[System]
NICKNAME: Lila, Bombshell, Princess (what her father and grandparents calls her)

AGE: 22

GENDER: Female

EX: Hunter

FAVORITE MUSIC: Indie Rock, Rock, Pop, a little Hip-Hop. Dislikes Classical, any type of Metal, Country, Rap and R&B

FAVORITE COLOR: Magenta, Silver, Bronze, Gold, Blood Red, Navy Blue

HOBBY(s): Reading, Shopping, Going out with friends, Walks on the beach, Netflix, Traveling

PERSONALITY: Friendly, Passionate, Intense, Jealous, Loyal, Outgoing, Vengeful, Stubborn, Impatient, Flirtatious.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/OTHER: One piercing on each ear. One tattoo of five black stars in form of an S in her left forearm.

MAJOR IN COLLEGE: Chemistry Senior

OTHER: Delilah Duclerc comes from a privileged family. Her father is a well-known lawyer with vast knowledge in politics and economy, who decided to run for Blackwood (their hometown) mayor for the Democrats, won and is currently on his last term. On the other hand, her mother was an auditor for an important company before she resigned to take the role of Blackwood's First Lady. Lila is the type of girl that never forgives or forgets. Enjoys swearing. Only her ex knows what a freak she is in bed.

[User]
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Delilah was peacefully contemplating the open sea when a woman's voice called out "hey" to her, shifting Lila's thoughts back to the present. She turned in the direction of the woman and smiled as her her best friend Clover slipped into the jacuzzi beside her. "Jesus, you always smell so good," Clover commented, flashing Lila a grin as she bumped their feet together playfully under the water.

"Hello yourself! Thank you so much! You know I practically drench myself in perfume before going anywhere." Lila greeted and thanked enthusiastically, taking note of how amazing Clo looked in her bathing suit. It was a very pleasant surprise for Lila to see her friend venturing from her usual conservative items and trying out new things, as she knew how hesitant Clo could be about taking risks. Lila was usually very open, honest and vocal about her opinions whenever good or bad, so she quickly went on to compliment Clover's looks. "And, babe, let me tell you that you are slaying with that bathing suit!" Lila could be a bitch, but she always gave praise and credit when it was well-deserved.

"I'm astonished that you don't have at least three guys fawning over you right now. Are you losing your touch, Delilah?" Clover teased affectionately.

Lila raised her sunglasses to give a mocking scowl towards Clover. "Me? Losing my touch? Oh, please! Do you know who you're talking to?" she replied, playfully splashing water in Clover's direction and sliding her sunglasses back in place with a laugh. "So, what were you up to this morning?" she asked, genuinely curious about what she'd been up to because by the time Lila had woken up, none of the other girls had been at the suite. But before Clover could even begin to formulate an answer to Lila's question, the latter's eyes fell on her best friend's smooth, sleek red hair and she was unable to hold back the giggles. "Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!" Lila exclaimed, clearly amused at the sight. She had always been jealous of Clover's hair and skin color (in a good way, of course). It was a dream of hers to be a redhead, but she knew it would clash horribly with her skin tone. And as for Clo's skin tone, Lila thought of it as perfect because pretty much all hair colors would suit her. Lila wasn't making the comment to humiliate or make fun of her in any way, but was instead trying to understand the strange logic that drove Clover to take the time to blow-dry her hair when their trip would mostly be spent on hot and humid places where it would get wet.

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Clover flushes a little under the other girl's praise, scratching at her nose and giving a soft cough. "Aw, you flatterer. Stop it, I'll turn all one color," the pale girl quips, flicking a little bit of water at Lila.

"So, what were you up to this morning?" The brunette asks as she slips her sunglasses back down. Lila's skin almost looks golden in the early afternoon sun and one of the pool boys is openly gawking at her from across the Solarium. 'That's more like it,' the ginger thought. Delilah Duclerc was the kind of girl that lit up any room she entered and she always garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike.

"I went to the gym. I'm down to a six minute mile," Clover explains, letting herself relax back into the water. The temperature was perfect and felt splendid against her sore muscles.

"Oh my God. Tell me you did not actually blow-dry your hair to come hang out at a jacuzzi?!"

"Mmhmm," Clover hums, cracking an eye open and peeking at Lila. "I sure did. And once you hear about my morning, I think you'll agree that it was the right decision." The pale girl straightens back up and turns so that she's facing the younger girl completely.

"So I ran into…," she pauses here and glances around quickly, almost like she was checking to make sure no one else was around. Her former boyfriend was a lot like Voldemort, she tried not to speak his name unless she had to. "...Jareth. And he looked perfect, like he was getting ready for a fashion show or something. And I looked like a wet dog. Seriously, I was in my ancient, 'Save the Dolphins!' t-shirt and covered in sweat. My hair wasn't even brushed, I just had it up in a ponytail." Clover makes a mortified groan and she buries her face in her hands, feeling her ears burn at the remembered humiliation from that encounter.

She really was all one color now.

"So I'm not leaving the suite anymore unless I look my best. I can't face him again unless we're on equal footing," she finishes, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear before letting her hands fall back into the water. "What kind of fresh hell is this, that all of our exes are here? We must have been wretched people in past lives, like the kind that kicked puppies or tripped little old ladies or something."

[User]
Hunter

Hunter was on the verge of breaking down. Jareth was right, Hunter was looking for a scapegoat for his problems. He always was looking for one no matter how bad things seemed to get. He was also right on the fact that this was supposed to be the vacation of their lives! And so far things just seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Even though he hated the idea of Jareth restricting the idea of his friend restricting himself due to Hunter's problems he felt a sense of relief when Jareth poured the drink down the sink. "Pizza sounds nice man... it sounds really nice." Hunter was barely able to speak. "Uh... Jareth? Look man... sorry for freaking out on you like that... I'm just... just stressed as hell." Hunter want tot eh living area to find his wallet from his pants from the day before. He found it with his shirt that he was wearing the other day as well. Now he was still wondering how he woke up in a shirt that wasn't his, and who's shirt it was. And why was his shirt still here if he changed into a new one? 'Dammit' He thought as he tried to remember. "Reason one hundred and fifty two to stop drinking." He brushed it off and met Jar at the door again.

Hunter put a smile on his face. It was forced but he was looking forward to things getting better. "Alright then, let's go have some fun." Hunter started to leave when he remembered something. "Also, I found a picture of Delilah if you're interested? It's somewhere in my wallet full of coupons, receipts, matches, and gift cards with about 30 cents on them. Maybe even a couple dollars." He started to dig through all the random crap in his wallet when he pulled out a cheaply printed picture of his ex studding in the campus library, she was unaware of the picture when it was taken. "Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends." He was still struggling to hold a smile but it wasn't as forced now.

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"Pizza sounds nice man… it sounds really nice." Hunter admitted after a few moments of silence. Jareth released a breath he was holding in… good, at least he didn't go for the face punching route. Sure, Jar deserved a good punch for a hell of a lot of reasons, but he wasn't one to just take that kind of thing sitting down. Jareth nodded with a smile "Cool… I, uh--" he looked down at towel that was the only thing between Hunter and all of Jar's nekkid glory. "Just let me get dressed real quick." Jar offered a crooked grin before turning to head to his room to change.

"Uh… Jareth? Look man… sorry for freaking out on you like that… I'm just… just stressed as hell." Hunter called out an apology from behind him. Jar paused and looked over his right shoulder, which sported a female sugar skull tattoo design. "Don't worry about it, man. It's bad to keep shit like that bottled in." At least that's what Wendy says… he thinks the last part as closes the distance to his room.

After closing the door, Jar retrieves his cell phone and shoots a text to Julius reading: "Hunts and I are heading out to grab some pizza and hit up that Challengers Arcade. You and I got a date with the DDR machine." He finished off the text with a saucy kissing-face emoji and chuckled at his own stupid humor.

Jar decided on a black and white tank and skinny jeans before checking himself out in the mirror. His air-drying hair was starting to get a little too fluffy, so he smoothed down the flyaway curls with some water before shrugging. Good enough…

Hunter met up with Jar at the doorway. He started rifling for his wallet, and Jar assumed he was just making sure he had cash on him when he mentioned having a picture of Delilah. "Proof! Told you I have the ability to have hot girlfriends." He boasted as he displayed the picture for Jar's viewing pleasure. "Hey now, I never said that you couldn't!" Jar said defensively as he briefly glanced at the picture. She was a bombshell, all right, but Jar thought it would be in poor taste to say such a thing. Plus, he wasn't looking to provoke Hunter much more tonight. Instead, Jar had another idea. He reached into his own back pocket and produced a zippo lighter, because any self-respecting rockstar always carried a lighter on them. And zippos were the classiest of lighters. Jar flicked it open, igniting a small flame. "Here's to new beginnings." he said, gesturing for Hunter to burn the picture. "To forgetting past heartbreak, and attempting to make the most of this overpriced boat ride!" He would say once Hunter decided to go through with burning Delilah's photo.

