[System]
* Age: 17
* Gender: Female
* Appearance: Whee.
* Personality: Overly confident nearly to the point of arrogance, and a bit of a showboat, Seffora is immensely proud of her magical prowess and not exactly shy about showing it. This can tend to rub some people the wrong way, but she doesn't really let that get to her. She's perpetually cheerful and optimistic, albeit a bit ditzy at times; she has a short attention span and finds it hard to really focus on things outside out of her interests, which are mostly cute girls and lasers. As she herself says, "lasers are a girl's best friend!". Really, she just wants people to see how great she is, and to recognize her for her talents, which is why she practically jumped at the chance to be a part of this endeavour.
* Skills: Besides being a skilled mage, Seffora is also a talented cook and doesn't have as much problems with modern technology as other mages. However, she's also small and not exactly the most physical of people, relying more on her mana reserves than her physical prowess and can easily be overpowered in close-quarters.
* Abilities:
	+ Magecraft: Seffora's elemental affinity is Air, and she possesses a moderate amount of high quality magic circuits. Despite being a decently skilled mage, Seffora is not very good at Formalcraft, as she relies far more on her own naturally high mana reserves than any kind of ritual-based magecraft.
	+ Notable Spells: Whilst she is rather skilled at several forms of magecraft, due to her high mana reserves Seffora has a tendency to focus mostly on blasts of mana. Her three favourite spells are Twinkle Laser (a small, fast beam of energy that can be fired rapidly), Sparkle Laser (a larger, more powerful beam) and Shining Laser (a far larger and stronger beam than even Sparkle Laser, which quickly drains even Seffora's mana reserves when used). These aren't actually the real names of these spells, but Seffora insists that her names are better.
	+ Gandiva Simulacrum: A Mystic Code made in the image of the legendary Arjuna's Gandiva, although naturally nowhere near as powerful. By channeling their mana through it, the user is able to create arrows of light, and although only one can be shot at a time it has exceptionally long range and can pierce several targets at once.
* History: The Arcuballistas are an old family of mages from Britain, who during the days of the British Raj spent a lot of time in India studying the mystical beliefs of the natives. Even back then, many of the more traditional mages found this distasteful, feeling they had been "polluted" by outside influences, but their standing was still high enough that no-one tried to directly confront them about this. Over the years, they moved about the Asian continent, studying different forms of magecraft and consorting with various sources considered heretical by the Mage Association, with some unconfirmed rumours claiming they may have had some connections with the Theosophical Society of Helena Blavatsky for some time. Still, whilst the more conservative sector of the association secretly wished to see their line's demise, during the late 20th century an upsurge of more radical thinkers began to find themselves a voice in the halls of the Clock Tower, none more prominent than the new Lord El-Melloi. Thanks to this, and the magical prowess of their latest scion Seffora, they have found a place for themselves with only a relatively small threat of being executed by the traditionalists. Seffora herself practically embodies their place in the world of mages, as whilst many of the younger radicals are rather fond of her (despite some of her more abrasive tendencies), the older mages aren't exactly keen on her and only really put up with her because of how talented a mage she is. Nevertheless, she was still put forward for this project by one of her older teachers, who assured her that such an important task was best handled by someone with her natural talent... Whilst they secretly hoped that the danger of the mission would lead to her having an unfortunate accident and never being seen again.

* Name: Nursery Rhyme ("Alice")
* Class: Caster
* Appearance: "Lovely you and lonely me, let us dream together."
* Abilities:

	+ Strength: E
	+ Endurance: E
	+ Agility: C
	+ Mana: A
	+ Luck: B
	+ Noble Phantasm: EX
	+ Territory Creation: A
	+ Self-Modification: A
	+ Shapeshift: A+
	+ Meanwhile...: A
* Noble Phantasms: Nursery Rhyme: A Tale For Somebody's Sake: A Reality Marble embodying the concept of nursery rhymes, fairy tales and children's fables, a gateway to Caster's inner world; although Caster herself is a product of this Reality Marble, creating an infinite loop where there is no beginning or end, just like the very concepts she embodies. Without fully activating it, she is able to pull concepts from this inner world and use them in the real world, basically turning fantasy into reality; due to a past encounter, however, she is especially fond of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, and so often pulls concepts and characters from the Alice books. This includes card soldiers, griffons, mock turtles, and most dangerous of all the manxome Jabberwock. She also has the ability to call forth the Nameless Forest, but due to how dangerous it is to both friend and foe she is rather reluctant to do so. Invoking the name of the Noble Phantasm will fully activate the Reality Marble, unleashing Caster's inner world and transforming the surrounding area into a facsimile of Wonderland itself, a world built on the nursery rhymes and fairy tales, a dreamlike land where nothing is ever as it first appears. Caster is almost like the queen of this whimsical reality, and as such can instantly summon multiple beings from the stories and poems that she is the embodiment of. However, like all childhood fantasies, the Reality Marble is ephemeral and fleeting, and will eventually collapse and return the world to its usual state.
* Personality: Polite and cheerful, but also childlike in her view of the world. She tends to be rather friendly to others and can be quite the chatterbox sometimes, and seems to find it hard to show malice towards others, even her supposed enemies. As the Heroine of Children, she cares deeply about children and one of the few ways to make her angry is to upset or hurt them; it doesn't need to be physically either, as there are certain other Heroic Spirits she despises due to the stories they wrote as humans. She also can't stand bullies, and isn't afraid to make this fact abundantly clear. Despite having the identity of "Nursery Rhyme", the embodiment of her namesake, she insist on being called "Alice" instead, and occasionally refers to herself as such in the third person. Even though she claims to hate bad ends and love happy endings, she seems perfectly fine with actually fighting; it's possible that her childlike innocence doesn't entirely grasp the concept leading to her seeing it as a game and her battles simply being playing with the others. She is especially fond of tea parties and will often try to set one up when left to her own devices.
* Other: Utterly adorable and precious and is in fact the best Caster ever.

[User]
Estelle Varianbec, Master of Berserker

So this was the power of a Servant... in an instant, the skeletons around them had been annihilated without fail, clearing a wide circle around the pair of them in a single motion. Then, the small girl was set down on her feet as her Berserker proceeded to tear apart the army of familiars. Really, all Estelle had to do was watch her Servant work... but she wasn't content with that. Extending one arm, a series of white orbs appeared above it, as the childlike magus spun on her heel and let loose three beams of destructive prana. A low-grade deployment of her most powerful spell was hardly as impressive as the top ceiling of her capabilities, but it would do, tearing cleanly through skeletons with each shot and knocking them into loose piles of bone. After a few more shots, she caught sight of the conclusion of the Servant battle. The Caster-class Servant had sunk some strange dagger into her opponent, and immediately fled when the purple haired woman hit the ground.

The last of the skeletons were being mopped up, but the town was still in flames. Deep down, she had to question why a Caster class Servant would chose to attack their opponent with a dagger rather then the useage of magecraft. Did the woman perhaps possess a high grade of magic resistance? She didn't seem like any one of the three knight classes, though... From appearances, Estelle would have guessed Assassin, but... somehow she didn't seem so... stealthy, perhaps?

Whatever the case was, something strange was happening here.

"... Berserker!" she called, "We're going to remain here. Do what you can to extinguish these flames, I'll investigate the wound that dagger made."

Perhaps this was an overly-confident decision, as Estelle began to approach the downed Servant. But... She had to know what had happened, and on top of that... Well, a deeply smug part of her was sure that even an attack from a Servant wouldn't so easily shatter her bounded field.

[Assistant]
Demon Archer

Narrowing her eyes and letting loose a full salvo of red beams after the retreating Medea, the great warlord in the body of a small woman tsk'ed before glancing at the still clutching Master on her person. Slowly but steadily peeling off the suction-like girl with a calmness that bordered on professional and making sure to hold her up until she could actually move, the now glaring Demon Archer's crimson gaze throbbed with the glee of one that was on a hunt.

"Master, should we follow our prey posthaste? It would be ever so annoying if they were to escape into their burrow and hunker down... and we need both answers and reimbursement for her actions." The others could take care of holding down the fort, if they let their foe slip away, there was a chance she would simply just rebuild her forces and attack elsewhere anyways.


[System]
Age: 27

Birthday: unknown

Magic: Magnetic Manipulation. With his magic he is able to alter the repulsive and attractive capabilities of magnetism in various ways. This magic can be used in battle offensively and defensively, he can also use it outside of battle for things such as travel.

Magic Level: B

History: He lived his life traveling from place to place doing various odd jobs here and there. He never really settled down in one place for more than a month, with one exception, when he was 19 he stayed in a small town helping a family get settled in to their new environment and helping them build a home.

He doesn't remember anything before the age of five when he woke up in the middle of a forest alone, he spent most of his childhood homeless fending for himself. He eventually met a man who took him in for three years before setting off to travel, which is the reason Robin travels now.

Personality: He seems cold at first but in reality he's a very kind and friendly person. He never does anything he sees as wrong and always helps those in need. When the time comes for it he can be very serious and quick thinking, in combat for example he is calculated, more of a strategist than anything. In certain situations he turns from his usual demeanor into that of a heartless cold blooded killer who would strike someone down without a second thought.

Guild and guild mark location: Phoenix Wing mark is on his back between his shoulder blades.

