'll be here soon, probably, so uhm, if you could all sit here and wait on the other trainers..."


[System]
Species : Elf
Gender : Female
Age : 54
Height : 175

Jazdia is a tall elven woman with a pale complexion, blue eyes, and long, waist-length platinum blonde hair that she often let untied. Elves are all born beautiful and Jazdia was no exception. Her attractiveness is often described as an eternal winter barely touched by the sun's embrace. But that's just another way for the gentlemen to adore her face that seemed to always sport a perpetual frown. At least that's original.

Former leader of a peacekeeping organization, Jazdia understands it would be in her best interest to omit such details from her MO. Not that she is a wanted criminal or anything; she ended her tenure on a relatively high note actually. The thing about working as law enforcement is you will have no shortage of old enemies who would persistently try to even the scales with you even after retirement, and Jazdia does not wish to be tangled with such... nuisances.

So now, she is just Jazdia. An adventurer, restaurateur, and tea connoisseur. Yeah, just put that in her business card.

Traits and spells:

-Blood Phobia (passive)
Taking damage would result in lower combat efficiency. Jazdia will start sweating, having a shaky aim and blurred vision. At a certain threshold, her Ultravision cannot be activated.
-Curse of the crimson flame (passive)
Resting near any fire or under the sun would slowly regenerate her power and heal her wounds. However, any healing magic cast on her would instead deal damage.

-Arrow Enchantment.
Channels magic into her arrow. Can only use one type of arrow in a single turn. Has three flavors:
A. Crystal Arrows.
Glorified fireworks with an equally destructive explosion contained inside. Can be programmed to either explode upon impact, delayed, or remote detonation.
B. Crystal Arrows
Non Explosive variants, but hot as hell it pierces through plates and mails like a hot knife through butter. Armor Piercing, nuff said.

-Counter
Any close-range attack will be answered with heavy retribution. Figuratively speaking, sometimes this extended to the non-combat situation. Proceed with caution.

-Ultravision
Channeling magic to enhance her vision, Jazdia can see pass through solid objects and magical manipulation such as illusion and darkness. Imposes varying degrees of strain on her body depending on the area covered and elapsed duration. Prolonged abuse of this skill might result in myopia and gradual blindness.

-Vengeance
At this point, taking heavy damage would no longer weaken her. Now she is faster and deadlier and angrier. The third flavor of her enchanted arrows unlocked:
C. Poison arrows. Deals heavy damage over time. The enemy killed by this arrow will have their body burst into a swarm of black lepidopteran that attacks nearby hostiles until either they or the caster died, or the effect expires. At the end of its fleeting lifespan, the insect will return to the caster and heals her wounds. Has 3 days of cooldown.

Equipment
-Lurea
A recurve black bow adorned with gold and silver linings on its limbs. Has an absurdly light draw weight of 44 pounds.
-Maugrim
A long knife with ivory handle and elven runes inscribed on its blade.
-Medium-sized satchel bag
A plain-looking bag that doesn't seem too out of fashion despite being designed with function in mind.
-Pocket watch
A momento from her father. Well maintained and functioning properly.
-Medikit
Generic first aid kit.

[User]
Jazdia suddenly regretted giving that suggestion.

Not only the valuable food was haphazardly tossed, but now there was a bear snorting... a mixture of nasal and food matter onto the floor. Regardless of the despicableness of its owner, a dining room was supposed to be a sanctuary free from any filth and misbehavior. And now it has been soiled so badly she almost felt sorry for the Baron.

"Jaz, can you see how many people are coming?"

"Two dozen or so. It's like a bloody convention up there."

As critical as their situation seemed to be, it took those henchmen a while to descend to the second floor. Enough for Kaito to cast a spell to make a copy of themselves.

The bear stood close by, now brandishing a polearm stolen from a nearby display, instead of, you know the old-fashioned maulings and biting.

"That's very human of you. And piked weapon?" the elf groaned. "Why does everyone in this country so obsessed with polearms?!"

