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BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): Maleficent (alter-ego); The Winged She-Elf; She-Devil, Devil's Incarnate (by Thorin); Delva, God-Mother (by Fili & Kili).
Royal Titles: Lady of Ambaróna/"Fangorn".
Other Titles: First Commander of Isengard, Sauron's Most-Trusted Servant (as Maleficent); The Watcher; Guardian of Durin's Folk.
Age: 5,739 (Looks 37-38)
Gender: Female
Race: Elven Hybrid (Sindarin and Noldor Bloodlines)
Other Bloodlines: Silvan and Teleri (Through her grandfather's relatives)
20/20 Elvish (10/20 Sindarin, 6/20 Noldor, 2/20 Silvan, 2/20 Teleri)

APPEARANCE
Face Claim: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Yellow-Green (Boldly-luminous when furious/angry)
Skin Tone: Creamy
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

Finger Claws:

Curved Daggers:

Combat Outfit:

Dresses for Two Towers/Return of the King

Wing-Cloak

PERSONALITY
OVERALL PERSONALITY
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Hobbits, Ents, Happiness, Animals, Peace, Music, Plant-Life, Training, Flying/Sightseeing, Yearly Seasons.
Dislikes: Death, War, Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Maleficent, Orcs, Sorrow.
Strengths: Fighting/Combat, Flight, Knowledge, Wisdom, Harsh Temperature Resistance, Protective/Affectionate Nature, Keen Senses, Agility.
Other Powers: Wallcrawling, Banshee Scream, Enhanced Strength, Telepathy, Telekinesis.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Loneliness, Anger, Vindictiveness, Split Personality.
Fears: Sauron, Losing Family.

Elegant | Unpredictable | Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Maternal | Observant | Intelligent

Everyone believed Saeril to be born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. In actuality, Saeril is a good-hearted, nurturing individual, who highly valued the peaceful natures of Middle-Earth, whilst having the passion to support and protect its various realms and inhabitants. Born during the First Age, Saeril is a strong-willed she-elf, and the last of an ancient Elven clan from Fangorn Forest. A very intelligent, loyal-to-the-bone perfectionist, who stays true to her word, she focuses on finding the best intentions for others, to the point of making great judgment calls, as much as willingly risking her life, in the process.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, having to be caused by the guilt and horror of her cruel and malicious deeds, as well as the amount of pain and trauma she had to endure. After being rescued by Gandalf the Grey, she was left "more Orc than Elf", while her other alter-ego "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of her corruption, still lingers within her mind. However, after Sauron's defeat, this other personality dissipated, giving back her natural Elven beauty.

The ultimate goal was to redeem and dissipate this inner darkness from within, but she never anticipated it to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons Fili and Kili, whilst having to closely bond with a young she-elf named Yavanna, whom she had grown to love and deeply care for, as if she were her own daughter. Determined to protect both the Sons of Durin and the Bright Star of Middle-Earth, Saeril will become extremely aggressive and violent, whenever someone threatens, or has inflicted any sort of harm to them; as this contrasts her more-gentle nature, she will be blunt and gladly let the offenders know the price. In addition, since witnessing the death of Fili, she will go to great lengths, if it means to prevent Kili and Yavanna from falling under the same fate.

Both as "Maleficent" and herself, Saeril is a ruthless, immensely-formidable warrior in her own right; despite withholding a certain elegance, she's truly a very deadly foe for anyone who'd dare challenge her personally. A vast majority of her strength came from the enchantment Sauron had placed upon her, as well as the supernatural connection he was able to forge between them; even while she was formerly his chief of the Isengard legion, she possessed a number of abilities that have allowed her to stand her own, and even overpower the most skilled of individuals. Due to this connection, she's able to enhance these abilities. She also shows herself to have great telepathic power; either taught or naturally inherited from her parents and/or ancestors, she can read the minds of others, conjure up visions through physical touch, and receive thoughts from a certain distance.

Saeril will not hesitate to comfort, guide, or advise others when they seem to need it. Proud, proper, and almost-completely fearless, she will never bow to anyone she disagrees with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of the trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest (Also known as Ambaróna).
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Co-parent; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Co-parent; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Lysander (Father; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; Deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kriva (Grandmother; Deceased) (Noldor Elf)
- Disgla (Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan/Teleri Elf)
- Fidnai (Great-Grandmother; Deceased) (Teleri Elf)
- Sahov (Great-Grandfather; Deceased) (Silvan Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey/White (Mentor/Friend; Alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin Oakenshield (Friend; Deceased) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; Alive) (Man)
- Lord Elrond (Acquaintance; Alive) (Half-Elf)
- Tauriel (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Haldir (Acquaintance; Alive) (Silvan Elf)
- Gimli (Acquaintance; Alive) (Dwarf)
- Thranduil Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Legolas Greenleaf (Acquaintance/Friend; Alive) (Sindarin Elf)
- Yavanna Undomiel (Friend/Daughter-Figure; Alive) (Elven Hybrid; Mortal/Sindarin/Noldor)
- Bilbo Baggins, Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Peregrine Took, and Meriadoc Brandybuck (Acquaintances/Friends; Alive) (Hobbits)
- Azog the Defiler & Bolg (Enemies; Deceased) (Gundabad Orcs)

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Saeril may have been the only one who would tell Yavanna about Gandalf's plan to depart early that morning. She, Kili, and Fili were probably the only ones thrilled that the princess was able to join them albeit secretly. Though the winged she-elf did wonder on what Lord Elrond would think about her daughter sneaking away. However, she was internally proud that their talk last night inspired her. Or did it not? Fili smiled at the newcomer, and his heart fluttered to see her smiling once again, apart from last night's experience. "In that case, your grace, be on your guard", Saeril advised once again, before the company continued moving.

A few hours later,

Across great terrain, they came across a moutain pass. The winged she-elf was nowhere in sight with them, at least not at the moment. Since this violent thunderstorm started, the conditions have turned highly dangerous upon the treacherous mountain. Now the she-elf has been here before, and it would be best if they stuck together on this one. Appearing from the deep chasm, she hovered at the cliff's edge, wearing her black horned headdress to protect her hair. As Saeril had said that previous night, her wings never tired, and she didn't struggle with pain.

"Look out!", Dwalin howled as the giant rock came flying towards them, hitting the edge of the mountain, shattering. To give them better protection, Saeril hovered herself over the group, and her huge wings covered most of them like an umbrella from the falling debris. A few rocks hit her back, but she didn't let her strength wane.

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It wasn't the first time, Yavanna had sneaked out on an adventure. Even if her father would worry; she was sure that Gandalf or someone would reassure him; she was doing a good deed. And she had longed to get out of Rivendell...seeing another bit of the world, she had not yet seen. Yavanna smiled warmly at young Fili and his brother. Before her smile was aimed at Saeril. "Of course." she said softly; with a nod towards Saeril's warning.

Yavanna had kept beside the two Durin boys, and Saeril at the front. As she led the company through the paths she knew. A few of the other Dwarfs, were glad to have new company of Yavanna along with them. But they probably would not show it, like Kili, Fili and Saeril did.

The young she-elf talked among their little group. Kili was curious about her life in Rivendell; telling him a few stories, The time seemed to pass.

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With the thunder storm gaining on them. Yavanna had her hood up again. The path across the cliffs were rather tight...so they had to go one after the other...carefully. Keeping their backs to the back of the cliffs. As a few rocks crumbled beneath them...Biblo's footing slipped...almost knocking Yavanna down with him...whom was beside him.

Kili was one of the few whom reached out, grabbing a hold of the Princess and Bilbo. Balin caught Bilbo pulling him back towards them. "Careful Master Baggins." Just then, the rocks came hurling towards them. Yavanna gasped, as she looked at Saeril worried, seeing the debris falling on her back. "Are you alright?" The young elf asked her.

"This is no thunderstorm..." Balin breathed out. Just then in the not so far distance...they could see it. A giant made of rocks, was hurling another stone.

"My god...the legends are true! Giants! Storm Giants!"


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"One of the biggest sicknesses this world has is expectation. We all expect other people to be a certain way or to do a certain thing. Most people, they spend their whole lives under the wants of other people."

Age: 11
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Date/Place of Birth: October 7th - Ennismore Gardens, Knightsbridge, London
Currently: Hogwarts
House: Gryffindor
Wand: Aspen, 9 ¾", Dragon heart-string
Patronus: Grey Wolf

Personal

Childhood: George grew up in a modest London home. His first years were spent in constant tension. Although he remembers very little, being only five when his criminal father was finally arrested, George remembered the arguing and the hushed voices. He could remember the masked faces in the living room before his parents would disappear for a few days, leaving them in the care of their relatives. George's relationship with his father is based merely on what he knew of what he'd done. His relationship with his mother had been close, not completely, but enough to substitute a healthy childhood. However, his relationship with his brother was closer. They stuck together and supported one another, despite the distance in location and now the distance in House.

Personality: George has a furious temper. Often people will find him stubborn and irritable, although this is rare at a young age. Whilst young, George is anxious and cautious, although friendly and outgoing once comfortable. He fears a great deal and expects much more of himself. Protective of his friends, he will prove to be more protective of himself and sometimes just plain selfish.

Hobbies: Duelling, Chess, Card-games and quidditch.

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As the term had continued, George had grown ever more comfortable, even though such had only been that way within their tiny triangle of friends. Now, with the news the morning had brought, he felt small, out of place and afraid. The Wizarding World was going to change before their eyes and the dense pit in the young boy's stomach only suggested exactly how much worse this was becoming.