After that, the boys would leave and meet up with Julius at the arcade with a pizzas in hand. Something atrociously meat-packed for the boys, and a smaller veggie delight for Jar.


[System]
Username: XxDarkKnightxX
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Main: Hecarim

Appearance: Raze is a tall man, standing at approximately 6'3". Despite his height, Raze's build is fairly average. He is neither skinny nor heavy, neither scrawny nor muscular.

His hair is jet-black and wavy. It is long, extending down below his ears, and is typically unkempt, even while he is at work.

Raze always looks exhausted. Not from lack of sleep, but from world-weariness. He looks like a man that has given up on life, his neck and head tilted down. As he walks, his fists are always clenched. Not tightly, but just enough to cup his thumbs.

His usual attire consists of wrinkled suits, mainly of black or grey colors.

True Appearance:

Powers:
Warpath: Raze is naturally able to run faster than normal, topping out at 60 mph.
Rampage: Raze is able to summon Hecarim's glaive at will, using it with Hecarim's skill and experience. Additionally, the longer Raze is in combat, the stronger his blows become.
Spirit of Dread: Raze absorbs the prana of nearby beings, using it to restore his own prana, as well as heal his injuries
Devastating Charge: Only able to use this in his True Form, Raze boosts his running speed even further, gathering more momentum for a devastating blow. Only sufficient force or an immovable object could hope to stop his charge.
Onslaught of Shadows: Only able to use this in his True Form, Raze summons Ghost-warriors to fight by his side. If Raze activates this while already using Devastating Charge, his velocity will increase to sound Barrier-breaking speeds, and end his charge with an explosion of spectral energy. Only an immovable object could hope to stop this move.

Personality: Raze is extremely distrusting of people, only seeing the bad in the world and the people that inhabit it. He is a short-tempered individual, becoming a loud and outspoken man after years of keeping quiet under his parents and peers. Raze never made the conscious decision to be selfish, but typically only takes action if it will benefit him in some way. He is impatient and tackles conflict head on, hating to leave anything unattended to.

Raze is indeed a cynicist and keeps people at arm's length, but some small part of him deep down inside hopes that there is good somewhere in humanity.

Short Biography: Raze's past has been fraught with backstabbing and betrayal against him. At every turn, his attempts to forgive, forget, and reconcile have been met with more and more reason to distrust those around him, leading him to conclude that man was selfish and untrustworthy, and that Raze should simply respond by acting in kind.

Raze's parents were both very successful and accomplished professionals in their fields. This allowed Raze to live a very comfortable childhood, but left them with hardly any time to actually spend together. One day, Raze came down the stairs to find all of his belongings packed into bags. He was unceremoniously being shipped off to a private school on the other side of the country.

With his underdeveloped social skills and care for others, Raze had a difficult time making friends. The one person he thought would be his friend ended up leading him to some back alley to be mugged.

Finishing with high school, Raze went off to the University of Darkwell, studying Psychology, and earning his doctorate and certification by age 26. He opened his own practice to help others escape from their suffering, but he only became more and more jaded as people shared the terrible things they had done with him.

Things looked like they would turn around when he finally met the love of his life. At age 27, he proposed, and she said yes. The month before their wedding though, Raze caught her cheating on him with one of her coworkers.

Using entertainment as a means of escape, Raze has been an avid gamer since a young age. Upon its release, Raze became enthralled with the game League of Legends and plays it to this day.

[User]
Alex

Alex turned away from the fascinating sight of the two girl's attempting to turn the gunman into so much red paste at Leon's shout. He nodded in response, seeing that many people were still huddled behind various counters. He made to grab a small family of three and lead them outside via the same fire exit Leon had used. Once outside the building he glanced back to see smoke billowing out of it and further away, some sort of red fireball headed towards it. "Shit." he cursed to himself and raced back inside the building to get out as many people as he could before whatever that was impacted. Maybe if those idiots inside hadn't tried to kill them man all this trouble wouldn't have started.

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Artemis

Artemis observed the attempts of the two females to take down the gunman and his quick, efficient response to the assault. Nodding quietly to herself she used the moonlight pooled under the table to smash through the window behind her. Then she quickly stepped out the empty frame and distanced herself, crossing the street. Upon re-examining the area she saw the building was still profusely pouring smoke. The quaking of the ground caused Artemis to instantly seek a source, one that she found in the form of a red mass about the size of an earthquake rapidly moving towards the building. Perhaps even more concerning was that further back Artemis could see Raze attached by a long ethereal chain to what appeared to be Thresh. Next to Raze was the Malzahar, Mortiz. Curious now Artemis quickly began moving towards them, seeking to find out more about the situation and perhaps rescue the two of them since it seemed they were at odds with the Thresh and Urgot. At least Artemis assumed the fleshy heap of metal and stitches was Urgot.

[Assistant]
Yosuke

Today definitely wasn't Yosuke's best day. Maybe it wasn't that bad but being called into work on your day off still sucks. Now he just wanted to go back home and find something to play to try to salvage what was left of the day. All of a sudden chaos started to happen across the street causing Yosuke to take cover in an alleyway. Peering out from his hiding spot he watched what little of the scene he could without exposing himself too much. After a few minutes Yosuke couldn't believe what he was seeing. There were other champs and if a fight was about to break out things would only get much worse for anyone nearby. Yosuke put his sights onto Thresh and Urgot as he prepared to charge at them.


[System]
Race: Andalite

Gender: Male

Age: 4.3 (Approx. 30 Earth years, mature in Andalite terms)

Background: Deraen doesn't talk about his past, and little is known of his origins other than that he was a deserter from his native military. In Andalite society he ranks in the lowest of the low, and has been convicted of treason. To return to his home world would be a death sentence, thus he has chosen to live his life in exile. Occasionally his stories suggest he may be guilty of worse crimes, but he is so vague that nothing can be said for certain.

He started out his fugitive life as a spare parts trafficker, and today he's a fairly well-known and (mostly) respected arms dealer, specializing in handheld short-and-long ranged guns, explosives, and gasses.

Personality: Deraen carries his Andalite arrogance with him wherever he goes, he is haughty and thinks very highly of himself in spite of his record. He's not exactly cruel but you wouldn't say he was kind either. He is very literal and has absolutely no sense of humor, however the extent of his anti-humor is sometimes amusing. He's honest and, for the most part, keeps his word. Right and wrong do not concern him as much as doing what is necessary to accomplish his goals. He's slightly claustrophobic and enclosed spaces make him uncomfortable.

Gear:
- A collection of various plasma, particle, and projectile weapons; his favorite being the shredder which, similar to a phaser, can be set low to stun or high to disintegrate; He's really quite fond of anything he can use to point and shoot
- A handful of small explosives including thermal detonators, plasma grenades, etc.
- Andalite morphing technology*
- And his tail blade of course

Personal Ship:

Intended for a crew of two Andalites, the Elite Fighter is equipped with shield, cloaking technology and FTL engines. While it is not designed for long-term occupation, Deraen has modified some of its components to extend the life-support system in order to suit his needs. The ship is armed with two long-range shredder canons and four short-range plasma guns.

*Note: Andalites use morphing technology much differently than how it was used in the Animorphs series. Originally it was a tool for spies and while all military personnel are required to train in on it, it's actually not used very often due to the fact that Andalites consider their bodies to be ideal. Deraen personally has never used it beyond training and for the most part forgotten that he even has it.

[User]
Johanna gave John a nod, picking up her datapad and looking over the choices again. After about a minute of debating the pros and cons in her mind she finally decided to choose the second option, the escort mission. She figured the mission's rewards were on par with the risk in involved. The siege mission was a suicide attempt and not worth dying for, and the guard mission, well that just wouldn't pay enough to be worth their time, especially if they got into a gunfight.

Johanna thought that maybe not the group slowly assembling around the galley would start having conversation with each other, she liked to listen to other people talk. She didn't mind when other people were around, she just became really uncomfortable when people spoke to her directly, or god forbid being the center of everyone's attention.

She should have know better though, she was cursed with an appearance that automatically drew attention to her, at least from other humans. Other species hardly noticed the difference, but among her own kind she stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn't long before someone decided to sit at the same table as her. She briefly had the urge to get up and find a different table, but she didn't want to be seen as rude. Instead she looked the boy over, immediately noticing he wasn't entirely human himself, he appeared to have some mechanical implants.

The cyborg suddenly spoke, "You appear to be a form of mutant. Please elaborate." It caught her off guard, people usually weren't so blunt or direct about asking why she was different. He spoke with a precision that reminded her of an artificial intelligence. He wasn't like other humans either, he was different. They had that in common at the very least.

She realised she'd simply been gawking at him in silence for the past minute. With a blush she snapped out of her daze, she decided she had no choice but to answer his question, she reasoned it was better to get it over with now then put it off till later, she had a sick feeling though this wouldn't be the last time she'd have to do this.

"Well I...I was kidnapped and experimented on at a research facility that had been hidden inside an asteroid. I woke up in this strange cell, and that's when it began. Whoever they were, they never spoke to me, or revealed themselves. I don't think I was worthy of their attention...they simply began the...experiments." She couldn't help but shudder.

"I was unconscious for a lot of it. But sometimes when I was awake these mechanical arms would come down and inject me with strange substances, they made me feel sick. Sometimes they'd gas the room too. After what I think was weeks I sort of got used to it. Whatever they were doing...it made me stronger, faster...they were enhancing me for some unknown purpose. After a while the more...obvious changes appeared." She gestured to her ears and tail.

"My hair and eyes changed as well, but I didn't notice those as easily. Whatever they did it changed me down to my DNA. I-I'm not really sure I can even be considered human anymore, at least not entirely...it's like they wanted to create a new...species." She looked down at her coffee mug. "Starfire raided the research facility and rescued me and some others who were held there, and that's how I ended up here more or less." She took a long sip of her coffee, she needed to calm her nerves.

[Assistant]
Space, the void between worlds.
The ancients may have foresaw this very age.
Where the planes were brought together.
The cosmos united as one world.
And there they would divide up the heavens.
Casting lots and waging wars.
The Skies, Seas and Underground.

Just outside of the cabin, past the precipice of metal and technology, was infinity. A view into the depths of the universe, onwards to the ends of visibility as far as the light could reach. Looking into the past as you journey into the future, a strange paradox, but the FTL drives had made the universe a much smaller place as the distant galaxies were suddenly neighbors. Beings suddenly awakened from their fugue state, contact made, species eradicated and information exchanged. Evolution took them far enough to becoming the dominant species on their own planets, now Revolutions shall see which alien race will control the universe. But certainly not these. For just outside the view of eternity, the bodies floated amongst the wreckage. Neither as countless as the stars, nor as a beautiful, but in the same swallowing void all the same. There they drifted past, cold and lifeless, expended.

In stark contrast to the grim and somber tragic waste of life, there was another which died upon this very vessel and caused great upheavals. The Coffee machine. To which someone was cursing at it and tinkering with it to produce some black liquid of some nutritional value for these organics. Was this black fluid so important to them? Could they not function without it? Such strange creatures who consume not what they need to survive, but need to perform. But who was Cy to judge them, he was made with everything he required to survive, an electrical yolk which would be consumed every moment of his existence. And when it was no more, he too would return to the universe and become like these organics nothing more than a victim of the void. One day this crew would join those floating outside, but today the coffee machine shall join them first, jettisoned in the lock as rubbish.

Looking around, they were an odd bunch. A human, an alien, and more humans or rather perhaps mostly humans. One asked of how the rest of them fared in these early moments, seemingly just woken from a deep slumber. Yet again Cy had no responses for this as the Valis do not sleep, nor eat, nor reproduce. Lacking a true biology, the physical needs for the cosmic energy being was simple: Energy. To infuse his core with additional electricity was to extend his existence from which he has maintained a stable working agreement with the Company. The extreme amounts of energy required to survive another hundred cycles was ludicrous and as such mercenary work footed the bill and kept the lights on at home. Both figuratively and literally.

Speaking of which, the assignments made their announcements known as the Valis continued to watch the organics in their affairs. He had gone unnoticed so far, sitting alone at the table, watching the celestial bodies move. A silent sentry who spoke as little as four words every few hours of the day. Actions however, spoke louder than words, and as such, Cy cast his vote for the second mission.

[User]
John looked around the galley as more and more people arrived and made their presences known. Great. People. I hate people. Nine times out of ten, they start shooting at you as soon as they've got the chance. And I can't shoot these guys because I'm supposed to be working with them. When one of his new cyborg compatriots walked into the room to greet everyone, the mercenary replied with a short groan, acknowledging Valian's question but not putting in the effort to give a real response, which in itself sort of answered the question.

Having nothing else to do, John took a look at the datapad on his wrist to see if there had been a decision on which mission the team would do. He was a bit surprised at the outcome. Out of the nine people on the ship, seven had voted for the same mission. The one I picked at random must have been the escort mission as well. Two more people have yet to vote, but it doesn't really matter what they pick now does it? He took another sip from his coffee, only to find that he had finished it on his last sip. Just the start to another bad day. Escort missions always suck. At least Yamikov-Fujikawa ships are never armed, we don't want some gung-ho captain trying to help, only to get himself killed instead. The mercenary checked his datapad one last time to see what they're estimated time of arrival would be. One hour before we reach orbit, huh? Great, plenty of time for someone to try and annoy me further.

[Assistant]
Deraen watched John's interaction with the coffee-producing machine quizzically. Why the human would think utilizing force on an automated machine would solve a performance issue he could not begin to guess. He supposed it had to do with their violent nature. When the machine had been returned after he shook it, the Andalite stepped forward to examine it. John hadn't done a good job of putting it back exactly in place, so Deraen pulled it out enough to peer at the wires and tubes in the back. The problem quickly became apparent, the liquid infuser seemed to be leaking. All the shaking and abuse had jarred the bolt loose and there was a puddle on the steel bench indicating that it had been a persisting malfunction for quite some time.

Deraen reached into his left pouch and withdrew a magnetic wand which functioned as both a wrench and screwdriver, and used it to tighten the bolt. Just like that, the problem was fixed. He didn't worry about the puddle, since it would eventually turn to vapor then be absorbed by the ship's life support system and recycled. <This crude machine may yet last another year,> he said to no one in particular. As he'd worked he noticed others appearing in the room. He checked the status of their assignment on the personal screen communicator which was wirelessly connected to the ship's computer. Unsurprisingly, almost all the other crew members had selected the same mission Deraen had.

<It seems we're going to be joining the Babylon IV.> As he spoke, the cyborg Valian appeared and greeted them all. <I awoke without any trouble,> Deraen said in answer to his query, slightly confused. <Does your species have difficulty when waking?> He tried to imagine what such an experience would be like and to be completely honest the idea of not being able to open one's eyes after sleep with a clear and alert mind was rather horrifying.

His hooves clicked on the galley's cold metal floor as he turned, surveying each individual present. There was John Mason, of course, and the petite girl Johanna Hawkins. Stephen Walker, whose appearance and speech suggested he might be disabled in some way. Deraen was unsure of his background but it was obvious that Stephen relied very heavily on his cybernetic modifications. He thought the same of Valian Forsythe, actually, with his prosthetic limbs and eyes. It was unnerving to look at them, who would otherwise be handicapped. Then there was Cy, whose physiology was a mystery though it was obvious he was alien, and Jaydaar whom he had never spoken with but felt a certain kinship with the reptilian creature being that they were both ethnic deviants. Something about Jaydaar was reassuring in that while he walked on two legs at least he was balanced with a long tail like Deraen did, unlike the humans--except Johanna--who looked like they could tip over at any moment.


[System]
Age: 19 years old

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Personality: Lydia was a sickly child, having difficulties with making friends who were willing to stick around long enough to deal with her constant trips to the doctors. She is also very overprotective over her brother and those she cares about dearly. She cannot see people get hurt, even if they're her enemy. If you're someone to be trusted, Lydia will be very loyal to you.

Appearance:

Skills: Lydia, being a medical student, cannot hurt anyone even if they're in their zombied state. This is why she chooses long-ranged weapons (bow and arrows or guns), so she can keep a distance between them as she kills them. She also has been studying medicine long enough to be able to deal with minor injuries and illnessess.

Biography: Lydia was always a sick child when she was younger, having to go to hospital and visit doctors was part of her daily life. It was because of this that she was motivated to become a doctor, to help others the way she was helped. Her little brother came when Lydia was in fourth grade, and she became overprotective of the younger child. Lydia was in her first year studying medicine when the virus breakout was announced. Many of the students around her fled while she grabbed as much medicine as she could from the hospital she was studying at before escaping to look for her younger brother, who was long gone from his middle school by the time she arrived. Now, with her brother missing, parents killed and zombies walking around, Lydia's main objective is to look for her brother and to protect him - since he's the only family she has left.

Motive: To look for her brother and to protect him.

[User] Lydia took one step closer, her grip not faltering as she tried to assess the situation. She didn't know whether it was worth it to try and scavenge for more food inside Walmart, seeing as the two guys were already here. Plus, she didn't want to run into any more of the walkers. "How many of you are there?" She asked, unsure if there were survivors hidden within the store.

[Assistant]
Noise, the bane of any survivor. If there is one thing Mies knew would attract the undead was un-patterned and loud noises. They drew to it like moths to a flame. The time for a leisurely stroll through the Wallmart had now past.
But not all things where misfortune though. Sound means people and people means more hands to gather resources, if there was time and will.

Stepping though the broken door Mies saw two men and one woman standing. He looked at them for just a moment and then spoke (in an irritated tone): "Though I am pleased to meet three of the living (and probably a few more here and there), we are low on time. Unliving company is now on the way and we need things so we can not join them."

Mies closed his eyes for just one second. Though he had never stepped into this Wallmart, he had stepped into Four others. In his mind the combined the layouts, averaged the positions of various departments and finalised it. He opened his eye and said: "I estimate that Food-stuffs is 15 aisles that way, Camping equipment 5 aisles that way, and 9 aisles that way to the gun section. I am heading for the food. Care to join me? I know a way out not crowed by our unfriends."