Team Members: none

Three Strengths:
1. He's kind to a fault
2. He can quickly adapt to nearly any situation.
3. He's a decent negotiator

Three Weaknesses:
1. He's quite gullible
2. He's a bit too honest
3. He's a sucker for strawberries

Greatest Love: Adventure and strawberries

Motivation: He simply wishes to get stronger and help as many people as he can.

Appearance: Usually wears a large robe. Attached to the underside of the robe are nine metal blades varying from large to small in size. He always has on black leather gloves with large wristbands, a pair of drivers goggles with a brown hue to them, a skin tight black silk shirt with long sleaves that tuck into his gloves and pants, and a pair baggy blue, slightly cut up, jeans that are snug around the waist but sort of flair out near the bottom. He's a medium builf with bright green eyes and green hair that's usually down with one stand hanging slightly over his left eye.

Additional Details: He usually only fights as a last resort, he can quickly change his style to match the situation and he fight more defensively on most occasions but if he needs to go all out he will. He's not usually one to strike up conversation. Usually he's quite nice and seen as what would be considered by most a "good guy" but his personality and motives are near impossible to pin down.

[User]
Lux Harken

The look of embarrassment changed to one of relief. He held out one hand to the bathrobed knight and spoke. The relief on his face working its way into his voice.

"Thank you. I was starting to worry that we would have to tighten our belts on the way out of here."

Jason just might actually fade away if that happened.

"By the way, my name is Lux Harken. Do you mind if I ask yours?"

[Assistant]
Penny

Penny knew she had the guild's support, but how could she explain she was going to kill someone, at their request, because she was the only one that could? It wasn't something she relised, nor was it something she wanted the whole guild to know. As Ariel's personality changed, Penny blinked at the touchiness she was displaying. "Have you ever killed someone, Ariel?" Penny said after a few moments, looking to Ariel, "Because I have, and I don't want to do so again"

Jessie

"Well, you know that Sheldon has his own ways of knowing things. Well, it was an interesting match, that's for sure" Jessie said happily, munching enthusastically. "Certainly we have seen some...fabolous skill the last few days! certainly wouldn't want too be on the wrong side of these guilds!"

Dragon Fang vs Riders Blade part one

The first battle of the day was inspiring, and the crowd was eager for another battle, as Games master sheldon played them up, the names flickered across the board. Finally, Sheldon called out Its going to be HUnter and Ammy of Dragon Fang vs Sigurd and Delsin of Riders Blade! Step right up, and get ready to RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

Hunter and Ammy stepped onto the field and moved towards the center, Ammy's twin scythes folded shut and hanging from her hips while Hunter had a small storm of jade around him, purely for the entertainment of the crowd however. Ammy was impassive as usually, her face blank except for a semi-bored expression. Hunter, on the other hand, was excited by the prospect of a good fight, especially after doing nothing but watching for most of the time. When the reached it, they waited for the other team to arrive.

"Alright you two, be careful. And don't take your anger out on them for what happened to Jackie, that's Phoenix Wing's fault." Fraquar said to his two guild members before they silently nodded and took off. Though neither Delsin or Siegard personally knew Jackie, they knew she was considered a friend by their Master, Lucus, and Pyrrha. That was enough for them.

They entered the field and stood opposite of their opponents, Delsin calm and relaxed with a smile on his face while Siegard was serious, studying the two mages in front of him. He had a very bad feeling about this.

Ammy and Hunter regarded their opponents they were regarded in turn. Without a word, it began, Hunter rushing forward as a this sheet of jade encasing his body. "Jade Dragon's Steel Fist!" His right fist became encased in even more jade as he brought it down towards Delsin, though Ammy was close behind, choosing to move on Siegard as her twin scythes flipped open.

"Death's Twin Coils." However, instead of an attack being launched, something about Ammy's charge changed and rather than go for a straight on slash, she slid between Siegard's legs and hooked his ankles, letting her momentum do the job for her. As he went down, she rose up and descended, her aim putting the Death Magic user's landing square in his back if he didn't move. Regardless of if the move landed, she followed it up with a spinning slash and the back-flipped away, slashing with bot scythes and sending a wave of black energy towards Siegard. If he didn't move, it would impact and leave him extremely tired.

Meanwhile, Hunter would follow up his Steel Fist with a Tail Swipe, the sweep aiming to trip the bounty hunter and the kick aimed to knock him either up into the air or towards the wall. Even if it missed, he followed it up with a roar, the particle sized jade soaring towards Delsin.

As for Delsin, he's gonna had to channel his inner Train.))

Ammy successfully tripped Siegard, however, he quickly rolled out of the way and kept rolling until he was out of reach of her weapons. He then quickly got to his feet and drew his sword.
"Slippery little girl aren't you." He said, drawing his sword but making no move to attack Ammy. He had a feeling that studying this one would be a good idea before striking.

"No... no... Oh hell no!" Delsin said as he dodged each of Hunter's attacks, just barely getting out of the way of the Jade Dragon's breathe attack. Drawing his gun, he quickly loaded several bullets into it and waited. It seemed his opponent had a brute force, straightforward style of battling. He could deal with that. The Jade scales and dragon abilities. Not so much.

Hunter grinned and held an arm out straight. "Jade Dragon's Blade." The arm turned into a green stone sword blade that extends at high speeds towards Delsin. Even if he dodged, Hunter would swing the blade to follow his opponent, though eventually he retracts the blade and rushes forwards again. However, halfway across the distance, he launches himself forwards and starts spinning. "Jade Dragon's Drill Horn!" The attack would impact Delsin's chest if he didn't move.

Ammy remained focused on her own opponent, circling him before spinning the pair before combining them at the base of their hilts. "Mists of Styx." After she spoke, the arena becomes enshrouded in a thick mist, obscuring the sight of both Delsin and Siegard, although an area quickly clears around Hunter and Delsin to allow the pair to continue their fight. With the mists now up, Ammy began a flurry of guerilla attacks, testing her opponents guard and reflexs. However, the longer Siegard stood in the mist, the less he felt like fighting. This presisted for roughly thirty seconds before the mists cleared and the swordsman found himself facing a dual bladed scythe glowing purple from both sides. "Reaping Whirlwind." The blades briefly created a purple tornado around Ammy before launching it towards the swordsman, who would still be feeling semi-lethargic.

Delsin's reflexes were impressive, dodging the blade at the last second as it extended towards him and ducking under it again as his opponent swung it towards him. He glanced over at his teammate and saw Siegard was moving slower then usual after being surrounded by that odd black mist. Without a second thought, he fired his gun, the bullet going around Hunter and hitting Siegard, switching Delsin with the swordsman and giving the bounty hunter just enough time to avoid the purple tornado.

Once he was safe from that attack, Delsin unloaded and loaded his gun again before firing at the girl's feet, the bullet releasing a blinding flash of light. Delsin closed his eyes before the flash, sparing him before he fired another bullet that, should it hit Ammy, would wrap her in chains, binding her arms to her side. He was hoping he could avoid hurting the girl, as hurting women was something he tried to avoid.

Siegard slowly got to his feet and faced Hunter, raising his sword in time to block the drill, though the attack still sent him flying into the wall. He slowly got up and dusted himself off before looking at his new opponent.
"You two have impressive magic. A dragon of a semi-precious stone and a girl who uses dark energy to sap her opponent's energy to slow them down and make finishing them off easier. Still, I think things will be more interesting now." He said

Hunter grunted in annoyance. "Damn it, now I owe Ammy half the pay of my next job." Still, despite the change, Hunter closed the distance once more, launching a flurry of Steel Fists to test his opponent's reaction speed. Following that, he pulled his arm back with his fingers straight, forming a spear arm. "Jade Dragon's Spear Strike!" He slammed his arm forward towards Siegard's chest and backflipped away from the resulting impact and slammed his palms palms to the ground. "Jade Dragon's Rising Spikes!" Several long and sharp tipped spikes rose around and under Sieghard that would hurt him if he didn't move.

Meanwhile, Ammy moved with the flow of everything, already moving back and away from the gunslinging Delsin as he fired the flash bang shot. Fortunately, she didn't need her eyes to hear the next shot and she rolled to the left, the chains flying through the space she'd previously occupied. "Reach of the Reaper." Vanishing in a puff of purple smoke, she reappears behind Delsin. "Form of the Reaper." The scythe wielding mage was enveloped purple energy, reappearing in the visage of the Reaper himself. Spinning her scythe again, she swings down towards Delsin. Even if she missed, a purple wave of energy went out a short distance and she stayed on top of the bounty hunter.

"You're fault for making the bet to begin with, whatever it was." Siegard said before he proceeded to block Hunter's blows, his blocks becoming faster as the effects of Ammy's mist wore off. When Hunter went to stab him, Siegard's blade glowed and Hunter would find his arm-blade stopped and himself unable to move as he originally planned as Siegard caught the attack with his now gauntleted fists. "Seems I've caught a dragon by it's claws."

[User]
Cyare Staunton

Sinatra @HereComesTheSnow @Caasicam

"Cyare Staunton." The tall woman shifted her sheathed sword (not like she could buckle it around a robe) to her left hand, shaking Lux's hand firmly with her right. Cyare frowned internally, just a little, at the mention of tightening belts but she didn't let it show. She withdrew her hand a moment later and returned her sword to it, adding, after a thought, to her introduction. Added with reluctance and in a much softer tone, however. "The Pawn."

