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Age: 19

Element: Ice

Feel for element:(Do you like it? Dislike it?) At first Amaya was a bit ticked off at her element. She felt as if it were a joke meant to poke fun at her, but after awhile she realized that she felt a strange resonance with it. She felt that her personality reflected it in a way that she hadn't thought of before. Soon it became apart of her, and she had no choice but to accept it.

Appearance: Amaya is 5'3". She's pretty much average, except her hip line is a bit larger than average. She descends from an Asian heritage, and contains some Japanese characteristics. She has long silvery hair that glimmers in the sunlight. Amaya also has icy blue eyes that seem to pierce through you. She also has a snake bite piercing to remember the struggles she's been through.

Personality: Amaya is a neutral type of person. She doesn't have and opinion, so she doesn't argue with others. She is pretty distant to those around her, and tends to keep her thoughts to herself. Deep inside she has a desire to find the rarity among the commonality. For example she desires the cold when everything around her is warm, and she desires warmth when everything around her is cold. Occasionally, she wishes that she had a different personality, but she can never bring herself to change who she is. She is hard working and will do what needs to be done, however in her free time she prefers to not do any hard labor.

History: Amaya's parents where very poor when Amaya was born, so they worked long hours. Amaya never felt the warmth of loving parents because they were desperately trying to put food on the table. Amaya always understood why she didn't see her parents much and accepted it without complaint. But because of the housework she had to do in place of her parents, she never attended school.

When Amaya was 7 years old, Child Protective Services found out about her living condition and pulled her away from her parents under the pretense that it was "neglect". She was put into a foster home, where she made no friends. Amaya was reserved, but not exactly shy. Because of her unsocial nature, potential foster parents turned her away.

Once she entered school, she was able to quickly catch up to her peers, however, she wasn't exactly popular. Most of the students quietly talked about her behind closed doors, but there was a group of students that didn't. Amaya considered this group of students the "Emo/Goth" type of people. Their hair, clothes, and multitude of piercings were always black, and numerous band merchandise was plastered to their bodies. They decided to invite Amaya into their friend group, but when she politely refused, they became furious. Soon, they went out of their way to pick on her and tease her, and no one else did anything to help her because they didn't know her. It was unusual for this particular group of people to bully someone, but nonetheless it happened. Many times, the older and stronger boys in the goth group held her down as the girls caked black makeup onto her face.

One day, in high school, the goth group decided to give her a piercing. Of course no one wanted to pay for it, so they dragged Amaya to one of their houses to do a "homemade" piercing. They gave her a snake bite piercing. They made it as painful as possible for Amaya without permanently damaging her face. After that they forced her to keep it, making sure she never took it out, and after the summer, re-did the entire process because Amaya let the piercings close. Finally they decided that they were going to rip the piercing out. Amaya started to panic, and then she closed her eyes and willed them to stop with her mind. After hearing a collective gasp and a single scream pierce the air. Amaya opened her eyes to see that the hand of the girl who was about to pull her piercing out had a blueish tint to it. There was also frost creeping up her arm. Using the distraction, Amaya ran away and after the goth group reported her to the principal, she had to transfer schools.

Now, she goes to Duke University, and is still undecided of what she wants to major in. She's trying her best to not draw attention to herself, and is still waiting to befriend someone.

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Gwen did not want to have a heart to heart talk with everyone. Sure, working together and fighting Vygorns was one thing, but getting all buddy-budddy and sharing their life story was a completely different thing. She was about to refuse when a bunch of random people stormed the building. Then this guy pointed a gun at them.

Gwen sighed and thought to herself, "Really? Really? What a day. I'm expecting to wake up any minute now and find out that this is just some twisted nightmare."

Obediently, she put her hands up like the annoying, loud guy yelled at them to do.

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💮Serena Myers💮

 Serena sighed as Phil helped her to her feet and felt a dark blush rush across her face. How embarrassing. Yet Serena still wasn't disappointed in her actions. There had to be a different solution beside violence. Maybe during her time here she would figure out to resolve the conflict between Earth and Vygorns.

 "... Do any of you know each other? I mean, more than name and element? Okay, maybe we should do some sharing... This should build a little trust that can go along way. I'd like to know about which backgrounds everyone came from." Phil said. Serena thought the idea was a bit silly but she appreciated his effort to bring them together.

 "HANDS UP!!!" An unknown voice screamed at them. Serena jumped, completely taken back by the incoming invaders. One look at the black metal weapon in the man's hand made Serena's heart stop. She had never seen a gun before, but she assumed that was what they looked like. Without thinking, Serena willed thorn vines to grow from the ground in front of the men surrounding them. The vines wrapped around the guns positioned in the men's hands, and returned to the ground. Serena's eyes widened in shock as she realized what she'd done.

 "Please, can we discuss this civilly?" She quietly mumbled, hoping the men didn't have any more weapons.

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John Kingston

John was just about to step forward to take charge of the heart-to-heart session when the people with guns barged in. His hands quickly found their way into the air. He wasn't necessarily scared of guns, but he knew that he'd get shot to ribbons if he tried anything. Luckily, one of the girls, Serena, used her powers to get the guns away from whoever these people were.

"Like Flower Power said. You're trespassing I do believe, so really, the guns are kind of rude. I suggest that if you want to chat about something, you use your words because, and this may come as a surprise, every one of us could kill every one of you and we've had a very stressful day," John said, stepping forward with a renewed confidence due to Serena's use of her powers.

[Assistant]
Eric Davis

Looking from an alleyway across from the odd run-down building that withheld the signs of fresh flora, Eric was really skeptical on whether or not going in would be a good idea. After seeing some 'thing' fly out of there... yeah, I'm definitely not receiving any good vibes right now. So he decided to wait it out just in case it was some kind of ambush or something playing with his mind. After waiting patiently for a good while, remaining hidden in the shadows behind the confines of a dumpster, he saw someone come out. He couldn't make out the face of him from were he was looking, but he could tell he was a bit flustered as he ruffled through his hair with the addition of low mumbling, then after a few seconds of coming up, he went back down.

Ok... Maybe just a few more minutes of waiting wouldn't hurt, hell he looked he could use it too. Eric thought.

While he waited, he thought back to a few hours ago, back to were he was helping out in a local housing area center for the homeless. He enjoyed helping out those in need by trying to keep them plenty feed, safely sheltered, and comfortably warm. He used his power only when needed since it sometimes still had a mind of its own. Then as he was heating up a pot of water to cook with, his vision blurred into a thick blackness as a soft voice spoke into his mind. "You possess a power like no other…" After hearing the voice with a command and the last words of "Fire, fire, fire... Eric snapped back into reality with his hands on the pot. He looked around to see the other kitchen workers around him gasp with wide gawking eyes, the pot no longer contained water as only evaporated water rose into the air. The handles of the pot were now burning hot with a small hue of orangish-red emitting through.

Eric quickly took the pot the sink, ran it under the faucet under cold water. He quickly changed out of the white apron, took off the palm burnt rubber gloves, grabbed his green one-strap bag and was out of the building, to avoid being questioned about the event.

Maybe telling them probably wouldn't have been so bad... Just maybe. Eric was so caught up in thinking on how current events got him here, that he barely noticed five figures moving down the set of stairs that the other guy who was there previously for a brief moment, had went down into as well.

Ok... go now or don't go at all... as he watch the last of them enter he sighed in defeat. Better late then never. Eric thought as he made a quick jog out of the alley way and over towards the building. The sign reading 'Cloud 9' was now in front of him. Please... don't make me regret coming here. He said to himself as he himself made off down the descending steps.

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Ethan agreed that knowing more about the others could be useful but he had no intention of going first. The whole thing became moot though when some guys with weapons stormed in. Serena once again impressed him by quickly and effectively taking away their guns without harming them. However since they might have either reinforcements outside or other weapons he still put his hands in the air.

Just then the water Elemental did something potentially stupid, apparently not having thought of the same possibilities he had. "Don't make them mad John. We don't know if their entire group is here or if Serena took away all their weapons." Ethan did understand how he felt but John was still taking a large and unnecessary risk in his opinion.

[Assistant] "This is an abandoned nightclub." Gary replied to John. "You can't trespass somewhere that doesn't belong to anyone." He added, while struggling against the vines gripping his wrists. "We just saw a fucking Vygorn leave this place so what are you doing here then?" Gary asked, aggressively. He then looked at the women holding them in place. "Let us go and we'll talk this out, huh?" He then looked up to Phil. "What do ya say?" He asked.

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"Why don't we just talk like this," Gwen returned, still suspicious of the man. "We'll decide whether we let you go or not depending based on our nice, little 'discussion'."

Gwen walked up closer to the man and glared at him intensely. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but we're the good guys. So if you're fighting against the Vygorns, going after us is pretty counter-productive. Now, you're not in the position to be telling us what to do so I recommend you give us some answers now or else I'll feed you to the dragon."