[User] Lydia looked at the newcomer, instinct screaming for her to run away and hide under some rock till she either died or somehow the whole apocalypse was over and done with. Instead, she lowered her bow ever so slightly as she entered the building, careful not to step on the broken glass as she walked past the first two men. "I just need some food before I can be on my way." She said, "but try anything and my arrow will be in your eye." She frowned. She had never threatened someone before, and she was sure that her voice made it obvious so, but she kept hold of her weapon, ready to fire if necessary. She may have been one to protect others, but her main objective was to save herself long enough to find her brother.

[Assistant]
Ved
He had stood silently throught the entire encounter, keeping an eye on the woman with the bow. As the second newcomer came and began barking suggestions, he growled silently to himself. He was an Anarchist and a Socialist, meaning that authority did not exsist, nor did seperation. Everything was done by the people
as a whole, or it didn't happen at all.

Walking near Lydia, he turned to her, grabbing her bow and chucked it in a solid motion, then as if nothing happened and continued walking. He through it far enough that if she drew it on him, he would have enough time to round a corner into an aisle before the arrow was even fired.
"Threaten me again, and you'll find yourself looking like one of the Infected back there."
He said with a chuckle, knowing that he would likely be capable of it. He knew the others were intimidated, not many people can survive that number of infected with an automatic rifle, let alone with a pair of brass knuckles and fist knives.

[User] Lydia, first startled blinked as her weapon clattered to the ground. Next, she found herself getting angry, "what the hell, you ass!" She hissed, "I wasn't even talking to you, so that was uncalled for." She went over to pick up her weapon, but rather than shooting him with the arrow like she wanted to, she walked in the direction of the newcomer, passing him without another words as she walked towards the food aisle.

[Assistant]
Mies Thought: 'Aggressive, violent, self sufficient. He will do well in this world. The girl though, She is missing something, seeking...'

"Wait for me young lady, four hands are better than two." Mies said beginning to follow the woman. He looked back to the young man now standing alone.

[User] Lydia chose to slow down, however she didn't bother looking back as she took her time observing the aisles around her. She kept her attention on her surroundings instead. If there were about two dozen undead - now dead - just sitting by the entrance, Lydia was sure that there would be a couple of stragglers around somewhere.

[Assistant] As Kousei continued down past the various aisles he could faintly hear some footsteps getting closer and closer to his location. One thing immediately popped into his mind and it was that it was either going to be friend or foe. He gripped his left hand tighter around his bow and continued to quietly move along. He did his best to tighten up his bag to his body to ensure it would not rattle around too much, he did not want the sound of the various canned foods in his bag attracting the undead and survivors.「I hope on everything the footsteps are friendly...」

[User]
Finn had watched the exchange between Ved and the two strangers in silence. About half way through it, he sheepishly put his hands down. The girl started walking off, but threatened them as she did.

Bad idea... Finn thought, and then flinched as Ved grabbed her bow and threw it. During the next exchange, as the next stranger followed, Finn slowly knelt down and picked up his measly kitchen knife.

Now he had a decision to make. Stay with the man who saved his life, but did seem to be a psycho, or follow two complete strangers with the promise of food. Finn looked back and forth at his options before making up his mind.

Finn turned to Ved, "Thank you so much for saving my life and all, but I think I'm gonna follow them. Cause y'know, I really need food and all..." Finn took a sheepish step away.

 Also, you kinda scare me shitless...

[Assistant] Lydia carefully stepped down the aisles, peeking at each with curiosity and caution. Even if she didn't find any food, she at least needed some water or she would surely be dead by the end of the week. She was already feeling the physical effects of mild dehydration; chapped lips and dry skin. "I'm guessing we're all strangers here." She said, to no one in particular.

[User]
Finn caught up with the two strangers, just in time to catch what the girl had said.

"Errr... Yeah," Finn replied, unsure if he should, "I guess... Err... I'm Finn." He silently kicked himself for sounding like such an idiot. He knew that in the apocalypse you needed to be strong, or be left behind.

[Assistant]
Ved
"Good luck surviving with that knife and those pansies."
He called after him with a soft chuckle, his boots thumping as he walked down to the sports section, searching for a tin of boot polish and a baseball bat. He'd do good to have a weapon that would but a few feet between him abd the undead, he came close to getting bit before.

As he searched, he encountered a pile of remains, presumably human remains, on the floor, some of the half eaten and others untouched. He knew what that meant, that horde of undead earlier wasn't the enire pupulation of infected at this location. He slipped his hands into his flight jacket pockets, slipping the brass knuckles over his fingers in preperation.

[User]
Now we are three, with no time to truly evaluate his new companions Mies focused on finding food and supplies. Slowly walking and checking each aisle. It was dark but there was just enough light to see shapes. Far down each aisle movement could be seen, but nothing rushed them.

Finally they came upon a canned food section. With a calm and curious approach, Mies stepped into the aisle and picked up one of the sparse choices laying about. 'Big Boy's Chillie' the can read. He put it into his bag and continued down the aisle with his companions.

[Assistant]
It had been quite a journey from the most rural areas of the state, to get into the city. Joseph and Winifred had survived for as long as they could with what was left over in his farm house. But when the undead eventually overran it, it was a testimony that no where was safe. Not the city, not the farm land. Earlier on, the two had agreed that they would not enter the city. But yet, here they were, trudging along in Joseph's truck, heading into the suburbs.

Gas, food, supplies. They had few but not enough to last them too long. They thought it best to try the suburbs before entering the big city with sky scrapers and undead at every corner. Joseph slowly patrolled his truck through the abandoned streets of the suburbs, in search of stores. They eventually got out of the residential areas and entered the commercial. A big, shiny, Walmart sitting right in the middle of it all.

"You think we out to try that Walmart?" Winifred asked the man who had come to act as her father.

Joseph shook his head slowly as he pulled his truck to a stop in the parking lot. It was completely empty as if it were the dead of night, and not the middle of the day. "No, a place that big could easily get us in trouble. It's probably ransacked anyway."

"Can't hurt to try," Winifred persisted.

"It's not safe. We can try that Drug Mart over there."

"Come on, let's go. Stop being such a hard ass," Winifred whined. She loved the man but sometimes she couldn't understand why he was so worried all the time.

Joseph shot her a hard glance. "Ok. But you stay here."

"What?! Joseph, that's not fair, you-"

"Stay. In case we need to get away fast, you need to wait in the driver's seat. Do not leave this truck." Joseph placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to look up at him. "Ok?" Joseph couldn't fool her into thinking he didn't care that she was upset with him.

"Fine." Winifred stomped her foot on the floor of the truck before reluctantly getting into the driver's seat. She hated being told what to do but she wasn't about to throw a tantrum in the parking lot.

Joseph emerged from the truck with his gun at the ready as he made his way towards the Walmart. The undead stumbled about the parking lot but did not take notice of him...it seemed they were all slowly shuffling towards the doors of the Walmart themselves. Joseph took a huff of air before walking into the Walmart, preparing himself for who or what he was about to encounter.

[User] Lydia nodded slowly, examining all the shelves for canned foods carefully. She found some canned peaches, and hummed in satisfaction to herself, I should have enough food for the next two days, if I'm careful. She mused, slipping the can into her bag before looking for anything else. "I'm Lydia," she introduced herself, looking over her shoulder to give one of the guys - Finn, a polite smile before turning back to her investigation. Lydia took hold of her bag, holding onto her bow between her side and elbow for a moment as she checked stock of her food and drink. "I don't suppose you found any bottled water around here, have you?" She asked Finn, seeing as the other guy was busy as she peered into another aisle.

[Assistant] "Uh, yeah." Finn said, as he pulled out his full water bottle, and handed it to the girl. He smiled as she took it and thanked him. He turned to the food, and grabbed a few cans of beans. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare weapon would you," Finn asked sheepishly as he raised his knife, "cause this just ain't gonna cut it..."

[User]
Lydia took the bottle, smiling, "thanks for that," she said. She twisted the lid and took a sip, sighing in relief as the water soothed her dry throat. She stuffed the bottle into her bag as she looked at him in thought. "I just have a small pocket knife. We can check the camping section for any make shift weapons if you want?" She offered, stepping back from the aisle.

She looked around, her eyebrows furrowing as she didn't spot any of the undead walking around. She was surprised, either they didn't hear the commotion at the entrance of the Walmart, or they were coming in uncharacteristically quietly.

[Assistant]
"Errr... Can I have my water-" Finn took another look at Lydia's bow, and thought about it for a second, "You know what, you keep it... I wasn't using anyways..."

Finn sighed as he looked behind him, wondering what his saviour Ved had got up to.


[System]
Age: 18 (nearly 19, but that doesn't really matter)

Gender: Mail :3

Personality: He's the guy who doesn't really talk to others. He spends his time doing things on his own, whether it be reading a book or doing actual work (dun dun duuuuun). That's not to say, of course, that he isn't capable of doing so; he just doesn't really feel like it. As a result, the only people he really talks to tend to be those he needs to work with.

Whatever else you want to add: He enjoys a good romance novel every now and then. After all, they're all better than Twilight. He also possesses a guilty pleasure for video games.

[User]
The southern drawl of a heartbroken gentleman finding his solace in trackers and alcohol echoed tortuously through the head of a blindfolded young woman, sitting in the back of a taxicab, recovering from an equally boozy destiny the night before. The girl's distaste for songs about pick'em up trucks and moonshine could only be matched by her hatred of long car rides on broken roads.

Such road trips had given her trouble since she was little by bestowing the lovely feeling of nausea to creep into the pit of her stomach, as if just a hangover wasn't bad enough. It honestly felt like the driver was trying to hit every pothole and crack in the road, and the whole not being able to see thing wasn't helping. If one were to ask this particular young lady, blindfolds should be kept exclusively for bedroom use.

The flight, on the other hand, to...well, where ever she ended up was smooth enough to let her get a few more hours of sleep in. However, every waking moment after that had been full of nothing but strange smells, loud noises, and gosling motions. All in all, this trip so far had been hell in a hand basket. A big, ugly, yellow hand basket.

Finally, the car cruised to a stop and the music, if you can call it that, ceased. As she let out a sweet sigh of relief, the blindfolded female felt the cool rush of fresh air waft over her, for the first time in what felt like hours, as the driver opened her door. Outstretching her arms, the disoriented passenger managed to find her way out the car safely before a hand on her should guided her into a building with an alarming loud, metal door. With a loud clank, the door closed, and the girl's vision burned from the cheap artificial lighting.

Before her stood a rather eccentric looking man who greeted her with a warm smile. The young female tried her best to curve her red painted lips and return the gesture. Examining the room made her feel as if she had stepped into an old TV sitcom. Her inspection was momentarily interrupted by the sound of a door clicking, and it was then that she noticed her country loving driver had vanished without a word.

"Why, hello, there! You must be Noel!" The sound of a voice broke the girl from her thoughts and she nodded, trying to retain her strained smile. Why on earth did she agree to this? She called off of work with a fake illness to try something high tech and exciting, yet this place looked rather outdated and just plain disappointing. Ultimately, however, she decided it didn't really matter anyway. A day off of work is a day off of work. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you! Several of the other winners have already arrived. Come this way and you can meet them. We also have snacks and coffee that you are welcome to."

Noel liked the sound of that. Coffee would be the perfect 'pick me up.'Following Doc Brown's long lost cousin, Noel entered the back room with three other "winners," two of which had mouth fulls of the probably poisoned, but delicious, cookies.

"Make yourself at home," he encouraged on his way out, closing and locking the door behind him.

Scanning the crowd, Noel pursed her lips and lifted her hand, giving everyone a small awkward wave before pouring herself a cup of coffee and seating herself in a chair at the table in center of the room.

[Assistant]
Alexander didn't like it, this whole blindfold thing. However, perhaps it was necessary to keep whatever they wanted to keep secret a secret. After all, Virtual Reality was something quite fascinating, and something that only existed in the realm of science fiction, at least until now. Honestly, Alexander was excited. He couldn't wait to try out whatever it was.

Then he felt the car stop moving, and Alexander shifted his focus back to reality. That was enough imagination for now, Alexander thought as he heard the car doors open, one near the front of him and the other next to him. That most likely meant to the driver was opening the doors. He turned toward the door and awkwardly made his way out of the car. "Where are we?" Alexander asked as he stood up. "No questions yet, just keep moving," said a man, probably his driver. Seemed like he didn't want to talk yet, so Alexander let it pass.

After being guided to somewhere, he heard a door shut behind him, and his blindfold was finally being taken off. Alexander opened his eyes, and squinted in pain as his eyes adjusted to the light. Being blindfolded was not exactly fun. After the light no longer blinded him, he noticed the man standing in front of him.

"Hello, hello!" the man said. "You must be Alexander." Alexander merely said, "Yeah," in response. "Wonderful!" the man said cheerfully, then continued with, "There are already quite a few people who arrived ahead of you. Feel free to mingle, have some cookies and coffee, you know." With that said, the man opened a door, and Alexander stepped though. The door then closed behind him with an evident lock sound.

The place was, well, not what he expected. He expected... well, he didn't really know what to expect, but he felt it there should have been a little... more. He looked at the others who had arrived, and immediately noted that they all looked older than him. That probably meant he was the youngest. Alexander would have gone for some cookies, but it seemed like some people already hogged quite a bit of them for themselves. As for the coffee, well, Alexander never did like coffee. And Alexander wasn't the kind of guy to mingle, so he found a place to sit down and wait for the main event to begin.

[User]
The very short period of time between the scientist leaving Gerald and Chester and the time of Kimi's arrival created a particular void of stimulation for the two men. Similarly to a toddler, this was far too long for them to handle without getting into trouble. As was their usual fashion, they quickly filled that vacuum with entertainment of their own creation. However, instead of taking that precious time to investigate their unfamiliar and possibly threatening surroundings, or maybe attempt to eavesdrop on those who had locked them in this room, they turned to a significantly less productive way of spending their time: finding out who could consume more of the probably-drugged cookies before the remaining winners arrived.

"Dang, these cookies are pretty damn good." Chester mumbled between bites, causing crumbs to cascade to the floor, like the Keebler factory's rendition of Niagara Falls.

"Yeah." Gerald agreed, but glanced down at the half-eaten and lumpy-looking chocolate chip concoction in his hand, "But in retrospect, they're probably full of something horrible….or at least made in a kitchen not approved by the FDA."

This thought caused Chester to pause momentarily. He eyed one of the baked confections scrupulously, turning it over in his fingers like a banker examines bills for counterfeits. All the while he wore the expression of a philosopher deep in complex thought. "Yeah, probably." He mused, then shoved another in his mouth. "I've had worse."

"You're still eating those?"

Ches's shoulders rolled into a shrug. "Sure, why not?" He raised his hand to his mouth to consume another of the baked goods, when an idea managed to trudge across the barren wasteland that was his mind. A wry smile slowly tugged at his lips and his eyes narrowed into knowing slits. "Hey, I'll bet I can eat more of these at once than you can."

A challenge from Chester? Now this was something Gerald could not walk away from. No matter how silly, he was compelled to prove himself better in any possible way than his companion. "You'd be wasting your time." he assured him, "You and I both know I'd beat you hands down. Remember that pie-eating contest? I was a shoo-in winner!"

"Come on, put your money where your mouth is, Gerald. I know that shouldn't be too hard for you, seeing how it takes up most of your face."

"Oh-ho, you're on, son!" And thus the challenge was officially accepted. No turning back now without being labeled a coward. This was serious business, and there could only be one victor.

The two men instinctively lunged for the plate of cookies after the front lobby door slammed, the proverbial gunshot to mark the start of their contest for honor and glory. Oatmeal, chocolate chip, snickerdoodle, and white chocolate macadamia nut – no flavor was spared the wholesale slaughter. It was like a scene from a massacre, with crumbs and cookie fillings flying wildly from the plate, silhouetted briefly in the harsh yellow light from the overhead fluorescents.

Only a few moments into the fray, Gerald had overstepped his rights as a mere contestant and declared himself the winner, grabbing the plate and what remained of the cookies. "There. I win. All these are mine now."

Ches grabbed at the plate, pushing a cookie that was already dancing on the edge of being on the floor to its dirty linoleum demise. "Hey no, I haven't had anything decent to eat in the past week! We both won this trip, and I am going to take advantage of every minute of it. I might not get the chance to eat like this again."

"Well, that's your own fault."

"No, you make more than I do!"

"We have the same job, idiot." This was true. Both knuckleheads worked as mechanics at a small auto repair shop. How either of them are trusted with heavy equipment, corrosives, and toxic chemicals is one of the great unanswered questions of life.

"Yeah, but you make more. The boss likes you better."

"Well maybe because I'm not a whiny little—" Fortunately for any younger readers, Gerald's scathing comeback was cut short by the creaking of the big metal door as it parted to usher in the newest arrival: a young woman not yet in her 20's. Poor girl. Heaven help her, being stuck with in a locked room with the present company.

Chester was the first to look up after hearing his name mentioned by the bed-headed scientist. "Oh, hello!" he exclaimed without missing a beat. It was surprising how competent the man could be in select social situations—very select, mind you.

"What is this all about?" Chester repeated the woman's question, almost in a condescending tone, "Didn't you read the letter? We've been selected to test out some fantastic new technology and be transported to whole new worlds without leaving the comfort of this island! Pretty sweet, huh?"

It wasn't long before other participants were ushered into the same room, both silently taking their seats. Gerald stood silently in the back of the room, leaning on the countertop and surveying the newcomers. Chester began exercising his natural extroversion and practically skipped about the room introducing himself.

[Assistant]
It wasn't long after Noel slipped into her coffee bliss that another person entered the room. She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows to him in acknowledgement of his presence. Shortly after he took a seat, Noel noticed the two men by the cookies had shifted their focus from the snacks to the rest of the people in the room.

One stayed back while the taller man came by to introduce himself. Noel's maroon lips stretched out into pained smile in response to his friendly introduction.

"Hey," the brunette replied in her low, throaty voice. She reached out and shook his hand while sipping her coffee with the other. "The name's Noel. It's a pleasure." Her raised brows and slight smile gave way to her amusement as she watched him bounce around the room.

While the man who identified himself as Chester visually seemed a little older than her, Noel found his personality to be similar to that of her younger brother. Leaning back in her chair, she ran her fingers through her dark hair in amazement. The girl's pale blue eyes stayed fixed on him while he continued to make his rounds. It reminded her that she should go visit her hometown once this is over...Or maybe not. Her brother was kind of a little shit.

Stretching, Noel stood up and made her way over to what was left of the cookies. Snickering was all she could do when she saw the state of the area. Crumbs littered the floor. And the table. And the men who had seemed to be the cause. If the potential of drugs wasn't deterrent enough to not eat the cookies, the crumbs sprinkled across them that probably flew from the men's mouths were. Despite the risks and the abysmal state of their appearance, she carefully slipped something sprinkled out from the bottom of the pile and hoped it had been spared from their manhandling.

Instead of eating the cookie, the brunette examined it carefully. It appeared to be just a plain sugar cookie. Odd shape, but nothing threatening about the color, texture, or smell. Cautiously, she broke it in half, letting a few more crumbs fall to the floor. With a smirk, she made her way to the young, dark haired boy with glasses.

"Here." Noel said, handing one half to the quiet observer. "We've come this far, why not take the plunge?" She leaned against the adjacent wooden table and shoved her half into her mouth. She didn't really want to take the risk on her own, so she dragged this poor boy into it too. She was hungry, hungover, and he came in after her, so she felt like she had the strongest connection with him. The treat was surprisingly good for something possibly poisonous.

After everyone finished their introductions she decided to keep the conversation going. "So, she started as she brushed crumbs off her skirt with both hands. "How was everybody else's ride here? Mine was hell."


[System]
gender: male
godly parents: Zeus and Isis
sphere of control: lightning, flight, medicine, marriage
appearance:

personality: a bit cocky, has a quick temper, but cools down quickly as well. Has a caring side, shown only to a trusted few.
sacred animal: golden eagle
powers: can summon lightning, create storms, summon anemoi thuellai (storm spirits), and fly using the wind. If he concentrates, he can heal physical injuries and diseases.
weapon(s): his father's lightning bolt, a staff
other: Alexander's main weakness is water. It can neutralize his lightning, to an extent.

name: Ronin
gender: female
godly parents: Loki and Athena
sphere of control: intelligence, heroes, manipulation, magic, and chaos
appearance:

personality: snarky, cunning, and a prankster. Ronin does have a serious side, but she doesn't show it too often.
sacred animal: red fox
powers: Ronin has a grasp of magic only surpassed by her father, who is also her teacher. She is also a genius, taught by her mother.
weapon(s): her magic, her intelligence, and a naginata
other: Ronin's magic specializes in illusions and combat. Anyone with truesight can see through her illusions, however, and she's weak to fire.

[User] Masrith peacefully stood from the seat he had taken. "In terms of a crime being done, I do not believe one was truly committed, it is true that the strong replace the weak. That is a rule that has never been changed throughout time. Instead, I believe, if she were to be punished, it should be for the consequences we will have to face for her recklessness of killing a god with a role such as Kali. This could set forth events we aren't prepared for. I never knew Kali. I don't the the one who awaits punshiment either. It seems to me that this is simply a result of someone who wanted to test their might on or of the greatest warriors in the Hindu pantheon. I do believe that duel would have been much more proper but it is what it is. We need to focus on what will result. We shouldn't waste time sitting here in a debate of right and wrong." Masrith then sat down quietly and waited for the others to speak.

[Assistant]
Cythlla giggled, holding a hand up to her mouth, soon it went into a hysterical laughter. "You guys are so funny! You keep talking about how what I did was wrong, or what I did was right!" Cythlla said with a grin looking at all of them. "I don't care if what I did was right or wrong! I'm just part of a process! And it's going to continue! You can't stop it anymore! Corruption is coming, I hope your prepared!" Cythlla was hysterical but her words were true, she was only a stepping stone.

"Punish me if you will, I have said what I mean to say! So lock me up! Then lock up everyone else too cause their gonna be part of this process!" Cythlla said her grin even bigger, her eyes crazed now. She had lost her sanity, anything else she spouts now isn't going to make sense.

"Don't you hear the steps of corruption! Their taking hold now! The ducks are quacking with madness! Your all quacking with secrets!" Cythlla yelled out, now she had gone mad.

[User]
From Satyaloka, the sphere of truth, Brahma looked out over the world. The God himself was enclosed within a lotus flower, the petals sealed around Him as He sat in perfect stillness. As per his divine right, both that which is and is-not was inherently known by himself. The manifestation of Para Brahman, the incarnation of that transcendent root. And yet, even this being had come to a stark conclusion.

He was disappointed.

In Rasatala, they were rising. With the Black One absent, they were unfettered. This world, even if He had known from the first precept to the last, that did not mean He took any pleasure in this knowledge. Yes, even if Her Mahashakti had returned to its root, it was irrelevant here, simply because of that very disappointment. Yes, the last time this world had become like this...

"That's it, that's precisely it. I am Brahman. Just as Fourfold and Fivefold are Atman, so too am I Brahman. As that is the case, as this Truth holds true..."

"Lord Brahma, Lord Shiva, I thank You from my core. I will aim to become a ruler that You may one day smile upon."

"I see now, I see what I must do. If you call me a demon, a monster, then a monster I shall become. I will shoulder all the darkness in these three worlds upon my shoulders! I will save the world, even if I must stain my hands in oceans of blood! I will become everything that I hate, if it means that I can save everything that I love! I am the Demon King, and this is my world!"

...that child, such a regrettable end. Even as that journey began, He knew the end but refused to let it diverge. That idealist scholar who became the legendary Demon King. Yes, the last time, the last time, it was already...

The Creator sat in the eternal lotus, isolated in the realm of His domain. Merely Himself and that being whose flight was the cycle of Moksha were within this land.

And so he remained.

[Assistant]
In a realm distant to that of the physical plain restedthe soul of a hate filled beast. The soul of sithilerine rested. Sealed away and left to be forgotten. This was the result of his last fight. He had rampaged against the gods and was almost victorious. However, after consuming the soul of Hades, he had unforseen side effects that had caused his down fall. His soul was sealed away by a unification of gods that would use their power to hold the barrier so that his soul would never take form again. Now there has been a mistake. Sithilerine looked up at the barrier. It's power was fading, a god that had helped to hold the deal has been vanquished. Kali no longer had her power to it. Sithilerine grinned. His mighty wings took to the air. His soul sought freedom from its accursed prison. His charged his magic and let out a mighty roar. The barrier began to give away and suddnely broke. Sithilerine, the god of the apocalypse was now free. His soul began to search for its imprisonened physical form. The gods were clever. They knew that if they destroyed it, he would simply form a new one. Instead they sealed it away. This prevented sithilerine from manifesting onto the mortal plane for long periods of time. His search let him to his mark. Sithilerine had now used the gem to reconnect to his physical form. The body began to turn and crack. As if it had been stiff from never moving. His body, massive in size was now free. Sithilerine had hatred to let out. He roared as loud as possible. Only some gods would hear this, and they would fear, the return of the destroyed of worlds.

Sithilerine looked at his physical form. He shrunk down to the size of human and collapse. "This imprisonment had weakened me. I will need time to recover." With a beat of his wings, he took to the air. "I must find a place to rest. If I were to encounter the gods now, my only option would be to flee."

[User]
Their was a sudden whoosh of the wind a arrow whizzing pasted them and into one of the targets,"Very good sister you have good aim but i can do better with my bow then with your fire" Lea the son of Loki and Athena was at the doorway watching them smiling to his sister.His eyes were on her but not on his father whom he had not speak to in a few days.

He put away his bow onto his back as the arrow disappeared form the target,His hand taking the staff that was resting near the doorway making his way towards the two.

[Assistant] A roar filled his ears. A roar so terrifying that gods of wars and bravery would tremble. He used his power of the mind to broadcast the roar of the end of the world to the others in the room. So that they might know too...

[User] "Well, considering that I have just learned the use of fire this very day, I'm not surprised." Ronin shot back quickly. However, her brother's comment ignited her competitive side. Summoning water to swirl around her hands, she froze it into icicles and shot them one and two at a time into the targets, hitting the bullseyes every time. That done, she smirked at Lea and dusted off her hands. "As you can see, with other elements, I'm very good."

[Assistant]
Lea clapped his hands a few time in a sarcastic manner of course wanting her to know that he was not impressed with her magic,He moved his staff aiming the end of the staff letting the emerald jewel at the end glowing a bright green sending a lighting like bolt blowing up one of the targets."Now that is how you destroy a peon" He said with a big smile on his face now putting the staff standing beside him.

"Father...how are you?" He asked now letting Loki's existences known to him.

[User]
@Minimum@BKburke@Stephanie Dola
"And this is why you shouldn't have killed a critical God." Odin waved his hand, as he himself had already heard the escape of that old monster.

"Alright, since the girl seems to have taken the leave of her senses, lock her up in Olympus. This is a temporary measure, as we don't want her getting in the way of your coming battle. If she regains her sanity and seems trustworthy(she wont) then you guys should probably release her to help you in the coming battle." Odin motioned toward one of his Valkyrie, and they started to bring the tables into the hall once more.

"Good luck in the new fight. Make sure to keep the brawls away from Earth. Now get off my property."

[Assistant]
"You want explosions, I'll give you explosions." An arc of light lanced out of Ronin's hand, hitting the target and blasting it into smithereens.
"Peace, Ronin." Loki attempted to curb his daughter's competitiveness. "I am well, my son. And yourself?"

[User] "Fine but i wanted some advice on how shape shifting i need help mimicking something...But that can be for late father" Lea aid shaking his head at Ronin's competitiveness."How is mother doing?You look good..as always" Lea said moving closer towards the two tapping his staff on the ground transforming himself into a ugly version of Ronin mostly to mock her before going back to normal.

[Assistant] "I cannot believe you people would do this to innocent "peons". Connor stated. "Lord Shiva would not do such a thing. Nevertheless. This whole thing is stupid. This is what happens when too many deities are in the same place. It's a wonder that India hasn't self-destructed three thousand years ago". He looked away. "Anyway, have a good day. . . please stop killing the innocents. Or I will stop coming here".

[User]
Homura@Minimum@BKburke@Cuccoruler

The hearing of the beast's roar was the least thing Cynbel wanted to hear today. It was bad enough he had to deal with his peers, and show up to this stupid trial. He should have seen the beast's return coming, given that Kali was no longer around to make sure it didn't get too antsy. Cythlla seemed to be getting what she wanted, which only further irritated Cynbel.

He needed a drink.

Odin wanted Cythlla locked up for now, which was reasonable, especially given the fight at hand. He had other, more important things to do than deal with her. There was a giant beast which was free, who was going to bring the Apocalypse to all. This was far more concerning than a mad little girl being a brat.

As the Valkyries began to set the tables back up, Cynbel grabbed one of the chalices, and chugged what he could before placing it back down on the table. This was going to be a long day, and he needed something to keep him going.

" I'm going to go alert the others, bring together a warband, and deal with Sithilerine. You two lock her up in Olympus, I'll decide what to do after. Good luck. "

Cynbel transformed into a Raven, and flew off towards Olympus. Hopefully, his peers would actually listen to him this time. He was a God of War, the most qualified person to deal with this battle. As long as they followed his commands to a T, the beast would be dealt with, and for good this time.

[Assistant]
Ronin growled, then used illusions to change her appearance into an elderly, stick-thin, hideous version of Lea. After a few minutes, she let the illusion dissipate. "Don't try to out-illusion the goddess of magic, brother dear." As he seemed to only wish to speak to Loki at the moment, she turned back to the targets and began destroying them in various creative ways.
"Athena is well, thank you for asking." Loki replied. "You look well... no matter what Ronin seems to think." He shot his daughter a teasing glance. She stuck her tongue out at him playfully in retaliation.

[User] "Thank you father i appropriate the compliment,I also wanted to speak to mother about helping me train in archery i want to learn more form her" Lea while Ronin's back was turned gently poking her with the end of his staff while she was firing her magic so she would miss."Dear father do you know where Seanathair Odin is?I wish to speak to him if he could train me.." His eyes on his father his hand tightly moving the staff close to him.

[Assistant]
Loki let out an annoyed noise; he wasn't on the best of terms with Odin. "I assume the Allfather is on Asgard, as usual."
When Lea nudged her, Ronin missed the target completely; however, a quick mental command swerved the bolt of magic around to destroy the target from behind. That finished, she whirled on her brother. "Was that completely necessary? For all you know, that spell could have taken out the wall!" She rolled her eyes. "Not that I can expect you to understand, sister dear." It wasn't something she did often, pointing out the similarity between her brother's nickname and a Midgardian girl's name, but she was annoyed.
"That was uncalled for, Ronin." Loki rebuked mildly. On one hand, he was the god of mischief and was amused to see his children following in his footsteps. On the other hand, Athena was trying to get him to be a better role model.


[System]
This CS has been approved by Lich.
Titles: The Witch Mother; The Hag Queen; Queen of the Black Forest

Age: Unknown; Appears around early 20's (Rumored to be over 1,000)

Gender: Female

Race: Hag

Appearance: Normally, Belladonna appears as a stunning young woman with flawless pale skin and incredibly fair hair spilling over her shoulders. She is small in stature, little over 5 feet in height and seems delicate and fragile, like a porcelain doll, but one look into her chilling golden eyes will show that she's anything but. As a queen, she has a taste for luxury and wears glamorous gowns and dresses of fine silks and furs. She also has a deep affection for gold, which is always dangling around her neck and off her ears. Her most iconic pieces accessories are the Black Forest Crown and the Mother's Claw. Both have become symbols of her power as a ruler and as a practitioner of the mystic arts.

In her Hag Form, her pupils become catlike slits and her skin gains a gray-green tint. Her mouth becomes full of razor teeth and her finger nails turn into sharp black claws.

Personality: Intellectual and logical, Belladonna is always one to keep calm in the face of adversity. She thinks things through thoroughly, making sure that every detail of her plans is fool proof and will benefit her kingdom. She is rational and level headed, always keeping a calm and frighteningly cool exterior, even if she's boiling with anger underneath. No one can ever be quite sure of how she's feeling or what she's thinking. She's an extremely crafty creature and finds great pleasure in outwitting some of the most clever minds in Aeos. She is quite a skilled strategist, not only in politics and battle, but in almost every aspect of her life. Belladonna loves to have control over the world around her. Every one of her moves is choreographed, every word and phrase has a purpose, and every spell has intent. She can be classified as both a perfectionist and a control freak, as everything must be flawless in her eyes. Belladonna absolutely hates risks and much prefers to know the outcomes of events before they happen. It is thought that she feels this way because, despite her ethereal grace, she has extremely bad luck and has often tripped over her skirts and broken priceless artifacts. As a result of this, she also detests gambling.

Though rumored by those outside of the forest to be a blood thirsty tyrant, the Witch Mother is a just and kind leader, always putting the needs of her people before her own. She adores her kingdom and craves to see her followers reunited with the outside world, but there are still parts of her that holds a grudge against the races that condemned and burned her people. Regardless, Belladonna has forbidden the hags under her rule to kill humans or other races unless they are attacked and have no other option. She is extremely protective of her people and all things that she loves. The Queen can certainly be thought of as a mother, watching over the children of the Black Forest. She's also quite proud and knows herself to be a powerful being, yet she still knows her limitations and will not enter a situation she absolutely knows she cannot get out of. It is just her way.

Weapons: She carries no physical weapon.

Skills/Magic: As the Witch Mother, Belladonna is a very talented practitioner of magic and has dedicated much of her long life to studying the intricate arts of the craft. Her powers are spoken of far and wide, but no one is quite sure of what abilities she truly possesses. She is a skilled healer and has saved the lives of many men, plants, and animals throughout the course of time. She is also a brewer of many potent potions and poisons, which by themselves are capable of many things. Belladonna is also capable of casting quite a large array of spells, from simple love spells to horrible curses and battle magic.

Though she is an exceptional enchantress, Belladonna is beyond lost in combat without her magic. She is a hopeless melee fighter and couldn't handle a weapon to save her life. Physically, she is extremely weak and fragile, which is why she often relies on her familiars to fight on her behalf. There have been several occasions where almost all of her familiars had been defeated and she was left drained, weakened, and extremely vulnerable.

Like all hags, Belladonna has to feed on the life force of another in order to stay beautiful, strong, and alive. She tries to absorb only a minor amount of energy from her hosts in order to reduce the chance of killing them. This comes with a variety of setbacks. Belladonna and her abilities are not to their fullest potential because she refuses to take more than she needs to stay alive. Because of this, murderers, rapists, and other horrible criminals are lured to her castle in times of great need, just in case she needs to take lives in order for her powers to be at their peak. Belladonna also has a hag form, in which she becomes a grotesque ghost of her former self. In this state, she is much faster and somewhat physically stronger, though she's still incompetent in physical battle.

History: Belladonna Hemlock was not always a queen. She was born into the life of the traditional hag. She was raised in a small coven of healers and wise women who lived in the vast forests of Aeos. She and her younger sister, Hel, grew into their powers quickly and were regarded as prodigies by their elders. It was foretold that one of the two sisters would lead their kind into a prosperous new era. Belladonna, whom was constantly tripping over her own feet, was sure that her sister was the one that the prophecy spoke of. She guided her sister, teaching her everything she needed to know and prepping her for leadership.

As the sisters grew older, they grew closer and their powers grew stronger. They broke away from their coven to travel the world and see what Aeos truly had to offer. They wandered, joining up with various hag covens and mage guilds along the way. They learned many things about the mystic arts and gained a reputation as powerful witches, capable of working even the most impossible of miracles. Due to their success, the hags as a race were receiving more recognition and were coming out of the corners of society, taking their first real steps into the light. Then the Demon Lords began to terrorize the world, instilling fear into the hearts of many. Many hags who practiced dark and malevolent sorcery fought alongside the demonic armies, leading many to believe that all hags were in league with the Lords. Thousands upon thousands of hags, a great majority innocent, were hunted down and burned, beheaded, or drowned.

Forced into action, Belladonna fought passionately alongside great warriors and mages again the hordes of demons attacking the land. For a period of time, she even fought shoulder to shoulder with Oonar, the great mage of legend whom would find Aeos' salvation. During their time together, they became increasingly close, sharing secrets of magic and stories from their respective pasts, finding great comfort in each other's company. Eventually, the two became romantically involved and practically attached at the hip, rarely leaving each other's side. Belladonna truly loved the man with all her heart, but her sister was reluctant to accept their relationship. Hel had developed a certain distaste for other races, humans in particular, and detested the fact that Belladonna was sharing her bed with Oonar. She soon left without a word, leaving Belladonna without the only person she had always had. It was hard for her, but she was still able to go on with her lover's help.

One day, a mortally injured hag stumbled into Belladonna's camp and demanded to see her. She rushed to the woman's side and attempted to heal her, but it was in vain. The older hag claimed to be the Witch Mother, the leader of all hags throughout Aeos and gave her an ebony claw. As she lay dying, she spoke of the prophecy of Belladonna's childhood and told her that her destiny was coming. She uttered the words "Black Forest" with her final breaths before she succumbed to her wounds. Belladonna stood up and put the claw on her wedding finger and received a vision of the Black Forest, a place whispered of by hags and feared by all others. That is when she knew what her destiny had come. With a heavy heart and sorrow in her eyes, Belladonna said goodbye to Oonar, who had a destiny of his own, and they parted ways. Belladonna once again travel Aeos and gathered every hag she came across, showing them the Mother's Claw and preaching of her vision and her plan. She gained a massive following and led them where she could feel the god's tugging her. Then, they came upon it.

The Black Forest was long dead when they found it, it's previous king slain by an arrow through the eye and the crown still attached to his skeleton. Belladonna was led to a large tree with images of the goddess Mortiphone and god Espiritus, whom created the forest thousands of years ago in order to give shelter to their followers, the Muertamantes. For centuries, after the mysterious extinction of it's inhabitants, Belladonna believed that the Black Forest could become the new home of her people. She offered herself to the deities of the forest, whom subjected her to tests of the mind and soul, making sure she had pure intentions. She passed their trials and they awarded her with the Black Forest Crown, which allowed her to shape a kingdom for all the hags that followed her.

She ruled as queen after the defeat of the Demon Lords and has done so quite successfully for centuries. There are still whispers of her "wicked ways" and the "evil" of the hags outside of the borders of the Black Forest, but this is nothing compared to the true evil of the Dark Lord. The Black Forest still remains untouched by his forces and Belladonna has not picked a side, but she is frightened that she might be forced to either fight or submit. Neither sound particularly pleasant to her as she isn't sure that there is anything quite powerful enough to fight against the Dark Lord but she not willing to give up her crown and subject her kingdom to the rule of this fiend.

[User]
Eahara

"Like hell am I going with you!," Eahara snapped, her eyes narrowing at Ysran as if he were some traitor to her cause. Her quarry was getting away as they spoke and she could not allow another step to be taken without her double timing it after that damned orcish warband. "I need to kill Tharac now! I cannot jeopardize my mission now, you cur!," the Kobold growled before turning away from the two and to retrieve her essentials from a skeleton that had delicately been holding them, snatching them away. After securing her bow she began to walk towards the tree line where she had seen Tharac's warband go, eager to begin hunting her quarry once more. "If one of you wants to tag along then keep up," she said in a tone that really stated that they had not get on her way again.

Soon she disappeared into the tree line, breaking into a sprint and bobbing and weaving between trees and bushes. If Eahara hurried then she knew she could catch up to the warband in no time, her only hope would be that they did not suddenly change direction. Then again, an orc's foot was large and easy to track thus making the situation all the better as all she had to do was look down to see if there were any large footprints to keep up with, which there was, and keep on the trail. Those two fools had slowed her and she wanted to skin them for interfering in her mission against the Dark Lord.

[Assistant]
Ysran Stormreach
Ysran watched as the the kobold stomped off into the forest, as he saw her do her best to be threatening. A normal man might have been a little intimidated, but Ysran could only let out a nearly inaudible chuckle."Well, good luck! Have fun!"Ysran shouted after her.

Ysran remembered the little bow the Kobold had. He was guessing she knew how to use it. It was time to take some precautions. Ysran waved his hand in front of him, as a dark swirl went around his arm. Then the other. Then the rest of his body. Ysran put his hands behind his back and looked down, letting his hair cover his face.

"Well, so much for that. What about you, Caractacus? You want to go with? Look around some more?" Ysran put his gripped his chin, revealing his hand, which was covered in thick silver scales. Quickly realizing this, he put his hand back behind his back. "Although, you'd have to do something with your little horde here. I doubt the cart has room for all of them, not to mention, the driver probably doesn't want zombies on board."


[System]
Appearance:
Nationality: Japanese

Age(10-70): 19

Favourite food: Honey-flavoured food items.

Hobbies (2 limit):
- strategy games (eg, chess)
- wandering, exploring
- gambling

Likes (Share 2):
- fancy architecture
- mazes

Dislikes (Share 2):
- plush animals
- locked doors

Minor special ability: An uncanny "sixth-sense" that tends to manifest as an intangible, spirit-like version of herself which only she can see. Typically, she is not in control of what it says or tells her, and it has become a habit for her to mentally converse with it - somewhat like speaking to herself. For the most part, her sixth sense is bothersome, but is handy for things like telling if someone is lying.

One paragraph biography (we want a little surprise in character): Daughter of an aristocratic Japanese family, she spends much of her time indulging in wild shenanigans, generally in an attempt to flee from the constraints of high society. Private homeschooling has given her a comprehensive education and an above average intellectual capacity, but she has a tendency to use them for more... dubious things.

[User]
Mitzuki Manor

Welcome to the Manor!

The manor is a very large estate with many rooms, a very large dining hall (or two), a three story library and many other amenities. The manor is home to the mysterious and beautiful Fiona Mitzuki as it's only permanent resident. She recently opened the manor to guests to stay for as long as they please. There is never a staff to be found but the manor and every room in it is exceptionally clean while all meals are hot and ready at there scheduled times.

Breakfast is served between 7 and 9, lunch from 11-1 and dinner precisely at 7. The dining hall door will be locked if you are late.

Anyone is welcome at the manor, you may stay as long as you wish in any room you wish. You may or may not ever see the mistress but the home and grounds are free to explore. Be weary of trap doors, stairs to closed off ceilings and doors on various floors that open to the outdoor air. The grounds in front are covered by a thick wood.

Here are some of the rooms and facilities on the property. Note that these are not the only facilities and that there is no map or directions on how to get to any of these facilities.

The Bar is self serve as there are no staff members.

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Simple posting rules.

1. Please allow at least 2 other characters to post between your posts. Give others a chance to post and not get left behind. If more join later I'll increase this number to 3. (This rule is temporarily disbanded, you will be informed when it will take effect again)

2. Romance is allowed but please PM the person you want to romance before heading in that direction. If you can, PM me as well letting me know so I don't "red flag" it.

3. If you somehow were left behind and want to know what's going on, PM me and I'll give you highlights. Otherwise just jump in anywhere, wondering the manor or grounds, etc.

4. Have fun, feel free to invent ghosts as you go (note any ghost you invent, you control and only for a 4 post period)

5. Each character can have one minor ability. ie fortune telling, a little stronger then normal, hold breath for a long time. No super super powers.

6. You may have up to 2 characters.

7. If your character(s) begins to get left behind and I don't see you posting. I will post in your place and PM you with updates until you return.

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The story so far.
* Players have entered the manor where they were greeted by Madam Mitzuki and given a key to their rooms.
* Players were instructed to leave their bags where they stood, they would be taken up to their room
* Players entered the dining hall for refreshments where mysteriously a buffet was available to them with all of their favorite foods ready to it.

[Assistant]
Welcome home!

It was about noon on a warm and sunny day and the doors to Mitzuki Manor had finally opened. Through the entrance was a grand entryway with a wide flight of stairs leading to the second floor where the guest rooms were kept. To the right of the entry way was a dining hall with a large fireplace on one end and a buffet table along the back wall, some light snakes and drink were prepared and displayed on top of it. To the left was the library. The rest of the Manor wasn't labelled. Who knows what rooms and mysteries would lye in the home.

The smell in the home was of freshly brewed tea, the scent was different to each person and changed each day.