[Assistant]
The breakfast went on... and on... and on... What's the baron saying? It's rather distorted, like trying to listen underwater. Speaking of the baron, he's so round. A giant hamster sat at the head of the table, munching on a piece of oversized lettuce. Then suddenly the wall broke down in a shower of rubble, where a massive lindwurm entered with a deafening roar. The oversized lizard kept roaring for a while, spittle flying all over the place like rain. Yvonne covered her face to shield it from the worst splatter, peeking once it's over to see captain and the others surrounding the beast with long pikes. It's cornered, good. The mercenary hefted her own pike, aiming for the face as she-

-fell right through the earth, into the deepest pit of the void, jolting awake just as she unceremoniously tumbled on to the cold floor.

She caught the tail end of the fox's instruction. Blinking the confusion away, her body moved before her mind fully caught up as she briskly moved and plastered her back against the wall. A glance around. Table full of sleeping people, including the baron. The table itself was a mess, as if someone had tried their best to flip the entire thing. A fast-approaching stomping from the stairs. The exit closed shut. Huh, they've been had. And if none of them started dropping from poison, the food must've been a distraction.

"Polearms are great, Sparky! Stab the foes while remaining safely far-ish away, what's not to like?"

[User]
"I prefers muh stick, bu' dis'll do. If'n I's gonna do a feller in, it gonna be done like a man. I ain't no beast girl. Ain't ya been payin' attention? I's only half bear."

He gruffed and took position near the wall opposite the others, where he would get full room to swing when cracking heads.

"O'er half's man. Don' be fergittin. We kin talks about it la'er, af'er we kicks sum good-fer-nuthin's butts."

"Naptime's o'er ol' timer. Ya kin sleep when ya dead." He huffed at Reinhold, before gently prodding him in the butt with the point of his new toy.

[Assistant]
Solomon Sparrow
Location:  Fanghorn, Kindeance

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 Well, Solomon was right. The whispers were nefarious. Intense whispers led to a harsh scream. Be it magic or otherwise, it gave Solomon the impression a banshee. It didn't matter too much. He considered himself lucky. A lich never sleeps. As for the staff, the baron, and some of his party members, they fell as their minds went unconscious. For what felt like an uncomfortably long time, the room became eerily silent. And then Cedar almost drowned in oatmeal, and Yvonne fell out of her chair.

 Kaito seemed unaffected by the spell as well, quickly thinking of a plan to hide, casting perfect duplicates with his illusions. Rather than hide straight into the wall, Solomon's body became black, resembling the shadows he commanded throughout the morning, and merged within the shadows of the room, leaving not a trace of him even if the illusions were not present. He also willed for August to engage. Not to enter the keep, not for now. Instead, August was going to keep the mages dismantling Cedar's mana pools busy. He was to stealthily restore the mana pools Cedar had planted from below the earth. By doing that, he was allowing the thorny vines to resume rapidly growing. Hopefully in this way, those mages would be too occupied to lend aid to the men inside the keep.

 As for the troops already making their way down, Solomon didn't have time to prepare any of his usual antics when it came to conflict. Appearances were made to be kept, and the enemy unknown. Furthermore, he didn't have time to summon a more combat oriented ally. So far the only thing that kept him in the room was the unknown entity's ability to detect shadows, and him leaving might prematurely reveal Kaito's illusions. He wouldn't be the first to act. If opportunity arose, he might be able to use the soldiers against themselves, if not summon another undead ally.

[User]
[GM Post]

The stomping behemoth of a man turned the last corner, a flash of rippling muscles and violently red warpaint appearing for a split second before he triggered the magical arrow. The hall shook from the shockwave, but from it the large man emerged with a bunch of laceration on the surface of his skin but otherwise looking none worse to wear.

Curiously, not a droplet of blood could be seen flowing out of the wound.

"Gahahahaha! Now that's a nice warm welcome! Come-" He blinked around, looking at a table full of sleeping people. There's a mix of actual sleepyheads and illusion, including Chounan with a bowl worth of oatmeal dripping down his head and on to his lap. "Oh COME ON, they are ALL asleep?!"

The clear disappointment was palpable in his voice as he lowered an oversized, rust-brown greataxe he was brandishing.

Hidden beneath the false wall, Yvonne had to suppress a groan as she saw who exactly had just walked in. Great. Of course it's this asshole. No wonder nobody heard about him lately, he ran off here. Would've been great if he died in a ditch somewhere, but it's plain that evil never quite dies.

"...wait, then where'd that trap comes from?"

[Assistant]
A hulking brute of a man emerged, seemingly unscathed, from the smoke and dust of the explosion.

He was clad in little more than red warpaint and a tatty and stained loincloth, brandishing a rather oversized broad axe. For some reason, seeing an axe rankled Cedar's fur more than it should have, conjuring many memories of having to bludgeon foolish lumberjacks who had set eyes on trees they shouldn't, and bringing memories of his father lecturing him about not killing people, no matter how big of an asshole they are, unless you really and truly mean it.

("No matt'r haow big 'n dumb they is, Ya's big 'nuff ta prolly keel em in one hit if'n ya ain't careful son...")

The memory of that first day helping his dad keep order against 'poachers' strolled through his head completely unbidden.
("I's seen what yas did wit 'at deer 'odder day... Good work 'ere-- Proud a ya...")

He remembered. He had found a deer with an arrow stuck through its hock, where a village hunter had tried to shoot it, but it had bolted at the last minute, getting hit in a non-critical, and escaping with the arrow lodged in. He remembered that he had just learned how to heal injuries from Flo a few days before, and the opportunity to use the magic had been real exciting for him. He had coaxed the frightened and injured beast into letting him treat it, but was unaware his dad had been watching. His ears burned a little in embarrassment at the memory.

("But no ma'aer how good yas gets wit' 'at, no magic in'a worl' kin brings back da dead. Only keels a fucker when yas real damn good & sure. Naow, le's show 'is 'gentleman' da 'error' o' his ways, eh?")

(Only if I really and truly mean it...) he thought to himself.

Silently, he expertly flipped the pole-arm upside down, so that the blunt end was up, then aimed his shot, making a wide and hard sweep across the side and back of the man's knees. The hit had much more resistance than should have been there; like striking a stone that had a thin coating of dirt and moss. Not stopping from the anomalous impact, he continued the motion with full body momentum, whirling then bringing the bladed end down hard over the man's hands and forearms where he has holding the haft of the large axe.

(I can totally fix mangled arms and legs, Dad.) he thought bemusedly to himself, before allowing his momentum to body-check the man into the table.


[System]
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Alias: Reinhardt; Miss/Lady/Lieutenant Reinhardt; Ma'am; The Angel of Humanity.

Species: Human, Titan-Shifter.
Gender: Female.
Age: 25
Height:
* 5' 6.5" (Human).
* 14 m (Titan).

Relatives:
* Unknown Family.

Residence:
* Utopia District in Wall Rose.

Occupation: Huntress (formerly); Veteran Survey Corps Member/Soldier (currently).
Affiliation: Survey Corps; Scout Regiment.
Former Affiliation: Unknown.

Hair Color: Platinum-Blonde.
Eye Color: Blue.

Personality:
Sarah has strong, independent, survivalist-like instincts. Despite her dark and shady past, Sarah shows to be incredibly mature and level-headed for her age, having to remain calm most of the time, and hardly ever seen angry. However, if provoked, her temper proves to be absolutely vicious and aggressive, typically seen in how she presents it when using physical violence. In spite of this, mentally, she's a very methodical person, who almost-always analyzes a situation before making any advances, though she does not always find it necessary, when conflicts arise.

After waking up, with the powers of a Titan, and no memory of her early life, Sarah gives off a rather cold, almost-stoic expression. As she claims to always have a hard time making friends, she presents herself in being more socially awkward than antisocial, in spite of preferring to be left alone and using her own resources. For those who know her personally, due to all of her time fighting and fulfilling her purpose, she hasn't really spent a lot of time being social. Because of this, her way of kindness is often very distant; she prefers to study people before letting them get to know her.

However, despite her toughness, this doesn't mean she won't possess a more vulnerable side, especially when managing to make connections. In fact, she is so noble, maternal, and loyal on the inside, she will give protection, comfort, and reassurance to anyone who needs it, often making others see her as an "angelic" being; giving her the nickname "The Angel of Humanity". It's because of this that Sarah is a fierce, stubborn, and determined fighter. She will do anything for the survival of herself and others, to the point where she's constantly finding ways to get out of predicaments.

Abilities:
- Omni-Directional Mobility Gear & Blade-Wielding:
Sarah is so excellent at using the omni-directional mobility gear, one could say that there were rumors of her having to be personally-trained by Levi, or if she ever used it before joining the military. Regarding this, she would rather not tell. This is also debatable in her skill to wield and throw bladed weaponry, though most of it was leaned towards her past training during her hunting years. Her level of experience is just about rivalled with Mikasa; if not, better.

- Martial Arts:
Even before joining the military, Sarah Reinhardt was trained extensively in hand-to-hand combat, having to do feats that'll allow her to overpower others, as it is also extended in her Titan form, which makes her all the more dangerous. Considerable in her peak physical condition, she is also a fast athlete with great reflexes in her maneuvers.

- Hunting Intuition:
Sarah was a trained-hunter back in her early years, during her time of living outside the Walls. She learned how to trap her targets, and educate herself on the edible, medicinal, and poisonous plant life. This skill has also been proven useful when pursuing and avoiding Titans, even while operating as one.

- Power of the Titans:
Sometime in her early years, Sarah acquired the powers of a Titan-Shifter, which made her become referred to as the "Pale Titan". Standing at fourteen meters, she easily dominated pure Titans, overpowered a few veteran Survey Corps members (who attacked her out of fear and confusion), and even rivalled herself with other Titan-Shifters. Since she appears to be far more experienced than Eren Jaeger in her Titan form, she managed to possess a variety of special powers and abilities that not even he could withhold, like her ability to harden her skin and regenerate certain parts of her body, similar to the Female Titan.

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[User]
Sarah Reinhardt
(サラ ・ ラインハルト)
Sara Ráinharuto

Smoke. Smoke everywhere; flying into the dull air of the Trost District. Living shelters have been crushed. A few blood splatters leftt behind on ground; both human and Titan. Pieces left behind in dust and the essence of the living now deceased. Her dull but impressionable blue eyes looked, as she perched herself on one of the rooftops, already finding herself staring down at the unknown Shifter before her. They just happened to cut the person out, and for the rest of her fellow warriors to terminate the remaining giants that surrounded the now-unmovable form, hunching over a giant boulder. A silent prayer came from her, right as the wind gently blew through her short white locks, and her green 'Wings of Freedom' cape. She had to question herself: Just who was that shifter?

So far, nothing came up to anyone and, as far as she knew, she was chosen to perform such a dangerous task; one of the many reasons of joining the Survey Corps, right to the point of joining up with the Scouts. The task itself was confidential, but her secret wasn't. Commander Erwin was the one who found her in her Titan state, and just by that look in his eyes when she sprouted from her giant form, he spared her, and kept the secret between him and Captain Levi. That's right, the Captain Levi; humanity's strongest soldier. That's not to say that Sarah was never in the same rank; she was just too valuable for anyone's expense.

A cold flare rose from within her soul, just as a roar came from behind her, while she stood atop the roof of a building. Sarah turned halfway around, and coldly looked upon a ten-meter, standing right above her. "Hmm", was all she said, while she narrowed her blue eyes, and slightly tightened her thin lips. 'I try to enjoy a nice moment of sightseeing, and this is what I see: A very ugly welcoming committee' , she thought to herself amusingly before tightening her grip upon the swords in her hands. Just as the giant was about to stretch out its hand, Sarah allows it to miss its mark completely, right as she launched a hook, and propelled herself around, right over its shoulder, where she was right above its nape. Turning her blades around, so they were outwards, she plunged herself right at its mark. A few of its blood splatters hit right upon her cape, right as she landed on the flat ground, before the giant corpse fell before her, right at her feet.

[Assistant]
Virtus Caelum
Virtus watched the scene from a roof of a tall building. He was standing beside a man slightly taller and skinnier than him, Tushar Feldt. They could be seen talking back and forth. Tushar had joined the Survey Corps at the same time Virtus did. He immediately started to cling to Virtus for his apparent strength and focus to become better and stronger. It was inspiring to Tushar and he wanted to become stronger like Virtus. Everyone in the Survey Corps was strong. Not everyone could join such an elite team of people, but Virtus, he had some kind of strength beyond the norm.

Tushar's father was still alive and in the Military Police Regiment. When he grew up, he wanted to be like his dad, but after a while he wanted more. He wanted to go beyond on the walls and explore the outside. The Survey Corps offered that.

When Sarah had downed the titan, Tushar spoke up almost to a yell, "Well done lieutenant!" Tushar didn't expect anything less. Her face also showed no sign of struggle through out the entire thing.

"She never has an issue killing a titan, her skill is too much." Tushar said looking down at the lieutenant with admiration. He looked up to her, and to Virtus.

'Hmph' is the sound Virtus made acknowledging what Tushar had just said.

"Admit it." Tushar joked, "You admire her too. She's not that bad looking either." Tushar pointed out trying to get a reaction out of Virtus.

Virtus looked at Tushar, "She's the leader of our team. That's all she is." He said.

Tushar rolled his eyes, "Whatever, you're just a hard ass sometimes." He argued.

Virtus ignored his comment barely making a grumble, looking down at the lieutenant, waiting for the next move to be made.


[System]
Appearance:

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 150 lb
Hair Color: Ash grey
Eye Color: Black
Age: 16

Personality:
Ugnis is a hedonistic pacifist, preferring to talk things over a cup of tea instead of fighting. Normally with an amiable personality, he gets along with many types of people and can force himself to be absurdly optimistic if the situation is too dark for him. This lax personality, however, masks his separate half that made him a successful mercenary. When he stops covering his eyes with the band, Ugnis switches to an extremely aggressive and almost psychopathic persona.

Weapons: Aegis - A long, extremely heavy, hilt-less sword with a three edges due to it's unique triangular shape. It has a foot-long grip, with a 4 1/2-foot blade that tapers to a point on the top.

Abilities:
Utilizes supplementary wind magic and offensive fire.

Tailwind - Creates a decent breeze from behind, making it easier to move forward and allowing projectiles to go further than normal.

Blaze Charge - Temporarily charges a weapon with magic, cloaking it with fire for one strike. Requires contact with the weapon.

Flame Rip - Ugnis rips forward and upward along the ground with his charged weapon, sending out a short-ranged cone of fire.

[User]
The bear's roar didn't even phase the Taskmage, as Atreides used as a title as often as his own name, letting the beast focus its attention on him, and him alone. Of course, the rest of the present mercenaries and hunters present ganged up on the distracted creature and bring it down to its knees, the gem falling from its eyesocket. The thing limped away, already dying as it seemed the gem was fueling its survival. Sable would take care of the gem, probably, that bear was dying regardless of what it did. He quietly chased the creature, flames vanishing from his arm and sword, disappearing into the shadows of the forest, chasing the thing's wounded trail. It didn't take long to find, the exposed ribs and damage having slowed it down.

"Don't know what the hell happened to you, creature, but you won't last long. Going to keep fighting?"

It had not intended to continue the fight, but cornered it did, roaring and lunging at the Taskmage who had previously been sheathed in fire. One blow later, however, and it slammed into the ground behind the Taskmage, unmoving. Atreides cleaned the blood from his sword, shaking his head. Whatever had wounded the beast so and left that relic in its eye was cruel. Oh well, it was out of its misery now. Atreides started walking back to where the others were no doubt going to be squabbling over the relic. Frankly put, he was more vested in helping Sable then the relics themselves, but it was irrelevant either way. Arms in his coat pockets, he walked back to see how the petty squabble was going on, starting the same irritating whistle that he had been doing prior to them running into all those people.

[Assistant]
Mal grinned as he felt brittle bone crack beneath his fist, but then he felt it shake beneath him as the earthen hands grabbed at the bear's side. He called back his chains, wiping one hand across his forehead to deal with access sweat as he panted while they returned.

 When he looked back, however, he caught the emerald gleam as the relic dropped from the creature's eye. The bear itself was shaking beneath him as it broke free of the rock's grasp, giving Mal little time to react. Already he was losing energy fast. His body was at the verge of aching as his adrenaline started to pewter away.

 He figured he could get two more commands in maximum, and that was giving up the strength and speed of the spirit to do so. He took a deep breath, and the mark's heat dissipated as the growing spirals returned to its point of origin. Then, with a quick glance at what was in front of him, and his hands firm on the two chains as they looped around his waist, he leaped off the giant creature and called to his chains.

 "Crowley, reach for the tree!" Mal shouted and the chain on his right complied. It stretched towards the bark and slammed the sharp point into the tree's side. Then, as his right hand grabbed the links firmly, he called the chain on his right into action, "Naga, grab that relic as we swing by!"

 His right chain pulled taut as his feet neared the ground. The left chain rushed forward towards the gemstone, and Mal's eyes widened as the girl in red leaped towards it from the tree.

 There was a split-second difference. It was still everyone's game, he told himself, but he knew that there was no way he'd have enough energy after this encounter to defend it feasibly. He really should've saved on the energy before coming here. Then again, he had not expected resistance.

 Or competition.

[User]
"Hmm?"

Midst the surge of spells stunning and suppressing the bear, Ugnis heard something like a small rock bouncing off the ground towards him. Unable to tell and curious as to what it was, he spun his leg out towards it and scooped it with his foot towards himself with surprising finesse and accuracy as he heard Sable and a chain lash out at it. But upon snagging it, Ugnis felt a dark, familiar pulse echo through his body and mind. He cringed slightly and started taking short, quick breaths. Was this what made that bear go wild? "I-is this a relic?" Ugnis asked with a slightly shaky voice. "This is... dangerous." He had no interest in the Relics or money in the first place and, now that he'd come into contact with one, had become absolutely clueless as to why anyone would want to collect them. Like dried skulls. Those are weird people.

[Assistant]
Mimi's attention turned to the bear as it scampered away. Perhaps it wasn't so fierce after all, the poor little thing must have just been angry. She didn't notice Sable leaping down, but the lanterns recoiled away so as not to impede her fall.

Something shimmered on the ground below, and she figured that must have been what Sable was after. It was certainly shiny enough to be considered a prize, and after such a riveting bout of cooperative and tactical combat it…

She paused, was the air a bit more tense?

A few people went for the gem, and Mimi had an uneasy feeling that the first person to grab it was going to make a few enemies on the spot. If a battle was to break out over it, she wanted to be out of its way. But then what of the red girl? Did she even need to worry about her? She had that burly looking man with the fire accompanying her, surely she could fend for herself with him at her side. So then, what of the others? Ugh, conflict always confused her.

As the other lanterns returned to her own platform, Mimi resigned to simply observe, and only involve herself if someone seemed in true danger.

[User]
Sable saw the hooded boy lashing out with a chain and reacted appropriately. Gripping one of her knives, she hurled it downwards to intercept the attack, deflecting the blow. Now that the air was clear, she focused her descent on snatching the Relic. The Crimson Streak could see it clearly now, reaching out for the treasure…

"There are no do overs."

What?

Caught off guard, Sable instinctive flashed her knife out, slashing once at nothing but thin air. The blade of her dagger clanked against the Relic, sending it flying towards the man with the blindfold. Landing on the ground, she wondered immediately why her legs weren't running after it.

That voice…it took her a second to realize that it was coming from her head. Or rather, it came from her head, as now she heard nothing but the sounds of the external world. How odd. It had sounded…taunting.

Sable frowned, interest in the green Relic gone for now.

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"Want…..Her….."

The voice called out again, except this time in the presence of Yem. It called out, yearning for the boy to find it, to seek it out. Then all things would be aligned once more. The voice seemed to be coming from one of the many cavernous ruins.

A faint purple glow reflected off of the walls.

[Assistant]
Yem looked at the light shining from within the ruins and frowned. He had of course heard about the purple relic as well, and he acknowledged that whatever was in there could be it, but seeking it out now was too risky. He was wounded and had spent his strength fighting the Drider. Using the amulet had saved him, but there were too many unknown factors in using it again while he was in this weakened state. It could also be another trap, or something completely different trying to lure him into its cavern. He would definetly return here later, as he could easily find his way back, but now was not the time. For now he would rest and heal and divine as much as he could about the relic currently in his possession.

He turned away from the light and, supported by his spear, began limping away through the night. He reckoned he could retrace his steps to that old tavern at the crossroads by dawn if he kept up the pace.

[User]
A curse danced on the edge of Mal's tongue as Naga hit dirt instead of the relic. As his swinging slowed, he pulled Crowley from the tree's bark and stumbled to the ground. The shadows gripping his chains dissipated in seconds as he struggled off the ground using the tree as leverage. He grinned at the scarlet warrior who knocked his spearhead out of the way as he started to pull back on the chains and work them into loops. His panting was heavy, and sweat dripped from his brow as he tumbled to the ground and leaned back against the tree.

 He scanned for the Relic. His vision passed over the rocky hands reaching out of the ground with one or two dislodged fingers, and they fell to the blindfolded man once more, who was holding the very same Relic in his hand. When the Crimson Streak's knife hit the relic, it must've knocked it over in that direction. Mal's eyes widened. He may have lost the race, but at least there was hope. Unlike the others, the blindfolded man gave off a somewhat different vibe. Maybe he wouldn't be willing to sell that power to the oppressive rulers of their world. It appeared as though the women in red was distracted by something else at the moment, but that wasn't Mal's concern at the moment.

 As he lay panting against the tree, with most of his energy expunged, he called out to the man.

 "Hey... What're you planning on doing with that relic?" He yelled from his sitting position. He tightened the chains around his waist like a belt of stone, "Coz if you weren't gonna sell it, then it's all yours..."

 He leaned back against the tree, and toyed with the idea of a nap. He could really use it, after all...

[Assistant]
Ugnis was surprised when he heard the distinct sound of a blade on the relic, but was more surprised as to why not one of the other mercenaries came after him when he caught it. "Weren't they after this?" he asked himself quietly as he took in the sounds of their breathing, the boy's notably more labored than Sable's. Ugnis understood that exhaustion would have prevented either of them from pursuing the relic, but why had the seemingly normal Crimson Streak suddenly stop and lose interest? "I suppose I shouldn't worry about it," He thought to himself, perfectly fine with not having to fend them off.

After a silent moment among all of them, he heard a shout come from the boy, posing an important question: what would he do with the relic? Noticing the breathing sleepily slow, Ugnis raised his voice. "Kid, the town's right next to you. At least try to get there before you crash for the night." He walked towards where the boy was to lend a hand, gathering the possible solutions for the question asked of him. "I don't need money, but I don't really want to keep this thing around," Ugnis thought, as he rolled the artifact in his hand, feeling the wild energy it seemed to be emitting. "I can't give it to the other mercs because they'll probably just sell it, and the boy doesn't want that to happen for some reason."

Ugnis sighed at the answer he came to. "I suppose I'll be keeping this for now." he announced, not really wanting the burden to fall on himself. Nonetheless, it felt fulfilling to have it for some reason. He'd just have to work a bit harder to stay calm. Suddenly, Ugnis remembered to do something else. "Say, what's your name anyways, kid?" He could never tell who someone was unless their name was mentioned. Thus, it became a personal duty for Ugnis to learn every person's name that he came across, especially if they were a fellow mercenary that wasn't out for his blood.