The last part was just a bluff, but Gwen was getting sick of other people messing with her. Her palms filled with light energy and she held one of them up to the man's throat and the rest at whoever else was left, moving it so it would have pointed at everyone at least once. Maybe it wasn't really necessary, but damn, it felt good.

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Amaya was in her favorite class, Psychology. She wrote down every single word in her 5 subject notebook, most of which was filled with notes from her semester class, and observations of those around her. While the subject interested her, there was no way she'd be able to get a job with a psychology degree. As her professor began discussing the meaning behind varying degrees of dilation of the pupil, an over whelming sense of nausea consumed her senses. Amaya closed her eyes and put her head in her hands, massaging her temples. She focused on breathing deeply, and the steady rhythmic beat of her heart. The harmonizing rhythms slowly lulled Amaya into a subconscious part of her mind. Within the depths of blackness, a nurturing melody called out to her. Contrary to the warm it emitted, the voice sang, "Ice, Ice, Ice,". As if that word contained the answer to everything. Unfortunately, answers aren't always knowledge that brings peace. Suddenly, the conscious part of Amaya's brain threw the reality of her current situation at her within a fraction of a millisecond. Amaya's heart burst out of her chest as her spine snapped straight, and her eyelids flung open wide.

After a second, her brain was finally able to process her surrounding. All the students in the room, had their jackets or hoodies on. The professor had paused his lecture to check the thermostat. Amaya calmly looked down at the crystalline pattern of frost that radiated from her hands. She quickly placed her notebook and textbook in a way that covered the majority of the crisp, frost snowflake. For the rest of class she tried her best to look inconspicuous and focused on the lesson.

Cloud 9, New York. It was farther away than Amaya would have cared for, however, the mysteries and questions surrounding this place and the vision intrigued her. She could skip most of her classes, she just needed to study from her textbooks and previous notes. After all she just needed to take the final in order to pass the class. The only thing Amaya would miss was her psychology class.

So after the hassle of booking a plane flight for the next day, Amaya began to prepare her things from her dorm room. She informed her roommate that she'd be gone for awhile. Hopefully not long, but you can never be sure. The time it took to arrive at New York seemed to take way longer than it should have. Having no money to stay at a hotel (being a poor college student), and knowing no one who lived in the New York area, Amaya had brought her suitcases, containing her life, to this moldy, run down night club.

It was at this time that Amaya seriously reconsidered her decision. She grew nervous, if there was no one here, then what was the point of coming here? A waste of money obviously. But what if there are people down there? What kind of people are they? Not to mention, if there are then Amaya is literally walking in to a social situation that is far from pleasant. However, there was no point in sitting here looking ridiculous, contemplating questions when the answer it right in front of her. So Amaya gathered her two large black suitcases and her backpack, and headed around the building to find a staircase leading into the depths of underground. She lugged her belongings behind her, trying to be discreet since she didn't know who she was dealing with.


[System]
Age: 6

Height: 3ft 10.6in

Weight: 45lb

Occupation/School: School

Personality: Sapphire is often split in the way that she acts. Sometimes, she will just want to be alone, and absorbed into her own imagination. Most of the time, however, she wants some company - though shy around new people, and sometimes even those that she already knows well, she is quite fearful. She'll try and find sanctuary through hiding, either behind things or in someone's arms, or by running away to cry. When Sapphire is happy, she's often the smiling type, and is usually more receptive to things that entertain her.

Bio: Sapphire found the loss of her mother something massive, the loss of the person that she would go to for the warmth and care that only a mother could provide. This is furthered by the fact that from the age of four, Sapphire would have nightmares every few nights, and though they have decreased in frequency they still happen upon her dreams on occasion, either waking her in the middle of the night or leaving her terrified in the morning.

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Alice sighed and adjusted her grip on the steering wheel as she thought about the busy morning she was about to have. She'd been living with Fritz and Sapphire for almost a month now, sleeping on the couch, living out of a backpack but, before she could start packing up their mother Elizabeth's things and have her own belongings moved in she had to take her siblings to school. More importantly she had to fill out all the paperwork that would log her into the school's system as their legal guardian and emergency contact and to collect any make up work they might have.

This being their first day back since their mother's death Alice was worried they'd have a hard time adjusted. She was a little unsettled at how silent they were. But, she supposed she was quiet too. She never had the chance to get close to her younger siblings due to her rocky relationship with Elizabeth. She'd left home when Fritz had been only five and hardly saw him after, really only on Holidays, Birthdays or occasionally to babysit. But, the last time she saw either of the kids was when Sapphire had been born.

From what she understood their mother had changed for the better not long after Alice left for college and truly became a mother her children deserved. It'd only come too late for Alice. Being a teen mom wasn't easy Alice was sure but, she could've at least been decent. The woman she knew and the woman Fritz and Sapphire knew were two very different people.

As she pulled up to the main campus of the school she looked into the rearview mirror to gauge Sapphire's level of comfort and then over to Fritz. They both belonged to the large local private school that took kids from Elementary all the way to High School, it even had dormitories for the older kids and looked... really nice. "Fritz... I-" She started but then found she didn't know the words she wanted to express to him, stammering for a minute she finally put the car in park and pulled the key saying, "Don't forget your lunch. You have my number if you need me, I'll be working from home once I'm finished up here."

Getting out of the car Alice realized she didn't exactly look the part of a parental figure. Dressed down in cut off denim shorts, a loose fitting grey T-shirt and leather ankle high roman sandals. She'd piled her unruly red waves into a bun on the top of her head. Messy locks falling down to frame her face. She must've looked more student than legal guardian. "Come on, Sapphire." She said with a smile to the young girl as she opened the car door. "I'll walk you to class." Alice held out her hand to her younger half sister. Not expecting her to take it but, she wanted the young girl to know she'd be there for her. For both of them. Despite not being there in the past.

[Assistant]
Milo Ventri

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 Milo stood in the front office of the school, leaned over the desk of the secretary, he was the newest teacher, just brought in this year, however he was already starting to settle in, his classes were pleasant and he was fitting in pretty well with the teachers. He was trying his best to really hit it home with the principal here seeing as he wanted the high school kids, and to be fair, this school pays much better than the last one, and with the rent on his apartment now much higher than his previous one back home, he needed it.

 "Come on Tori, they don't listen to me, I mean if they could at least give me the bulb, I could replace it myself." He asked with a bit of a southern drawl, he had been having issues with the lights in his classroom, and as of yet the maintenance team has been less than willing to work with him on the issue.

 The older secretary looked over the young new teacher, "Don't you Tori me, you know it isn't fair." She eyed the man up and down as she contemplated the request, "I will get the order through... but coffee is on you this week, from the nice cafe." Milo grinned and gave his thanks as the older woman smiled and looked past him, "Oh dear, you best run along, looks like I have some buisness." Milo turned and saw as he looked out of the front windows to the parking lot, a young woman with two younger children.

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Sapphire was unsure of what to think as she was driven to school by her older half-sister. She wasn't a fan of the word 'half' being put in front of the word 'brother' or 'sister', as it made her feel different to her siblings. Then again, it was perhaps just a little hard to place someone she had barely ever seen as her older sister. She had seen her in pictures that had been in the house, placed by their mother, but she couldn't recall a time she actually saw Alice face-to-face. Alice had apparently been there when Sapphire was born, but Sapphire couldn't really remember anything that happened when she was born.

It felt strange that Alice was the one taking Sapphire (and Fritz) to school, rather than their mother. Sapphire was used to her mother being there, taking her the whole way and comforting her when she needed it, whereas the girl could not help but feel almost like it was a stranger taking her. Yes, perhaps it had been a month that Alice had been living with them on the couch in the same house as them, but there was still an underlying worry in Sapphire despite the new acceptance of Alice that she had gained in the past week or so.

Sapphire still wanted her mother back. Still missed her mother. The lack of her mother somewhere in the car almost brought the tears back rolling back her face, but for some reason they did not come.

Perhaps it was the fact that there was too much else to worry about. Sapphire was worried about how things would be returning to school. The kids who didn't know why she was gone would all ask her why, and those who already knew would all try to ask how she was feeling. The one or two bullies that she was too scared to tell anyone about would most likely use her being gone or her mother's death as fuel to add to the pile of things they had to bully her about.

Sapphire's gaze moved from the back of the seat in front of her to the window beside her, staring outside with uncertainty of how the day was going to be. She was smart enough to know that being gone for so long probably meant there was going to be work that she had to catch up on, and she was going to be behind in the class. She didn't like school, so Sapphire knew it wasn't going to be fun catching up.

Once the car rolled to a stop, Sapphire waited for her mother to open the door, only to see Alice being the one doing it and once-again reminding the girl that her mother was gone. That's what brought the tears dripping down her cheeks, and though not fully crying, she was still upset that she still wasn't used to her mother being replaced by Alice. That didn't stop her from taking Alice's hand and holding it tightly for what comfort it could give as Sapphire tried to control the tears as they rolled along her cheeks.

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Fritz looked out the window of the moving vehicle; not because he was watching the scenery pass by though, despite how soothing it could be, but because through the reflection in the glass Fritz could manage keeping an eye on all the occupants in the car all at once without seeming too obvious. Mother had told him that staring could make others uncomfortable and that he should try not to do it. He had never really listened to her about it before but now…

 Fritz's fingers clenched brutally; mother was gone now, gone in an instant and never to return. The weight of the truth made Fritz feel like every lesson she had imparted on him needed to be fulfilled to the best of his ability; it would be a way, the only way Fritz could manage, to honor her. But could Fritz truly manage? At times it felt like she expected too much of him; like she thought just because he was in different classes, and got the best counselor insurance could grant them, that he would become "normal". Well, something deep down told Fritz that becoming normal was an impossibility, but he would try, even if it was only a little bit.

 All he wanted to do now though, was go to school. He could see the outline of the building coming up along the road. Fritz didn't have many friends at school, but in a way school was his friend. A place where knowledge was king and structure was the primary goal. In a time where the teen's world was crashing down all around him, that was exactly what Fritz needed. To disappear within books and equations.

 Because then, if he could disappear, he wouldn't be that much of a bother to Alice or Sapphire. Fritz doesn't remember much from before Alice left, but he can only assume she left for good reason; and now, she was back in a place she never wanted to be in, with a family she never wanted to be with; it didn't seem right.

 The car stopped abruptly, snapping Fritz out of his introspection. When had he gotten so involved with his own thoughts to have lost touch with his surroundings? He blinked owlishly as he looked towards his sister. Lunch? Did he even make himself a lunch? Oh dear. Still though, he nodded anyway, pretending that he understood what was going on. "Affirmative," he replied while quickly making his way out of the car, pausing momentarily before rushing off. "H-have a nice day Alice, you too Sapphire." And with that, he made his way into the school.

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After a wave of goodbye to Fritz Alice was quick to take note of Sapphire's discomfort. "Oh sweetie..." Alice sighed down at her tears. Feeling a distinct pull at her heart strings. Her free hand came up to stroke the girl's blonde hair. Crouching down to be eye level with her younger sister. "It's okay to cry." Alice felt her own eyes tear up in response to little Sapphire's pain and she continued, "Let's go to the office together then I'll walk you to class."

Standing up she took Sapphire's hand once again and was more than happy to keep the girl at her side a little longer. Sapphire needed some time to compose herself and Alice wasn't about to deny it. Pulling out a blue and white hankerchief from her back pocket and handed it to Sapphire to dry her eyes.

As the sisters entered Alice looked up into the faces of a handsome teacher and a the older secretary. She gave them both a bright smile and stepped up to the desk. "Hi, I'm Alice Hawthorne. I called yesterday and was told to come in to pick up paperwork and get any school work for Fritz and Sapphire." Alice felt shame almost rise into her throat. She was their sister and the look the secretary was giving her was one of confusion. "I'm their sister." She handed over the required documents, Driver's Licence, Birth Certificate etc. Alice could almost regret not being in their lives before.

[Assistant]
Milo Ventri

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 Milo watched as the young red haired woman walked into the office and introduced herself, Alice, she looked about his age, far too young to have kids as old as Fritz however when she said that she was their sister, it made far more sense. "Ahh, Fritz, the kids told me he was out for a bit. I'm Milo Ventri, I am Fritz's new history teacher, taking over for Mr. De'rolo." He held out his hand to shake the young ladies, his voice staying low and slow, accent heavy. "Glad to have him back to class, no need to worry 'bout the missed work from me, we will handle that in class."

 Milo looked down to the little one at her side and knelt down, "Well hello there little miss, and who might you be?" His smile was warm and inviting, a tactic he learned from the time spent teaching children in the middle school back home. He used to deal very well with children, however it was difficult to teach them history the way he wanted to, his passion for it was not translatable to smaller children. However he did have a good time teaching them, they rarely misbehaved in the ways that the older kids can.


[System]
Nickname(s): She prefers Sunshine, but Cookie, B, Ro, Ra, Ri, Mari, Mary work as well.
Age
17
Gender
Female.
Sexuality
Panaromantic Demisexual
Relationship Status
Single
Label
Resident Ray of Sunshine, Cookie Queen, 'That short new girl.'
Appearance Details
Sable stands at a mere five feet tall, causing her to often go unnoticed in a crowd. Her most dominant feature is her dark brown eyes, said to have light flecks of gold in them. Her full, rosey lips, lightly tanned skin and round face give her an innocent sort of look. Her body type is considered to be an hourglass, caught at the perfect distance between thin and chubby. Sables light brown hair falls to her shoulder blades in light, natural waves. It is usually seen left down, in a ponytail, or braided.

The young woman considers her style to be a girly grunge. Some of the items in her closet include: halter tank tops, tees, and sweaters, band merch, ripped skinny jeans, tons of Aeropostale, converse, a few dresses, some hoodies, leggings, her favorite solid black varsity jacket, etc. Not a stranger to makeup, she usually wears red lipstick and mascara. She always wears a black choker, and usually dresses in neutral colors.

Sable has a scar running diagonally across her whole palm from where she was cleaning up broken glass one day.
Personality Traits
What Sable lacks in height, she makes up for in personality. Known to usually be the one to make people smile, Sunshine has a sharp wit, and is quite intelligent. Her loyalties run deep. Add that to her strong sense of compassion, and she can find herself in a world of trouble. Sable loves to pull small pranks on her friends, and makes a good sounding board for people's problems. A competitive girl at heart, she never backs down from a challenge and is quite the adrenaline junkie.

Though not technically a rebel, Sable doesn't allow herself to be pushed around, and has the tendency to be a bit hot headed. Having no problems with standing up for herself, those around her, or what she believes in - the girl is very argumentative. Though friendly to just about anyone, Sable has a hard time letting people get close due to trust issues.
Upbringing Synopsis
Born in Brooklyn New York, Sable was the light of both her mother and father's world. Her father owned his own Law Firm, and her mother was a well known model who often did shows with Gucci and the like. At the age of 8, it was discovered that her mother had an inoperable brain tumor. For the next four years, Sable watched her mother away and helped take care of her until she died.

Following the event of her mother's death, Sunshines father poured himself into his work more than ever, opening five different branches. Sables grades slacked off shortly after, making her a C average student for the next few years.

While in Enviromental Studies, Sable was pulled out of class and notified that her father had had a heart attack and had died. She was 16 at the time. Moving to Florida to live with her aunt, Sunshine locked herself in her room for the better part of the summer before finding comfort in the oceans waters. She tried public school for a short while, but her aunt figured that since she was in a private school, Kings Academy would be a good fit for her. Sable looks forward to starting at Kings after homecoming.
Family
Edward Gregory Hollingsworth - Father - Prosecutor Attorney - Deceased
Cora Evangaline Hollingsworth - Mother - Model - Deceased
Jen Hollingsworth - Aunt - Age 47 - Waitress
Misc.
Bea Miller | #7ea7d8
Song of the month: Lose My by Stand Atlantic
-Upon her parents death, Sable inherited close to 2 millon dollars, a trust fund she can't open until 21, and the family house.
-She loves the movie Grease.
-Tequila makes her wild af.
-Writes shit poetry and sketches with charcoal pencils.
-Sings on the regular.

Shawna - "We started out with you hung up on the Kellie and Max shit. Then you kinda moved on, Kellie left and we got closer than ever. These last two months have been amazing. I didn't think Palm Beach was going to be the place for me at all but I think maybe - just maybe - I might have a reason to stay now."

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Chanel -  "Chanel and I actually spent some of our early childhood together, and I honestly can't believe that we reconnected like this. Rekindling out friendship has been a huge priority of mine, and I'm so appreciative that she could help get me on the cheer squad."

Stella - "Stella reminds me of myself. She's friendly, outgoing and an all around sweetheart. I'm glad I've gotten the chance to know her.

Nicole- "Nic is one of the ones I'm not that close with, but I do know her from the squad. Maybe there's room to get to know her a little better.

Ariana - "Again - Ariana and I aren't close. I think I might be a bit to much on the sweet side for her. While I appreciate her skills and fashion, I think it's best to stay out of her way."

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Kavi - "Ariel might have gotten over what he did at the Halloween party, but I don't think he can be trusted. At least not yet.

Ariel - "Hey Queen. Next time you break Kavi's shit, video it for us, would ya?"

Jasper - "I know people think of Jaz as that scary goth kid or whatever, but he's actually a really nice guy. He also can play the piano really well! If I ever need a tune to sing to, he's my go to guy."

Chrissie - "Please, for the love of God - date Channel already. You're sweet, she's sweet. You're cute, she's cute. Do it. Just don't forget your love for Broadway and singing along the way."

Julie - "When I moved back, it was nice to see that Channel had a real friend that cared about her. I really owe Julie for that. She's on my list of people to get to know better."

April - "I heard that Kavi was the one that kissed April, so I have nothing against her. She's also been there for Chanel a lot, so that was nice."

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Kavan, Archer, Sonny & Marisol - "The Misfits are a group of people that you can't help but notice around school. Do I plan to get to know them? Not really. Would it hurt if I did? Only if Marisol had a baseball bat.

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Santiago, Georgie, Carter, Sawyer, Jack & Ryland - "I know nothing about these guys. Like at all. I don't mean to sound harsh or anything. I just really haven't seen any of them around enough to get an actual feeling or anything for them."

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Max - "Maybe I should thank him for making Shawna and Kellie have their falling out, but at the same time - he hurt Shawna indirectly. In a really, really bad way. And if you know someone is a thing, or about to be a thing - KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS, MAN WHORE."

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Fiery red hair fluttered in the wind as Julie MacMillan swooshed down the black slope of Val d'isere. When she came to a stop she lifted her goggles of her eyes so she could take in the beautiful sight of the french alps! The MacMillans always spent their christmas in the alps skiing. And this year was no different, her father and sister and herself had spent the holiday together in their cozy private cabin at the 5-star resort.

Julie had decided to spend their last day out in the slopes while the others packed up their belongings to go pack to Florida. As she finally had some time to herself Julie's thoughts were hazy as she bobbed between the other skiers. Once again she had been ghosted by her other best friend Aurelio but this time she had been ready for it. This time she had left her guard up when he had come back. So when he and his sister disappeared seemingly overnight. The redhead had been hurt but not broken like last time.

As she went down the slope one last time she let her skis guide her to the little outside seating of the major restaurant where rich women drank rosé and their men smoked cigars. She had felt her phone vibrate in her snow pants pocket the whole day. Sitting down at one of the tables she gingerly took off her gloves and set them down ordering a glass of white wine when the cute waitress came by.

As she thought her phone had a lot of texts to go through mostly from her sister with status updates on how packing went. Messages from Chanel declaring how much she missed her and a message from April ensuring that the announcement party had gone well but the very last message shook her to her very core. It was from Aurelio. Expressing how sorry he was yet again and that he missed her and that he… loved her. This fucking guy she was almost vibrating with anger. Radio silence for almost 3 months and then a text message?! With the same old tripe that he had last time when he said he'd never do it again?

Ice blue eyes stared at the message for a long time before her slender fingers tapped away at the screen almost as if they were acting by their own command. Her thumb hovered a moment over the text on the screen that read "Block number" before she tapped it. Aurelio was gone from her life now. Just a memory burned into her heart. A short sniff escaped the young woman before she finished her wine in a few gulps and went to return her skis.

The flight home to Florida was filled with deep sighs and even deeper thoughts? Was she cursed? Did she only attract fucking idiots? Maybe she should become a nun? Or a recluse that sews dresses up in the mountains? No that would ruin her shoes.

Her sister tried to get her to open up about what was wrong but Julie was so sick and tired about talking about him and kept it to herself, she was done with men full stop. She was just tired and on her period was her cover story. Iris saw through her lie of course but knew better than to probe. After a grueling 10 hours, they finally touched down in Miami.

On the drive home from the airport, Julie spent her time staring out the window of the G-wagon. As they passed through the neighborhoods she noticed something… someone she recognized. A boy with long hair carrying big bags into one of the houses. She fell back in her seat crossing her arms over themselves. Interesting…

[Assistant]
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Jasper Fray had always been a simple man with simple tastes. Whiskey. Cigarette smoke. Worn out books. Leather. Beautiful people. Pretty words. It was no surprise that he would try and spend as much time surrounded by these things as he could over Christmas break, as well as any other time.

Over the last few months, Jasper had been focusing mainly on keeping up his grades so that he could get accepted into the colleges he wanted. The main dream was Juilliard. It had always been Juilliard. No matter how much he smoked, drank, or wrote, Juilliard had always been his one true love. Rather his application would be accepted or not, he didn't know. What he did know was that he could play the piano. He could compose music. He [liked writing his music, and wanted to spend the rest of his life doing that.

Sitting on the beach, looking up at the stars, Jasper found himself coming to the conclusion that he didn't want to stay in Palm Beach his whole life. It was eighty degrees in December, for fucks sake. He wanted to see snow again. He did have friends here, and some family. But what was really keeping him here?

Nothing. No one.

The one person who he would consider staying for was caught up in someone else, and while Jasper didn't care to interfere, it also sucked to a certain degree.

He opened his leather bound journal, taking another drag from his cigarette. Listening to the waves crashing on the beach, the young man began to write.

Maybe this wasn't the worst way to spend Christmas.


[System]
Gender: Female

Appearance: Akyasha is much like the rest of her kin. Pale, pleasing to the eyes…. The most notable features are her bright red hair and the religious garb she wears at almost all times.

Abilities: As a Vampire, of course Akyasha has access to Blood Magic and as a devout servant of Ichor, she also has access to Divine Magic that only Clerics of Ichor would have. The Divine Magics of Ichor are essentially Blood Magic without any weakness a Vampire might have as well as the ability to summon the otherworldly servants of Ichor.

That said, she utilizes her Blood Magic in a special way. When she strikes an enemy with her Blood Magic, she attempts to put a "seed" on or in them. This "seed" starts to drain blood from it's target and will over time sprout as a Blood Magic mockery of a lily, something that Akyasha affectionately calls a "Blood Lily". After she collects the lily, she can utilize it in a couple of ways, but her favorite is in her summoning magic. The amount and quality of blood that she collected influences the creatures she would summon from using the Blood Lily.

Personality: Some describe her as an eccentric. She's a devout servant and follower of Ichor. She follows the tenets as close as she can except for one thing. While she agrees that normally, humans cannot love them, she thinks that they can be made to love them. Though, this typically means that she likes to have plenty of human thralls. Specifically, Human Women that she can dress in her religious outfits and follow the Path of Ichor.

Outside that, one could say that she is every so slightly obsessed with the Cult of Ichor and making it as perfect as she can as well as the betterment of her kin. She sees humans in three ways. The humans worth attempted to turn to the Cult of Ichor and those that are cattle meant for feeding. This does not mean the cattle are to be treated crudely as that would be against the tenets. Preferably, they are to be given their own rooms and things to do as well as well fed. That way, their blood tastes the best it could be.

The third and final way she looks at humans…. Are those worthy of ignoring. As the tenets state not to act with cruelty and treat humans with care, Akyasha finds the best way to care is to ignore those that one does not need to interact with as interaction would bring "undue attention to the undead."

Bio: Once upon a time, Akyasha was a blonde human girl with another name, turned by a Cleric of Ichor. Over the years, she dedicated her unlife to the following of Ichor and rose through the ranks. Unfortunately, during the final years she saw many of her fellow clerics felled by Paladins until finally, she was one of the last few Clerics. Of course, one of the last few didn't matter as she was impaled with a holy weapon and put into an eternal slumber. Only to eventually wake back up in an unforgiving world….

Anything else:

[User]
Captain Argus Fellborn

It was clear that this sea monster wasn't fooling around, Argus observed as one of the pieces of floatsam was pulled beneath the waves. Argus pressed onward, wanting to stay ahead of the beast.

As they got closer to the mast in the distance, another platform beneath him was pulled under. Fortunately, he still had both his reflexes and sea legs, and was able to avoid losing his balance and falling into the water. Unfortunately, there were more skeletons coming. One of them came at him with a fishing net, intent on immobilizing him. Argus would be impressed with the creativity of it if he weren't the target.

He probably could cut his way through the net, but that'd still slow him down, and he couldn't afford even a momentary delay with that monster practically nipping at his heels. But just as a ship could sail against the wind, this could be used to his favor.

"Thanks crewmate, I need this," he mockingly spoke as he caught the edge of the net and threw it into the water behind him, hoping it might be able to slow the beast down even for a moment. Just as he began to parry and cut his way through those in his way, Cynthia's spear came hurtling forward, impaling several skeletons as it hurtled into a mast.

She's got a bit of a competitive streak, Argus noted as he took advantage of the strike to resume his flight forward. She'd make a poor candidate for a thrall- it'd be a great waste to suppress such a spirited, defiant personality with a surrender of one's will that accompanies enthrallment.

Perhaps he was jumping the gun- they still needed to escape these skeletons and this sea monster before he could think about rebuilding his crew.

[Assistant]
Location:
Human Village
Landshark@Asuras@VitaVitaAR

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Whether Giles had much to comment on the vampires words, he didn't speak it. He'd merely order the rest of the villagers to do as previously ordered. Quickly they'd clamor to grab anything they could, barricading and sealing off the door to the basement as the vampires made their descent…

Dragan was the first to engage, the beast hearing him approach as he'd rush towards it, hammer raised and poised to smash its face in. The creature, quickly turned its head towards the vampire knight in response and with little care for its own wellbeing met Dragan's charge with its own. Dragan's hammer met flesh, slamming the creature's face against his hammer with a sickening crack.

Whether through its own momentum or power though, it didn't have the intended effect of smashing him through the ground. Instead, it would carry through, its antlers slamming against his armor as the beasts claws, in a frenzied, gluttonous rage tried to rip and tear at his armor, trying to find anyway to get to the fleshy bits within as it gnashed its teeth and howled.

Luna's assault was as elegant as she was, it seemed. The beast, upon feeling the magical restraints on its flesh, chains attempting to bind it, shrieked, looking up from its meal just in time to see the vampire launch her assault upon it. Her sabre slashed its flesh, right near its neck, the blade cleanly cutting through it as blood oozed from its wounds. It struggled against its bonds, arms flailing and shrieking, wrapping its gnarled claws around one of the chains, pulling and wrenching the chain as another cut was delivered to its head, right through its eye.

Finally, with a hiss and a loud shriek, it managed to break the chains, flapping its weak wings and leaping into the…well, it tried, only to bang its head against the ceiling, and then promptly fall upon Luna, still aiming to claw and otherwise injure her in a somewhat admittedly unconventional manner.

From further down the hallway, the shouts of more humans, cut short. They likely weren't going to be able to save many unless they hurried. There didn't seem to be an obvious way that the beasts had gotten in down here.

Location:
Forest of Beasts
This

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Landing on the beast, it struggled, throwing its head and bucking its body as it'd slow to a halt, trying to throw the vampire off as she'd plunge the silver blade into the creatures arm as it made an attempt to grab her, earning another pained shriek as it'd recoil, but still not down as it'd clutch the injured arm, giving her just enough time to plunge the blade into the skull of the antlered beast, having a near immediate effected as it bucked and tried to remove the pest from its back coming to a near complete halt and almost throwing her off - and it would have, had it not been for the first creature that had finally managed to grab her.

She'd feel pain in her stomach, the beasts claws having impaled her as it'd pull her from the beast, slamming her into the ground where it'd pull its claw from her stomach, proceeding to try and maul her.

Location:
Human Village, Riverside

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Akyasha engaged the beast, bloody axe sinking into the creatures knee as it hadn't even seen or acknowledged her presence up until it was too late to avoid it. The beast howled, gurgling as it'd immediately tur blood oozing from the wound but the cut was far to shallow to reach bone, cutting through what seemed to be nothing but fat, making the beast more agitated then anything. Immediately, it'd turn, making a wide sweep with the ship mast in its arm in an attempt to slam it into the vampire nun.

Inside, Julene made it back down to the first floor, the building quickly lighting up with fire, but the undead were not so easily deterred. Not caring for their own unlife, and still burning they'd leap from the upper floor, trying to accost and drag her down with them, while the ones on the stairs and lower floor still made their way towards her.

"Tch, just die already." She'd growl, managing to block a strike from one of the undead creatures, shoving it back into a wall that was on fire. She had to get out of here before the other barrels ignited - but the things were being awfully persistent in slowing down her escape from this place.

Location:
Pirates End
Paladin

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Perhaps, Argus better be glad even considering making a servant of the Violet Witch a thrall was not considered some form of treason.

"Not far now captain!" Cynthia called back, retrieving her spear from the wood that it had found itself resting in as argus tossed the net into the water nearby…whether or not it had some effect for the moment. More skeletal undead would pull themselves from the water around them, earning an annoyed growl from Cynthia as she'd quickly engage, slicing through more and leaping through an open hole on the ships hull that she had pulled her spear from.

"This way! Hurry! That thing-!"

Too late.

Whatever it was, slammed its bulk into the ship hull, cracking its weakened frame, splintering it and sending it sinking into the waves, Cynthia disappearing further within. In the same instance, the platform under Argus was slammed into with enough force to completely shatter his already unstable footing! He'd need to act fast unless he'd want to find himself swimming with the undead and whatever creature that was.

[User]
Dragan Meszaros

The beast was more durable than he'd expected. Even factoring momentum into play, Dragan's strike should have done more damage to its cranium than this. Enough to disable or disorient it, at least. Or perhaps the beastman just wasn't cognizant of pain. Either way, he didn't have time to waste with this one any further. The sound of screams down the hall told him as much.

As the beastman began to claw and tear at his armor, Dragan took one hand off the haft of his hammer and gripped the creature by the throat, bodily lifting it up with one hand. A sickly green glow started to emanate from his gauntlet, and the Death Knight's necrotic magics began to slough the beast's skin off its bones, rotting its flesh away. Moments later, the process was complete, and Dragan released his new skeleton minion down to the ground, where it obediently fell in line at his side. With that done, the armored vampire turned his helmet's gaze towards the cowering humans off to the side.

"Flee upstairs! Your headman is ordering the door barricaded! Let him know of our progress, we will go to aid the rest." He commanded before tearing off at a sprint towards the other set of screams, his skeleton matching his pace.

[Assistant]
Captain Argus Fellborn

"Cynthia!"

Argus lost his footing as the unseen leviathan destroyed the wreck. He did not want to take his chances in the water with that monster swimming around- he needed to stay on the platforms. As he fell, he managed to guide his fall forward, and stabbed his sword into the nearest wooden wreckage.

Using the sword as a handhold, he scurried up onto the floatsam, not wanting to present any part of him as a target for that monster. Judging by the way it was ramming the wreckage to try to force them into the water, Argus guessed it was either a whale or a shark. With how it was completely ignoring the skeletons in the water, it was probably under the control of their master.

Most importantly, did it have blood?

If it weren't for that monster lurking down there, Argus would use this debris as a makeshift raft. But with that thing actively hunting them, he didn't want to stay in one place too long. There wasn't much in terms of footing, but he might be able to move across the debris field if he moved quickly enough.

The pirate attempted to make his way towards where he last saw Cynthia, jumping from platform to platform like a frog on lily pads. He'd strike at any skeletons that might be in his way, but he couldn't afford to fight them- he'd have to settle for unbalancing them or knocking them into the water.

He was hopeful that Cynthia had survived that attack. After all, if something happened to her, he might not get paid.


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Alfieq's Army (7th Generation) - Purplish Blue.

Nation Flag, anthem (Optional)

-Map Location

-Description (think economy, history etc.) (Optional)
As countless of an old legends within the world goes, Alfieq's Army is a militarist-dictatorship faction that are empowering in one of the most powerful land military in The World of Nations, feared by their infamous 'every citizen are capable soldiers' policy and holds one of the highest material productions in a effort to build up in their numbers of ready-made arsenals of war.

Recently broke out from their long lasting civil war against the nobility of the Veilletes monarchists after a long post-negation with the major population of the Militarian against their tolerance of slaves/subjugated populace foreigners, seizing their jobs in the process that causes the riot in the first place, and thus marked the end of the Militarian-Veilletes Golden Age of rapid expansion and their leading power of sophisticated innovations that are now replaced by the new age of unfortunate darkness, but found an opportunity feat to become one of the prominent military and influential powerhouse within The World of Nations era by the time they have recovered from the civil war.

Government
The Constitutional Monarchy was gone by the time a Militarian civil war has succeeded in overthrown their emperor and the rest of their elective leaders of the parliament, all consolidated to a single person whom controls basically almost anything within his/her power in order to maintain order of his/her faction. However, in order to become the next leader of the nation of grudging army men, he or she needed to obtain the highest military rank than all other officers of the command, and also required to be picked by the leader himself/herself in order to legitimate his/her position as the next-in-line leader of the army. The title of becoming the leader of their army is called the Commander. Below him/her was sub-commanders and also can be called as high commands, then below those ranks are officers, and lastly below officers are regular soldiers.

-Other
Build more tanks.

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Auclairé
Deparmon fo Liber, Villa Libero

 "Citizens of the Assembly, it has come down to me to inform the noble national court of the citizens of a profound transgressions against not only the state itself, but of the law of man and of nation." the speaker said, standing atop the dias. Dressed in fine clothes his delicately polished shoes shone in the warm electrical light of the hundred of bulbs over-head, suspended by silver chandeliers and from the large glass dome at the middle of the room. Had all lights been off, the soft light of the afternoon sun would have shone down on him, cutting through the pipe smoke of the Reprosentiff fo Nacionalie there today. It was a packed chamber, and the men leaned forward to hear the man speak.

 The speaker, a tall dark-skinned gentlemen struck a striking image. Broad shouldered, a defined face. His eyes shone bright. His head crowned with wiry black hair.

 "Off the Black Coast, from our national exclaves of Sain Sumogne and Bastiôn the trade vessel Sôme Pierre went dark over the maritime radio check ins. Reported leaving the port of Simerov with a full cargo of raw material for refinement and use of the Company Josephine Metalworks. A cargo weight of two-hundred fifteen tonnes the material wealth aboard the ship was estimated to be at over twenty-million libre."

 There was shocked murmuring from the assembly who gasped and guffawed. Over the rioting expressions the click of cameras nearby could be heard as the journalists at the speaker's feet hurriedly made moves to capture his doubtlessly pained expression. He rose a thick sun-kissed hand to the breast pocket of his deep violet velvet vest and hung it there by his thumb. The rolls of the sleeves of his white cotton undershirt turned and waved as he moved. Turning on his feet as he paced and look about him. "This represents the greatest material loss our country has faced in piracy alone!" he declared.

 "If this was in Donsiclious waters, what was the answer by the government in Sirir?" a representative asked

 "I have spoken at length with the ministers." the speaker said, "And we have concluded that the best course of action is to take a direct approach. This is the third such action, as I'm sure we all remember. But this is the largest such theft of a ship and thus far, through our normal channels the government of Donsiclia has thus far been incapable of acting on our pressure to curb the endemic of piracy off their waters. On the consent of the Assembly, I ask that economic measures be taken against our neighbor to our south be reprimanded, the financial assets of their leaders frozen until they are willing to take the matter seriously! And that, if necessary, the Assembly takes moves to consider, as a warning against Donsiclia the matter of direct military intervention in its ports to identify and capture the pirate bodies who have so long threatened our southern Departments."

 This a shocked murmuring among the assembly. Defiant shouts. "President Jean-Luc, you can not be serious to come before the National Assembly, so devoted to peace, and make requests for war."

 "It is not war I demand," president Jean-Luc decreed, "But a threat of which I am requesting to bring results. Coupled with the freezing of their personal assets in our national banks!"

 "Then what responses will your office make while we consider your recommendations?" a representative called out.

 "We are already moving to act ourselves." Jean-Luc answered, "The foreign office has been given orders to make direct appeals to the government in Sirir to provide information deemed helpful in tracking the course of, or to keep watch for strange activity within their borders. We have likewise given orders to prepare a ship at the port of Camuleis to hunt the pirates, recover the ship and her sailors. It is of my opinion, and of my ministers that the unchecked negligence of the new southern government in Donsiclia be brought to recognize its own follies. The Minister of Justice, Pierre Duran is willing to see the pirates – when captured – tried in Auclairé as criminals against our people and our laws, and not as before in Donsiclious courts."

 There was subdued discussion among the representatives. Jean-Luc Henrie stood patiently, like a stoic in the middle of the room. The Assembly chambers, an ancient room in an ancient building murmured like a temple. The representatives speaking like monks chanting. Surrounding him on near all sides the seats of the assembled representatives rose upwards in banks. The columned walls rose to support a gallery, and behind the medieval ramparts atop those a light gaggle of onlookers looked down, women waved fans and men leaned over looking down. Higher up the ancient statues of the old kings looked down, though their faces had been wrecked over two-hundred years ago in the Revolution, now behind chain-mail coifs they were faceless wraiths in their tunics. In this hall centuries before then the barons and oligarchy of the kingdoms of the nation met in assembly, and was now occupied by the people.

 The chamber was hardly austere or as gray as an old castle's walls. Great colorful banners hunt from the ceiling between the many chandeliers overhead. And between the statues of the ancient kings paintings of the Revolution and the intermediary years had been hung. The stone work too was in places carefully carved and painted in earthly bands of red and yellow strips, interlaced, the pattern was repeated across the columns and they were like maypoles with the ribbons tied tight against them.

 From behind the stage the president stood, the speaker of the Assembly rose in his canopied tent. "Than you, and the grace of wisdom on you, our president." he said, "I declare the Assembly in motion to consider the crisis set before us by the Executive Office." Jean-Luc Henrie smiled and turned out the door as the speaker continued to speak, "Per immediate concern on the issue the Ministry of Security recommends in light of the recent attacks a proposal of its own related to the current crisis. That in accompaniment with our southern traffic emergency allocation to the Department of the Navy be made for the funding of escort to and from the Deparmons fo Sain Sumogne and Bastiôn..." the door to the Assembly chamber closed behind the president as he left the hall. Around the corner his secretary met with him.

 "An appropriate speech, but I think it could have been better." the stout man said, jogging up to meet with the president. He was a mulato man, his light coffee skin and thick wiry hair contrasting, as his narrow nose and wide face. It was not far from Jean-Luc, whose nose was likewise long and narrow.

 "Well, what can you do." Jean-Luc said, "I suppose next the media will need some words."

 "I've already gotten a few requests. If you would like I will schedule a special media event in the Palais Executif later this afternoon."

 "You might as well. Has the ambassador from Donsiclia returned our requests?"

 "No, he hasn't." the assistant said, "He says his government back home has not sent him new orders."

 "Then we keep waiting. Let's go then."

Portei fo Libero

 Atop the control tower for the vast port of the capitol, the port authority radio operators sat looking out at the vast network of piers and canals, directing the ship traffic to and from. The great iron lattice work of cranes hummed and sang with the sound of motors as the large freighters to the capitol city were being unloaded. Below trucks and train carts assembled or moved every which way in a sense of controlled chaos as freight was being moved in and out. Often times, the traffic headed into the port was passing through, sailing up the Rouje to the ports further up, where at the point where the river becomes too shallow and begins to narrow deep-water boats could not pass. There the freight would be transferred to river freight, and would deliver their goods deep inland. Often these same ships would come back, all the way into the Portei fo Libero to unload crates of wine or other commodities for shipment over seas, their broad decks navigating the coal-dark waters of the river mouth as it mixed with the azure blue sea further out.

 From the windows of the control office, further inland the capitol city brooded over the vast industrial complex of the sea port on its ascending hills. The city stretched out to sea along the Cape Emaîs, which enclosed the harbor from the open sea. The ivory white, soft blues, spring greens, and the multitude of colors of the homes there on the forested hills of the Emaîs showing bright along brick streets and promenades up to the chivalric lighthouse of Sant Crispi, its red-brick construction like a castle bastion set isolated from any fortification, but fortified once to guard the mouth of the harbor as well as guide vessels in.

 Likewise dominating the hilly skyline in-land, at the edge of the broad windows of the wood-paneled control room the ascending waves of the iron tower of Màndùi Filisoph rose clear into the blue sky.

 It was also not just commercial vessels that scoured the great harbor. The white specks of private boats at the tip of long hair-thin wakes wound through the water, heading into the mouth of the harbor to enter into open sea also passed, as the larger gray shapes of coast guard posts slowly patrolled through. Close to shore wooden paddle boats remained, old men casting rods into the water to fish in the warm equatorial sun. Just behind them, the docks and lower terraces of the sea walls provided a platform for swimmers to rest on, just beyond the confines of the seaport itself.

 "We are the merchant-warships of the Yathon Corporation," a radio message came in, through the headset of one of the port directors, "We request an opportunity to dock. We wish to establish trading relationships."

 The radio man cocked a brow at the request. He looked aside at his desk neighbor and said, "I don't suppose we handle international relations?" he asked.

 She looked aside at him, confused. The clear expression on her face spoke for what the answer was. Of course not.

 The operator looked up through the window at the sea port outside, searching for an open pier. The numbered cranes indicating the individual piers. He cross-referenced them quickly over his computer, and relayed a message out to the foreign ship, "Yathon Corporation ship, you are clear to dock at pier seventeen. Please prepare your manifest papers and to receive shipyard inspectors. You will receive instruction from a shipyard officer on where to proceed next." he said clearly into his microphone, "Tugboats will come to assist you."

[Assistant]
The soldiers grin to eachother. "I will inform those who are at a...certain location of a suitable location." the leader states. The others wait around.

The leader runs off to go inform his various superiors and those of equal rank about such an area. Such a place, is called Muriva city, there is a port nearby aswell. The superiors give the orders for a large military presence to be stationed there and to be ready for battle. The leader of those soldiers is dismissed.

A bird is dispatched, giving the location of such a harbor. Once the ferries are there, the Yahupi are in waiting. A few of the leaders wait for things to be unloaded perhaps. They are ready for this plan.

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Meanwhile, in the Federation the 2nd Commander watches as these things are unloaded. The Federation's people there take note of who the people unloading these things look like. The 2nd Commander walks up and introduces herself to these people, extending a hand of friendship to them.

She asks how these Firearms are operated, and she asks what the Federation can offer in return. Gold or silver coins perhaps. She has dark blue eyes, somewhat of a tall stature, with a purple and white uniform, a lightish brown color to it. Her hair is done in a bun shape. She looks young, but not too young.


[System]
Gender: "Female"
Race Possessed Shadow Elf
Appearance: Once, she used to look like many of the Uruthra. A beautiful pale skinned elf though perhaps a small bit shorter than the rest of her peers. Now, however, while her face amd build is similar, she is still a farcry from what she had looked a one point. One might call her form a mockery of the elven race. Her skin is a dark shade of pink and her hair colored that reminds one of a flame.

Bio Vamessa grew up in Gloomhaven with the rest of her kin and studied magic with a mild interest in demons, specifically making a bestiary with the strengths and weaknesses of each one. She was, at one point, the apprentice of the mage Rullphana. She was a hard worker and took her studies dilligently though, perhaps a small bit a trouble maker.

For her bestiary, she would go out to places that had reports of demons and quietly observe them before safely retreating. She would ask people their experiences with anything they may have come across and wrote about them. Over time, she started to become a bit more of a wild card in society. While she didn't exactly neglect her lessons, she did start to seem more interested in her bestiary.

One day, on one of her field studies in Naraheim, she found a small group of demons to spy on. They were beast-like creatures and were snacking on some fresh prey. One thing led to another and a chase started. She ran, and ran, and ran. There was plenty of them to be wary and scared of that she needed to run. Luckily, she knew the land and where demons were wary of going. There was an old coliseum like ruin that most demons seemed to avoid so she decided to take refuge there.

While the beasts were cautious not to actually enter, they did guard the exit knowing that she would need to leave sometime. Worried, no, scared that the beasts would make their way in regardless, she looked for an exit aside the front door. What appeared before her was a lower level. Rather risk the dark than what she knew above ground, she descended hoping for her luck to turn out something. A useful tool of some sort perhaps. No. Rather, she found what she could only describe as some... Beautiful humanoid being but strange. A demon? The thought of having walked into the den of some demon worried her tremendously.

Vamessa took a step back. Looking to risk her chances with the beasts upstairs, she went to turn and leave before something yanked her back towards the demon's body. As she looked, the demon's hand was tightly around her wrist as she felt a weird magical power flowing into her. She tried jerking her hamd away. Tried freeing herself as it felt like her head was ready to explode. Everything she could physically aside from cutting the hand off until soon enough it meekly released. Frightened, worried and trembling, she staggered back and fell to her behind. Her hands went quickly to her head as her immediate concern turn to the splitting feeling in her head before, of course, her vision faded to black.

Some time later, her eyelids opened. Her body felt lighter and warmer. Vamessa put her hand to her temple but felt something weird on her forehead. Horns? No, not just horns. There were these.... Odd wings! And the tail! What happened to her? The answer was soon answered by a slightly annoyed voice in her head. She had been, in her scared, worried state, possessed by the demon. OF course, either her will was stronger than the demon expected, or in a more likely twist, the demon was weaker than she had expected.

After a short discussion between the two, Vamessa found that she still had full control over her body despite the changes and she had some stronger power over fire now. Strong enough to force her way through the demons and make it back home. She could rest once she got back and figure out what was going on.

OF course, her troubles only started from there. The guards actively stopped her from entering town. Her appearance was much too dissimilar from her original and they thought she was just some full fledged demon that was trying to attack town. Perhaps, Rullphana could help her. The woman was powerful and knew her for so long. She forced her way through and attempted to make her way to Rullphana's tower but, there was too much resistance. Too many people trying to stop her. The voice in her head told her to fight back, but these were the people she knew! How could she?

She had to retreat. Escape town or worry about her death. On her way out, she stole a pack and some supplies. Whatever should could grab without stopping. Soon, she was out of town. She kept running and didn't look back. Over the course of the next couple of days, she escaped the mountain, wanting to avoid any search party for her. There were plenty of places to hide on a mountain, but not forever. She heard there was a forest down there and hopefully food.

She spent much time alone with the voice in her head. Surviving off the land she moved around so no one could really pin her to a place, or more importantly, the spirit of the forest that made attempts on her life more than once.

The few travelers she met, she messed around with. Playing pranks and other small things, but never really harming people other than the ones that intended to harm her. Perhaps it was her slowly warping personality, but killing people didn't seem to bother her much though it wasn't like she went out of her way to do so. In fact, her time in the forest with the voice made her a slight bit more antagonistic towards others. Her natural reaction to people was to poke fun at them or goading them. And yet, there were still moments of sincerity from her in dire moments.

After some time, she found herself in the village of Dawn (tired of the attempts on her life by the forest). Somehow, perhaps by some divine guiding hand, she found a place for herself. She made herself useful and took care of fires around the town though she was perhaps a small bit suspicious looking, walking around late at night and making sure the place was properly lit up. It wasn't difficult with the powers she gained from her possession. She was also made to cook, which she didn't seem to mind doing despite any complaints she may give.

Goals:
 Become strong enough to survive on her own and rid herself of her possession if it becomes a problem. Finish her bestiary.

Skills:

Blood-possessed: No longer what you once were, you've been possessed by a demon, effectively turning you into one yourself. The one that has taken hold of you is of the bestial and violent Blood Clan that revels in violence, emotion, and domination. It has only a minor sway over you currently, but it does seem to give you some inherent ability for fire, boosting your abilities and affinities with them...and also making you prone to outbursts of violence, and feeling euphoria watching things burn. You don't know the demons name yet, nor what its fully capable of. If it takes full control of you, you may not even remember it nor have control over your own body any more. Sometimes, you hear its sweet seductive whispers telling you to commit atrocities.

Wild-Fire Pyromancy: Years of possession in the wild has left Vamessa naturally good at fire magic. There is also this constant desire burning in her heart to set fire to the things around her. While it's fairly easy to satiate, it's always nagging. Cooking is a surprisingly good outlet.

The Mage's Disciple: At one point, she was the disciple of Rullphana, the greatest mage in Gloomhaven. A fact she was proud of. She has a general study of all the basic ideas of magic and, generally, can figure out magic and knows many simple spells and things as such.

Inventory:

Demonic Bestiary: The bestiary she spent time on making some years prior.

[User]
Atzi felt the heat before she felt the touch, the warmth that exuded from the demon's body so out-of-place in the frigid chill of Azral Suralng's wake that it couldn't have been anyone but Vamessa. Her presence had been important to Dawn's survival, and her gift with flames had saw households through cold nights once the firewood ran out. For all the disdain that came with the demon's origins, Atzi herself held no great grudge against her.

And honestly, it wasn't as if Dawn was a sanctuary of prudes to begin with. So long as Vammy figured the time and place for her groping, she'd fit in just fine. Akala, after all, didn't have any bad blood with her, and that priestess was the holiest individual present.
"That's good," she responded with a firm nod in her direction. "Thanks."

Akando's concern was also appreciated, though with a boy and a childhood friend at that, Atzi couldn't help but put up a stronger front. Forcing a grin, she wrapped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him in, bumping foreheads. "Not like you could, anyhow. Last time we wrestled, you couldn't toss me even when I stood straight up, remember?" Her teeth flashed. Happier days, warmer days. She released him, then smacked him on the back with a vigor that wasn't completely fake. "Show that elf up, Akando."

And with Achel looking like she was finally going to take a break, Atzi decided to get to work too now. For all the emotional labour, her body remained thrumming with energy, and she struck her bicep with the palm of her opposing hand. It was a meaty thwack that carried well throughout the echoing chambers of the church. "A moment then!"

Without anything else holding her back, Atzi ran off, her heart speeding up as her lungs pumped cold air through her burning blood. Crusted snow scattered as her mocassins smashed against the ground, and within moments, she reached Bolcha's workshop and home. Though they were ostensibly family, a desire for independence had come with a desire for privacy, and Atzi had built her own little hut a couple meters away from the craftsman's abode, where she could entertain her personal guests without bothering her foster family, as well as where she could experiment with her craft without disturbance.

This time, however, she was here only because she had a habit of keeping a warm oven, and to pick up her equipment. Pushing open the slab of wood that served as the door to her mudbrick hut, Atzi pulled an extra cloak that laid in a heap, rescued a loaf of bread from her stove, empty out her waterskin and replaced the contents with some wine, and finally strapped her wooden club to the loop in her belt. Maira's own home wasn't even a day's walk away; if she kept a good pace, she should reach it expediently. Wouldn't even take half a day if she tried. All she had to do was stay in motion.

Atzi stared at the embers and the ashes, breathed in the oils and fats, the acrid but tantalizing stench of scrambled brains and unscented soap. Her bed had been lonely for too long. She would invite Maira over tonight.

Right. That's a certainty.

Because she's still alive.

…

Atzi returned, the sweat beading over her body already wicked away by the breath of winter. She placed the round loaf of bread, kept warm during her return by being wrapped up in a cloth and held beneath her armpit, firmly into the Chiralta gravekeeper's hands, then swivelled about to locate Vamessa again. It looked as if the demon was nursing a bump on her head, but if it was just a bump, then it was fundamentally nothing.

"Let's go. Can you run?"

If she couldn't, that was no problem either. Atzi was just going to carry her there.

[Assistant]
Lissa

It didn't take long after the speech for small groups to form to tackle some of the tasks that village chief Enli and the other villagers had needed to be done. Indeed, Lissa wasn't alone in wanting to help some of the patients either. Though, she was greeted by the strange, but somewhat heartwarming scene of some of Dawn's girls interacting… through a combination of hugging, mauling with a hammer, and more hugging… but mostly hugging. It was rather cute display of humanity in the aftermath of a disaster, even if there was still a demon amidst them. It was for things like this –demon aside— that she traveled and interacted so.

Lissa inclined her head towards the village priestess as she addressed her. She thought Akala looked a bit young for her role, but considering the village's immediate history, she supposed it was lucky there was somebody to fill the position. "Not a problem at all. Again, thank you for having me, and I'm glad to help. I'm Lissa," she responded, reintroducing herself, mostly for the benefit of the other three girls. So her guess had been right—the Mothraki was a villager, and a fellow helper, it seemed.

"A Chiralta, huh," Lissa echoed, nodding as she memorized the name. "You've got a very diverse village here," she noted, her eyes flicking off to glance at the lewd demon girl that remained off to the side, but not before giving a goodbye wave to the departing Lazhira. As far as questions went, she had a lot, and many of them in regards to Vamessa… but again, there were things that needed doing, so she turned to Nyla with another nod.

"I'm in your care, then. Let's get Calra those herbs and anything else she might need for her patients, yeah?"

Then she paused. "Will the de—ah, Vamessa… be joining us?"


[System]
Age: 18
Year: 4th
Gender: Female
Species: Faerie
Physical Description: Human Glamour

In Depth Physical Description: Kiki's most memorable feature is her thick mane of loose, cherry red curls. Her ivory skin is surprisingly freckle-free, a hint at her supernatural ancestry. Kiki's eyes are a pale grey by default, but they change color depending on her mood, although a simple glamour can cover that if she chooses. Kiara stands at a short 5 foot 2 inches and is fairly thin; some might even describe her as skeletal. Despite her petite, human-like frame, an aura of menace tends to surround KiKi, and she relishes in the fear it can draw out in others.
In her true faerie form, Kiki has wings, pointed canines and inscisors, and her skin is a light stony gray; Her hair also floats around her as if she is hovering underwater.
Personality: Kiara isn't your average Unseelie faerie; although she feeds off of negative emotions, she likes to have a good time. Unless they are as troublesome as her, making friends has never been her strong suit, but finding lovers seems to come easily enough. Kiara is strikingly attractive and worse yet, she knows it, using these looks to invoke both lust and envy - some of her favorite flavors. At a young 18 years, Kiki is but a child in terms of a faerie lifespan, although she won't physically mature much past this age. Kiki has a lot to learn about both herself and the faerie world. She came to this school from the faerie realm in order to learn how to control her powers and better conceal herself using glamour. Right now, the use of glamour doesn't come quite so easily, and her eyes will suddenly change color, or her wings will sprout out unintentionally. Once she learns to control it completely, Kiki hopes to travel to the human realm to cause mischief and mayhem alongside some of her old friends from the Unseelie Court.
Hobbies: Practicing elaborate make-up designs on herself and others, painting/drawing (the fine arts in general), learning about plants and potion-making with the witches.
Familiar:
Extra: She can fly, but is not very gracefully yet. Kiki was also born to a particularly powerful set of parents, her father being descended from Moriganne herself, so she has some innate dark powers that she has yet to discover.

[User]
~ Kiara ~

Kiki made her way to the courtyard, where the greatest density of new students stood, and looked around curiously. The wide doors to the building swung open, and out walked a tall, slender woman dressed in silver robes. Her hair was blonde and streaked with lavender, and her face and words were equally warm and kind. She seemed to be giving instructions to the new students. Kiki was a new student herself, entering the school as a fourth year because of her age. Madame P informed them to find the nearest teacher to get their room assignments before she disappeared in a puff of smoke and purple light. Kiki looked at the empty space where Madame P had stood, a little bit starstruck. Of course, faeries like herself could possess magic, but Kiara hadn't come to master something as simple as a glamour yet, let alone any fancy tricks. Hopefully, this school would help her learn to control her powers, and maybe even discover that she has magic like some of her relatives do.

Kiara made her way to the nearest teacher-like supernatural. Many of the cryptids here were so beautiful and youthful, it was hard to tell who was a teenager and who was hundreds of years old. Kiki received her dorm assignment, she was in the girls dormitory with a roommate named Laurel. That was something she hadn't really thought about until now, having a roommate. A girl roommate, too. Females normally didn't like her much, and Kiki was torn between whether she wanted this Laurel to like her, or not. Having a roommate dislike her would make for some good emotional sustenance, but she also kind of wanted to have at least one friend in this strange new realm. Either way, it was time to meet fate, so she headed to room number she was assigned.

The dorm room was just as lovely as the rest of the campus. There were live plants and the windows were open, allowing a natural air flow to pass through. Kiki guessed that her side of the room was the one with a bed covered in a blanket made of magically preserved leaves and flowers, so she set her bags down there. Laurel was nowhere to be seen, yet, so Kiki waited around to meet her. The familiar flap of leathery wings was the next thing to catch Kiki's attention. A small, red-eyed, black bat landed on the open window sill on Kiki's side of the room.

"Persy, there you are!" Kiara said as she rushed over to her little companion, holding out her palm to the bat. Persephone flitted onto her palm and Kiara brought the bat up to face level and kissed it on it's head.

[Assistant]
Laurel

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After the bizarre display from what absolutely must have been a Witch Laurel made her way to one of the teachers who were all seemingly at least slightly middle aged, this particular one was a male vampire, genetic she presumed from his absurdly pale complexion and his ease of being. Most created vampires tended to be a little more edgy though when you had a Sire who could essentially B & E into your mind and discover where you are and what you're doing she could understand the edginess. She moved easily, her steps utterly silent as she slunk across the campus towards the dormitory. Some girl named Kiara was her roommate this school year.

As she was moving across the space a soft tan and black shape appeared, a large female Striped Hyena. "Güzel, how nice of you to show up my love." Came Laurel's voice, it was equally as smooth as her movement, almost a whisper but the hyena reacted by raising and then lowering her head. Güzel moved in the usual loping gate of a hyena, nothing like the smooth even movements that Laurel had. They made their way up the stairs of the building and opened the doors before heading inside and up to their room.

Long before Laurel reached the room she could smell the sickly sweet smell of an unseelie faerie inside and hear a female speaking. 'Persy! There you are.' The young woman said just shortly before Laurel opened the door to the room. The big hyena entered the room first, her tall hackles raised up straight and her radar dish ears swirling around as she searched the room, completely ignoring the faerie within. She was well aware that Laurel knew the girl was present. Only the something Laurel would not smell or hear was a threat to her.

"Hello, my name is Laurel but I'm sure you already know that. This is Güzel, my familiar." The big female had already gone and laid atop the empty bed so Laurel simply gestured in her direction when she mentioned her. The hyena had her own bed in the room, a little lower to the ground and a comfortable size attached to the end of Laurel's bed but she chose to lay there instead.

[User]
Suleykaar Sahqon Diiv

A black limo had begun its way down the long road which lead to the academy. White flags rested on either side of the hood with the crest of the Diiv family flapping in the wind. "Sir, we have arrived at Rosa Claire Academy." The driver looked in the rear view mirror into the smoked filled back of the car. There, sat a figure with his legs crossed and his arms behind his head as he looked out the window towards the castle, his red and gold eyes reflecting off the glass as a cigarette came to his mouth. a red light was the sign that the master had lit another cigarette. "Finally. Thought we would never arrive. Pretty long trip wouldn't you say, Anders?" A chuckle came from the front seat as he gave a toothy smirk from the driver's response.

"Probably should have flown here then, sir."

"No, it would have been a boring flight. No one to talk to, plus I'd have to carry all my things by myself."

"Oh yes, sooo much for you to carry all by your lonesome, two small suitcases and a duffle bag. Much to heavy."

"Shut up." This caused the driver to laugh aloud, causing the teen to frown and take another long drag from his smoke.

The driver had exited the car and made his way around to the young master, opening the door and gesturing him to step out. A wall of smoke dispersed from the inside outward, momentarily shielding them from view before quickly being whisked away by a gentle breeze. The boy's hair moved with the wind with its on freedom, occasionally pushing some hair in front of his eyes. He adorned a casual style suit; black shoes, grey slacks, black shirt and a grey vest, his family's crest stitched into the upper right side. A long black trench coat rested on his shoulders being held there simply by a silver chain connect just below the neck as a snake's head poked out of his collar. The lining of it an almost crimson color. He walked to the back of the limo and opened the trunk, removing his belongings from the back.

"Is there anything else I can help you with sir?"

"No. This will be fine. I can go the rest of the way myself, thank you very much." Anders bowed and made his way to the driver's side as the young boy grabbed his belongings and made his way to the door before being stopped one more time by his driver.

"Oh, Sulley?"

"Yes Anders?"

"Be safe." A small smile passed over him.

"I will."

And with that, Anders gave him a finally wave and a nod before hopping back into the limo and driving off. Suleykaar looked up at the castle and took in its features and design. Impressive was his thought. Very well built that showed class and sophistication. He sighed as he made his way up to the entrance and walked in, off to find his room. 'This will be interesting.' He did not know if he would be the only dragon in the academy but he wouldn't worry about it, he would rather meet other creatures in the academy.

[Assistant]
Perspehone flitted up from her palm and perched on Kiki's shoulder before she turned around to greet her new roommate. She'd never shared a room with someone before, being the only child of a highborn faerie. At the moment, her guard was down, and so was her rather undependable glamour. When Kiara turned to see Laurel, she was shocked at how human she looked. