[System]
Clan: Shima
Title: Halfling
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Race: Half-Oni
Weight: 90 lbs
Height: 4'10"

Appearance:

Occupation: Blacksmith

Notable Skills: His strength is unmatched by any human which only grows with his anger. He's fair good at running fast and climbing trees and rocky surfaces.

Magical Abilities: Can use his spirit energy as an extension of his body to an extent. Using it to pick up stuff isn't something he's learned and using it too much drains him until he eats or sleeps again.

Ki Techniques/powers: Manipulation of his own spirit and turning it into 'blue fire' energy, a trait shared with certain groups he tries to remove himself from. When he loses control of his temper his inner demon shows itself, advancing his features, increasing his strength and durability. Because of his Oni inheritance he has advanced healing, taking mere days over weeks to recover from injury.

Weapons: "Lion's Tooth" as pictured. A folded steel sword he crafted himself.

Other Gear: None.

Personality: Gin is a small, gentle young man who remains loyal to those he befriends. He goofs off sometimes and be fairly playful but can become serious and focused when he needs to be. He may act pleasant and human most of the time, but he may lose himself to his Oni side and become vicious and difficult to control. Despite not making friends with people not enjoying his company he hides his frustrations well, making excuses that he would have no skill if they didn't make time ignoring him.

Brief history: When he was a young boy he was found hiding in a tree by travellers, malnourished and filthy. The group saw what he was by his distinguishable pointed ears, red tint to parts of his skin and his red hair; however, they couldn't let a child die. It was thought best to take the child to someone to help teach him how to integrate himself into the human world and not with the brutish Onis, the best choice being the neutral Shima clan. With a family assigned to him, Gin found his niche in helping at the blacksmiths; however, the call for battle proved strong in Halfling Gin. He practised for many years in his spare time, learning the ways of the sword before crafting one himself to help balance his strength. Even if those around him didn't trust him because of his heritage he was determined to show he can help protect them from the growing aggressive climate Baji was falling under.

When the sacred relics were stolen away from the Shima clan, Gin knew he had to help take them back. They needed his strength to retrieve them. He had the strength of three warriors, three which would benefit the Shima clan by remaining on their defences. Offering himself as one of the travellers to gather the relics, disregarding his age and background.

Other:  Gin doesn't take a family name; people who took him in were his carers, not his family. Raw meat can be a difficult trigger for him to handle, the smell and sight of it making it hard to control his voracious nature from his Oni heritage. He can eat more than the average human. The symbol on his clothes is the blacksmith's marking which is stamped on everything made there, on his blade it can be found on the hilt.

[User]
Gin didn't know if he was enjoying this yet when there wasn't all that much talking going on in their first trek out, but then again none of them really talked to him so when he was not talking it may as well be silence. They probably should talk more given what they were supposed to be doing, but he didn't really feel like talking to anyone anyway. Following after everyone he stopped when they stopped but didn't see the reason for it, only hearing why they did until he moved out from behind the others. It was some strange man, it seemed, probably the guide they were told about. What a strange man, at least considering the guy talked a lot and seemed to ramble on about something probably important. He didn't care much, he just wanted to keep going and finally get to the fighting part and show off how good he was with his blade.

Looking to each side he let out a sigh as Jiang decided to take the lead in talking a whole lot not, his attention soon dropping away again as he went on with one of his long speeches. This was going to be a drag if he was going to do this every single time he met someone new. Letting him ramble on in his own dramatic way he looked back to him, waiting for him to finish up; however, instead of finishing up he instead decided it was time to introduce himself after so long. Thinking maybe he could finally introduce himself he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could so much as get a breath out Jiang decided to talk up again. Growling lowly he gave him an angry glare before huffing, looking away for a moment before quickly speaking up the moment Jiang stopped chattering. "I-I'm Gin, by the way! There's other people aside from him and…uhh…her", he spoke quickly, looking quickly to Yuudai before sighing, "I'm Gin the Halfling, or whatever. You don't have to take his advice if you don't want to regarding routes…"

[Assistant]
Takumi smiled as he looked up at the Half-Oni, making sure to give a bow to her directly since she introduced herself. He made a mental note of where she wanted to go, and began to go over possible paths to each in his head, as Baji began to give a long explanation for what he thought of each location. This guy was talking way to much as far as Takumi was concerned, thinking way too hard about the possibilities of what they know or don't know. He was more used to people just quickly deciding where to go or already knowing beforehand. He was about to simply go introduce himself to someone else, when Baji had a question for him mixed into an introduction. It was a fair enough question, though he wasn't too keen on tacking paths specifically used by criminals.

"W-" he was about to talk when suddenly a smaller odd looking boy spoke up, causing him to look down and tilt his head some. The boy looked a bit young, but it wouldn't be the first time he had to escort a child to where he would later die so he didn't comment on it and just mentally sighed. "Hello Gin. Yes I planned to speak to the others as well but your friends happened to speak up to first, especially Jiang. As for the routes it's up to all of you really, whatever you decide is what I'll do. I'm here to take you where you need to go after all. If you have an idea of your own, just speak up and make your voice heard." He smiled before turning back to Jiang.

"Yes I do know of places such as those, paths used by various individuals and groups who I'd rather not run into. If we are searching those areas for whoever you are after, you may want to make sure with the others first. Many people wouldn't take kindly to you snooping around if they happen to be trying to escape from somewhere at that same moment. They often have scouts and stuff watching out to make sure the wrong people don't end up finding out about such places. Hell I'd be at risk at just taking you if I didn't check out the area ahead of time." He figured it was more likely to run into bandit gangs going down those paths, likely counting loot in a hideout nearby or watching out for bounty hunters and the like.

[User] Jiang Baji was more offended by the half-hearted introduction than he was by the passive aggression from Gin. Jiang's eyes were wide open and staring down at his friend when he heard him say whatever after introducing himself and immediately jumped in to correct him after Takumi was done speaking once more. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Gin, you can't do that, man! You gotta sell yourself! You have speak valiantly and with pride in your title!" Jiang moved behind his buddy, lifting him up and putting him on his shoulders like his kid brother. "Now we say "I'm Gin The Halfling, greatest blacksmith in all of Shima and soon to be all of Baji!" We'll working on your posing moves later." The azure warrior placed his friend down and got more serious as he put all of his focus on to Takumi's response. It was a possible route but it was very dangerous compared to the other two and they would have no help from Shima villages, nor we they have the righteous advantage of the law aiding them in a non-Shima territory. The group would more than likely be outnumbered if they were to go down that route and he wasn't sure if they would be capable of fighting together in order to preserve one another's life. "Well, I would hate to ask you to do something that you would rather not do. I'm not sure if we would be able to make it through if we get into a fight, but I like our odds so long as those two are by our side." He said, nodding his head towards Yuudai and Gin. Jiang then turns to his allies and asks for their input. "This is a group decision, going that third route seems to be potentially risking our lives. If anyone is against it, then I say we don't go at all. How do you all feel?" He asked while looking at his friends and awaiting their valued opinions.

[Assistant]
A quick-written farewell letter. That was all Lord Oja had to bid farewell to his vassal Kenji. The Yang was not at all displeased about this. His Lord was never a man of words, always keeping it forward and blunt in both oral and written. "Tell Lord Oja farewell as well." Kenji ordered the Oja messenger. "And to pray for our success." The messenger bowed and went on his way just as Kenji did along with his compatriots. The village also bid them farewell, some believing they were a lost cause while some believing they will return in one piece. Kenji really preferred the latter.

In time, the guide had appeared and introduced himself as Takumi of the Kunteki Clan. He was from Naji but assured the group that will not get in the way of his job. Yuudai was the first to speak up then Jiang then the halfling Gin. Their conversation was mainly about where to search first and the three routes include the Shima village Uta, the village of Ru or the bandits' route. The third one was no doubt dangerous and so Jiang and Takumi turned to the others for the group's decision.

"If I may," Kenji spoke up. "We already know the village of Uta may be helpful since likely everyone there would cooperate with our search. However, the thieves may know this and so might not go there at all... or they could and use magic to properly conceal themselves. The village of Ru, on the other hand, is their logical choice to flee since it is outside Shima influence. The villagers there, however, may require more to cooperate or they may be in agreement with the thieves' not to reveal their location."

"The third route, while dangerous, may provide the most information since it is bandits and vagabonds who are most knowledgeable in the latest gossips of plots and schemes." Kenji finished. "Or so I believe. I am merely relaying my thoughts and I could be wrong in everything I said."

[User]
Yuudai was picking through what Lord Shima had decided to give them in terms of supplies and she had to admit that she was rather impressed by what they had gotten. The food was what she was most interested in of course, making sure to pick through the assortment and try and wonder just what she was going to do with it in terms of a proper meal. For a moment she looked back to the sword on her back, the old hilt of the blade poking out from the clothe it was covered in, wondering if she should obtain a new better blade than the one she had now. S shook that thought out of her mind, she was sure she would not even have to use it.

Though she had been listening to the group and their talk on what to do she decided that just stating what each section would entail was not going to get them anywhere. Turning around she watched the silly poses that Jiang was putting on as he was thinking, she would never get use to that. Yuu decided to put the issue to rest "We are going to Uta to check up on some freindly sources, it will provide good leads and then we can head to Ru where they may have passed on their way out of Shima land. However if we must then we can go with the more shady areas, but I would like to avoid it as long as possible."  Clearly she was not use to working in groups like this, as her indifferent tone was very much 'my way' about it.

[Assistant]
It was against Metou's nature to jump into a heated conversation if she wasn't needed, and although she had an opinion, so long as the others were still discussing the matter of their next target she felt no inclination to voice it. It seemed like too much energy to involve herself in Jiang's theatrics, or to get in Yuudai's face. However, once the latter tried to put her foot down on the side Metou disagreed with, she felt the need to intervene.

"Going to Uta would be a waste of our time, and we don't have any time to spare," Metou said, looking primarily at Yuudai. "Whatever plans these thieves have for the stolen relics, they undoubtedly lie outside of Shima. Uta is perfectly capable of searching for the relics within their own borders, our skills are better used outside of Shima territory." After speaking, Metou felt her tone was probably more authoritative than necessary, but Yuudai acting the same to push everyone in a direction she disagreed with had made the old woman a bit defensive. She tried to lighten her tone a bit and continued, "We should go to Ru to look for clues and inform the leadership there of Shima's plight. Some den of thieves may hold more information, but considering the risk it should be a last resort." Metou felt flexible about that last part.


[System]
Age: 23 (Physically) 62 (In reality)
Gender: Female
Breed/Species/Type/Lineage: Half-Demon

Physical Description:

Talents:
 -Using Firearms
 -Hand to hand combat
 -Stalking/Sneaking
 -Controlling fire
 -Parkour
 -Faster Healing

History:
 Claudia was born in 1953, into a prominent family of demons due to an affair between a demon woman and a human. Her family had wealth, power, and most important of all, reputation. Her birth was not wanted by the elders, seeing as her parents were both young, and the fact that Claudia was a half-demon, which were considered disgraces and looked down upon. Claudia's grandfather, Harriet Laurel, decided that Claudia and her father were to be executed. Claudia's mother didn't want this, and helped her daughter disappear, along with Claudia's father. They began a new life (on earth) in America as James Williams and his young daughter, Claudia Williams.

 Two years later, Her father was drafted into the Vietnam war at the age of twenty. Claudia was sent to live with her aunt in Virginia, and spent the next twenty years staying there, waiting for her father to return. He never did. Her family was informed of his death, and Claudia received his possessions. In a trunk was a stack of letters, mostly love letters between her mother and father. After digging through the trunk and reading the old letters, she came upon addressed to her, from her parents. The letter told her all about her heritage and why she didn't have a mother with her.Claudia had hoped to get in touch with them, but was not able to enter their world and when summoned, they rejected her because she was a 'Halfling'.

 Left with no where to go, she wandered until one she walked in on two people fighting. One pulled out a gun to shoot the other, and Claudia threw the nearest thing she could find at the man, which happened to her shoe. The man ran off not wanting to be seen, and the other, Tom, introduced himself. The two became quick friends, both having no where to go. They lived off the streets, and eventually joined a gang. The two became tangled in a web of crimes and violence, and Tom decide that they needed to learn to defend themselves. They became more active in the gang learning from the other members how to fight, and later how to kill. Claudia and Tom advanced from just people taken under their wing to some of the most able members.

 Eventually the gang was busted, and Claudia escaped with Tom. They moved to New Camden, and decided to try to lay low. It didn't work out, as they were in desperate need of money, and Claudia ended up taking jobs which weren't quite legal. She eventually got arrested for vehicular manslaughter, of all things. She was sentenced to five years in prison. When she was let out on probation, she discovered that Tom had passed away. With nothing left, Claudia became a servant for a supernatural household in the court. When Nemsemet took over, her master was killed, along with his family. Claudia was given two choices. Join his side or die. She did what she thought every sane person would have done, and chose not to die. She needed the money anyway. She now works as a servant/hitman for Nemsemet, and though she may not like it, money always comes first. And her dog.

Psychological Profile:
 Due to her history, Claudia is very pessimistic. She doesn't believe in the whole 'heart of gold' thing, and distrusts everyone around her. She doesn't like to show emotion, believing they are weaknesses. She believes that the court and the wealthy families in New Camden are all corrupt, but also thinks that Nemsemet is the same.
Claudia has two 'modes', in place of emotions. There's stoic and uncaring, and then theres angry. When taking out targets, she remains cold and collected, but her anger can be triggered easily; she is sensitive about her family, and will physically harm anyone who insults her parents. She is also angered by the social hierarchy of fullbloods and halfbloods. Although she is willing to kill in cold blood, she is not merciless. She prefers to take people out quickly and painlessly, and if you give her good reason not to do something, she'll listen to you. Although it's hard to get her to trust you, if she believes in your cause then she will remain loyal.

Possessions:
 A silver ring, which hides her identity as a supernatural creature, given to her by her mother. Two handguns, Several knives, and a sniper rifle. Has extras at her 'home', which is actually an abandoned building. A large husky she adopted off the streets. The closest thing she's ever had to a familiar.

Yes, and:
 Claudia met Karram when she was sent to court for vehicular manslaughter. He was one of the people who helped get her a shortened sentence. She has mixed feelings about him. On one hand, he shortened her punishment, on the other hand, he still sent her to prison.

Now though, they're going to meet under much different circumstances. Karram is one of the people she has been requested to kill, so thats awkward.

(I didn't really know what to do here ^, so it can be changed.)

[User]
This was the worst mess Parry had ever seen since retiring to the human plane. And he'd seen 32 semi-potty trained toddlers on Mountain Dew not four years ago. His house was taking artillery fire from Russian missiles, a platoon of Nemsemet's goons were unloading assault rifle rounds into the walls and windows, and here he lay on the front lawn behind a dirt barricade while the motley band of supernatural misfits alternately ran for their lives or tried to fight back.

It wasn't all bad though. Between Flint's hand cannon, the Demon's pistols, and (judging by the screams out back) Tony's lycan abilities, they might just have a shot at getting out of this whole thing-

Which was when he heard the whine of the rocket, in seemingly slow motion, plunging into his apartment's bedroom window up above and exploding in a massive fireball. Bits of metal paneling, bricks and glass showered down onto everyone outside the building (including Parry) who continued to stare up at the gaping, burning hole in the building.

"My clothes..." Parry whimpered, a tear forming in his eye. "All my clothes... and my scented candles... and my iPhone collection..."

Now Parry may once have been a Celestial, a being of goodness, order, and devotion whose very existence was meant to keep the universe in line, protecting the innocent and doing no wrong. He served at the pleasure of the divine spark, being a total Tool for the forces of Light.

But that hadn't lasted through the silk boom of the 1400s. Parry was now the most self-absorbed, materialistic and hedonistic motherfucker in the whole goddamn city of Camden. He ate fashion magazines, dreamed of walking the runway, and bagged every "stud muffin" he could convince to come back to his place on a Saturday night. So when he rolled onto his knees behind Flint's crumbling earthen barricade, eyes twitching in absolute rage and starlight forming in his hands, he was nothing short of a fucking mess.

"This is for GUCCI!" He screamed, hurling a bolt at one of the gunmen across the street. The ball of gold light struck the vampire thrall square in the chest, forcing him to drop the AK in his arms as his clothes were consumed by fire.

"AND YOU, BITCH!" He screamed, backing up to the front door to the daycare. "THIS IS FOR ARMANI!" The thrall woman, hefting a rocket launcher over one arm, caught a blast straight to the face as she turned to see the source of the shrill yell. Her eyeballs melting and shirt on fire, she dropped to the ground, rolling in the concrete to put out the flames.

"MOTHERFUCKING CHANEL!" Which was right when someone, Parry wasn't sure who, grabbed him by the arm and hauled his ass back inside the building as a rocket landed not ten feet from where he'd been standing. And when he landed on his Prada diaper bag, that mad, fashion induced berzerker fury disappeared from Parry's eyes.

"Oh. That's right. I always keep all my iPhones in here." Parry reached one arm deep into the bag and pulled out a gold 5s and a silver 6 Plus. "We're good everyone! I've still got my phone collection! Tony? Tony, where'd you go?"

[Assistant]
Rikive was rising to her knees with her newly formed shield between her and the gun fire when another explosion rocked the building. She flinched, but kept her shield where it was as she rose up to her feet, looking toward the backdoor where the lawman had gone. Where is Parael? That question answered itself when she heard him yelling at the front of the building. "Oh no." She quickly ran to the door and watched with wide eyes as Parael laid waste to the ranks of their attackers.

She had never seen him so angry before and she had certainly never seen him use his powers in such a way. It was frightening at the same time it was awe inspiring. She snapped from her amazement when she heard another horrific shriek fill the air. She lunged forward and grabbed Parael, pulling him back inside and onto the ground. She crouched in front of him with her shield protecting them from the debris of the blast.

At his voice returning to normal she turned her head and gave him a flat look. His moods often changed so quickly and starkly, she truly wondered about the ancient beings sanity. "Out back." She informed him, pointing toward the door way. She heard wood begin to crack and she looked up with wide eyes. "MOVE!" She shouted, trying to keep at a crouch as she made to grab Parael's arm so they could quickly flee the building before it fell onto their heads.

[User]
The patter and boom of conflict sounded through the windows. Gray's attention was slightly distracted as he drove. Several times he shifted his gaze to the source of the sound as they drove to make sure they weren't in immediate danger. They were heading downtown at Autumn's direction.

Autumn spoke over the distant gunfire. She sounded like she was trying to butter him up with basic info he knew for some big secret. Gray responded to the question. "Yeah. I know the myths." He glanced briefly at her just enough to see the hesitation in her face. "Arachne was cursed by the gods like Medusa was. Pissed them off really bad. Some perfect gods they were to lose their cool that easy." He trailed off, again looking at some movement on the side of the road.

"Is that who we're gunning for? Is Arachne behind this?" He assumed.

[Assistant]
He knew, that was good. It was always a little odd hearing someone else talk about her as if she was not there. It was forever ago though so there was no way they could have known that she was still around. Shaking her head slightly she couldn't help but smile at Grey's jab at the gods. Indeed they were a fickle bunch. More easily wounded by mere words than just about any other creature in existence. It was then that he asked if Arachne was their target. For a second she almost corrected him harshly but held her tongue. Looking out at the flashes in the distance she took a breath to calmed herself.

"No, Arachne is not the cause of this. Nor is she the target. I wanted to know how much you knew in case I needed to explain it to you. But I don't have to." The noise outside continued and she leaned forward so Grey wouldn't have to take his eyes further from the road. "That chaos out there may find us eventually. And when it does I want you to know who I really am, what I really am. Autumn Weltich is just an alias. That woman in the myth is me. I am Arachne." Unsure how this information would be taken she sat back and waited. There were many directions revealing who she was could go. Very few of them seemed good at the moment. It wasn't like they didn't know each other. She had assisted him several times in the past and given him work but that didn't necessarily change the fact that he hunted monsters. Up until this moment she had always maintained the guise of being human and Grey was doing work under human supervision.


[System]
* Age:19
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance:
She usually favours elegant dresses and hair decorations when as a civilian. She's 5'6'' and she has a toned but curved figure under the armor.
* Personality: Sult likes to project an aura of sophistication and erudiction around her, talking in obscure terms and taking each task with grace and effectiveness, displaying confidence and wariness at equal parts. Pff, as if. In truth, Sult only keeps a civil, graceful appearance, because it makes people to lower the guards around her. A mover and a shaker, she spares no chance to twist and bend rules and decorum in often strange, and amusing ways. A trickster at heart, she often questions the ways of the world as they were. However, deep down, her inquisitive nature goes beyond her mere self-amusement in rogue antics, and a genuine care to learn and discern the truths of the world is apparent. While not the first, nor the quickest knight to defend the weak and the innocent, Sult's heart is in the right place when it comes down to it. Innocents and weak people should be protected and helped, rules be damned.
* Brief Backstory: Sult is the third daughter of a renowned aristocrat family with ties to the Reonite clergy in Thain, the August House of the Sunfield, which has produced many fine warriors, paladins and priestesses. Sult was suppossed to be one of the latter, and she was strictly groomed as an erudite and an example of virtue and charisma... which prompted a huge rebellious streak in the young child who would waste no chance in crossing lines and limits, all for the sake of breaking the monotony. Even though she was by no means unskilled nor dull (more like the opposite), she rarely found joy in being told to recite and drone dusty old books, and wished for a more hands on approach.

Of course, spiking the wine of the High Priestesses with some distilled spirits was a bit too much to evaluate the effects of inebriation on people's character.

Sult became a blight, a stain to her family's name after she was unceremonously expelled from the congregation she attended to, so they decided to play their next card. Token in a political marriage, hoping that the miracle of love could tame the little mischievous but comely missy. Fools. Sult's mischievousness only increased, as she often made possible prospects jump through hoops only to reject them and laugh at their faces. It eventually backfired, though, and Sult was poisoned by a scorned pretender, finding herself in the gates of death. Sult had an epiphany in her dire situation, and she made a promise to become a better person should she survive.

Of course, Sult's decision to enter the Iron Rose Order was met in equal parts with surprise and suspicion. Her mischievous past and the omen of being born under a new moon (and thus the antithesis of the order's founder and successive captains) came to bit her in the back, and she almost didn't make it, but eventually her flawless apellation and the old name of her family earned her a spot in the order. (That and clubbing some poor fella's face with the hilt of her sword in a duel.)

Nowadays, Sult is still the same mischief maker as ever, but hey, she tries and serves the order defending the weak. She admits she had expected the order to have more pretty boys to play, but girls aren't a bad alternative option. She purposefully endorses and follows the current captain of the order because, let's face it, a sixteen year old ordering seasones veterans is downright hilarious.
* Equipment: She wears a fine ornate plate, as well as a arming sword. She is sensible to carry her shield to battles, but otherwise finds it to be rather cumbersome. Plus, the color isn't exactly matching. She also carries a first aid pouch whenever she goes. She also keeps a dagger at her hip. Because a sword isn't a handy tool nor backup weapon.
* Skills:While Sult can pass off as a decent knight trained in sword and shield fighting, horseriding and archery, she doesn't know much more besides the average and basics. Sult is however deftly skilled in reading people's intentions and overall persuasion, which she uses to great effect to bluff all she wants when she wants. Just don't ask her to dance and sing. (She is tonedeaf!). Where it does really shine, however is in gathering knowledge. Sult is heavily cultured in Reonite theology and rites, History of the world and Military Strategy. Most important, she has honed her healing and herbalism skills in order to avoid being poisoned to death a second time, so she's a good thing to have around when you're bleeding. Even thought she hides it and is reluctant to do so, Sult is able to perform some Reonite priestess magic, like imposing hands to cure wounds, and create wards with the power of Reon. She can even coat her sword in divine fire, but the execution is very draining and causes all sorts of side effects like bloody noses, dizzyness and overall fatigue.

* Name:Sir Nero Sunfield
* Age:19
* Gender: Female
* Race: Human
* Appearance: 5'6"(5'8" in her armor), Nero bears a striking resemblance to her baby twin sister, and it is indistiguishable from Sult, besides her shorter, cropped hair (which was later proven an illusion of the armor). She wears a dreadful all black armor in battle, carved with a sun motif which has a black raven in the center, which disguises her gender.
* Personality: Nero, very much like her twin sister, is rather tricky in her ways and loves to play with people and the status quo. Unlike her sister, however, Nero has a clear drive beneath her tricky and clever nature, and she never makes a move without considering the implications and benefits. Ridden with an abysmal sense of inferiority as she struggled to match the path set forth by her overachiever family, and deeply resenting the squandered talent of her baby sister, deep down Nero is very cynical and bitter. She thinks the entire world is his enemy or pawn, and acts accordingly. However, people who have known Nero since her youth, notice that she is perhaps influenced by something darker.
* Brief Backstory:Nero, very much like her sister, was born the baby of the bunch among her siblings. Being the offspring of the second spouse of Lord Sunfield, Lady Irene Delacroix, Nero always felt rather unimportant and at sometimes mocked by their elder brothers and sisters. She actually took no small pride in her sister's selection and grooming for a priestess, knowing full well it could improve her status in the family by proxy, but unlike her, Sult was actually more interested into foolery than gaining personal status among the family. Feeling betrayed by one of the closest people to her in her entire family, Nero's mood quickly darkened as she watched the lackadaisical jester of her sister trounce every single plan set before her. Instead of helping her rise in status, she did the exact opposite thing. At this point, Nero turned to her own personal growth and training more ferouciously than ever.

After, who else would help her advance if her dear twin sister refused to even do so?

However it was soon clear that if he were to reach her fathers and sisters, she would need to eschew the usual knighting routes and ordinary warfare (going so far as to disguise her gender to not be compared to her sister), and her eyes turned to other ventures: Punitive expeditions. Monster slaying. Orc Tribe culling. Nero would each time answer the call to bring her blade to the darkest corners of the kingdoms, going whenever others would refuse to set foot.

On one of her expeditions, her party got ambushed by the reanimated remains of long forgotten creatures and warriors. The battle against the Barrow Men nearly killed her, but she emerged victorious, the only survivor of her entire expedition, after awakening her magical powers and donning a cursed armor. Her newfound power granted her confidence. Nothing was too dangerous or gruesome, as long as fortune and glory were to be had. The entire world was her battlefield, and it was her enemy as well. She rose in rank, by being the toughest, meanest of her fellows. Eventually, her exploits did not go unnoticed by his family or Thaln, and she was knighted in a fastous ceremony and granted the right to have her own score of troops, the Knights of the Raven.

It was then when she caught word that her little sister had eventually joined the Iron Rose Knights...
* Equipment:

Nero wears a black-painted full plate, with the only identifiable markings being a raven overimposed a sun in the chest.The armor is itself a long-forgotten demonic artifact that feeds on her magic power and gives her unparallel might and skill with knightly weapons. She sports a hand-and-half bastard sword in combat, and she has a shield with the same Sun Raven sigil. However, Nero has three knives hidden in her shield and waist, as a surprise weapon. She also sports a Simple recurve bow in the back.
* Skills:

Knight Training: Nero is able to use all knightly weapons with a certain degree of skill, like swords, lances, and bows. She can also use a shield and ride on horse sufficiently well enough. She is also versed in using knives. The powers of the demonic armor augment her strength and the speed, thus making her appear a master swordsman (in appearance and skill).

Martial Arts (Assasination): Sometimes, even the most virtuous knight has to drop all pretenses and just focus on straight-up killing a target in the most efficient way. Nero actually learned assasination skills from less-than-reputable peers which allow her to kill targets only using his body as weapon. Needless to say, Nero doesn't like to show up this skill in front of witness and reputable duels. Nero is also versed in employing poisons.

Magic: Nero, like her twin sister, has talent for holy and healing magic, although it remains largely untrained. It is what enables her to use the demonic item proficiently.

Cultured Strategist: Nero is well versed in History, and Martial Strategies. She also knows the importance of morale and charisma when leading troops.

Acting: Very much like Sult, Nero is good at feigning emotions and spinning lies. Hilariously enough, she shares her lack of rythm and tone-deaf skill when it comes to dancing and singing.

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"Well, that's good to know that you got a gist of things. You guys don't seem to need me for anything...and um have fun with your large hound friend. If you guys need me, I'll be out in the training fields, got a few things to test out and train a bit."

Pholus heads out rather quickly and doesn't seem to enjoy the presence large beast in the room. He didn't really trust it and had a strange feeling it would end up really bad. The problem is that he didn't enjoy wasting resources on a fight like this, so he was going to leave it to the others to deal with it. Heading out while seeming to pull certain switches on his metal gauntlet...going out with a rather strange smirk as he passes by the large beast.

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Sir Tyaethe Radistirin

Whilst others might be tired by the day's exertions, Tyaethe was back in full form on the way back. Her blade was hefted to catch what moonlight it could and begin the process of regenerating its broken tip and, internally, the paladin groused at how the interrupted assassination attempt made her dressing neatly for naught: there hadn't even been time to get a good meal at the ball. The ball that, hopefully, nobles would now be allowed to exit when reports of the Knights' success got back to them.

That ought to silence the doubters about Fanilly's ability to serve as a captain.

There wasn't time to get away and to her room before something entirely unexpected happened: Merilia, floating in the air behind some... was that an Alphiine? No, it couldn't be, and she'd met a few dignitaries from Akitsushima in her lifetime--enough to recognise the outfits. Not that she'd seen a rabbit from there from there, either.

The rabbit was a minor point compared to the witch. There were a lot of things that she wanted to say and wanted to ask... but... just a projection. From further away than ever before, but she recognised the signs from campaigns in the past, when the knights had split up. Half of what she wanted to ask was pointless without the small girl actually being here.

"Captain, if Merilia sent her then she should be safe. If she wanted to cause real problems, she would come here in person," the white-haired girl said, turning on one foot for the stairs. It was time to get her armour on; she felt even more exposed with that one watching.


[System]
Age: 24

Appearance:

Profession: Lion tamer

Bio: Claire was abandoned on the doorstep of an orphanage at a young age, but ended up running away with a friend of hers when she was 8, because she hated living there. The two joined the circus who'd arrived in town and was allowed to travel with the circus as long as they made themselves useful. Claire was amazed by all the animals at the circus, but especially the lions and the tigers. She became the apprentice of the current lion tamer and learned everything from him. In time, he left the circus to settle down and start a family, by then Claire had to take over as the circus' lion tamer. She's got some horrifying scars on her arms and legs, but that was from when she was careless and inexperienced. She smells like one of the big cats herself most of the time, and she's recognized as one of them by now.

Name: Elena Dragomirov

Age: 47

Appearance:

Profession: Circus director/Magician

Bio: Elena is russian and took over the circus about ten years ago. She used to be the circus magician before that. There's not a lot more known about her. There's rumours that her magic is more than just tricks and illusions.

Name: Solomon

Age: 6

Appearance:

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Claire had only meant to take a quick nap where no one would find her, but as she woke up she realized it was early morning. The sky was turning light grey outside of the cage, and through the bars she could see the movements of shadows and silhouettes. The workers of the circus must be up early to prepare for the first show tonight. They'd arrived outside of London yesterday afternoon, and there had been a lot of work for everyone, like it always was when they arrived in a large city.

She ran her hand through her mess of a hair, picking a few straws of hay out of it. It was easy to sleep in Solomon's cage, since he enjoyed the company and got more hay to sleep on than her other cats. He was rather rare as a white tiger, so he was treated as a king by most.

"Oh bother, why did I wake up this early…" Claire mumbled to herself, rolled over on her side to try and find a more comfortable position to sleep in.

She came face to face with the white tiger in the cage. He observed her for a moment, then opened his mouth and yawned. Claire pushed his mouth away from her when she felt the stench of his morning breath.

"What did you eat kid, you stink." Claire laughed, and petted his back. He leaned into her and purred loudly.

The circus had bought Solomon when he was just a small cub. He'd likely been taken from his family in the wild by hunters or poachers. He'd been scared at first, often crying out in the middle of the night for someone who would never be there for him again. Claire had recognized herself in him, and as she was the lion tamer she'd let him stay with her in her wagon. In time, he got too big to live with her though, so he moved to his own cage. He didn't like it much at first. He became anxious when Claire wasn't around. She was the only one who he thought of as family, so she'd visited him as much as possible until he got used to life with the circus.

Claire loved all of her big cats. The lions, the tigers and the panther, but Solomon was special because he was her little kid whom she'd raised. He was as large as any of the others now, but she still thought of him like that.

She considered getting out of the cage before someone did find her, but the thought soon passed when she fell asleep again.

Elena Dragomirov was the proud manager of the Wanderlust Circus. One of the biggest traveling circuses anyone had heard of. She usually woke up early to prepare for the night's performance, but today she'd barely been able to sleep. Once she noticed that night was turning into day she put the book that had disturbed her sleep down on the desk in front of her, and sighed.

It was time to make sure everyone else was doing what they were supposed to be doing, whether they wanted too or not. Some were late sleepers and some were just plain lazy, but she couldn't have that on a first day performance in a city like London. That simply would not do, not for her circus. She had a reputation to uphold, so she got dressed in something warm, made and ate breakfast alone, then stepped outside to deal with whatever problems had already reared their ugly heads.

"Dobroe utro." She shouted loudly to no one in particular. It was a kind of alarm, and something she said every morning. Anyone who dared to sleep past the initial warning that their boss was awake might come to regret it.

[Assistant]
The rising sun peeked through the shutters of the wooden wagon, falling upon the face of the brunette who lie tangled in the sheets from the previous night's sleep. Her eyes opened slowly and she squinted against the bright rays that invaded her living space, placing a hand up to block the blinding light from her face. She slowly sat up and stretched, yawning as she did so.

Kathryn sleepily stood and stretched again, grumbling and rubbing her eyes. She lazily lit a flame of a lantern and placed a pot of water over it, placing tea leaves in to steep. As she waited for the warm liquid to boil, she walked to her closet and retrieved her clothes for the day, placing on a red top with worn brown trousers and black boots to finish it off.

She poured herself a cup of tea and slowly sipped on the bitter liquid as she looked out her window. As she finished off her first cup, she heard the call from the boss, signaling that it was time to begin the day. Kathryn walked over and opened up a chest that sat in her floor, pulling from it a holster and a set of shining knives. She placed the holster over her head and fingered the sharp blades before placing them along her side. The blades were decorated with intricate Celtic knotting and shone like brand new silver from the blacksmith.

As she walked outside, she took in a deep breath of cool English air and smiled to herself. She walked past the wagons that housed the traveling circus members to one very familiar to her. Stepping inside, she grinned. "Good morn---" Her face turned to a blank as she discovered her companion was not in her room. Well, she isn't one to rise early...

Kathryn raised an eyebrow and closed the door to the wagon, walking past her next stop and banging on the door. "Elijah, I hope you're decent." She poked her head in and saw the young man sitting inside sipping on a cup of tea also.

"Calm down, Katie. I'm up."

She grinned and gave him a wave, "Alright, I'll see you at the practice ring then in twenty minutes. Don't be late."

He laughed lightly and waved her off, sipping again on his tea and gathering his things for the day.

Kathryn walked over towards the big cat enclosures, taking care not to make too much noise as she moved through. She made her way to Solomon's cage and peered inside. There she found Claire, cuddled up with the giant tiger in slumber.

"Claire... Claire...!" She whispered. She noticed the big cat eyeing her, and from her pocket she pulled out a piece of jerky and slipped it to him. "Easy now, boy." After her friend had stirred, she gathered an apple from her satchel at her side, and held it up at her.

"Good morning sunshine, time to get to work." She grinned wide and tossed the apple at her, placing a hand on her hip after she threw it.


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"Greetings, my name is Lunalel. Just call me Luna. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Age: 19
Gender:  Female of course

"Of course I wear my family's armor. I must represent them and show others how respectful we are."

Appearance:
Lunalel is a blonde woman that stands at approximately 5'10". Typically, one can find her in a set of lighter looking plate armor with her family's seal on it and a sword at her side.

Personality
Lunalel is a righteous person, believing that everyone has their own personal set of rights. She is likely to help others in dangerous situations and live up to the Lightsword Code of Honor. She's friendly enough though, and is pretty relaxed overall though her speech patterns follows formality of the nobles though.

"There's really not much to know. I'm a Knightess and a Magic-user."

History:
Lunalel is the daughter of the current Lord of the Lightsword house. As a whole, the house is fairly popular among it's people for the way the Lord treats them as people rather than property.

On the other hand, every citizen is expect to have at least a year of military training by their 20th year of life completes. This is a measure to make sure each and every citizen is able to protect their selves and their families.

Lunalel is no exception and in fact is a paragon of the system itself. As a noble, she is not expected to farm or doing peasants would do to make money, so instead starting from age ten she began her training as a knight, traveling from village to village under the banner of the Lightsword house.

As she reached the age of fifteen, she found her own powers of light magic and practiced on her own. Her father decided that the best thing for her was that she be sent to St. Sappho Academy to study some years later. He heard suspicious things about the Headmistress. . . But he fell to the words of his daughter to allow her to go.

Magic:
Lunalel is a practicioner of Light Magic as she uses it to smite her foes and assist her allies. Her first real spell is her "Light Aigis". It summons a giant shield of light that will block most attacks. In addition, she can also attack her enemies with a large blade of light she dubs, "Bright Blade". She also has lightly learned how to heal, though it will mostly just heal up small cuts in a timely manner.

Limitations
Lunalel's biggest weakness is most likely the fact that she lacks any real range in her arsenal of skills and feats.

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Lunalel Lightsword

"That's one match down. Doesn't look like there are all too many matches for this." Luna said as she took off her helmet while some of the other contestants were having their go at it. There were some decent looking competition, and others not so much. They were pretty much weeded out in the first match here until the point that Luna was called out for her second match of the evening. Another person was on a horse across the way again. They looked a bit bigger than the last person she fought, so hopefully he was a bit more of a challenge.

Marie gave her little speech as she did before and soon enough someone said, "Charge." Again. Both riders urged their horses forward. The two raised their lances against one another. . . And a grand hit from both! They recoiled from the hits and lost whatever brace their shield arms had but stayed a top their horse. Now it was time for round two. They charged again, this time breaking both of their lances against each other. Luna was almost knocked off this time, but she kept on her horse almost barely. This match is more of what she was expecting at a jousting match.

Soon enough, the two were re-equipped with new lances. Soon, they charged at each other again! Lance met shield, and Luna was still atop her horse. Her opponent not so much. Internally, she cheered. Externally, she raised her lance again, showing her victory in the current match. There couldn't be too many of these left. So the Knightess made her way off field again, to make way for the other matches.

Eith the Shellagh

"Okay." The Shellagh had little idea what Miren was going to have them do. There was much at this festival she'd never seen before. Some odd games that looked just a little too complicated for Eith to figure out, though with the recent change in Eith's mental capacities they might just be possible to understand. She seems to be able to do a little more in the area of cognitive functions since then, so she might be able to thank Selvina just a little bit in the long run.

Katherine Lindall

"Oh my." Katherine said as she fell and hit the ground. When she looked at the Undine's face, she saw the clear annoyance in it, but at the same time, she was blushing something fierce. With a quick glance, they didn't seem to be anywhere with a high population of people. . . Or any people for that matter. "Oh, come now Celine. It's not like there's anyone around to spy on us." The teacher said as she stood up and moved over to Celine and threw her arms over the water woman. An Undine's body was an interesting thing to touch. "No one around to see that cute little blush of yours either." Katherine said before giving her a peck on the cheek. "Except me, being the one to make you do so. Didn't know an Undine could blush like that either."

Katherine Lindall

Around Meowka, a couple of dolls gathered. The cat was obviously down. Katherine had given orders to them to help keep the girl entertained so they'd do the best in their tiny selves to make that a possibility. . . Though that was mostly on Meowka herself. One grabbed at the cat's leg and shook it a bit, to get her attention. Once they had it, they showed her a couple of gestures that they wanted to do stuff with her. Or something of the sort. If nothing else, the cat should be able to figure out they were there to keep her company.

Richard Lightsword

"It would be much appreciated if you would do that Miss Fiore. Richard said with a great smile. That was one part of his evening quickly taken care of. Now, as for what she had said about dinner. "An invitation for dinner? Far be for me to decline such an offer. Though, who else might be "important" that you are inviting?" Richard asked, curiosity in his voice. He wasn't all too sure who all she deemed important after all.

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Maoin's ears dropped as she was told not to cheer for Lady Lightsword, but she nodded. Of course the order that she was completely prepared for being issued a couple of seconds later distracted her better than a fish flying through the air could manage. "Of course mistress!"

The enthusiastic kitten practically pounced towards the small bag she had brought just for this purpose with a smile crossing her face as she brought the sandwich over to Lady Sorcha. "Made just for you mistress - some of the meat is lamb like I know you love!" The girl decided to be willfully ignorant of the fact that the dragon appreciated her share of mutton likely because it reminded her of days when she used to raid small villages like some powerful god.

Maoin really wanted to curl up against her owner or kneel at her feet but looking at the dragon's more serious expression the cat gave off a slight sigh, a respectful curtsy, and then returned her chair to watch the games. The second match didn't go nearly as smoothly as the first, and watching Lady Lightsword face a more worthy opponent set the cat-girl on the edge of her chair as the knightess recoiled. The girl hoped the next match wasn't quite as violent.

As the two stood on the ice the phoenix hoped that some other memory would come to her mind like with the bow as she was brought towards the lake and allow her to score an easy bullseye. Perhaps one of her prior incarnations had experience in this matter and would be willing to show her how it was done and allow her to look graceful.

This was not the case however as Fia immediately slipped on the ice and felt her face plant against the frozen surface as she stood back up with a nosebleed, only for her feet two slide against the ground and for her to fall onto her rear end with a resounding thud. Her eyes squinted slightly due to the pain but she adjusted quickly - she'd been through worse in the past.

This time she stood up a bit more gradually and looked towards Gwynn in hopes she had instructions on the matter.

Meowka looked down at her leg as she felt some other presence shake it. Leaning forward slightly with a slice of fish being devoured by her tongue she observed the doll as it stood there and seemed to start trying to make signals. It took a while for the cat to interpret, but she understood that they were there to make sure she had a good time.

"Fantastic. You-" The girl pointed at one of the dolls as she laid down on a bench. "Find me somewhere I'll be appropriately pampered. Obey the prowler of the night or face my wrath." Had Mistress Katherine given her these dolls to be used as her temporary slaves? It seemed the prowler of the night cheered up noticeably as she thought about the idea as she gazed down at the doll with just a slightly predatory grin.

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~Gwynn & Ritsa~

"Okay okay, don't hurt yourself." Gwynn chuckled as Ritsa slid over to Fia. The Hydra gave her a big grin, helping her stand up. "Hrm, you don't have any skates though so this might be a little tricky...uh, hm. Augh damn it forgot to stop by the dorm and grab them." She could just give herself skates made of ice herself. For Fia though, it wouldn't exactly be uh, a good thing. "Eh, I'm sure you'll be fine." Without another word, Gwynn walked over to Fia, placing a firm though gentle hand on the girls shoulder. "Alright key thing you need here is balance."

Gwynn went on to demonstrate the proper form to simply gliding easily enough. Ritsa joined in as well, though not as well as Gwynn considering her natural aversion to the ice and simply lack of skill.

~Sorcha~

"Bang! Crash! Crack!" Maire shouted loudly from her pedestal. "Ladies and gents, that was the sound of hard work, sweat, and determination! I wonder if the lady knight wouldn't mind thrusting her lance at me, hah!~" She giggled. "Actually, no, don't do that becasue I'm no good at this stuff. Annnnyways- second match goes to the blond lady knight again! She's doing really well! She's certainly a good one, isn't she? The matches will resume after a small interlude!~"

Sorcha cheered quietly from the stands as Luna won again. She eagerly devoured the food Maoin bought, not paying mind to much else as she did so. It had been awhile since she had some decently cooked lamb, and Maoin certainly did deliver. The next matches proceeded with various level of difficulty. Some were felled in one hit, while others too many more - and quite occasionally did Luna look like she was going to fail herself. In the end though, it was reduced to Luna and just one other Knight.

"Alllllright ladies and gents! Humans and Dragons! Adorable kittens that I want to kiss!~" Maire giggled, giving the box Sorcha was sitting in a bright grin. "The final match is upon us!~ Who will win? I dunno, lets get the final match underway already!~"

~Livia~

"Just a few nobles from the area. Some of the more powerful mages, and few people from the church." Livia replied with a sigh. "Truly, It's likely going to be a boring affair but when you're as popular as I am you have to do these things." She chuckled lightly. "Oh, there will be a few...personal friends there as well, though they shouldn't cause too much trouble." She hoped at least. Myrilla had already been told not to cause a ruckus. Viatrix though? Well...not so much. "I wouldn't want to subject you to such a thing though, so you are free to decline of course." She stopped for a moment, seeming to think for a moment. "I do not know if you've heard or not about the recent discovery of a certain lost City, but one of their diplomats are supposed to be arriving this evening."

[Assistant]
Luna was glad to finally be at the end. She'd endured many challenges thus far, some easier than others of course. Now, she found herself against the last opponent of the tournament. This was quite the imposing man too, little surprise he made it to the finals. Still, the Knightess was not daunted. She was ready for the ready signal. When it was yelled, she urged her horse onward as did the opponent. Their first pass was uneventful. Their lances almost harmlessly bounced off the edges of the shields. The second and third passes were a bit rougher on both ends, receiving direct hits but managed to stay on the horse. The fourth Luna's lance broke upon the enemy. After receiving a new one, she ready for what was the final pass. The opponent's lance broke, and Luna thrusted at just the right moment and at the right spot to throw the man off balance and he fell off his horse.

Luna raised her lance and took a victory lap around the field, showing off her glory and splendor to the entirety of the crowd. She then looked up to Sorcha's box with a smile underneath her helmet. Whatever Sorcha had planned, she was going to unveil now. The secretive Grand Prize was a curiosity to most to be sure.

Katherine's Dolls

The dolls looked as if they'd sigh and grabbed Meowka and carried her off somewhere. Soon enough they found themselves in front of a stall. It was a game. Horseshoe Toss, to be precise. The dolls set the cat down, but given their size, it was more of sitting her on the ground while one jumped up to the stall and handed the attendant a coin, pointing at Meowka. He looked at the dolls curiously, but thought little of it after a couple of seconds of thought and put a few horseshoes down for Meowka. The dolls looked pumped up for her to play. There also seemed to be a few cute looking prizes for making so many horseshoes.

Richard Lightsword

"Lost City? I've not heard." It was nothing of interest to the Lightsword domain after all. That was something for the King to worry about. "Either way, I would be glad to join you. It'll give the chance for the kids to catch up without old father hanging around." Still, it would be a good chance to talk to officials he had not ties with yet.


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Age - 26
Species - Watamaji
Role - Freelance Counselor
Gender – Female
Appearance - Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.
From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Personality - Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected. Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.
On the other hand, even when she's not at work, she finds it difficult to share her own story and lean on other people. She feels like her own heart could break, but that her entire purpose is to be there for others no matter what. If she hurts, well… that's just how it must be. She would never admit to feeling so isolated.

History - Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealous of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.
Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay. The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. It took her nearly ten years to work up enough money to attend a galatic university. There she excelled in her courses and
Equipment and Skills-
Water suit- Absorbs moisture from the environment to keep her skin wet and cool.
Travel tank- Contains space for her to rest, and water for her to rest in while she's on land. Moves on two treads and has a small hand control.
Vocal mask- Achieng has a tech mask that fits over her mouth that can be used to direct her already powerful singing into something that could be weapons-grade lethal.

Fishing knife- While she can only do so underwater, Achi is well trained in the use of a knife made to hunt fish. She calls it a knife, but it's half the length of her arm and hooked at the end.

Singing- Like all of her people, Achieng can speak and can also sing in what her race calls wimbo-kusema. The closest comparison would be whalesong, but a Watumaji's is much more powerful and loud. Some of the tones range below what many beings can detect, and some range far above. Achieng has a natural talent for it, and can be extremely loud to the point of causing damage if she had to be.
Diplomat- Achieng is an excellent speaker and can smooth talk with the best of them. Her background in psychology makes her very adept at navigating social situations, and knowing a lot about many kinds of beings prevents awkwardness and species faux-pas.
Swimming- While she is inhibited by her tank on land, in an aquatic environment, she is far more at home. Achi is a swift and graceful swimmer, and does not have to breathe underwater.
Activity – I work from 9am – 6pm, and I've got D&D on Wednesdays and Thursdays. Most if not all of my posting will be on the weekends, but I will do my best to pop on after work and keep informed. My job does not allow phone use or internet use outside of what is necessary for work, so I won't be able to get on during. If there's something urgent, tag me in post or PM me. I try to at least check those during my lunch break.

Extras –
-Achieng sleeps in a big tank.
-Achieng probably won't sing openly unless she's alone. For anyone to even know how well she can sing, they would have to be well-versed in her species, or catch her in the act.
-It's considered a sacred rule that anyone who visits your home must leave with a meal. That said, Achieng keeps little candies that she gives to visitors, because not giving some kind of food to either a client or visitor is akin to insulting the gods themselves.

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Cass was perched on the rooftop of a desolate, abandoned building nestled in the lower levels of New Newyork's slums. She was hot on the trail of her new quarry. She needed the work. Not so much for the money. Not that she would pass over fifteen million. One would be crazy to and Cass wasn't crazy. Well, not the refuse-fifteen-million-crazy anyway. But she needed the distraction. She'd had a bounty hunting crew with a couple of her splice buddies, but one after the other they all got mated and eventually left the business to settle down with their mates. She bore them no ill will. After all it was what she eventually wanted for herself. To find a mate. Maybe not settle down per se, but still... to find that connection with someone and hunt bounties together and live happily ever after.

 Cass chuckled wistfully and shook her head to clear out the last lingering romantic notion. She switched gears quickly and lifted her head to sniff the air. Just to make sure she hadn't lost the trail. She hadn't. The scent wasn't fresh. A couple of hours old, but she could follow the quarry non the less. Due to her splice genetics she could discern scents and smells that were a couple of hours old at least.

 Cassidy extended her 5'7 frame gracefully and without so much as a twitch of a muscle flew into a full sprint so fast an ordinary human would need a slow-mo cam to detect her movement. She dashed across the rooftops, jumping over the gaps between the buildings with apparent ease. Thoughts of her ex crew already stuffed neatly in a box somewhere in her subconscious. Slowly, but surely Cassidy receded and the huntress surfaced. She had a job to do and a damned good reason to do it. She needed to get off Earth. She needed a change. And it looked like this Shaw fellow was going to be her ticket out.

 But Cass was a cautious hunter. For one man to have such large bounty on his had, he would have to be dangerous. And right now she was a one woman show. She needed to be careful and not underestimate her quarry. She would pursue him and wait for the opportune moment to strike. She could tell by the scents and smells she was detecting he was being pursued by some sort of reptilian or reptiloid creature. She could smell raw power and strength. Maybe even on par with her own. But she also had cunning.

 She was getting closer now. She could hear the commotion caused by the chase. Her enhanced hearing picking up scattered bits of conversation. Insults being thrown about. Shouts.

 She readied!

[Assistant]
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Grace, New Newyork

She quickly lifted her head, glancing at CB17 with a hesitant voice "What, n-no, no, I'm fine thanks." with the tapping coming to a halt, leg still. Even after speaking her direction would come to the floor again, something so prevalent that one could think she'd be an expert a floor tiles. Silence taking over once more as the shuttle moved it's way through the depths of the district, the suspense and adrenaline in her body became a source of irritation. How much longer did they have to wait? It was a case of nervousness that dictated her to not fly the shuttle, New Newyork- let alone Earth -being such unfamiliar territory, it was hard not to overthink and break down in fear at the prospect of piloting through such a world.

However, this oncoming irritation only fueled motivation, and the motivation was that of getting this shuttle on track. "We need to get there faster, so uh, I'll just be...piloting." Grace was still as nervous as ever despite the newfound urge to get things moving, glancing over at bulky droid before opening the door swiftly, disappearing even faster as the pilot's seat would be taken up, controls wrangled back from the autopilot. A new shuttle would provide a lot of obstacles in the way for someone who was used to simply operating these machines, but, for someone of Grace's background, the only different thing was the logo of the company who owns the plating. The insides of controls like these had been torn apart too many times. Once gawking at and getting used to the controls was done, the great urban abyss was left to be piloted through, endless rows of lit up windows, long pipes and a hard time finding out what was up from down when the sky was out of sight. Giving a heavy sigh, Grace would glance over to the nearest indicator of where they were suppose to go, trying not to be too distracted by the scenery. And trying not to think too much on if the autopilot was actually faster...

[User]
Rama sat in the transport alongside CB17 and Grace double checking his weapons, making sure that they were operational and moving smoothly. Meta, his mech. sat on the floor across from him, he made sure that it's maintenance protocols were all green, didn't want to get into a mess of things and find out it wasn't full ready for combat. As he looked in his optical scanners they blinked all green in his view showing that it was prepared as well.

It had been a while since he had worked on a crew but Shaw had somehow convinced him that being apart of The Hellion Crew was worth his time and skills. Rama had thought that he would be living the rest of his life with his mech and the two would be dead in a blazing blast of glory.

Meta, what is the status of our captain? Can you pick him up on your scanners yet? He asked with his robotic transmitter that linked him to his mech, it allowed him to speak to Meta without having to actually speak out loud.

There is nothing yet, but don't worry and just be prepared for when the time comes that we do meet up with him. He won't likely be alone giving his track record. Meta replied.

Rama put his gun down by one of his extra arms that pick it up and kept its hand on the handle, he then brought out his three balls and began spinning them with his mind. It calmed him before going into potential battle, relaxed him.

He then heard CB17 speak to Grace asking her if she wanted some water. She politely said no and he had to chuckle, he didn't know if she belonged here as a pirate but her skills as a mechanic were good and he felt that as there were a number of robotics between him and the two robots she was the right fit for the mission. He then saw her decide to pilot the transport to see if she could get them there sooner than it was on autopilot.

When she left the room he turned to CB17.

"What the girl needs, is combat experience and training." He commented to the robot, as he stopped the balls from spinning, placed them in their designated pocket and got up and patted it on it's shoulder and walked up to where Grace was sitting.

"Don't worry Grace, it's just me, 'was getting bored back there myself. So you know how to fly this thing? I sure hope it's faster than the autopilot." He said to Grace as he made his way behind her seat and took a look outside. Earth, what potential it had and what a waste it had become. He thought to himself as he looked at the lights of the city, it's advertisements for new products everywhere you looked never getting a break to look up and see the stars. To enjoy the sound of the wind or trees waving in those winds. The faster they got Shaw the sooner they could get off this rock.

"Hey, when we get close to Shaw let me know, I prefer to be on a vantage point on top of the ship in case he is bringing company to the party." He said to Grace as he kept his focus sharp looking out at what was in front of them.

[Assistant]
Achieng browsed the Freelancer's web while picking at the remnants of her steak. She pursed her lips as she found an opening for a ship's counselor. Apparently their last had taken ill and had to leave. "Hm... Emperion. Captain McDonnell. Human. Hmmm..." She uploaded her bid to the site, which included her price as well as what she needed to be on the ship. Her prices were a bit lower than usual, but the caveat was that she needed a large tank of water that was constantly filtered and temperature controlled. Many ships wouldn't or couldn't handle the expense, or the space. Maybe this ship could.

"Oh, and they're nearing Earth. How fortunate." She paid for the meal and went to find a few leisure novels to read.


[System]
Stella Herbalem

Character Quote:"Beware the most beautiful flower, as it might be the most deadly."

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Character Summary
Aliases:Flower Girl, Star, Stella-Bella
Age: 12
Birthday: March 20th, 2008
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Berkeley, California
Godly Parent: Demeter
Cabin Number: 4
How Many Years At Camp: 0
Gender: Female
Occupation At Camp: N/A
Languages: Ancient Greek, English, some Spanish

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Appearance
Height: Currently 4'8"
Weight: 85 Lbs
Body Type: Skinny but healthy
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Red
Skin Tone: Pale with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: One piercing in each ear lobe.
Personal Style: Stella likes to keep her hair nice and long, and she usually has it loose, but she will braid it sometimes when she's working in the gardens. She tends to wear easy to wear clothing, jeans and zip up sweaters the most, casual clothing. She hasn't really found too much of a personal style yet, as she is a twelve year old girl, but she does like wearing more 'earth tones' or things in green that match her eyes.

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Psychology
Cheerful* Spacey * Friendly * Sheltered * Optimistic *Impulsive

Sexuality: Unknown, she's twelve and not sure yet
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Stella is overall a very bubbly young lady that honestly has nothing but good and happy thoughts for the world. Part of this is because of her upbringing and her fathers influence on her. This has led to her being a bit sheltered about some things, like some of the issues of the world, as well as issues that might arise from being what she is. However, overall, she is a cheerful and spunky young girl with bright eyes and a happy smile.
Fatal Flaw: Excessive curiosity: She is too curious about the world and sometimes it can get very distracting, as she will wander off, her head being in the clouds (according to her fathers.)
Habits: Chewing on her nails, skipping over cracks, whistling when gardening.
Hobbies: Gardening, cooking, reading, and hopscotch.
Fears:
* Fires
* Homophobes
* Pure black darkness

Likes:
* Strawberries
* Tea
* Puppies
* Books
* Poppies
* Rain

Dislikes:
* Big felines (Lions, Tigers, ect.)
* Snow/ Frost
* Bullies
* Strong Black Coffee
* Horror Movies
* Baseball

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Skills
Demigod Abilities:
* Chlorokinesis: As a child of Demeter, she has the ability to control plants, like accelerated growth and plant sensitivity.
* Karpoi Summoning

General Skills:
* Baking
* Gardening
* Reading
* Some knowledge of poison
* Sewing
* Cooking

Combat Skills:
* Some self defense lessons
* Some knife lessons

Magic Item: * A seed packet full of flower seeds that never empties. (Gift from her mother.)
* Sickle from Demeter. (Helps her control her powers.)

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.
* (Less carried and more being followed by) Arbor, their pet plant wolf.
* Clothing - Sneakers, jeans, t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, stud earrings, necklace with a peace sign on it and a flower watch.
* Purse/Wallet - Backpack~
* Wallet- With a library card for Berkeley Library, $250 US Dollars, A Berkeley Bus Pass, A few gold drachma.
* Celestial Bronze Dagger, gift from her mother.
* Paperback books
* Photo album
* House keys
* Small makeup bag with a collection of normal seeds in it.
* Sewing Kit
* Stuffed Red Panda plush
* Cell phone
* Small otter plush

Possessions In Cabin:
* Extra clothing
* Tablet (Not really used.)
* Practice weapons
* Small planter of her more interesting plants
* Extra soft pillow from home

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History

Biography
Stella always was an unusual child from the time of her birth, as she had two fathers that loved her and one another very much so. They were rather quiet about whom Stella's mother was, always saying she was a surrogate that wanted to remain anonymous, and Stella was alright with that until she was twelve and things changed.

Stella was raised by her fathers, with both a wealth of information and plants around her, as one of her fathers was a professor of biology, and the other was a celebrated flower arranger, as a Japanese-American man. It was still clear that she was a bit odd, as she had attention issues, and she was always happiest when outside in the sun and among the plants, and talking to them happily. Her fathers never saw anything odd with it, and encouraged her more.

Things started to change as she got a bit older and entered middle school, and she started to notice more and more weird things. Like creatures that others didn't see, and that people were following her. Her fathers assured her that she was alright, and nothing was wrong. It was only towards the middle of December that things changed drastically in her life.

How Long Have They Been At Camp Half-Blood:
Stella technically hasn't made it to Camp Half-Blood yet, but they are on their way there. It was half-way through the school year, and she was struggling a bit as usual with her ADHD and dyslexia when she caught the attention of one of her classmates. Around half-way through the year, the classmate introduced himself as a satyr, and told her that there was a camp she needed to go to. After talking with her dads she set off for the camp, on a grand cross country trip.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Strawberry Fields Forever

Extra Information:
See previous Character for Sample
Favorite God: Hades and Persephone, followed by Freyr
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

[User]
Ezekiel Kel

Location: GCS -- New York City
Skills:

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 Ezekiel continued to stare at Demetri in utter confusion, even after he panicked and shifted into a cat. Now Zeke couldn't demand answers from him. He wasn't even sure what he was feeling beyond confusion. Zeke had been heavily attracted to that raven haired female that cared so deeply about him. He should have known it was someone playing a trick on him but Demi was the one to pursue him all those months ago. So what did it mean to him now? Zeke didn't have the faintest clue except for feeling some disappointment with the confusion.
 Nancy came back over and told everyone how much the train would cost for them. Ezekiel sighed, glad he had managed to pack himself some snacks this time because he was about to give Nancy his last bit of change. Zeke rummaged through his pack for his cash and handed Nancy a crumpled up twenty. He didn't bother to say that was all he had. It was pretty obvious enough as it was.

[Assistant]
Location: Labyrinth
Skill:

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Andy smiled a bit as Mary and Mads talked. It was kind of funny to her. They made it into a quiet corner of the Labyrinth. Andy had a sinking feeling that something was off. She felt like this might be the last relaxing moment they would have. Then Chocolate was there, leaping at her. She caught him confused. Chocolate was supposed to be with Arthur.

"Chocolate." She said, confused. Giving the hellhound puppy some pets. "What is wrong?" Not that the puppy could actually talk to her. "Where is Arthur?" She asked the puppy again. Not really expecting an answer, but worry was building in her gut.

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Location: Train
Skills: Mist Control

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"Yeah, there should be a dining car. We can check it out." Niah started to head out and look for which end of the train the dining car was on. However, there was a disturbance.

She ducked back into the room and closed the door quickly. Then pressing her hand on it, she thought of an electrical access door. Letting the mist manipulate their cabin door. It should be a good enough disguise. It was unlikely but not impossible that the cyclops would still try the door. Especially if they had their smell.

"Well, there are four cyclops on the train. I had the mist disguise the door. Hopefully, that's good enough. Unless you feel like fighting." She said the last part with a creeping grin on her face making it clear she'd be fine with a good fight.


[System]
Rank (If applicable): Major (Swords of Sanghelios)

Species: Sangheili

Appearance: Standing at 252 cm (8'3") and keeping his brown eyes to himself most of the time, Yalu is the model of any Sangheili soldier. His average grey complexion only conforms him further. Without his armour, he barely sports a somewhat wide chest and mandibles to give him an individual appearance. His combat harness at least allowed the expression of his lineage; a refurbished assault pattern harness he brought out from family storage shortly after The Great Betrayal ensued.

Skills: Close to medium range combat, vehicular combat, and just about any situation requiring improvised solutions under pressure. Not the strongest or most resilient, but fast of body and mind.

Preferred Weapons/Equipment:
- Type-57 Carbine [T-57 C] or Needle Rifle [T-31 Needle Rifle], though any good marksman's weapon will do
- Concussion Rifle [T50 DER/H]
- A Brace of Plasma Grenades [T1 Antipersonnel Grenades]
- Wrist-mounted energy dagger
- Whatever else is at hand

Background: Yalu began his career from an unassuming life on Sanghelios, indoctrinated like many of his peers into the Covenant dogma and piped into its military training. It quickly became clear that he was a fast fighter and a faster learner. Merit in training carried him into promising early missions for his masters. He distinguished himself enough to earn respect -- a reliable soldier with strong initiative, a level head in a crisis, and always looking out for his team mates. His superiors saw enough potential in him to present fitting challenges, but he generally fell short in one key aspect. His kill count was low for a soldier of his capabilities. He was promoted to major only when most at his cohort and skill level were already each majors for at least three years, and he never earned the right to carry a sword.

Those Yalu worked alongside could not begrudge any lack of skill or courage. He knew when to strike and was a fantastic shot in amongst any firefight, not to mention no one could recount a time he seemed to panic or give any indication of retreat. When the time for slaughter came, he simply feigned advance when everyone else rushed forward to take scalps for personal glory.

Superior officers spoke with him about his reticence, but there was always an excuse or a dodge he had. They most eventually tolerated his behaviour as a lack of ambition. That was until he was assigned to an Ultra with a deep seated bloodlust during the Human-Covenant war. Yalu faced the most dangerous months of his life in that time, as he was thrown into mission after mission with the tacit (and sometimes clearly stated) objective of killing as many as possible. It was in this time that he grew resentful and empty. He might have lost himself completely as he justified the missions as a path to the Great Journey.

Then the prophets stole away everything. The Sangheili were replaced by the Jiralhanae and the truth came out about the Halo rings' purpose. Yalu's commanding Ultra tossed aside any notion that the prophets were in the wrong as if there was hope on the other side for any of them. Yalu, with the support of the soldiers around him, called the Ultra out, accusing him of dishonourably feasting on blood rather than granting mercy to worthy opponents. The Ultra drew an energy sword and a duel followed. Yalu won out by taking a cheap strike at his opponent's jaw to shed one drop of blood, before claiming it was the only honour he had to spill. The Ultra lost his temper and fell into all of Yalu's traps until he collapsed into a battered heap, beaten to within an inch of his life by the butt of Yalu's carbine. In one more act of mercy, Yalu obliged the Ultra's next order to end his life to cover his shame.

Thankfully, Yalu was not the only one resentful of their position and betrayal by the prophets. The battlegroup agreed to find and defect to the separatists. Once again, Yalu fought for a cause in a way he could agree with.

After the war, Yalu's body count was still abnormally low. While respected by his peers, his new leaders resented his lacking approach to his personal honour and glory. The prospect of Aegis Team was the perfect way to dispose of Yalu while still providing a top notch fighter with a cooperative spirit to joint operations.

[User]
Vael 'Virisusai

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The armored column had to move quickly to take advantage of the surprise they still had over their enemy. The open ground outside the walls would have made for a strong defensive position, had the city's garrison been able to see the attack coming. The plasma turrets alone atop the walls were far from sufficient to stop, or even slow down an armored assault. At the moment, they were able to push forward at max speed to close the gap to the city walls. Weapons fire from the mantis and scorpions at long range could tear apart the plasma turrets long before they could do meaningful damage to the vehicles. The plasma turrets were intended for anti-infantry or anti-aircraft roles, while other defenses would normally handle heavy vehicles.

The push to the wall had been simple, with little resistance, but now that they were approaching the opening their ship had made, they were about to be stepping into much more danger. While the breach was not small, two scorpions side-by-side would only barely squeeze through. For their entire column, it was going to be a choke point. They caught a few glimpses of infantry through the opening, but machine gun fire from the scorpions forced them back into hiding. No doubt, they were scrambling to establish a defensive position inside.

At the moment, the team could not know how many anti-tank weapons were already in position inside. The defenders would be scrambling to deploy them to the breach, but it had been less than a minute since landing. If they were lucky, they would be able to get a foothold inside before the enemy could arm themselves to deal with them, but the longer they took, the more the enemy would be able to fortify.

"Shadows, stay back until we have a foothold inside. Everyone else, push forward!" Vael ordered. They were going to be pushing into an urban environment. The city did have streets wide enough to accommodate their vehicles, but it was still going to be far more cramped than the field they were in now. For armored units, urban fighting could be particularly dangerous, so they would need to be adaptable and alert for threats that could come from any angle. They did not know exactly what the other side of the breach looked like or where the enemy was positioned on the other side. There was only so much planning that could be done ahead of time; at a certain point, they had to adapt and improvise. How they decided to cross the choke point would be important to improve their odds.

[Assistant]
Spartan Lucas Ryker and Infiltrator Comi'Masam

Leading a group of warthogs and a couple of other needlehogs, Ryker and Comi were already inside the breach, lighting up any infantry that they could see. However, once they were inside the walls, the needlehogs were in a very different situation, as their munitions were worthless against the walls and heavier protections offered by the urban environment. The warthogs equipped with standard armaments would have the penetration to clear out walls without having to risk their crews, but Ryker and the other needlehogs were going to have to hope they could catch the defenders between positions as they raced through the streets. {Light armor group is inside the walls and doing what we can to push back the city defenders. What's the plan for securing the buildings as we move? Needlehogs are good against infantry, but not much else.}

Comi, meanwhile, was lighting up every Unggoy, Kig-yar, and Sangheili that exposed themselves long enough to take more than a couple of needles, keeping any of them holding anti-tank weaponry from getting an actual shot on both the Warthogs and the approaching scorpions and wraiths.

[User]
As the breach was so small, a traffic jam inevitably ensued as the heavier armour filtered through into the city. Soldiers on the walls began firing small arms and chucking grenades down onto the vehicles beneath. Tar's Wraith hung back slightly and pounded the walls with blue balls of plasma. She tilted her plasma repeater as far up as it would go and sprayed the parapets, forcing some of the Sangheili there to take cover. Her shield flared as a carbine bolt pinged off the Wraith and into her face.

"Clear the gap, move!" Tar yelled, ducking back down as far as she could go into her cockpit area as her gun overheated.

[Assistant]
Yalu 'Suumko

With a hollow wheeze from its engine, Yalu swung his banshee around toward the walls. The close air support on his wings could fly over relative safety with all the anti air turrets on the walls blasted off their mounts, but the weather left visibility to be desired.

Yalu's voice hummed quietly over the comms from the shelter of the prone cockpit. "We have the skies. Mark urgent targets for the hornets and banshees. We will be shooting down their aircraft as they come."

Yalu did his friends a favour in the spare moment to do a strafing run on a parallel street to the wall to keep anti-armour teams pinned. The street lit up with rapid fire plasma bolts. No small arms fire did more than scratch at this distance. It was all he could do before enemy air support came onto the radar. He pulled up and boosted into the rain to gain altitude.

[User]
Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker
// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Armored Assault on a Shadow >>> Sieging the wall

Grik continued to hold onto the lead troop transport as they began to crawl closer to the walls of the city. The breach in the wall was a tight fit for the vehicles and the defenders on the wall were not going easy or breaking their spirits. Yet it did not seem like they were getting the heavy weapons they had left to bear on the advancing armored column or the vehicles pouring through the gap. Small arms and anti-tank weapons were a likely cause for the amount of fire power heading towards the breach in the wall and the city beyond.

The grunt had a good opportunity in his new suit, to show off its power and maneuverability on top of not being seen on the battle field before. This was a test run for non-simulated combat. Now would be a perfect time to test out its ability to clear walls and trenches knowing that it could easily dive off the wall if it got too hot.

Leaping from the troop transport, Grik began moving through the armor around him to get to the wall quicker than the transport could. Evading so many tanks and other vehicles wasn't entirely easy, he found that he had to hitch a ride here and there on a tank or two to get out of the way but eventually made it to the wall.

"Lift and shift your fire on the right wall." Grik called out over the radio.

Slowly and deliberately he waited for the armor to shift its fire to allow him up while pinning down enemy forces. Being mindful of being shot from the other side the goblin mech scaled the wall to the top were most of the defenders seemed to be rallying and started with a barrage of heavy needles before he even got up to the top. Following the barrage quickly up the wall and beginning to open fire on the defenders keeping an eye on his shield strength and continuing to use cover when he was able too. Hopefully this would give the vehicles more time. To get through the gap.

[Assistant]
Vael 'Virisusai

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It went without saying that Grik's maneuver came by surprise to the defenders on the wall. The prototype goblin had far more mobility than would be expected from a vehicle of its type. The infantry on top of the wall were not equipped to overcome the heavy defenses of the mech, nor did they have much cover to hide from it. Those that Grik did not kill right away retreated quickly. In addition to taking a lot of the pressure from his team below, from the top of the wall, he would have a good view of the streets inside.

With the light vehicles Ryker was leading having pushed through the gap, they had been able to put pressure on the enemy infantry pretty much immediately. They had forced many of them to scatter and seek hard cover, which meant the tanks pushing through the breach behind them did not have any sort of organized frontline to try to stop them. Plasma mortars from allied wraiths sailed overhead to bombard groups of enemies that could be seen rushing towards the walls in the distance, while shells from scorpion tanks were targeted more precisely at closer groups.

While their armored column was able to establish a foothold in the walls, moving forward still presented more dangers. Not long after they started to advance, a flash of green shot out from off to the right in front of them, from the doorway of one of the buildings. A fuel rod struck one of the warthogs, sending it rolling until it crashed into a barrier on the opposite side of the street. A second fuel rod fired quickly and struck the front of the lead scorpion, though from a single shot, there was no penetration through the tough armor. The shooter quickly ducked back into the building, but Vael marked the target for his wraith's driver. It fired one plasma mortar, then another back-to-back. Between the two of them, the small structure collapsed entirely.

"We have neither the time nor forces to secure every building. We shall use our armor to destroy any place they may hide. Our objective is the Kaidon. Should Tar defeat him in honorable combat, then the city shall recognize her right to lead. Advance straight to the keep, as quickly as possible." Vael ordered. The city, of course, was not strictly a military stronghold, though Vael did not seem concerned by differentiating between military and civilians. The building the wraith had collapsed looked to have been a residence, but it was no less of a target to him.

In the air, the blockade runner was still close enough to provide support, as well as serving as a target for the attention of ground-based AA. Yalu and the other banshees could use it to gain an edge over the incoming banshee squadrons. However, their ship could not continue to soak up damage forever. An alert went out that there would be two minutes before the blockade runner retreated. Once that happened, any pilot still in the air over the city would be in much more danger.