"Do you think it's going to happen again?" The scrawny blonde asked through a mouth that barely opened. His words were almost inaudible, sapped away by the dread and fear hanging over the school; pungent. Whilst he greatly feared the loss of his friends, the lingering apprehension within twisted around a fear of his own. Before, it had always been a family affair, two or three generations at a time. Once their world shifted back toward the chaos, exactly how long would it have been before Theo and himself were presented as willing volunteers?

Sadie's arrival frightened the remaining colour from George's face, leaving the ghostly complexion to outwardly compete with the unpigmented and chalky shade of his hair.

"You can't blame him really. We've all had a shocking morning." Seine added with a smile. "They would have sent us home if it were anything serious. I'm sure they'll catch them soon." He paused before apologising to the impish kid to his left.

"Hopefully, they do," George added in a defeated murmured. He loved his parents, although he wasn't going to outwardly admit that he missed having his own father at home. George Snr was a murderer, but he was still a parent; someone George longed to return home. They all knew capture meant the end of the line: a duel to the death or the Kiss. His Dad hadn't been able to avoid them forever before, it was unlikely he'd be able to do so again.

He trudged alongside his two friends in silence, occasionally adding a note or comment to Seine's attempt at altering the mood. As they climbed the staircases towards the Third Floor, the milling crowds had begun to disperse. Transfiguration stood as their first lesson of the day and George was entirely grateful for the possibility of quietly taking notes instead of being forced to communicate.

Seine, however, had spent their entire walk trying to engage Sadie in conversation entirely separate to the news they'd received that morning; for all their sakes.

"Did you manage to finish the essay Professor Thirmin had asked for? The one on foreign object transfiguration? I was barely able to manage the two sides and we were expected to cover three." It was a rushed conversation but entirely expected considering the state of their previously comfortable schooling day.

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George looked as scared as Brennan had, but where Brennan's temper had flared, George just seemed to shrink into himself. It hurt, seeing her best friend like this. After a moment, she realized it was the first time she'd thought of George like that, but it rang true. George and Seine were the closest friends she had here. She missed her girlfriends from home, but they didn't know about this part of her, and it was difficult to feel close to them with such an enormous secret in her heart. But George and Seine always waited for her, always had a joke and a story, and she looked forward to every day they had together.

Still, best friends or not, Sadie couldn't understand why they seemed so bored by their homework.

"Um, yeah," Sadie laughed a little nervously. "It's not like it was a lot?"

One of the things that had struck her was just how more relaxed Hogwarts was. She hadn't gone to the world's most prestigious school, but her workload had been ramping up as she had been getting older, and her muggle teachers had assigned far more work than this. Sadie usually found herself going comparatively overboard with her work, but she was used to a far more aggressive pace.

"Ugh," Seine grumbled intelligently.

"I must once again remind you that you are always welcome to join me in the library after class. We can do our work together," Sadie offered, but Seine pulled a face at her.

"You spend hours there," He complained. Sadie rolled her eyes.

"We are literally learning magic, breaking the laws of physics and doing impossible things. That should make you want to study nonstop," Sadie reminded Seine. They'd had this argument half a dozen times, and she suspected they would have it until they graduated.

They'd reached the Transfiguration classroom during their bickering. Seine pushed open the door and they filed in, taking their usual spots. The atmosphere in the classroom was like a coiled spring, ready to explode with energy. Other students were shooting George dark looks, whispering, and Sadie simply held her head high. She and Seine sat on either side of George in a show of solidarity.

The whispers were silenced upon the arrival of Professor Thirmin, and Sadie sank into the rhythm of the lesson.

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The school seemed muted compared to the excited volume it lingered on most days. Such was to be expected considering the news they'd received that morning. Just like Sadie and Seine, the halls were still echoing with the sound of students discussing what mattered in the present; School. Regardless of the situation at hand, their world certainly didn't feel like it was in danger. Perhaps, however, it was. To students like both the Nott children and the Dolohov siblings, their families were finally returning home. The smallest sense of happiness lingered within, a smile he wouldn't have shared in public. All George could do, was hope his parents were still reunited as Christmas arrived.

The Transfiguration classroom felt far more constrained than it usually did. The walls felt unnaturally enclosed, despite their previously large size. He turned his eyes to Sadie and followed suit; letting the glares fall within his peripheral vision. This would all blow over soon, surely. People would forget, surely?

George was more grateful than ever and allowed himself to focus entirely on the subject at hand, in an attempt to ignore the burning sensation in the centre of his skull.

"We should explore some more of the grounds this evening," George muttered whilst the room was preoccupied with the notes at hand. "There's the east side of the Black Lake that we haven't had the chance to see yet."

"It would be cool to see if we can spot the Merpeople beneath the Lake." Seine smiled encouragingly, furthering their friend's request to remain entirely out of the view of the remainder of the school. "It's a shame we're not old enough to leave the Grounds yet. My Dad says Hogsmeade is cracking." The boy's positivity was appalling and contagious.

"I've heard good things about Honeydukes. I could ask my brother to bring us back something next time he goes." His tone quickly slid off into one of instability and self-doubt. The last few weeks had been nothing short of enjoyable; yet now George felt the mist of dread settling uncomfortably along the edges.

"You should definitely try Pepper Imps, Sadie." Their more cheerful friend returned with a grin wider than necessary.

George let the two of them speak for a moment as he uncomfortably considered the day's news. Had Sadie and Seine not remaining his friends, he likely would have been sat alone. He'd thank them one day; when he thought as much to do so. For now, however, he meerly clutched at his least healthy thoughts and made an extended effort to remain focused on the lesson; one of which ended much longer after George had hoped- or his preception of time certainly felt off.

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Sadie frowned as George and Seine whispered during the lesson. Had the morning not been quite so awful, she might have shushed them and gotten annoyed. But with things so raw, she couldn't muster the will to be so sharp. She was already several chapters ahead in the textbook, frustrated by the snail's pace Professor Thirmin seemed all too content to set.

Suddenly she could hear the Hat humming in her head, Plenty clever…what a thirst to prove yourself. It had flashed images of eagles swathed in bronze and blue with those words in her head, and it seemed all too ready to name her a Ravenclaw before it found whatever had tipped the scales so firmly to Gryffindor. Privately, Sadie wondered if she had been sorted wrong. She loved her house, her friends, but it was frustrating, feeling so alone in her wonder.

Sadie shook her head to clear it. What was done was done—there was no resorting, as far as she knew. She'd just have to make the best of it.

"I'd like the see the squid again," Sadie murmured. She arched a brow at Seine's insistence she try some unheard of sweet. Pepper Imps? "Those do not sound good."

"Would you like to share your conversation with the class?" Professor Thirmin called suddenly. Sadie flushed scarlet, dropping her gaze to her notes. Seine had the good grace to look uncomfortable and manage a quiet 'no'. Professor Thirmin frowned but, mercifully, did not dock any points and continued on.

The rest of their lessons passed by in a rush. Sadie led the way to the lake, chattering with Seine about music. He was filling her in on the classics of the wizarding world, and seemed amused by the muggle artists she named in return. He offered to lend her records and look bemused when she burst out laughing, calling them quaint.

"Records. What are we, hipsters?" Sadie snorted, "I mean, they've got great sound quality and all, but come on. Digital is so much more convenient."

Seine looked at her blankly, and Sadie sighed.

"It's like this world is trying to stay backwards," She said theatrically, tossing her hands in the air.

The three of them were following the banks of the lake, the castle growing ever more distant. The black forrest seemed to almost beckon to her, trees rustling, and it took Sadie a great deal of willpower to remember that it was forbidden.

"We're not backwards," Seine said, sounding a little defensive. Sadie snorted again.

"You use owls for mail, Seine. Owls. Back home, I can email or text and get a response instantly. Or call someone instantly, without having to shove my head in a fireplace. I mean, magic is great and all, and I'm super happy to be here, but it's like I was shot back fifty years. This is so weird."

"We've got quidditch! And dragons!"

"I'll give you dragons."


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19Class:
Pegasus KnightWeapons:
Iron LanceFighting Style:
Can for the most part be summed up as "Move fast and break things", charging with his pegasus and stabbing things with his lance at high speeds.Personality:
Fairly friendly, though he always looks like there's a bit of sadness behind his eyes. He is cautious about trusting people, but he is just as cautious in trusting himself. He holds himself to a set of moral lines he refuses to cross.He tends to offer his opinion even when it's not asked for, especially on topics he feels strongly about.History:
Dylan was born as a bastard child of a (relatively) rich ranch owner that bought and sold trans-nationally, though he was technically in Bravura. He was lucky enough not to be disowned by his father, but he lived with his mother and his twin sister instead of with his father, who never played a major role in his life besides providing his mother with a job and home. Both Dylan and his sister were good with the farm animals, especially the horses and pegasi. When Dylan 10, one day after another, their father gave them one of his best pegasus colts, a surprising and unexpected gift. The pegasus was named Andromeda, due to an offhand joke from one of the other helpers on the ranch that the colt had the potential to fly above the stars.

For the next seven years, they took good care of the colt, and Dylan discovered he had a talent for riding pegasi, and he joined a small mail-carrying business for a time, enjoying the trips around his home country, and often taking his sister with. However, at some point, a band of rogues attacked him and his sister while they were resting for the night between deliveries. They killed his sister, but Dylan and his pegasus managed to get away mostly unharmed. He still feels like it was his fault his sister had died, and he had suspicions that the rogues that had killed her were actually very unfortunate refugees from the warfront with Panoply.