"This is Angel and Kaia."

[Assistant]
Trinity Stratos
Trinity had retreated to her room with Karn, petting him and studying him as she pondered a solution. She set the orange tabby on the bed and pet him sweetly before she drew the blinds and took a breath. She set a small pile of fire arrows on the bed for him to chew on before she sat next to him, rubbing her chin as she pondered to herself. "To capture sound..." She lay back on the bed with her arms behind her head, thinking. "Hmmm."

It had been a relief that her name hadn't been called for the fights yet. Meant she had a bit of time to think of something.


[System]
Age: 34
Ethnicity: Chinese

Appearance: No one truly has ever seen the beautiful face of Mei. Those that did only caught a brief glimpse before she "took care" of them. Her dark hair and dark eyes, while traits of her Chinese descent, display her efficiency and her cold lethality.

Personality: Being secluded for most of her life has had a significant effect on Xia-Mei's social development, but in her line of work there's no room for socializing, no room for friends. Rarely does she speak, and even more rarely does she smile. Despite her cold exterior however, the woman is capable of showing kindness, just on a few occasions. She may be a highly trained killer who lacks morality, but Mei also has a strong sense of justice. She will not tolerate the likes of vicious slavers and raiders, often killing them on sight.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L:

5 Strength
7 Perception
5 Endurance
1 Charisma
8 Intelligence
9 Agility
7 Luck

Tag Skills:
-Guns
-Sneak
-Lockpick

Minor Skills:
-Melee
-Science

Traits:
(None)

Perks:
-Rapid Reload
-Educated
-The Professional
-Finesse
-Night Person
-Fast Metabolism
-Silent Running
-Mister Sandman
-Robotics Expert
-Computer Whiz
-Ninja

Weapons & Equipment:

-.45 Auto Pistol silenced with night sights

-Combat knife

-Throwing Knives

-Varmint Rifle with black synthetic furnishings, silencer and enhanced night vision scope.

-4 stimpacks

-1 canteen of purified water

Companion: None - There is no room for companionship in Xia-Mei's line of work. Too much of a liability.

Bio:

In the years leading up to the Great War, the Communist Republic of China had inserted spies behind enemy lines in the United States. They operated under deep cover, posing as normal civilians and passing on classified information to their handlers in Beijing, often times carrying out clandestine assassinations as well.

One such, Xia-Mei, was given the task of seducing a high ranking military officer living in Nevada, a scientist working on a way to sustain human life through cryogenic sleep. He was on the cusp of discoveringa breakthrough when Mei had entered his life.

Eventually as time progressed, the woman developed genuine feelings for the scientist. She ended up falling in love with him and the two married and had a daughter. The woman had strict orders to kill the man and pass his secrets onto the intelligence board, but Mei couldn't bring herself to betray the man she loved. Instead, she opted for the peaceful life of a loving housewife and mother.

This peace, sadly, would never last...

On the day the bombs fell in 2077, the man rushed his wife and daughter to the safety of a specially designed underground bunker  where they were cryogenically frozen. Many years passed, and the cryogenic chambers opened. Xia-Mei was the first to awake. Much to her tragedy, the scientist, her loving husband, was dead. Worse, her child had gone missing from the bunker.

Motherly instincts kicked in, and soon Xia-Mei set across the Mojave Wasteland in search of her daughter, relying only on her training as a spy. She eventually made it to the outskirts of New Vegas, but was ambushed suddenly by a rabid gang of Fiends. Though a skilled fighter, Mei found herself outnumbered ten to one. They quickly overpowered her and imprisoned her in Vault 3, where for six long months she became their personal "plaything".

Six grueling months of rape and abuse took their toll on the woman, forging within her a burning hatred for not just the Fiends but all savages of the wastes. Finally, that hatred spilled over the day she broke free of her captors, leaving a bloody trail of corpses in her wake.

Her body broken and fatigued, Mei found herself collapsing on a dingy, discarded mattress in the slums of Freeside. She awoke the next day, but to her surprise, she was no longer in the slums. Instead, she was in a strange concrete room, some sort of holding cell. A mysterious man's voice broadcasted over a speaker in the corner of the room, startling Xia-Mei.

"You've no need to be frightened, miss. I assure you I mean no harm. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mr. Robert Edwin House, founder of RobCo Industries and President, CEO, and Sole Proprietor of the New Vegas Strip. You're probably wondering where you are now, yes? You are in a room beneath the Lucky 38 Casino. My Securitron discovered you lying face down on a mattress after you escaped those loathsome Fiends. Oh yes, I know exactly who you are, Miss Xia-Mei. Once, you were an agent of the long forgotten Chinese Government. Your mission was to relay classified information to your superiors in Beijing then assassinate your assigned target. Instead, you fell in love with the man and had a daughter together. Now...that daughter is missing, and you'll do anythingto find her."

Xia-Mei was alarmed by how much House knew, even more so by the fact it was he who brought her to this cell...but why?

"Who are you? Why did you bring me here?" She inquired with eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Pragmatic as ever, House replied, "Twas only a generous offer. I could have left you to rot in that God forsaken cesspool, but a woman of your caliber is something that you do not waste. Secondly, I believe I've already introduced myself, unless you weren't paying attention earlier. I'm a very powerful man, Miss Xia-Mei. For years, I've been collecting information from governments all over the world. It was all in preparation for the day the great powder keg this world was sitting upon was lit....and my, was it ever lit. The point being, Miss Xia-Mei, your "talents" would prove invaluable to a man such as myself. I am willing to offer you a business deal. You work for me as my personal spy and assassin, and I will aid you in all I can to find your missing daughter."

"And if I refuse?" Xia-Mei hissed.

House laughed, "Then I would hate to do this, but...concealed in this very room are four 12.7 millimeter automatic turrets. All I have to do is press one button, and you, my dear, will be nothing more than a relic of the past...a bullet riddled relic of the past. So...do we have a deal?"

"Fine." Xia-Mei answered begrudgingly. "But only because I want to see my daughter again."

"You have my word we will find her, Miss Xia-Mei." House assured. "But until then...you have work to do."

Mei was reluctant to work for House, but nevertheless she served him dutifully gathering information for him and eliminating his rivals. It was at the peak of her career working for House when she was tasked with an assassination. A courier of the Mojave Express was hired by Mr. House to deliver a package to the New Vegas Strip, a platinum poker chip bearing the Lucky 38 insignia. The courier however got greedy and decided he was gonna take off with the chip and sell it for a hefty price.

He had only made it so far when Mei tracked him down just mere miles outside the settlement of Goodsprings. She was about to snipe him from the old water tower when she saw the courier get ambushed by a gang of men and a mischievous fellow in a dapper, checkered suit. Mei watched the arrangement taking place, only to witness the man pull out a gun and shoot the courier point blank in the head before taking off with the platinum chip. She would later discover the man's name was Benny, a two timing con-artist who schemed to take over New Vegas.

Her initial target presumed dead, Mei pursued Benny across the Mojave in order to kill him and return the platinum chip to House. She eventually ended up close to the town of Novac, where she was mistaken for an NCR spy and captured by Caesar's Legion. Mei was sent to Cottonwood Cove soon after, where she was to be transported to the Fort, interrogated, then crucified.

It was at Cottonwood Cove Mei discovered the horrible truth. Her daughter was captured by the slavers and sold to a wealthy man who had traveled down from the Commonwealth. Enraged by this news, the woman lashed out, brutally stabbing a Decanus she was handed over to for a night of fun, and made her escape.

During her captivity, many events had transpired. Benny was dispatched by an unknown assailant in his casino The Tops, Mr. House had been "deactivated", and the NCR had possession of the platinum chip. Also, Mei learned the Legion's most decorated commander, Legate Lanius, was preparing an all out assault on the Hoover Dam.

...but she didn't care about any of this...

As the Battle of Hoover Dam raged onward, Xia-Mei made preparations to leave the Mojave and make the long, arduous journey to the Commonwealth. She had no idea if her daughter was alive or dead, but one thing was for certain, she would find the man her child was sold to...and kill him.

Faction: Independent - During her journey, Xia-Mei has done various work for factions. Most of these jobs obviously were assassinations and gathering vital intelligence. However, Mei never considered herself a member of any faction she did business with. They were strictly a means of compensation for her.

The lone wolf prowls, seeking her lost cub.

[User] Roman glanced around the corner of the alleyway, checking for raider's or ferals. He was in some suburb on the east coast, he didnt even know which commonwealth. However, he did know that this town had an abundance of nuka-cola and right on the corner of the street, in its red glory, stood one of the prized machines. He strode over to it after making sure the coast was clear, opened the machine and pulled out the last four nuka-colas. He popped the cap of one, drank it in a few sips and slipped the bottlecap in his pocket. He sat on the hood of a car, his laser rifle propped next to him, and enjoyed the sunshine.

[Assistant]
Khan
Jax looked through the scope of his sniper rifle at the man. He had taken the
nuca cola Jax had been looking for, and he would use any means necessary to get it. His faint red dot appeared on the man's chest, and he smiled as he started to pull the trigger.


[System]
Age: 19

Nationality: Scottish

Appearance:

Description: A fairly rambunctious and stubborn girl, Nessie isn't dissimilar to your average Scotsman. She can display quite a tough and, at times, even rude and imposing exterior when in the company of strangers. Around friends she is brash, cheeky and can be quite loud, frequently poking fun at those she surrounds herself with. Equally, though, she also enjoys her own company, her favourite passtime being sitting by or swimming in a lake, especially one surrounded by beautiful scenery. Definitely the outdoors type. She loves a good drink though, and will never say no to having a pint in a nice pub.

Biography: Born in the Scottish Highlands, Nessie comes from a fairly wealthy background, her childhood home a rural manor house within an idyllic setting. Mountains, hills, woodland and lakes as far as the eye can see. The perfect place for an adventurous young girl like her, and still it remains her favourite place. Her parents work in... well, that she's not really sure of. Never has been, even to this day and age. And it's not like she's had many opportunities to ask them either.

At a young age she was sent to a prestigious boarding school for girls in Edinburgh, to both heighten her education and to keep her somewhere while her parents were away from home working. And it is there that she has remained most of her life since then. Even when school is out, she usually goes to stay with her uncle, who lives in an apartment not too far from her school, and with whom she's built quite a strong connection with over the years.

After finishing school at the age of 18 however, she didn't really know what to do with herself. She would go between the Highlands and Edinburgh, aimlessly inhabiting each of her homes while thinking of what she wanted to do with her life. Though she had done well at school, it felt like something was missing. It went on like this for a year until her uncle, noticing her rut and seeing the effect it was having on her, recommended a change of scenery for the girl. A breath of fresh air (metaphorically speaking) and an opportunity to see her future more clearly, whether that was university or immediately starting a career.

And so now Nessie finds herself in London, the heart and the capital of England. And yet still, even with such a dramatic change in surroundings from where she was previously based, and with so many opportunities and paths right at her fingertips, the girl still feels as though she hasn't found what's right for her yet. Not only that, but since arriving in London she can't help but feel unusual. Strange flickers at the corner of her eye occasionally catch her attention, unexplainable shapes looming around her only to disappear as soon as she puts her full attention on them. Perhaps something there is something coming her way, a path she never could've expected...

Grimoire
 • Title: The Loch Ness Monster
 • Classification: Legend
 • Description: One of the ultimate creatures of folk lore, the phenomenon of the Loch Ness Monster has its roots way back in the sixth century, though most of its notoriety bubbled up in the late 19th and 20th centuries. The illusive long-necked creature, described by some to be a sea serpent or dragon living deep within the waters of Loch Ness, has created ripples throughout history with its disputed existence, gradually being pulled more and more into the limelight of contention until becoming the staple of the paranormal that it is today. And so its legend is reflected in its equally illusive Grimoire. A story that, to this day and perhaps even far into the future, has not seen its end.
 • Abilities:
The Undine - At will, Nessie is able to manipulate any water around her and bend it completely to her will. She can also summon water out of thin air if required, but that takes more energy and control to do, so don't expect her to be summoning reservoirs of water with no difficulty right off the bat. It'll take training to get anywhere close to that.

Misty Waters - Like the monster itself, Nessie can disappear herself out of thin air. The only catch is that she may only remain invisible as long as she can hold her breath. There is a loophole to this ability however, as shown with the next one.

The Loch's Blessing - These are more passive abilities than anything, but they can definitely come in handy, especially in a city that contains a massive river (*looks at London*). The Grimoire grants Nessie with incredibly swift swimming speed, making her look like a blur to anyone above the surface. On top of this she can also breathe, hear and see completely clearly when underwater, almost as if she were on normal ground. The final blessing is the loophole to her Misty Waters ability, which is that she can turn invisible for as long as she wishes when underwater, essentially ignoring its limitation. Of course, most battles would probably take place above water so this ability may not always be as useful as it sounds, but in the right situation, as well as clever usage, it can provide Nessie with an invaluable edge.

[User]
So, going by Valeria's pre-exercise speech, they'd all have to work together and perfectly coordinate their attacks if they wanted to defeat their opponent. It was certainly a good way to encourage teamwork, Olivia reflected, but she was a little unsure of how such a sizable number of girls could all hit one single spot simultaneously, especially on a foe that could fly. And speaking of…

"Oh my goodness!" Olivia gushed, her eyes seeming to sparkle at the sight of the mechanical monstrosity Valeria had conjured. "How incredibly fascinating! I just love the drill it has for a stinger! And the claws on its hands look very menacing as well! You know, I almost feel bad about having to destroy it…"

The blonde beauty was so enthralled by the sight of the insectoid war machine that she completely failed to hear their instructor note that she might be firing on them at various points of the exercise, not to mention her robot aid's little denial of liabilities… It was the sound of Suzuya's inquiring voice that ultimately broke Olivia out of her awestruck musings, and she turned to the fox-tailed maiden with a brilliant smile.

"Oh, of course!" Olivia told her. "That's a wonderful idea, isn't it darling?!"

"It is indeed, my sweet," Xolys agreed. "And it would be my great honor and pleasure to provide you with a suitable firing position, Miss Suzuya," the eldritch beast added as he lowered himself for ease of access, a series of steps and handholds forming themselves on his back. Upon ensuring Burning Heart was firmly secure, the Master of Xhar'doth would gently scoop up his azure-clad consort and charge toward their mechanical foe, a mighty beam of unreality charging in the center of his lamprey-like maw…

[Assistant]
Dynasty Queen

"Am I supposed to go to this?" The slip of paper forced into her hand, drafting her into the mechanical gladiatorial arena for the girls who got back from patrol. Suppressing the sigh, Tesni hastily finished her ice-cream before drifting into the arena the new teacher had seemingly designed for the purpose of boring her, until the fun training dummy of the mechanical hornet materialised itself. Even as Valeria stood tall on the makeshift podium spouting off about what they all really needed, the most cursed and evil thing Tesni could imagine… teamwork.
Not that she had anything against the concept, really. It's just that teamwork kinda relied on all parties involved performing at a somewhat equal level with synergistic powers of some description. And it's hard to synergise with the comparatively mundane and not very magical fighting style of 'hit things with a big stick'. She was about flow, forcing her flow into the battle, making the enemy fight at her pace and her pace tended to be a bit too impulsive for others to follow and adapt to. And most Pageless tended to stop if you smacked them hard enough in the right spot, regardless of how many people are there to do the hitting. Still… maybe she could still take hold of the flow of this battle, she'll just be generous and let it flow towards the others.

"I'm not really sure if I'm meant to be here, but I have a ticket and I suppose I should at least try and be a better 'teammate'. Stupid tin can, hollow and noisy. Let me play with you for the sake of others, okay? 'The divine root conceives, its source revealed; Mind and nature nurtured, the Great Dao is born.'" A flash and she was once again in her battle attire, her golden staff stabbed into the ground next to her, it ringing out in a clear note.

"Now since I'm unsure if me being here is 'cheating', but I was given an invitation so I suppose I might as well give some advice. Everyone should at least have a method for dealing with flying enemies. Either go up to their level…" Holding the upper end of her staff she had it lengthen, carrying her up until she was at 'eye level' with where the mechanical Pageless' eyes probably should be.
"Or do what I prefer and… bring it down to your level where you can smash it!" She watched Bonnie launch herself at the flying bug, seemingly having intuited the same method she had in mind.

C'mon Bonbon, spike it with me!"  Tesni kicked her staff backwards out from under herself and swung it up and around in an overhead chop, aiming to bring her full strength down upon the Hornet to force it to the ground.

"Fliers with wings tend to be weak to getting smashed from above!"


[System]
Age: 36
Race: Human
Home Planet: Coruscant
Details: Bocri is allergic to bacta and as a result has had a number of injuries repaired with cybernetics.

[User]
Hirani Blen

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"I am down the hallway from the blast doors to the bridge. Right outside the elevator doors."

Hirani peaked down the crisp white hallway from her position around the corner towards the bridge as she communicated with Bocri. The entire floor was actually unoccupied apart from herself and the handful of clones that ran the bridge. She slid down the wall while turning her had back from the hallway to sit on the floor to meditate. The bag she carried was now positioned in her lap and was being used as a resting place for her clasped hands. Closing her eyes, the Jedi began to meditate.

Through her trance, she began to take note of the positions of the clones, the remaining hundreds were scurrying about the ship like ants when you kicked their hill. The altered clones were filled with overwhelming anxiety and Hirani was starting to think that is was perhaps for the best. She didn't want to fight her former allies and had hope that they would be weary to confront the two Jedi. But she knew it was a foolish wish. These men were created to be an efficient army and they proved that they will follow any order given, no matter how cruel.

Redirecting her consciousness to the bridge, Hirani began to familiarize herself with the thoughts of the clones inside. If she needed to, she could control the actions of one, befuddle the thoughts of them all for Bocri to execute an easy takeover, or she could also put these clones to sleep like she did to CC-9547's group which would be the most gentle route.

She reached out to her human partner, "Bocri, I'm in a position where I can put the clones to sleep if you'd like? It would only take me a bit of time… "

[Assistant]
CT-35479 (Captain Rathis)

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Fear.

Anger.

Confusion.

 A whirlwind of emotions gripped CT-35479, Captain Rathis, as he stood on the bridge of the Corellian Dawn and listened to the hundreds of frantic calls for help that quickly dwindled into silence; the hanger below venting into space. For a few brief moments he could see bodies in white armour tumbling away from the ship until they were lost among the stars.

 What had gone wrong? Three hundred troopers in that hanger bay and now nothing but silence.

"CT-98546, report." He keyed his mic, trying to raise the trooper who had been responsible for overseeing the death of the traitor Bocri. Silence. Ominous silence.

"CT-98546, do you read me, over?" The comm waves remained utterly silent. Not even a whisper or flicker of static to suggest someone was trying to key their mic.

"CT-9547, report." He addressed the second squad now, those being sent to deal with Hirani. She was in her quarters and should prove a quick task for the elite clone troopers sent to kill her.

"Entering her hall now." A moment of silence. "Making contact now."

The second turned into ten seconds, and then into thirty. Rathis glanced around the bridge at the remainder of his crew, none of whom looked back at him.

"CT-9547, update." Comms silence. No blaster fire. No explosions. Nothing.

"What is going on down there?" He finally snapped at a nearby crewman who was flipping through the cameras that covered major intersections throughout the ship, as well as any turbo-lift doors. He silently cursed the Chancellor for not giving them more warning of his intentions to arrest the Jedi.

"There is no sign of CT-9547, or his squad." The crewman replied, still flipping through various camera feeds. Other corridors showed clones moving about in disciplined groups as they reacted to the emergency klaxons that blared throughout much of the ship.

"Show me the hanger bay." Rathis ordered and waited as the screens were brought up. Half of them were damaged beyond use by the explosions and none covered the control booth where Bocri had been last seen.

Rathis began to feel a ball of anxiety form in his gut. Nothing was going as it should have. He eyes raced over the control panels as he searched for any indication of what might be happening. Other than the alarms for the hanger bay, everything was exactly as it should be. That still meant there was one, if not two, Jedi now loose on his ship.

"Tell the gun crews to blast anything that attempts to leave the ship. We cant have them trying to esca[e in a fighter or troop transport." There was only one other hanger that could handle the larger craft, and the smaller executive hanger. "I want thirty troopers at each of the remaining hangers. The rest can begin sweeping the ship, starting with the lower levels. Check everything, vents, garbage compactors, nothing can be missed."

Comms blazed to life as orders went out and he was relieved to see some semblance of order returning to the ship as the clones moved quickly and purposefully to carry out their orders. It gave one a sense of pride to see it.

Minutes passed and squads continued to check in regularly, all clear. Engineers were trying to restore order to the hanger bay but the concussion grenade explosion had shaken wiring loose and the bridge command consoles were unable to reactive the magnetic shield. They had no way of knowing that a lightsaber had slashed through the cables.

Squads were just reaching the lower decks of the ship when one of the command crew suddenly jolted upright in his seat.

"Uh, sir, sir!" He was waving frantically and Rathis practically ran to his side. A chill ran through him at the site of Master Hirani meditating in the hallway beyond the bridge doors. She was practically inside and he had sent the rest of his clones to the lower decks!

He opened his mouth to say something but at that very moment a gentle touch caressed his brain and he found himself feeling terribly sleepy. His fingers scrabbled for the control console even as his knees hit the deck. His tongue didn't seem to want to work as he keeled over sideways, the crewman who had manned the console landing half across his legs, a glazed expression on his face.

It was with detached interest he observed Master Bocri appear in the hallway next to Master Hirani. It was not his concern anymore though. He was so very tired. He blinked his eyelids once, twice, and then blackness welcomed him.

[User]
Hirani Blen

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With her task complete, the Jedi opened her eyes slowly to focus on Bocri. Without a second thought she stood to place a purple hand over the bandage on his shoulder and began to pour her own life energy into his open wound. The kolto infused bandage did a good job expediting the body's natural healing process, but she took it to a higher level. If one were to watch, they could see the wound close before their very eyes as muscle and skin cells reformed to become as whole as they once were before shot by a blaster. Hirani felt the pull on herself, as she always did when she healed, and left it so a faint scar was left upon his shoulder. It was nothing permanent and would rectify itself over time naturally.

Once finished, she tapped his cheek gently with the same hand that she used to heal his shoulder. "Come, they're fast asleep."

Hirani rearranged her bag to lay against her back and confidently turned the corner to walk onto the bridge of the Corellian Dawn. The twi'lek took a moment to appreciate the scene before her, a serene picture of deeply unconscious clones slumped in their chairs and sprawled over the consoles that controlled the every aspect of the cruiser. Despite the horrific circumstances that they found themselves in, Hirani was glad to have avoided killing any troopers herself so far but she knew it was like to change fairly quickly if they didn't find a way off this ship.

"Bocri, will you help me to drag them outside before we seal ourselves in here?" As she voice her question, Hirani moved towards the closest clone and began dragging him from his chair to place him against the wall across the hallway.

[Assistant]
Bocri Sauburc

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Bocri moved to help Hirani without comment. He was feeling far less charitable toward their would be assassins than his partner but murder wasn't something he could square with at the moment, well, not killing the sleeping men with a blaster bolt to the head at any rate.

It took them several minutes to clear the bridge and he could hear the units from the lower decks continue to check in. They were becoming increasingly agitated with the lack of response from the bridge however and it was only a matter of time before they rushed back to check on their comrades.

The last clone was heaved out onto into the corridor and the two jedi retreated inside. They hadn't spoken at all. Bocri was wrestling with his anger at the presumed deaths of so many comrades and was trying hard to keep a lid on the rage that was threatening to spill out.

"Mind the door." He said as Hirani followed him back onto the bridge. It slammed shut as he triggered it, and then the blast doors closed a moment later.

He moved across to another console and pulled up a screen, glancing at his companion who was watching him carefully. "I am going to turn off the artificial gravity, stand by." He tapped several commands into the console and a moment later the artificial gravity in the ship, everywhere except the bridge, shut down. He could see clones begin to float in the corridors they were patrolling and soon every room he looked at was filled with floating debris.

"And now..." It took him but a moment to do what came next and it would stay with him for the rest of his life, however short it may be. He opened every blast door he could and shut down every magnetic field on the ship, save for the bridge. The whole process was meant to assist in fire fighting but at the moment it served just as well to vent the entirety of the remaining clones, including those in the corridor, into space.

[User]
Hirani Blen

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The tidal wave of fear that she felt nearly sent Hirani over the edge and into the abyss. The twi'lek stumbled forward into the blast door, gasping for air like the hundreds of remaining clones that were ejected into the void of space. She nearly forgot that they had been safe on the bridge and fought to regain control of her mind, body, and soul. While she had felt the previous clones that Bocri flung out of the ship, these individuals were much closer and thus able to affect her so. The only comforting thought was that at least the ones she put asleep wouldn't register the pain their body was going through as it died.

Hirani inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled slowly out of her mouth. She could understand why it had to be done, but perhaps he could have warned her so that she could have shielded herself from their plight. Moving forward, she would have to place a barrier on her mind from passively feeling the emotions of others as Hirani could only assume things would get worse from here. What she could never shut out, however, was Bocri. Their bond prevented her from closing herself off from him and him from her. She could feel his anger and he would most certainly have felt her panic.

Hirani opened her mouth to speak and croaked. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed her water canteen to help clear her throat. After two gulps, she tried again.

"What is the plan now? It's not like we can use this ship or any of it's fighters to leave this sector." Her voice was husky, but functioning. She took another swig to help it along.

[Assistant]
Despite his anger, Bocri was instantly aware of the pain that he has caused Hirani. He felt shame and regret at once, he should have warned her and at least spared her that sudden trauma he had just inflicted on her. On another day he might have drawn her into a hug but now was not the time, there would be a moment later when they had escaped in which they could sort out emotion.

He offered her an apologetic smile and then tapped on the console in front of him. A number of Clone fighters were still out there, so far none of them seemed very interested in the ship as they were formed up some distance off the bow. There was really only one option left as far as Bocri could see it.

He couldn't operate the turbolaser batteries, not in any efficient manner anyway. Jedi were skilled at many things, but operating technology over a distance was not one of them. The pilots were too far away for any sort of mind control, which only Hirani could manage anyway.

"We crash the ship into the planet." He said quietly. "Set it on a collision course and then, as we get close to the surface, launch all the escape pods, with us in one of them. I'll call a mayday shortly and do my best to fake some sort of emergency to throw off the pilots out there, though I suspect that they will see the others floating in space when they come closer and likely think it's real."

He paused and glanced at Hirani. "Does that suit you?"


[System]
Gender : Female

Age : 21

Appearance : Brenna stands at about 5 feet 9 inches, with pale skin. Long, sleek black hair that is sometimes in a mess. Her eyes are a teal like color, but tend to look out of focus or looking off into space. Average body type.

Rank : PFC

Class : Shock trooper

Weapons and Equipment : MAGS M10, B Type M1 Grenade

Personality : A hermit by nature. she tends to lock herself away from social interactions, only socializing if unable to retreat from it or if she's with a friend. Even when socializing, she tends to keep her sentences short and to the point, which leads to her other personality point. She's blunt, sometimes harshly blunt, she doesn't want to beat around the bush or waste time, this could be seen as a good point in combat, but considered cold and heartless when she does actually socialize.

But Brenna is also an intellectual person, usually found reading, writing, or drawing. She may also Daydream, which normally consist of sitting in peaceful plains while listening to the natural sounds of the world.

Bio : Brenna was orphaned when she was only five years of age, for reasons unknown. She was taken up by a woman who raised her, and once Brenna was ten, the woman told her she was an orphan and that she took her in so she would be able to live out a normal life. She then spent most of her time reading and drawing, completed her schooling and moved back to the border town she was raised in and lived on it's outskirts, doing her best to keep social interaction to a minimum while still having access to a job and a source to buy daily needs such as food. But she always felt inadequate, why would her biological parents orphan her? So she vowed to find them so she could ask them that question.

Brenna avoided jobs that required social interaction on a daily basis, and took up a job as a baker for a bakery. And used the money she made to buy ingredients for cooking. She constantly tells herself that her cooking is sub par, even when some of the locals have said otherwise. She loved the peaceful way of life she had established for herself, and hoped to never lose it, but with the murmurs of war approaching she felt that it would be lost fairly soon. But she was prepared to defend it to the best of her abilities.

RP Sample : A normal day. A very beautiful one. Brenna looked up at the sky as she was returning home, few clouds in the sky. It was scenic, she hoped it would stay like this till she got home so she could sketch it. Her eyes returned to the pathway, a rod of bread in her vision, and the smell of ingredients filling her nose. Apparently the townsfolk loved her cooking, but she felt they were only saying that because she lived alone and felt some sympathy. "Sympathy" she spoke, trying to get a feel for the words on her lips. 'It's wasted to feel sympathy towards me, there's nothing to feel sympathetic towards. I'm not ill, I'm not made fun of, nor am I physically disabled....Oh well'

After a few more minutes of walking, she arrived at her house and turned around to look at the sky. A small smile crept on her face. The sky still looked the way it did. 'Thank you sky.' she thought to herself. Then turned to walk inside when she heard a light crunch beneath her foot. Stepping back, she saw flowers with a small note. 'What?' She quickly stepped over it and put the bag of groceries on a table before going back to the front door to pick up the flowers and the note. But decided she'd read the note once she had dinner cooking. But something prevented her from starting to cook dinner, and instead read the note. Which turned out to be a note from a secret admirer, but sadly, she'd never be able to write the person back because there was no return address. 'Probably an honest mistake when writing this...but...why would anyone want to be with me?' She thought to herself, then went on to cooking dinner and writing a return letter should she ever find this person. The next few nights were sleepless until she accepted the fact that the person might have evacuated the town with the impending war.

[User]
Lilly observed Sergeant Harald as he mapped out their plan. Her nervousness was somewhat present, despite her attempts to will it away. She took solace in the fact that her sergeant seemed surprisingly competent... for a Darcsen that was. She shivered involuntarily when they were told that Brenna and herself were going to split off and try to assassinate someone. They were going to be split away from their squad and without support, while trying to kill an enemy commander. Lilly did not like this plan one bit. She wasn't experienced in combat. She froze up when the bullets started flying last time. She would be useless. Her partner might die relying on her, when she could not back her up. ... But this was the duty that had been handed to her, and it was her job to do it as well as she possibly could. She spoke up in a shaky voice "Y-yes, sir. I understand, sir."

Before the nervousness coming back could immobilize her, she nodded to her antisocial partner, before slowly opening the back door to the house they were in, and creeping out into the back alley. Clutching her rifle in shaking hands, she surveyed the area before waving for Brenna to follow. The street was eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of gunshots or explosions coming from far behind them. As they crept up the side of the street, darting from alley to door frame to alley, Lilly mumbled something as her partner took a position beside her. "... Sorry if I'm useless, but I will try my best." Before she could hear Brenna's reply (if she replied at all, that was), she darted to the other side of the street, following the path that the Sergeant had laid out for them. Alley, Street, Roof, Street, Lilly kept shifting her eyes in a similar manner to what she had been doing before, hoping to spot any enemies before they spotted her. This was insane. She was not suited for this. ...But it was her duty, and she would see it through. She spearheaded the journey as she and Brenna crept through the town. At least this way, if she did seize up, her body would serve as a warning for her more competent partner behind her. That was all she was guaranteed to be able to do.

It didn't take long for them to arrive at one of the larger, main roads that they needed to cross. During the journey, the lack of soldiers they encountered calmed Lilly's nerves somewhat, but they were getting closer to where the commander would probably be. There would probably be enemies nearby, guarding him, so they needed to be extra careful. Creeping to the edge of the alley, Lilly crouched by the entrance and peered around the corner. It was quiet in this street too, with no enemies to be seen. She was hesitant to dart across it, however. The street was large and exposed, and she had a feeling that anyone she had not spotted could make short work of her, should they notice her during her crossing. Paying extra attention to the buildings, Lilly made note of their surroundings. "... empty ... empty... wait.. empty..." Sure enough, all the buildings she looked at seemed to be deserted. This calmed her. It seemed to be safe, and she stopped trembling as much. She was just about to wave the all clear, when she noticed a glint in one of the upper story windows of a house. That was odd. It looked like a piece of metal had shifted there slightly. A piece of metal? What could have caused that to mov-A RIFLE! Lilly came tumbling to that realization not a millisecond too soon, a sniper bullet slamming into the wood frame of the wall opposite to her, as she frantically pulled herself back from the edge to narrowly dodge the deadly projectile. Falling flat on her rear and nearly soiling her self from the shock of her near death experience, she clutched her rifle in shaking hands. Looking up at her partner, she voiced what they both already knew. "S-s-sniper."

[Assistant]
It was with mixed feeling of hope and guilt that Harald sent the two girls off on their mission. Of the part of his squad still with him, they had adapted best to actual combat; he had to take it as an article of faith that they would meet them at the rendezvous point. After they had filed out and down the street, the Sergeant waited at the shop entrance for a minute to put some distance between the two groups, before waving his remaining two soldiers out. They were clearly nervous and unarmed too; the squad would have to stop at the armoury before risking a move northward. As they slunk down the road, Harald opened up communications with Krauss and Varrot once more. **'You guys still there? Another change of plans, we're running out of time. Head northward ASAP and begin scouting for a motorpool. The Imperials have probably left a few trucks or APCs out there and we need transport. Procure if possible and camp out somewhere in the bocage, otherwise meet us at the grain silo. We'll be there in thirty, Harald out.'** Static interference obscured any response they may have given, so Valk knew if they had received the message or if they were even still... Thrusting the thought from his mind, Harald set himself on the task at hand; arming his squad and getting the hell out of Rinneheim.

The trip across town hadn't been easy on the Captain. Two minor gunshot wounds, a bayonet to the thigh and carrying Bons for over an hour had taken a toll on him. At nearly sixty, he decided, Tarquin was getting a bit old for this shit. **'Corporal are we... nearly there? This is near the edge of the city bu...'** His voice trailed off as the two militiamen froze and took to cover; whatever they had spotted was enough to spook them. A tank perhaps? Finding himself with an unpleasant feeling of uselessness, the Captain relieved Bons of his sidearm and bayonet. If push came to shove, Meulemann could take a few Imperial soldiers with him. The Corporal had gone prone, sighting down his rifle with the Private feeding him information. An enemy sniper by the sounds of it, covering the route across the road yet out of line of sight... a problem then. The four of them waited for several long minutes, with Krauss unwilling to let the sniper go and unsure of their own safety if they dared cross over.

In the end, Meulemann took it upon himself to deal with the threat. Propping the still unconscious Bons up against a wall, he quietly took his leave of the two militiamen, who were still engrossed in watching the sniper's movements. A five minute detour later and the old man was on the other side of the street, working his way slowly toward the offending building. Suddenly a gunshot rung out above. _Damnation, a second one..._ Lucky that he had taken this chance; had they tried to cross the street without taking out both snipers they would have been cut to ribbons. Nevertheless this was a prime opportunity to show the young ones how to punish the foe. It didn't take long to infiltrate the building as he picked the lock with his appropriated bayonet. The fools hadn't even posted a lookout on the ground floor; if this had been _his_ unit, then heads would have rolled. He crept upstairs, taking his time to locate the sniper by the sound of his breathing and the odour of dry sweat. Wishing he could sigh, Meulemann drew himself up as he took long, slow steps toward his prey; the poor boy was clearly a rank amateur, probably a conscript. His situational awareness was lax, his self-discipline ragged... Tarquin almost pitied the lad as he pulled him into a choke hold and opened his throat with the bayonet. Once the body had stopped convulsing he took the time to loot it clean before setting up his newly acquired rifle on the other windowsill, sighting directly on the other sniper's unknowing head. He pulled the trigger.


[System]
Military codename: TBD

Gender:Male

Age: 16

Appearance: Jet black hair, dull red eyes, 6' 0'', evidently physically fit, noticeably tanned skin

Personality: Quiet and reserved, even guarded at times. Consistently has a sense of competency about him. Holds himself to high standards.

Biography: Product of the well regarded late Centuria family, a clan that contained a rich history of excellent and humble warriors participating heavily in most of history's known wars. Incredibly influential and extensively rich, after each war they would return to work the land as farmers and landowners. This lull in history for generations allowed for them to be caught off guard, and being rural at the outermost edge of the kingdom's green belts they were among the first of many valued targets utterly destroyed by the demon hordes.

 The family's villa burned to the ground, and all but John was known to have survived. Desperate and broken he took to the farm's closest defensive measure available, the lightweight and dexterous CX-66. Knowing that he was in no condition to fight, John salvaged what he could from his home and hastily retreated.

The stalemate achieved later, the villa's property was reclaimed and remained dangerously close to the ever changing frontlines. John contacted some close aquaintances of his family name and contracted with the military, as many other wealthy families were doing, allowing him to receive any recovered items from the wreckage and promising a generous donation of funds to the state, provided they were used to military purposes.

A small bundle of many inheritance letters later, as well as a small fortune magically sealed in the pantry for emergencies, MCI opened enrollment. Relieved to find something else to do with his time other than live rich in the cities, he paid his tuition and set up avenues for his continual procedings with the military contracting while attending there.

Military Job: Pilot

Magic: Nothing beyond elbow grease and sheer dumb luck.

Spirit Name: Lone Wolf

Spirit Appearance: A Grey Wolf, size and age are dependent on John's attitude.

Spirit Power: Increases reaction time, overall speed, and damage potential of Johnathan and his MECH. May possibly cause recklessness in the user.

Spirit Origin: Lone Wolf is one of the many spirits that have, for lack of a better term, stuck to the Centuria bloodline. The Lone Wolf in particular was considered unfavorable amongst fellow members, often thought to symbolize unwillingness or ineptitude in team working endeavors that were considered essential for modern warfare.

Mech: CX-66 "Stryd"

Extra: Steel Salvation, or Steal Salvation. Steel Salivation, or Steal Salivation ... ew.

Name: CX-66 "Stryd"

Classification: Epée

Weapons: One handed longsword sheathed along the back of the MECH, the hilt poised over and behind its right shoulder.
 One shortbow capable of launching with enough force to damage enemy MECHs in proportion to their fleshier counterparts, compacted into a
 small package on the rear hips of the MECH. The arrows located in a shaft stored inside the right thigh of the MECH which opens outward
 into a quiver.

 "...If you ARE engaged, do not be HIT..."

 The entire left arm of the CX-66 is a Varied Tactical Interface (VTI). This contains multiple forms of countermeasures,
 smokescreens and devices capable of changing the dynamic of a battle - if used correctly.
 Such as: colored smoke, IR smoke, IR flares, ECM jammers, APS, stationary PD systems, etc.

Upgrades: N/A

History: The CX-66 "Stryd" was a quick moving farmhand MECH commissioned and produced solely by and for the Centuria. In order to keep balance while moving at full speed in peacetime, whilst carrying an undetermined load, the CX-66 "Stryd" could "merge" the mass of a package of up to 1000 lbs into the composite plating surrounding its core without changing the actual weight of the machine, a process delicate enough, even through magic, to require a physical pattern holder to retrieve the package in its original state.

[User]
John's head spun the moment the Commander mentioned clean slates. The mobile communicator in his right pocket had been vibrating almost non-stop since the word 'histories'. He simply ignored it and continued listening to the Commander's brief yet useful address.

He sighed internally as Erikal walked off, and turned carefully to the nearest isle in an attempt to leave when his efforts were stopped short by a young woman hardly 5 years senior to him, talking apparently to no one in particular, remained in his way. After painfully extracting himself from behind her slow pace he positioned himself near the corner of his own MECH's hangar, where he still had full view of the courtyard and vice-versa, and relieved himself of the communicator that was burning a hole in his pocket. I attached the device to his ear, guarded mic extending to his mouth, and spoke simply,"Go."

[Assistant]
Have some fun.

Yes.

Fun.

That oldest, most abstract of concepts, fun, which could be had in spades without regret until the moment that 8:45 AM rolled around and you were still drooling into some foreign pillow with a clock-shaped hole in your episodic memory. Sixteen hours until they began the first morning of the rest of their lives - until they began an unprecedented training course for the usage of spirits and MECHs against a demonic horde bent on human extinction, but sure. There was always time to turn up.

Or, as so many other students were doing, turning around to go and make moon eyes over each others MECHs. Cry Havoc needed no such adoration; she simply got the job done, and Jericho with it. He would have loved nothing more than to seek out his dorm, or perhaps a good library, perhaps one with information on Seal Judgment. Almost as he was halfway through the idea, the right hand he was keeping shoved in the pocket of his black jeans began to chill slightly, as though dipped in a basin of water. When he withdrew it, a thin black layer of soft metal had coalesced over it, more like leather than an actual piece of armor.

"Good boy," Jericho said wryly.

The gauntlet tightened reflexively; he felt a tiny sting against a bone in his wrist as a small spike came to life, extended into his flesh, and then drew back into the inner surface of Judgment so quickly that he wasn't even sure blood was flowing from the pinprick. Piper rolled his eyes, both at his spirit and at the situation.

He would have loved to buck a good trend right now and paddle opposite the flow of shit's creek, towards a library instead of the hangar. Unfortunately, he had left his treatise on the kingdom's artifacts with his bag. His bag...which was currently nestled snugly near Cry Havoc's ankle.

Blugh.

"Following the herd after all, Judgment," Jericho muttered under his breath, putting the hand back in his pocket save for a thumb, which he cocked on the outside of his pocket as he began the walk to the hangar. "Unless there's something in my treatise you'd like to break the news on ahead of time."

There was no prick this time...well, not unless you counted the spirit as a whole.

But that was something Jericho had learned not to hold against it.

Grab the treatise.

The hair on Jericho's right arm stiffened, as it always did when he felt the familiar ideas from nowhere creep from the back of his head.

Head to the library.

...

"Perhaps not such a bad idea."

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She had to admit, the building was impressive. In her mercenary days, her 2S3 artillery piece was as much her tool as it was home. With the necessity to be on the move at all times, the merc band operated out of a mobile command center and their respective vehicles. And now, indoors arena. Enough said. She just hoped the military food has gotten better since her cadet days. Her thoughts were broken off when the commander started his speech.

What? No shiny until tomorrow? No no no no no, must have. Give now! Kat thought as the assembly started to disintegrate into what seemed like a bunch of gloomy introverted individuals, not one saying as much as a hello to someone else. Compared to the semi-drunken friendly atmosphere of the mercenary company, she felt the military would be boring. Which would be perfectly acceptable since she would have brand new prototype gadgets to work with, except - she didn't.

Following after the commander, she twisted out of the way of some lower level brass walking against her with a quick salute - bah, she almost forgot how to do that - and caught up with him: "Umm, sir, if I may? I'd like to get familiar with the government-issue right away. I'm being given one of the 2nd gen prototypes?" she said, just in case he had too much on his plate to remember. She didn't yet have as much as a glimpse on blueprints, and she didn't like the idea of just being jammed into the seat and sent out without going over every square millimeter of it to make sure something won't break down in the first minute.

[Assistant]
"The fuck do these goddamn KAD engineers think they're-"

CLANG.

The offending piece of metal, officially referred to as a "power conservation device", was designed to cut down on the use of power when the magic reactor hit a designated low power state. It was also installed by some idiotic white collar elite who didn't know that any mechanic worth their salt would have ripped it out, not installed it behind the pilot's back to fit arbitrary-

Deep breaths. Didn't matter, it was already over there, shattered on the hangar floor. Where it belonged.

The small-town mechanic herself had barely pulled her head out of the repair hatch when she threw it away, and she was elbow deep in the Titan's mechanisms again. Mostly making sure the inspecting engineer hadn't changed anything else when she wasn't looking. She hated when people messed with her specs. She had everything tuned exactly her way for her own maximum performance, whether it was 'proper' or not.

...

You know, the part didn't hit anyone, but it might've been close. Maybe don't throw things in the big government hangar.

[User]
CLANG

John cursed silently and ducked back through the entryway. Never enter a room with females in it without knocking first! The actual hell as he thinking!

He took a deep breath and knocked first this time, stepping halfway around the corner and then fully to find-

Evangeline Starr

the one Harv called him about. Smug bastard must've read John's public class manife- but that wasn't important.

John approached Evan, who was still elbow deep in a MECH, glancing at the broken hardware previously thrown in his general direction.

[Assistant]
"If you're going to stand there, hand me the torque wrench on the barrel." Evangeline didn't actually look away from her work, but after a few minutes, she did hold out a hand to accept the wrench. The other was busy checking for breaches in the sheathing for the primary power cables, after removing the invasive regulation device. It was fortunate the Titan was off and staying that way, because the results otherwise wouldn't be pretty. Lots of sparks. Lots of fires. Very, very singed mechanic. Not fun times. "C'mon, make yourself useful."

"Unless you want me to divide my attention, then we can take our chances the next time I fire her up."

[User]
John allowed himself a smile at that last comment and reached up, handing her the torque wrench. He was admittedly no mechanic or otherwise, but he could find his way around any standard workshop just fine. He continued to say nothing, allowing Evan to continue her evidently passionate work while examining her MECH himself.

Titan, of course, looked nothing like the CX-66. John mentally chided himself for allowing himself to truly believe that it might. CX-66 was, after all, unique, its only sister suit... damn.

In any case, the Starr family name was not one to be ignored in these times. Any viable skilled engineers were not to be ignored in these times.

In fact, any viable engineers were to be encouraged by any means necessary.

John's eyes found the MECH's longsword and carbine in that order. Titan's firepower was respectable, but CX-66 certainly had a far superior edge in mobility... at least with weapons stowed.

[Assistant]
"So." The mechanic tightened up the conduits running through where the excised machinery had been, sealing up the power flow's route as far as she could tell. Have to do some voltage testing to make sure, but it should be fine. Which meant taking a break to deal with whoever it was who decided to visit, then finish her inspection.

"What can I do for you?"


[System]
Username: Eklispe
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Allegiance: Self
Weapon: Body, Flames, Blades.
Pokemon Species- Combusken
 Combusken
Ability- Speed Boost: Speed Boost raises the user's Speed stat by 50%, at the end of each turn in battle.
Moveset
-Mirror Move
-Flame Charge
-Protect
-Brick Break

Personality: Zaegar is a cold uncaring individual, he watches out for #1 over all else. At least that's what he tries to look like. He reality he has a soft spot for other homeless folks or orphans like himself. His tough attitude will fool anyway on first look but after a day or so the cracks in his facade become noticeable. Zaegar is tenacious to a fault and has a hard time letting go of something he's set his sights on. He can be a bit of a Kleptomaniac at times if he finds something that really grabs his attention.

Biography: Zaegar grew up on the streets of on of the many corruption filled cities that dotted the continent, a street waif with only one thing to his name, a strange colored stone on a necklace. He lived the way all the other street urchins did, by stealing. It was a hard life growing up and Zaegar became used to hardship. As he grew up he learned to control his Morphing powers and often used them to save himself from a pinch. Partially transforming made him stronger and gave him more speed that saved him from many a danger. Zaegar did whatever he had to in order to survive but as he grew older and his powers grew stronger and he began to change. Instead of solely stealing to feed himself he would often give food to younger kids. Soon he became a hero to the kids that lived on the streets and was given a bounty.

Quote: "Deal with it yourself, aw fine take this, but don't tell anyone alright kid? Can't let those stinking nobles hand you out to dry."

[User]
Nouvelle, Lugere --- Millicent Cheviot

Commotion on near the edge of town was drawing quite the crowd. There was a vicious fight at the Chanson tavern, which was one of the rougher places in town due to its proximity with an unrecognized circus group who sat outside Nouvelle. Generally poorer than other artisans of the city, their only entertainment and time off came from booze and hooches. It wasn't just this circus group, however, as many traveling performers came to Nouvelle for recognition and a shot at fame and wealth. But with this city, everyone knew that you start out on the edge of the town, performing for the circuses or taverns, working your way into the heart of the city. Every performers' goal was to eventually find themselves on Cheviot Hill, where only the most famous and expensive talent was located. On top of that, many starving artists and writers also tried to lay a claim to fame here. Like the performers, they started out at the edge of town, selling their work for minimal pay hoping someday that they achieve success.

The crowd gathered just outside the reach of debris that a crazed Ursaring caused. A few guards, armed with pikes and burly squad of Machoke, threatened anyone that came in for a closer look. A few men were arrested and pinned by the threat of death. The Ursaring that caused this was slain and lying dead just inside the tavern. The chaos that was within was quelled late the previous night and guarded up until now. They waited command from a superior on what to do with the detainees but they were in for a shock on who would give the order.

--

Millicent Cheviot had been up and about earlier this morning with a training regiment that Mel and herself did every morning. It helped them both stay fit and in fighting condition. On her way back she saw that a crowd had gathered and went to investigate. It wasn't just her as father insisted an escort follow her in town and despite Milly's nature, she was okay with that. The people in this town were always looking for recognition and the people on the edge of town were the most desperate. They would never stop pestering her, or worse like threatening her, for her to recognize their talents. The guard, which consisted of four armored swordsmen, two armored Gallade, and two armored Machamp, kept a lot of those pesky beggars away.

Milly approached and, like a disease, people noticed that a Cheviot was nearby and they swarmed in. The guards held firm and weren't afraid to shove anyone back. The people hollered and pleaded for Milly to read their work, watch their performance or buy their painting. Half probably didn't even know her name. "Get back you filthy lot! Lady Millicent wants nothing to do with you!" The lead guard shouted as he and the two Machamp pushed their way through the crowd, parting it. It wasn't always this bad and the closer you are to the center the better it is, but the loss of their precious tavern must have made them extra desperate.

Once Milly reached the tavern, the combined guard force formed a phalanx and blocked out the commoners. Mel just behind Milly as she entered the building. "Lady Millicent!" The commanding officer at the scene sounded shocked but hastily bowed and saluted. The two other guards, guarding the prisoners did the same. "At ease boys." Milly said with slight tone of boredom. "What's the deal here? What happened?" The guard stiffened and explained the story of the brawl and how the Urasing that was lying dead had rampaged and caused most of this destruction. The detainees, as he explained, were the most violate in the brawl.

After hearing the synopsis, Milly rubbed her forehead as she compiled all the data. She walked over to the largest man, likely a circus strong man and who reportedly was the instigator, and inquired about the brawl. "You started this and now you have to answer for it. Why?" She asked sternly. Despite the man's massive size, his voice wavered a bit as she spoke. "I-I wasn't the one who started it! Honest! Some punk bumped into me and sucker punched me! I swear!" Of course this guy would try to avoid blame and not face due process. Probably a bold-faced lie, seeing as how he didn't name anyone in arrested so the sucker puncher fled. Still, Milly was fair. "Very well. I'll take that into consideration. Give your description to the guard and if we find him, you'll be spared. If not, you get full blame. Until then, you wait in a cell. Five days is all I give you." The man wanted to protest more but Milly turned and addressed the guard. "Get the description and put a bounty on him. Five days and then execute whoever has full blame. Understood?" The guard stiffened again, "Understood, Lady Millicent!" Without further word, she left the tavern, having her guard force themselves through the crowd and back into the city.

Bahariya Oasis, Ayero --- Emile Varrot

The harsh desert wind picked up and buffeted the small community of Bahariya. The town was bustling this early in the morning as everyone was trying to beat the day's heat. But the heat was already creeping in and people were already ducking under the shade of umbrellas and awnings.

Emile Varrot, a man of Lugere, was not accustomed to the heat of the Rust Desert and underneath his Keffiyeh scarf, his head was moist with sweat. "Fuck the heat..." The man of twenty years of age said under his breath. "Fuck these sand snakes." He said in a harsh whisper as he navigated his way through the busy main street of Bahariya.

Emile didn't belong here but he sure played the part. He was covered from head-to-toe, hiding his pale skin from the sun, only a thin strip showed his piercing gray eyes studying every passerby. He effectively blended in and the only dead give away that he was from somewhere else was hidden in plain sight. Emile's shadow was dark and very profound, unlike every other shadow on this street. Something was stalking him but Emile knew what it was.

Darkrai crept along in Emile's shadow because he too, wanted to avoid the sun. He would only drift away from his master's side to stir any sleeping creature out of its dream with a great fright. The occasional yelp and squeal of mental agony delighted both Darkrai and his companion. Darkrai's sadistic hunger for dreams sustained him and Emile relished in his companion getting a good meal. He needed Darkrai to be at his best for what was to come.

--

A few hours would pass and the party of Emile and Darkrai would achieve a few things in that time. First was a quiet raid on Morph hideout. Much to their dismay, it produced no new leads. At this point, Emile decided to abandon this worthless town. This wasn't what he had expected as somewhere in this massive desert was a small Morph community who he would just love to meet...

That same day found a caravan leading away from the city and decided to sign on and hopefully escape this desert heat. The caravan was set to depart this evening when the sun's heat would be receding from these lands. So Emile found a cozy spot in one of the caravan's covered wagons and slept. Darkrai was free to wander but by he loved to occasionally come back just to haunt his companion's own dream.

[Assistant]
Sebastian

Nouvelle, what a strange place to find oneself in, with it artists everywhere, all working to perform for the Cheviot family, their ambition so great, it made it a requirement for the members of the family to walk arpund town with an escort if guards to hod the rabble back. Guards he was currently trying to avoid, as he had sorta started a fight in the nearby tavern, but he couldn't help it, the guy had come up to him, all big and tough, only to go down with a couple punches. The man Ursaring hadn't liked that, and went crazy trashing the place. That was the moment when Sebastian made his escape, not wanting to lose his head for a crummy barfight gone south.

Now, the Ursaring lie dead, soon to be followed by the big man that had challenged him. A pretty good way to end things, in his opinion, though it'd be better when he left the city. Currently, he was hiding on a nearby rooftop, looking down as the Cheviot woman and her guards looked around for him, though it was obvious the woman didn't believe the man and was only doing this out of courtesy. Stupid courtesy, if not for that, he'd be gone by now.

'It's fine, she is busy looking on the ground for the culprit. Nobody ever thinks to look up high for anything. Such is human nature.' And so, Sebastian waited for the eoman and her guards to leave, so he'd be able to make his escape.