After this incident, Dylan began teaching himself how to fight, though he didn't join the army in fear of leaving his mother alone in her time of grief. He used his savings to buy a lance- he had heard this was a weapon common to those who fought on pegasi- and he taught himself to fight while atop Andromeda. Stabbing makeshift dummies he had made himself while both he and his horse were wearing cheap armor, unbeknownst to his mother of course. He never had any formal teacher however, and so his skill is effectively limited to charging and stabbing sloppily. It was during this time that Dylan began calling himself by his mother's family name instead of his father's.

Upon hearing of the reclaimers, Dylan wanted to attempt to join immediately, however his mother refused to let him join, as she had already lost one child and didn't wish to lose the other. This didn't stop Dylan from training more in his free time however, and in his mailman job, he offered to take more of the ones that would take him near the front, hoping he would get to meet the Reclaimers, and possibly show enough promise that they would invite him into their ranks. How could he turn them down if that happened?Rationale:
Dylan feels like ending the war, or at least helping end the war, would honor his sister and give him repentance for not doing more to stop her from dying.Appearance:
Standing at 5'11", Dylan is lightly built, lean but he does have some muscle tone. His hair is a unique white-silver color, and his eyes are a light sky-blue color. His skin is very white, due to the fact he has to wear a lot of clothing when flying at high altitudes, which he spends a lot of his time doing. He usually wears layers of clothing that he can easily take off or put on to stay warm. His riding is moderately sloppy, but he can keep himself on a pegasus during a rough ride. When bored, or anxious, he can be seen tapping his fingers on whatever his hand is resting on.

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Dylan Caercot, Courier Dylan readjusted his goggles as he pushed Andromeda towards the ground. He was getting close to his next stop, a village if he remembered correctly. He checked his mailbag, making sure that it was attached to the saddle securely. He would hate to lose it just before he arrived. Looking down, he saw how worn our his pegasus was, and he gently stroked the side of her neck. "Don't worry Andromeda, we'll get to rest at this next place for a while. It's our last delivery for a while." He smiled a little, and continued stroking the neck of his Pegasus as they came close to the ground, landing just out of the town.

He stopped, and blinked as he saw bodies at the edge of town, Andromeda reared, and it was all Dylan could do to not fall off. "Calm down, we'll go in carefully, figure out what's going on, okay girl?" He started gently stroking her mane again, and eased her forward, pulling the lance off his back. It felt somewhat unnatural in his hand, and he shifted a bit on the saddle, quietly and continuously consoling Andromeda. Continuing to ease her forward he didn't see anyone immediately about. "These guys don't look like normal citizens. Be careful girl." He whispered this softly between Andromeda's ears, and he felt he stir a bit while he made sure the mark on his suit that said he was a courier was visible.

Who was fighting them? A detachment from the army wouldn't of bothered come back here to a village instead of fighting at the front lines. He thought to himself, continuing on, looking out for any sudden attacks. Curiosity was getting the best of him. Maybe it was the Reclaimers he had so wanted to join a few days ago. If he remembered right they would've left the capital fairly recently, so maybe they had been staying here when raiders attacked. That though made Dylan excited, and he gripped his lance tighter as he pushed his Pegasus into a canter, much to her dismay. He knew he would soon be in sight of the fray, and he couldn't help but wonder if the Reclaimers had their own uniform, or if they dressed like the rest of the army.

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Gaius Secondus

 While Gaius waited, he could feel himself calming down into his battle mindset. He took deep, slow breaths, his heartbeat slowed, and his mind calmed. He took every non-essential thought and emotion and tucked them away, concentrating on the coming battle. He heard the combat start to rage everywhere. As soon the archers broke and ran, he and Bubbles were ready. With a nod they attacked, Jeane came out first with a taunt. While their attention and aim, was on her, Gaius stepped out, wordlessly and silently, and cast the magic he had held ready. A bolt of Elthunder struck the rear archer. He had time to cast once more, hitting that same archer to make sure he was down, before drawing his sword and charging the confused archers. He closed on the nearest archer. Gaius's first slash shattered the bow the archer was attempting to draw, and the second beheaded him. Jeane got the third. Without acknowledging their victory, Gaius ran off "Come on there are still more enemies!" he shouted over his shoulder at her. He came upon two fallen, but still alive, thieves. He swiftly and mercifully dispatched them both and waved to acknowledge an nearby dark mage, he recognized as Smiles, who he assumed had caused their wounds.

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Reflexes saved Taene at that moment, with the considerably dangerous fireball sailing through the air towards him. Without even thinking, his wings flapped very heavily upwards. The collection of frosty aura was halted very suddenly as Taene quickly lifted himself up into the air, only barely avoiding being turned into roasted scales and horns. But of course, that wasn't the end of the onslaught. Taene silently cursed when he saw him. The kid flying in on the beast, with an ax raised above his head.

"If you stand down now, I will not harm you greatly." He said in a massive voice, before beginning to prepare another breath for an attack, hoping to simply disable the kid or his beast and avoid great harm. Having hit the mage from earlier quite badly, which Taene gathered by tone of voice and word choice, the importance of precision weighed on his mind much heavier than it did previously. But if this.. child. Moved and somehow caused harm to himself, it wouldn't be of Taene's worry.

As he was deciding what he was going to do specifically, and how, the breath that was being readied for attack finished itself and Taene opened his maw wide in preparation for the shot. A gust of frosty air flew from his mouth, which was the only warning that the attacker coming from the sky had before the ball dislodged itself from Taene's throat at speeds that would make an unladen swallow jealous. The magic was aimed towards the hand and arm area of the boy charging. The hope was to cause him to drop his weapon, maybe retreat so as to avoid major injury.

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The dragon's gust of wind caught Kel off guard, but Druug was in his element. The wyvern took matters into it's own hands and narrowly evaded the ball of ice, using it's aerodynamic body to cut through the wind and only slow a bit. Kel's last site after the surprise evasive maneuver was a pure, glowing cyan followed by the most intense cold he had ever felt. To make matters worse he was now flying on a wyvern, who seemed to be flying through some heavy winds and he was getting a taste of frostbite too. Not the ideal situation. The ice grew it's way to the inside of his mask and helmet before he hand to rip it off while holding desperately onto Druug. the mask popped off and fell to the ground, shattering on impact as Druug continued his approach.

His face now fully exposed to the winds and elements was not holding up. his eyes were watering and drying out and he was nearly blind until he pulled Druug to a stop a few feet from the Dragon's face. Kel wiped away the tears running from his eyes straight back to his ears and steadied the shrieking Druug before realizing just where he was. "Last chance buddy." he said with a tinge of fear in his voice. He wasn't in this army to die, he was just looking for his sister. And if this monster was in the way of that he had to either take it out or run around him, and with all eyes potentially on him, running wasn't an option. "Counting to 3 and if you don't surrender I'll, you know, do the thing that I get paid to do." He gripped the pole ax and raised it above his head once more, and on each count, Druug flew a bit higher and further back to prepare for a dive to enhance the blow.

"1..." He backed up more.

"2..." He backed up again, putting the ax further back to get more swing.

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A confused look passed the archer's face as a metal point appeared to sprout from between his lungs. He choked and breathed his last, and Hugh maneuvered him off the point of his lance and to the ground. Killing was not something he thought he'd ever quite come to terms with, but it was a necessary evil. The feeling that he got from a dying man, the spark of life ebbing from his body and finally vanishing into whatever ethereal river guided him on...it was enough to make a man sick, at times.

Another moment, and the archer squad was all but wiped out. A single one of them surrendered, and Hugh sent the least-wounded member of the current group -Jeane- to escort him toward the convoy and tie him up. A momentary respite settled over the group as Marcus rushed to heal the last of their wounds. It wouldn't be long, the knight knew, before Nick's leg got the better of him, and they needed to make these last few minutes count. He caught a glimpse of Sanguin, Lilith, Habeen, and Kuur between the buildings, mopping up the last of a unit of thieves. For a moment Hugh dared to think that the attack had gone off without a hitch.

Then he heard and excited neighing.

Hugh whirled around to find a Pegasus and its rider just coming between two huts. Though his first instinct was to toss a javelin first and ask questions later, a quick examination accredited the idea that there was more to this one than met the eye. He leveled his lance at them and shouted, "Who goes there? You haven't the manner of a bandit."

[Assistant]
Dylan Caercot, Courier Dylan pulled back on the reins a tad sharply when he heard a voice call out for him, and Andromeda launched herself several feet into the air before Dylan managed to coax her back down softly. She was certainly jumpy today, but he couldn't exactly blame her. He looked over to the individual who had called out to him, but his eyes ended up fixed on the spear Hugh was carrying, gripping his more tightly, but he tried not to look threatening with it, that would only get him killed. Assuming these people weren't going to try anyway, that was.

Swallowing, Dylan answered Hugh asking who he was. "I'm Dylan Caercot. I'm a courier who just happened to be stopping by this town when I saw, well, this, going on. I assure you I mean no harm." That was the truth, and he pointed to the little emblem on his shoulder that was supposed to confirm this story. "If I may ask, who are you? And why are you here?" Dylan carefully kept his Pegasus partially turned from the group, so he didn't look like he was about to try and run them down. He gently leaned down and whispered to Andromeda that it'd be alright, as she was still acting skiddish.

Looking back up at the group, and the person that had made him top, Dylan wondered what their affiliation was. Were they in with the army? Or just a group of vigilantes who had come to this town to stop bandits. He had heard Hugh say that he didn't have the manner of a bandit, that meant that was who they were looking for. Maybe these were the Reclaimers? Shaking his head imperceptibly, Dylan dismissed that, thinking that the Reclaimers wouldn't be quite this miss-matched and the most unlike anything he had seen in the army. After a soft breath, he held his tongue from speaking. It was likely that Hugh would introduce himself as well as what affiliation he had with the rest of these people.


[System]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg (Human/Machine)
Specialty: Medical
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Additional: Has a bionic arm and pack on his body. The pack holds all the essentials for Advanced First Aid. The arm contains a cauterizing laser, bone saw, and x-ray scanner, including other doctor tools.
Bio: Hero grew up in a hospital owned by his family. Since the age of 4, his dad has been teaching him medical knowledge, and having him watch surgical procedures. At the age of 14, Hero is still too young to join any group to become a professional doctor, he was however, accepted into the famed Team Nova as their Medic when he skillfully saved one of its members. During that mission however, Hero lost his left arm. Team Nova's lead mechanic and bionics expert created a special arm for him, complete with all medical essentials.

[User] Hero had just finished wrapping a crewmate's burn received from working on the reactor. "You need to be careful around that reactor. You were lucky this time." He sent the crewman off and cleaned up the supplies he had pulled out. Not much had happened on the ship. It was quiet for a long time. It seemed the universe was at peace. Hero didn't know what else to do. His med bay was spotless, everything was re-organized, and the most trouble he had to deal with were minor burns and cuts. Life didn't seem to be too exciting at the moment. That was, until the captain of the ship called everyone to the bridge. Saying that we had an emergency response job and he needed to debrief all his head staff. Hero smiled, finally, there was something about to happen, and he would be on the front lines to see it. He walked to the bridge in a comely fashion, expertly hiding his emotions as he went. He wondered what it was going to be, but no matter. He would go. Once at the bridge he saluted the captain and told him that he was ready for duty.

[Assistant]
"Beep!"Beep!"Beep!" "All crew members please report to the bridge." Adrian panicked and banged his head on the table he was hiding over. Wow some master of stealth. Everything has been so peaceful on the ship recently and when it's peaceful it's boring. So being the generous person Adrian was he decided he'd steal some extra food from the cafeteria every day and give them a detective case to have fun with. Sadly this only satisfied his boredom for a little bit. There was nothing worth enough to actually steal and get a rush. The only reason he hasn't gone crazy is that he hasn't had to delve into the demon world recently to sneak into somewhere so he's actually gotten to get to know his own team for once without being in extreme pain. He's also had a lot of time to practice with his shadow blades and now he can summon them almost instantly.

"Come on a boy's got to have a little fun." Adrian pleaded to the guard that looked like someone just ate the last cookie. Probably because the last cookie is stashed away in Adrian's room. "I mean it's probably a good thing I stole some food so know you can loose some of that weight." He said while poking the guards belly. The guard was setting his plasma gun to stun, his face as red as a tomato. Then "Beep!"Beep!""Beep!""I said ALL crew members get on the bridge NOW!!!" "Saved by the bell or alarm I guess." Adrian said to the guard, that Adrian didn't think spoke English, judging by the lack of responses.

[User]
Spinning slowly in his incredibly comfortable pilot chair, Aura lay back as he watched the bridge spin around him. Closing his eyes, he silently prayed for a chance to take the ship off of auto-pilot, before slowing his spins to a halt to stare out the cockpit at the dark, empty void of space. "Blegh," he grunted under his breath; whereas others would sometimes be scared, or driven insane, by the vastness of the void, Aura simply felt disgust and boredom. It's never good for a pilot to be bored; that's when crazy stunts happen. Come to mention it though, Aura wouldn't mind a bit of crazy to replace the current dismal mood.

Fortunately for the rest of the crew (who probably weren't wearing seat belts), Aura's prayers were answered as the captain entered the cockpit, explaining that he would be calling everyone in for a debriefing, and something about an emergency response job. Though Aura was calm and silent, simply nodding and activating the captain's intercom, his thoughts were screaming and cheering with joy. No random barrel rolls today! Giving the control panel in front of him one last look over, checking that all the lights that should be on were on, the meters that should be working were working, he signaled the captain that all was good as he relayed his message over the intercom.

[Assistant]
The captain stood on the bridge waiting for his elite members to rally. After an acceptable amount of time had passed the captain looked upon the present members. 3. "There are only 3 members here!?" The captain rubbed his brow and sighed. Standing before him was his medic, Hero. His pilot, Aura, and his infiltrator Adrian. Though, this current line up wouldn't be bad considering the message he had received. "Alright men. We recently received an emergency communication from a military group a few sectors from here. Turns out that they received a distress signal from a colonizing planet and are trying to find someone to rescue them. They can't go because there commander insists that his mission is far more important and can't spare the crew. He was however, willing to pay us a decent sum of money to see if we could do anything." He looked at his little group in front of him. They all looked so excited, he guessed that they would go even if they didn't get payed. The captain kept this in mind as he played the distress signal.

"Hello?.. an..on..there?..S.S we need immedia...evac...help us plea... (Indistinct screaming in the background)"

 As you can see, you will be flying in blind if you so choose to accept this mission. If you do accept, then take the "Mighty Light" (a small fast ship equipped with photon beams and a generous docking bay) We will wait around orbit in case you need to evacuate. With that, he dismissed the motley crew and ordered Aura to take them to the corresponding sector.

[User]
Aura had dutifully got out of his seat to join the others, leaving the ship on auto-pilot for the time being while he listened to the captain. Standing beside his fellow crew-members, he listened intently to the distress signal as it played through the speakers. Difficult to pick out a lot of information, he thought to himself, his mind trailing as he tried to piece together what was going on. It's clear they're in a tight spot; after all, something had to have blocked out most of that message.

He was brought back to reality all of a sudden when he heard the captain mention the Mighty Light. Aura had always had a good time with that small ship. Oh, the manoeuvres I'll pull off with that bad boy. After having been dismissed, he nodded his head to the others before they left, and then quickly returned to the helm, leaping back into his chair taking the ship out of auto-pilot. Hearing the captain's order, Aura designated the sector in question, prepping the ship's drive core and readying it for lightspeed, following a resounding "Aye-aye captain!".

[Assistant]
Giza was surrounded by machinery and the so called operators who were supposed to work them. They kept buzzing around telling her not to touch the vital power source or don't mess with the engines and recently they came up with some bull about the captain needing her. That last part ticked her off, "We're in empty space and about to jump, don't make up stuff about distress calls!" She snapped at them and was about to upgrade their fuel lines when a higher up stepped in and gave her a look. "Heh looks like you weren't lying at all and I'm in trouble now..."

Giza scrambled into the main bridge looking the part of a mechanic, grease smudges and oil stains all over and a smell that was fairly unappealing. "So distress signal, thats real huh? I assumed that the guys just wanted me out of the left engine room.... They don't like how I keep upgrading things." She chattered nervously until she realized that she was either being ignored or stared at by everyone in the room.
"I think I missed something?"


[System]
Age: 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: At a slight and lean 5'2, the unseeming African American woman is rarely pegged as a threat. Her hair is in a small afro, though it's often kept under a hat or a hood. Her left shoulder down to her wrist is covered in tattoos of vines and flowers.

An orphan abandoned at birth, high school dropout, and foster home runaway, Arlene had always considered herself an outsider. At 16, she was living alone on the streets of Chicago, getting by on petty thievery and handouts from generous passers by. It was on those streets where she learned not only how to fight, but when to fight and how to run away when she chose not to.

She became notorious for her graffiti work throughout the city - Arlene would often paint over corporate logos or government insignias and replace them with oddly vibrant illustrations of fantastical scenes, usually incorporating mythical creatures. Her work, she would explain, was both a response to the bland machine that was mainstream society as well as the overwhelming pessimism and nihilism of anti-governmental movements and activists. Through her graffiti, Arlene was able to form numerous connections with members of the criminal underworld of Chicago as well as with the local homeless and vagrant population.

By 18, Arlene was forced to relocate out of Chicago due to increasing pressure from both the police as well as the public eye calling for her arrest. However, the only contact that could get her out of the city was a Mafia boss she had become acquainted with during her time as a rogue graffiti artist. Arlene negotiated a trade: he got her out of Chicago, she did a job for him in Ankora, no questions asked. She agreed, seeing no other methods by which she could leave the city successfully. She took all her spray cans and what little money she had in a backpack and fled for Ankora.

Upon arrival, Arlene was given a silenced handgun, an address, and a note with only five words: "Kill everyone, take the money." Arlene had killed a man before, but it had been a self-defense situation when she was in Chicago. Murder in cold blood was new to her.

Arlene tried to run and hide, hoping the Mafia would just forget about her and get the job done with other means, but within two days she was found and captured. She was given one more chance to complete the job before they had her killed. As she was out of options, Arlene had no choice but to oblige.

The address led to a house in the suburbs of Ankora, a wealthy and quiet neighborhood. Arlene slipped in through a window on the upper floor, finding herself in the master bedroom of the house. A couple was sleeping in the bed - without a second thought, she killed them both. She found the money she was supposed to take in a safe downstairs, and left the house. Arlene met up with the Mafia, who took the money and disposed of the gun, and just like that she was free in Ankora.

The following day, the news broke of her crime - Arlene caught a TV report in the diner where she was eating breakfast. The couple had been head executives at two different corporations, and the repercussions their deaths had on their companies would be devastating, but not fatal for either business. The money was allegedly drug money owed to the Mafia, which the couple had been tied to for several months already.

As such, Arlene found herself haunted by her actions, but somewhat relieved at the outcome. She had expected much worse, and was surprised that she had seemingly just tied off a loose end for the Mafia. Weeks went by, and as it became apparent that Arlene wasn't implicated in the murders in any way, she became more and more comfortable with killing.

She resumed her graffiti streak in Ankora, but it was different this time. Her art, while still fantastical in appearance, began to be darker in theme. Where once the colorful images were of peaceful landscapes and images of mythical creatures, those landscapes were becoming more and more absurd, the creatures more and more grotesque.

Arlene still stole to survive, but she found herself tending to be more violent when people got in her way, whether it was the owner of wherever it was she was stealing from, or a police officer that caught her in the act. Her violent beatdowns slowly became more and more damaging to their victims, and she had no qualms killing out of necessity or even by accident.

As time went on, she expanded who she attacked from people that got in her way to people that got in the way of others that she deemed fellow outcasts - namely, the homeless or lower-income citizens of Ankora. Be it overly aggressive police officers or petty criminals, Arlene stopped at nothing to keep "her people" safe. Often when she killed, she would display the bodies as pieces of her artwork, surrounded by her increasingly bizzare graffiti. As such, the underbelly of Ankora views Arlene as a protector, calling her "Graffiti" after her trademark. Threw this in a hider since it's a lot longer than I anticipated it to be.

Personality: She's a bit of a firecracker - a free spirit with the will and ability to just about do whatever she wants to. Graffiti doesn't really like it when things don't go her way, but unless you're trying to stop her from doing what she wants or threatening her or someone she wants to protect, it's hard to find yourself in a position where your interests clash with hers.

In recent years, she's become increasingly violent, and Graffiti is open to exploring that side of herself. The few that know her personally in Ankora think she's becoming more and more of a loose cannon, though not yet to the point where she's out of control.

Vigilante Name: Graffiti
Costume: If you can call a black hoodie, stolen black military-grade combat pants, boots, and a gasmask a costume, then that's Graffiti's costume. Sometimes she has a backpack if she needs to carry a little extra. She has a holster for her pistol on her left side, and a "holster" for a spray can on her right. Her knives are all sheathed along her left leg.

Abilities/Skills: Her main ability is that she has the speed, agility, and athleticism of an Olympic level, which allows her to move freely and quickly. Graffiti isn't inherently very strong - much of her power in a fight comes from outmaneuvering her opponent and maintaining an element of surprise in doing so. She gets overwhelmed when she's greatly outnumbered, in which case she can almost effortlessly run away.

She's a skilled fighter, if her technique is unorthodox. Without any formal training, Graffiti has learned to resort to dirty fighting in order to win. Low blows and cheap shots aplenty when Graffiti gets into a fight. Her knives come into play here - she keeps anywhere between a dozen to two dozen knives on her at all times so she can use them liberally in a fight, should she have to.

Throughout the years, Graffiti's also become quite a good shot with her pistol. She's no marksman, but she can hit a target with military precision.

She's also one of the most talented graffiti artists of all time, despite the oddity of her work.

Equipment: The pistol Graffiti carries is a silenced Sig P226 - the pistol itself was stolen from a police officer she killed, and the silencer was stolen from an illegal weapons deal she snuck in on. Her knives are mostly simple throwing knives - she doesn't use them for throwing too often, rather she uses them when she's close to someone and has the jump on them. The only knife that isn't a throwing knife is a military issue combat knife, also lifted off that weapons deal.

But while that's all fun and games, Graffiti's most prized pieces of equipment are her spray cans - in particular, the cans in which she's mixed a little chlorine gas into the paint. Typically, the spray can holster holds one of these "tainted cans," as she calls them, meant for easy access when she needs to play a little extra dirty.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Chaotic Good, though it's all down to perspective really. Ultimately, Graffiti serves herself first, and others second, and she'll do just about anything she can in order to protect herself. But since she also has a sense for protecting others, there's a case for calling her good.

Reputation: The outsiders of Ankora love her, but the wealthy and the government are calling for her arrest.

Accord Compliance: She doesn't like laws.

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The moment Lily opened her eyes, she realized she was lying on a cold, wet surface. With a painful groan, she pushed herself up to sit on the ground. The dark graveyard scene sparked her memory, one that she wished wouldn't resurface. With a trembling hand, she touched the back of her head. The caked blood was a tangled mess within her short hair, and it was then the sudden realization hit her. Jack wouldn't be there anymore to patch her up, or give her the same advice he did every time she came to him for help. She now felt cold, although Lily wasn't sure if it was because of what had happened to her or if it was due to a temperature drop. She stood up without much trouble, looking in all directions to make sure her attackers weren't there with her. After deciding it was relatively safe, she started walking back through the same path she'd used earlier to visit Jack.

A few minutes later, Lily found herself on the sidewalk, directly across a diner that appeared to be closed due to the dim lighting, but had a customer sitting on one of the tables. Or maybe it was an employee? She paid no mind to it, and instead, dug inside her bag to fetch her phone. Lily sighed and shook her head when she found out that her phone was dead, and looking up at the diner again, she decided she might as well ask them for a small favor. She crossed the street at an increased pace, even though there were no cars around. Once she reached the other side, she proceeded to walk around to the main entrance and knock on the door.

[Assistant]
Graffiti had watched the woman emerge from the graveyard and approach the diner as she munched on her sandwich. The woman didn't seem like a threat, and Graffiti had a semi-biased personal rule that women always got the benefit of the doubt, even in Ankora. If anything, Graffiti admired the woman's bravery, walking alone in this neighborhood with what Graffiti guessed was a dead phone, from the looks of it. And, hell, she was her type. Graffiti closed her eyes, simultaneously blessing and cursing whatever god made her gay in a world with such few women to reciprocate. This was a song and dance she was all too familiar with; there had been enough women in the past for her to know that her chances of striking out early were high. She did the quick math - Graffiti was maybe batting just under 0.100. She'd keep herself low-key; besides, nobody appreciated any kind of romantic advance at this kind of night. That shit was just rude.

It took Graffiti a few seconds to realize her little dive into her relationship history had distracted her; the woman was knocking on the door of the diner. That was a first. Usually people steered well clear of others in the area around the Blocks. She looked a little shaken, too, now that Graffiti had a closer look at her. She jumped up from her seat, grabbing the key to the door from behind the counter and rushing to open the door.

"Honey, are you alright? Can I help you?" Graffiti questioned, concern in her voice as she gave the woman a once-over. "Is that blood in your hair? Come inside and take a seat, let's get you put back together, yeah?" Graffiti stepped back, holding the door open and her arm out in an offer inside. By no means did Graffiti have the right to invite guests into Arthur's Diner, but Arthur would understand, she was sure. Well, he'd never know, and that was just about the same thing.

[User]
"Thank you," was all she could say as the girl showed more kindness to her than she was expecting. Lily thought that given the late hour, she'd get cursed out, or at the very least turned away. She proceeded to take a seat like the girl suggested, looking around the empty diner.

"I've had a rough night, actually. I was in the cemetery visiting a friend when I was attacked from behind after chasing down some creep. You know how that goes, right? I woke like 5 minutes ago, and aside from this wound on my head, I'm unscathed. I mean, I even have all my belongings with me. Weird, right?"

She smiled at the girl, glad to be able to interact with someone who wasn't trying to hurt her. "So you work here?" Lily asked purely out of curiosity. "I didn't mean to interrupt your meal, but I'd rather not be roaming the streets alone at this time."

As she interacted with the young girl, Lily wasn't aware of the fact that she was in the presence of Graffiti, someone she's heard about and at times admired. But the odds that Black Widow and Graffiti were to be caught together in a diner after hours were pretty slim, so the possibility never crossed Lily's mind.

[Assistant]
"Well... not an employee, no. Arthur tends to forget to lock up properly, so I help myself to some food when I'm working at night. I'm a painter, do buildings and stuff," Graffiti motioned towards her gas mask resting on the table. It wasn't particularly a lie, and it had gotten her by well enough before. Nobody really doubted the black woman with the gas mask claiming to be a laborer. She double-checked the door to make sure it was locked, and retook her place at the table. "And trust me, I know all too well what this neighborhood is like. I'm just glad you're okay. Normally girls like us end up a lot worse."

Graffiti tilted her head slightly, examining the wound on the other woman's head. "I'm no doctor, but the wound doesn't look too deep. And you're walking and talking straight, so I think you can rule out a concussion." She looked down at the table, finding a sandwich with but a few bites of it left. It was gone quickly. She wiped her mouth, disposing of whatever crumbs might have decided to stick around on her face.

"You've got a friend in the graveyard, too, huh? I'm sorry," Graffiti said solemnly. She knew far too many people in that graveyard, and did her best not to think about it. "I can walk you home, if you want. I'm just about done here, but you can take as much time as you need to get yourself settled."


[System]
Appearance:
Moderately tall, standing at 6'2". Dark of hair, kept medium length and usually in a pony tail. Athletically built, lean but not frail. Blue eyed, holds fierce expression.

Age: 320 soul years, looks approximately 16 in human years.

Gender: Male

Hair Colour: Black/Dark Blue

Birthday:May 29th

Clan/Family:Kuroda (Kurisa, you'd better approve this..)

Race:Tainted Soul(Kurisa, you remember why...)

Profession:Shinigami. Official judge of the tea ceremony club

Rank: Lieutenant of Squad Eight

Spiritual Energy Colour: Blue, with orange streaks.

Power Level: High lieutenant

Personality: If ever there was someone who is first heard then seen, Kyoichi would be it. Boisterous and carefree, Kyoichi walks his path with absolute certainty. He carries about him an air of arrogance, a sense of trust first and foremost in himself. Slightly insane, he will dive head first into any challenging situation before assessing his chances of success. All of those traits aside, he is quite joyous, often found joking and chatting idly with anyone he meets. Strong willed, he is not easily discouraged. All in all, Kyoichi is the neighborhood jokester who likes to enjoy whatever his life has to offer him, just take whatever he says with a grain of salt.

History: Every year for as long as Kyoichi can remember, there has been a ceremony held by his immediate family revolving around a sword. To him, at his young age, it just look like a blue piece of metal held up on a shrine. He simply did what he was told and then enjoyed the food his mother and grandmother took literally hours and hours to prepare. His father and grandfather carried out intricate rituals to cleanse and polish the sword, something Kyoichi was taught to do ever since he started taking part in the ceremony...

Other than that, Kyoichi carried on with school, joining any club that seeming interesting to him. Sports, literary, debate, his choices were quite diverse as he found many things to be of interest to him. His grades did not suffer because of his incessant need to find new things and unending curiosity for new subjects.

His fifteenth birthday rolled around. He finally got his chance to at least hold the sacred sword his family has enshrined for as long as he can remember. When the ceremony came to pass, everything changed. His grandfather instructed him to retrieve the sword and unsheathe it for the cleansing and polishing that was done each year. When he did as he was told, a burst of blue and orange energy poured out from the sword and was absorbed by Kyoichi. Kyoichi himself did not see it or feel it, however, everyone else around him saw it happen in what seemed like slow motion. His grandfather remembers a story told to him by his grandfather about the prophecy around the sword. One day, a child born of his roots will be able to call on the spirit that resides in the sword and carry out his sacred task. After the event, his grandfather asked Kyoichi to sheathe the sword and they moved the shrine to his room and it was kept there until the day he left for Bugei Academy.

Getting into the academy was not a huge problem as his family has ties with a powerful family from antiquity. It helped that Kyoichi had top of the notch grades and loads of extracurricular experience. On the day he was leaving, his grandfather retrieve the sacred sword personally and handed it to him, telling him about the story around the sword. He then asked him, as a final command regarding the sword, to keep the sword safe at all times and learn to use it to its fullest. Accepting the task, Kyoichi set off to start his secondary education at Bugei Academy.

One year after that, he was struck with a terrible, and odd disease. Unknown and incurable, it took him very quickly. For some reason, he felt as if his family knew of this. They did not try as hard as they could to bring him back, instead, they just let him pass.

Arriving at Soul Society, he met up with his ancestors, who were all shinigamis before him, all the way up to the patriarch, Kuroda Kenshin. One afternoon, Kenshin sat the young Kyoichi down and explained everything to him. The disease that took him was in fact hereditary, and was called Tainted Soul. Kenshin was the first to be afflicted with this, and he told him the story of his first...outburst. He also told him why his grandfather's name is Sengoku, and the reasoning behind it all.

Now that he is here, Kenshin expects his fourth generation descendent to join a proper squad and be a productive member of the Gotei 13.

Relationships/Friendships/Rivalries/Siblings:
All are still alive-
Kuroda Sengoku (85) Grandfather
Kuroda Yuuko (83) Grandmother
Kuroda Kenshin (52) Father
Kuroda Natsu (50) Mother
Kuroda Yunko (12) Sister

Other:
Pair of sunglasses, not particularly extravagant.
A old pipe and pouch, given to him by Kenshin the First

~Zanpakuto~

Zanpakuto name: The Furnace

Type:

Zanpakuto Shikai Release command: Bring to life the essence of the Living Flame!

Spirit Appearance:

Spirit Personality/Goals:
Quite serious, his zanpakuto does not bend nor does it yield. Harsh, it does not tolerate weakness. Driven, it is determined to take the title of "Strongest Fire Type" from the legendary Ryūjin Jakka.

Inner world:

Sealed appearance: Katana. The blade is tinted red, and the guard and sheath is gold. The handle is white and wrapped with a purple cloth.

Shikai appearance:A golden mace, lit on both ends with golden flames.

Bankai appearance:A large, brown mace. Lit in the middle with dark red flames. There are ancient glyphs that glow on both sides of the weapon, pulsing with the flame.

Shikai skills:
(Start off with no Shikai or 4 to 5 Shikai skills)
1. Burning Orb- Kyoichi swings his mace, firing a fireball in the swing's direction (No Cooldown, usable each post)
2. Decimating Smash- Bring his mace down into the ground, Kyoichi lights the ground around him, in a 5 feet radius, aflame and stuns anyone caught in the blast (1 post cooldown)
3. Vicious Strikes- Kyoichi swings his mace twice. If either of the two swings connect as a hit, he can immediately launch a Burning Orb at close range at the enemy (3 post cooldown)
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Bankai skills:
1. Mercurial Blast- Kyoichi fires off three empowered Burning Orbs in quick succession. These orbs will seem unpredictable, but they are truly homing blasts sent towards the enemy(No cooldown, usable each post)
2. Soul Furnace- Empowering his Decimating Smash, the radius is now increased to 15 feet, and the blast now continuously pulses after the smash at the site (2 post cooldown)
3. Reckless Swings- Kyoichi swings his mace four times and if any of the four swings connect, he can immediately chain the hit into a Mercurial Blast (3 post cooldown)
4. Bloodlust- By consuming the flames contained with his mace, Kyoichi transforms into a rage-infused monster. Each strike will lit the enemy aflame. Can only be used once per thread
5. Last Breath- Charging at his enemy, Kyoichi leads with his flame-imbued mace in a dashing attack (2 post cooldown)
6. Dragon's Descent- Kyoichi summons a dragon-shaped meteor down from the skies to strike the battlefield. Once struck, the battlefield will have pillars of flames appear randomly (Usable only when Bloodlust is activated, thus only usable once per thread)

Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills:

Skills
(Note: The skills below are the ones learned in the Academy. You may pick and choose which ones you want from what is listed below already. You can have all the skills already given to you or perhaps challenge yourself a little and Handicap your character in some area's)

Zanjutsu

Hozuri (1)
Shitonegaeshi (1)

Kido

Bakudo
#1 Sai (1)
#4 Hainawa (1)

Hado
#1 Sho (1)
#4 Byakurai (1)
#31 Shakkaho (1)
#32 Okasen (1)
#33 Sokatsui (1)

Hakuda

Tessho (1)

Hoho

Shunpo (1)

Total points gained:
Total Points Spent:
Mission log:
Points spent and skills gained:

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@Kurisa
Aya Oda
Aya after getting her pole fixed since her cousin went and fucked it up with the whole cutting it down, she would begin to feel the ground shake and watch her pole fall back down. "GOD DAMNIT!" She shouted and listened to the voice that sounded. "Wait wha?" She muttered before the blinding light and then..... nothing. She was in the same spot as last time and would look around confused. "Im kicking whoever caused the fucking earthquake, and I'm making him fix my damn pole." Aya mumbled walking away a bit but stopped when a shockwave went right by her face and a ton of debris that Shinzo himself caused. Aya just dodged all the flying wood and look at the gaping hole and walked into his office and stared at Shinzo who was alone after Juki left. ".... He owes me a new pole. Did you mention my pole? The pole is very important."
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@Phobos@Kurisa
Ike
"Oh just great, they taste amazing at first, then after you ingest the flavor into your system long enough then its just food that you eat." Ike said answering her on how they tasted. "Oh wait, I'm suppose to promote everything like a good worker does. Lets see hmmm. Oh yes, they are just the perfect blend of flavors. Even though I work back there he doesn't tell me nothing about how he makes them, truly C is a god at making dumplings." Ike said giving a wink and thumbs up to Yakima before slouching back at his table, after shoving a dumpling in his mouth.

[Assistant]
The time is now half past five, for anyone that is observing. For Kyoichi, it seems as if time has been standing still for as long as he has been inside that temple. The monk, acting as if nothing was out of place, stood still with his staff in his hand. "Your forefathers would be ashamed. It has taken you, a supposed prodigal child, too long to understand the meaning of my words. One must flow like the mighty river in order to temper the flames that burn within. Take that to heart, child, and you will find that your skills grows five-fold. Until then, you must receive these rods in penance." The monk said, moving in a shunpo-esque motion. Kyoichi, still befuddled, was trying to raise his sword to block as fast as he could. However, the monk's staff struck hard and true, literally beating Kyoichi all over the ground.

Finally, after what seemed like hours of beating, Kyoichi stood up and paced back, eyes fully closed. "Flow...like water..." He said. His reiatsu, to those that can see it, seemed calm but still containing that sense of wildness that he has always had. With one deep breath, he opened his eyes and said "I understand now, master Monk." He held his sword loosely in his right hand. "Then come and test your understanding, baka disciple..." The monk said, displaying a wild grin that is not supposed to appear on a man of spirituality.

Taking one hard step forward, Kyoichi shunpo'ed towards the monk and swung his sword arm upwards at a 45 degree angle. The monk instinctively moved to his right to dodge, only to receive a downward slash on his right shoulder from Kyoichi. "Hm." The monk said, swinging his staff to bat the sword away. Retracting his sword, Kyoichi swung it horizontally at the monk. The monk moving once more to dodge, this time simply moving backwards. However, Kyoichi had switched his sword hand to his left and had thrust the sword forward, piercing the monk at the sternum. "Very good..." The monk said before disappearing in a puff of smoke...

Reappearing uninjured, the monk said "You, after many tribulations, have passed my test, you may pass to face your next task, which will be more difficult and will require you to utilize what you have learned here to pass...Also, say hi to the old man you'll meet for me. Simply tell him the monk says hi, he will understand..." Kyoichi, sheathing his sword, said "I will, master." Giving a full bow, he gathered his things and moved on, past the temple and into the mountain path behind it...

Flowing like water, Kyoichi is finally learning how to tame the fire that burns within him...


[System]
Nickname: CAS
Race: Half Human, Half Ronso
Age:19
Notable Parents:None.

Appearance:

Skin Color: Pale White.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Eye Color: Hazel Green.

Proportionality:
shoulders 6in
Chest 12 in
Waist 8-10in
thigh 10-12in
Buttcheek 8x10in
wrist to tip of middlefinger 7 1/2 inches.
pinkie starting digit (base of hand before extending to finger) to thumb digit 4inch
feet (as in my feet) 12 inches

upper arm (weight )3 inches
lower (forearms) 2 1/2 − 3 inches
wrist 2 1/2 − 3 1/3 inches
elbow to wrist 11 3/4 inches
Shoulder to elbow 12 1/4 inches

heel to knee 15 inches.
Knee to thigh 16 inches.

height 5'11 to 6ft.
6 1/2 inches from collar bone to chin.
7 inches from one end to the other (Left to right)

crotch to waist (curves) 9 inches.
waist to belly button 4 1/2 inches
waist to chest (where ribs start) 12 inches
chest to neck 9 inches

Height: 5'11 to 6ft
Weight: 175lbs.

Personality: He is a Snide, Cynical, Sarcastic, Inquisitive, but a logical person who does rarely care for many. He does however try to be considerate, but has a grey sense of morality. Sometimes very leader like mostly because despite his weakness he is strong willed.

Job: Alchemist,Monk/Pugilist
Weapon: Atelier- A Handcannon developed by the Al-Bhed to extract minerals and combine items. Does not fire bullets.
And a Dagger to small Hammers.

Primary Weapon Function: It extracts items from the ground or water to air. Compresses said substances into balls, gems, and gels. These can be used as items that are defensive, offensive, or a restorative to some sort of debuff, buff, to being used by crafters to make new items or weapons.

Secondary Function: Can be used to charge up energy to attack with laser bolts or beams if charged up. Or can use some gems or items as a spray.

Armor: Light, typically blue and black, pretty much a wetsuit with a Harness of some sort to hold his items and weapon.

Weaknesses: Born Anemic, thus at times he is dizzy and or tired. Flat footed, thus his feet hurt and cramp up easily. Has Asthma; thus shortness of breathe at times. His weapon can be slow at times even if he himself is fast. Not very strong, and the Ronso frown on him.

Strengths: Very fast moving, silent walking and running do to him constantly walking using the tips of his toes. Surprisingly accurate. Pretty fluient in Al-Bhed because of his friend Vivvine. Wears a wetsuit for diving.

Backstory: Was born as the result of his mother being indebted to a Ronso. During the Pregnancy she established a connivance store with some of her connections; as a result business flourished enough for her in Luca with her secure shop and constant produce with her trade with the Al-Bhed and Guado.

When her son was born, the father had returned to his homeland, however she was not stricken with grief, she had the luxury of trade, friends, security, and welfare. Her child grew to not knowing his father, and he was okay with that.

She took her son to see Blitz ball games only to discover he rather be active than sitting in a bench watching people hold their breathe for extrenious amounts of time. So rather than make him sit stationary, he helped attend to the shop and run errands, of course he always had a Machina following him to make sure nothing bad happened.

As the years went on, and he reached the age of four-teen. He wanted to go with his friend Vivvine to the Highroads and use an Atelier with her to help mine and learn how things work. His mother was okay with this for she rather him have some experience.
To their surprise he was quite good at finding things to bring back, it did help increase profit with two people rather than just one.

By the age of 16, his heath had deteriorated due to his hereditary ailments he was born with. His mother decided to have him go to Beside to get fresh air with theory that he may find help and healers there to help with his ailments. To his surprise his heath improved as he lived in Beside for the next three years. Currently he is still procuring items with his Atelier.

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Machina Name: Helios

Height: 1'7
Weight: 20lbs

Abilities:
Healing Ray - Potent heal. 20% of Energy
Party Heal- A weak version of healing ray. 35% of Energy
Restore- Revive ally at low heath. 70% of Energy
Doctor's Prescription - cures ailments. 40% of Energy

Illusion - Projects a holographic image that can distract fiends. 20% of Energy.
Taunt- Recons an enemy to try to attack him. 0% of energy.
Scan- Can read enemy vitals and possible weaknesses. 0% of energy.

Weaknesses: Most of the ray based moves are dependent on Cassius' energy charge.
Weak in terms of defense. Easy to knock down and stagger. Lightning staggers him.

Strengths: Fast, hovers, evasive. Energy efficient. Lightning can be used to power him. Easy to power up.

[User] "I completely agree with that sentiment." Bohdan said in response to the first thing Cassius had said. He followed Cassius' words as well as he could, a lot had been said in a short period of time. He listened eagerly, as this new knowledge satisfied him better than any meal Caissius or his friend could offer. "There is likely a great deal I should like to ask you," Bohdan began "but this is the first time I've ever heard such a thing about Macalania. What exactly do you mean?"

[Assistant]
He folded his arms. "Well, from what I read, it was dying after the calm rolled in; I however could not find the details as to why or what aside from Forest spirits fading or something. It sounds a bit too supernatural for me. In short... I could not tell you. I mean... these were passages wrote years ago. Some details about the events were odd, and the writer never says his or her name... just events and the perspective. Like, it talked about how the Guado and Meister Seymour ordered the attack on the Al-Bhed fortress like structure called 'Home' and how there were monsters... The Religious extremist are a bit... nuts." He chuckled.

"There was another passage about how Seymour killed a great many of the Ronso... Basically dark history. To the basic consul betrayals of Bevelle. To even the unsent being part of the council... Which would scare anyone. All I can say is the passages were interesting, but I wonder who this swimmer was. This person was brave and deserves respect. As do the locals of the village seeing as most listed in this book I read live here." He pondered who the person was.

"But... most of my knoledge is restricted to this book. Yevon is not as peaceful as people would like to admit.. But... There are still worshipers." He said flatly as he placed a hand under his chin; looking down with such a look that made him question if he was truly safe with such a group around him in earshot.

"Perhaps a change of topic while we wait on the food...?" He turned back to Bohdon. He was truly enjoying his company.

[User]
After Gippal answered her he looked to Urick with a concerned look. Urick shook his head and then nodded towards the exit, at which Gippal gave a small appreciative smile in thanks. He didn't understand why suddenly both Nai and Alex left, did it have to do with Eva? He shook his head when he looked to the Fayth, who now spoke to the woman in front of them.

It only took Gippal a short while to run back to the entrance. Only to find Lady Yuna and Lady Lulu talking with Alex and Nai, who was crying. A concerned look came on his face at seeing this. He walked down the steps towards them.

Yuna looked up into Alex's eyes and held a confused look for what she was saying. She was very distracted by the fact the silent halls of the temple now rung with the hymn of the fayth once more. She simply healed her hands with a Curaga and allowed her to leave. She looked to Lulu and said, "Ill go on ahead." At which Lulu nodded in thanks and turned to Naisha. Yuna then hurried up the stairs and stopped at Urick. She looked him in the eyes and asked, "Is anyone else hurt." At which Urick said, "No m'am." She let a sigh of relief and touched his cheek " You boy's always start trouble when you arrive." She then hurried up the stairs and towards the Fayth's chamber.

 Lulu spoke to her student, "What's wrong Nai..." She rested a hand on her cheek to wipe away the tears. "What happened down there? Are you hurt? " Lulu started to sound like a mother... as though she was a teacher to Naisha, she still considered her as a daughter she didn't have. She looked up at Alex as she complained about being hungry and tired. " Then you shouldn't be running into the temple and yelling and punching ice slabs." she said with a small hint of an amused smile.

It was this point Urick walked up to the three of them... His fingertips running back and forth on the palms they were connected to, as sweat ran down his face. "Are...Are you two ok?"
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"Saina..." She said with a smile. "We called you, so you will help stop him..." She pointed lightly towards Eva and Gippal. "This meeting was important for all of spira... travel with them, and through this you will find your clue at Macalania temple..." She smiled one more time and slowly faded away, till she was gone. Only her song still sung, while her Statue continued to glow.

Gippal waited a few moments and said...." Wait a moment, she came back to have you meet us?" Were they speaking of the same guy he was thinking of? From the crap he's done he wasn't actually surprised. But still surprised at the fact they managed to come back on their own....if that was the case, maybe he did bring them back....yet they are fighting him somehow.

This was the point Yuna made it to the chamber. "What in Yevon happened here Gippal?" She looked to Eva and the other woman. "Who are these two?" She did note that the Eva was dressed similar to how she dressed when she fought Sin. And the other woman seemed to be....Familiar, someone she should know, but her face was foreign to her, but her presence. Also reminded her of the days with Sin...

She didn't wait for an Answer as she moved forward and crouched down to feel the glass of the now glowing statue of Valefor. What was going on? She sent all of the Aeon's to the farplane 25 years ago. She defiantly felt Valefor's presence here now. She looked up to the others. "Well tell me!"

[Assistant]
Bohdan nodded. "I've heard about some of this. The near extermination of the ronso, of course, was hard to miss for obvious reasons. But what you're saying about the Macalania woods and the spirits who are supposed to live there still interests me. I believe I know where I'll be heading after this." In truth Bohdan wanted to get up and leave that instant, but he wouldn't dream of disrespecting his host. He wasn't even completely sure what had suddenly gotten him so impassioned about those woods. Sure, he'd planned to visit them, but they weren't somewhere he'd always dreamed of going. Perhaps he felt as though the world couldn't afford to lose the forests as it knew them, and only realized it now. He wasn't even sure what he'd do when he got there. 'Stop it' seemed like a clear choice, but he was already sure he couldn't. At any rate, they were something he wanted to see, especially if he might not always be able to.

"As for a change of subject..." Bohdan had to think on that. He had never been much of a talker, and while he liked his new host well enough and wanted to show him respect, neither of those things were enough to make him better at conversation, something he was beginning to realize he had no natural talent for. "Perhaps I could tell you a bit about what I did before I got here. It's not likely to be too interesting, especially not to someone who lives in a village which, as you said, is home to so many far better warriors. Adventurers, even. But I have been on the roads for two years. Mostly just the main ones, granted: as I said up until this point I've mainly been working to get the funds to travel to places I'd actually hoped to see, but I did fight fiends, for what that's worth. Perhaps you could ask me about that."


[System]
Age: 30

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6'2" with black hair and blue eyes. White skinned. Noticeable facial hair at the chin and finely trimmed. Sporting a more Westerly appearance with a short and thin leather duster coat, white button-up shirt with a popped-out collar and a loose scarf-like tie, dark faded blue jeans, and boots.

"Shh, I'm focusing...And trying to look intimidating."

Like many of the Societas Academia, Travis has a very good understanding how magic functions and how certain spells are performed. Being an Untalent however, much of what he has learned is unfortunately outside of his realm of implementation and only gets by with the bare basics of each aspect. But to him, this is perfectly fine; the spells Travis can produce by himself are considered useful survival tools in order to help him get by.

His real prowess is through the deciphered tomes and runes recovered throughout his journeys, capable of extending his abilities beyond his current potential. Though if anything, they too are yet another means of allowing him dissect and better understand their magical functionalities and eventually reproduce their effects in more manageable and efficient methods.

Funnily enough, given his recent and occasionally perilous encounters, Travis has been seen to be a rather surprisingly athletic runner.

"Magic is simply another form of science that is growing and evolving as we continue to discover and learn more about it."

Being an Untalent amongst a rather social community of more capable Talents can definitely be rough. Condemned to a lesser status because of one's natural inability to coordinate with magic fluidly was the fate many Untalents within the Societas Academia faced almost daily. Travis however didn't seem to be bothered by this too much. In fact, he was perhaps too busy studying and discussing theories to really care at all.

While as an Untalent and indeed had higher expectations set against him by his self-deserving peers, he enthusiastically conceptualized these endeavors as welcomed challenges in order solve rather petty societal crises to stress about. Though Travis was no ace mage and was more likely a magician as far as skills go, his main strength was his constructed knowledge base with a fierce understanding of the architecture of mana and magic implementation.

After years of hard study and grueling practice, Travis eventually achieved the rank of Aspect trainee and began the next phase of his training. Without any particular proficiency found in any particular set of spells, he would then opt-in into the Aspect of Scholar. As one would expect from his intuitive personality, Travis had felt right at home with his new position and became eager to set out for new discoveries.

What he didn't know was how cruel and horrifying the world could be outside the Societas Academia. The concept of death was something many students were well versed in, some more than others, but to experience and its many forms was something rather undesirable. Thus for Travis, now a Scholar, would soon come to know and witness this concept on more than one occasion as he pursues his quest for knowledge.

"So I spoke to an ebony dressed lady from the Cult of the Enlightened. We actually had a pleasant conversation until I asked about the concept of soul weaving. She laughed. Her fur coat cried. Suffice to say, I left in a hurry."

Despite his humble demeanor, surprisingly as an Untalent, Travis is certainly not afraid to speak his mind and express his views when necessary, sometimes comical or sarcastic if it benefits the mood. Being an easily fascinated and curious sort, he takes his role as a Scholar by heart (if not seriously) and seeks knowledge whenever he can find it; until it gets him into trouble. Nonetheless, he does show great pride and devotion to his line of work, atypical as it may be.

Travis can sometimes be described as a pacifist or "pass-the-fist" as he himself describes it. He sees no need for violence and certainly rejects the notion of killing but acknowledges the need for self-defense if he cannot negotiate his way out of a troubling confrontation. Of course said confrontations are usually created by something he may have said or done without any harmful or insulting intent.

"When the going gets tough...See to it you're not where the tough goes."

[User]
Raiya was a bit annoyed at the voice bit, but what really irritated her and pushed her a bit over the edge was the mock ahoge Nemo managed to erect. Normally she would have suppressed her emotions to not let it bubble out into a physical display of expression. But Nemo's joke got Raiya's goat so efficiently that she could not help but be flustered. Her face grew a bit red as she clenched her teeth and balled her fists a bit.

She turned her head upright violently and scoffed, "That's not very funny." She puffed out angrily. After regaining her composition, her lividity and expression returning to normal, she replied, "I don't know. Both of those girls are oddities. If things turn too ugly we could always step in, though."

[Assistant]
Boslan emitted another shockwave from his body to get Zoey off him. "This isn't gonna stop till one of us is dead." He remarked, suddenly being tipped off to Zuri's attack thanks to his manalysis. Boslan spun around and generated shield, figuring he had taken care of it. But instead the spear punctured straight through his shield and impaled him right in the abdomen. He let out a howl of pain, clutching the spear until it dissipated into energy, leaving a large wound in his stomach. Boslan bled from the wound profusely, blood dribbled from his mouth as well.

In response he shot out a large explosive blast towards Zuri with one hand, the other trying to halt the bleeding.

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Nemo used his hand as a visor and squinted, looking towards the action. "Looks like they've got it covered." Nemo commented after seeing Boslan get hit. He fixed his hair and turned back to her. "It might not have been a show stopper, but seeing you blush was worth it." Nemo admitted. "Your talent mark is lovely too. I presume that's what began your interest in snakes?"

[User]
Raiya raised her right hand to cover her right eye in contemplation. It was a talent mark, but unlike others who were talent marked, he aura was blank like a normal talent before she decided to specialize. This led her and others to ponder whether or not it really was a talent mark and not just a normal birth defect. However, the slit pupil was not something that could be a natural biological flaw, it had to be a talent mark.

"It's funny, I hadn't ever really thought it was snake-like until recently..." She explained with her right hand still on her eye as she looked down from her perch. "No, I didn't get to choose my iruzumi beast. There are only so many of them, so they are assigned and recycled throughout the generations in the yakuza. They are only reassigned after the previous wearer dies." Raiya explained, "Although, the style and depiction of the tattoo is up to the wearer. The iruzumi beast imbued into the tattoo is not a choice. It is assigned as a status symbol to the lieutenants and administration in the yakuza."  Raiya continued, "It just so happens that I ended up with the hebi iruzumi." Raiya lowered her right arm, and pulled up her coat sleeve to reveal a flame-like orange snake coiling around her arm.

Raiya didn't fully understand how the spell worked herself. But she knew the iruzumi artist who gave her the tattoo somehow created a complex runic formula with his tattoos, and that the ink he was was special as well. It was natural for her to not understand it, though. The only person who did fully understand it was the artist himself. The method was documented, however the scrolls that contained the knowledge required to create the tattoos were hidden and closely guarded.

[Assistant] Zoey sighed, having hoped to have gotten through this without killing the guy. If that's what he wanted,, though, that was what he wanted. She pulled out her pistol and fired at the back of his head from her prone position, having been thrown a couple of meters away from the guy, as he shot his concussive blast at Zuri. It was a shame she'd have to kill a human. She much preferred monsters.

[User]
"Ah yes, your tattoos. You know I'm a fan of art, so body-art like that is right up my alley." Nemo replied, slowly spinning around with his arms outstretched as if he was trying to become a helicopter. "Such vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges on that one. The yellow really matches your eye as well." Nemo stopped spinning, slightly dizzy. "People often considered my appearance to be the result of a talent mark. But I surely wasn't born a talent. I suppose it's more like an un-talent mark."

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The sudden usage of the pistol caught Boslan off guard, which unfortunately was his final downfall. All that could be heard after the quiet sound of the silenced pistol was the sound of the bullet impacting Boslan's skull, and then his body limply falling over dead. His spell he used against Zuri would be his last.

With Boslan dead there was nothing keeping the realm spell going. A sudden rush changed the scenery back to the real world, though that didn't bring much of a change. Besides the damage done by the spells clearing up, one could only notice minute details change. Like the sounds of seagulls calling to each other from up high, and the tides coming in.

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"Well that's that." Nemo said, looking around to make sure the workers haven't returned. Thankfully it was all clear. Without Boslan or Logan there to sort them out it didn't surprise them it was taking extra time. He looked over to Travis. "I'm hoping you're almost done over there or else were gonna be in for more trouble." He called out to him, looking back. "Also I'm hoping somebody has something to sort out there bodies unless we want to cause a stir." Nemo added.

[Assistant] Zoey sighs and puts the gun away. She looks at her feet for a while, as if sending a prayer, then turned and looked around. "Right, which container's our mark. Would rather get this over with quickly. Also, what do we do with the body?" She had a feeling that if Felix were here, things may have gone differently. She put her illusion back up and leaned against one of the containers, looking tired.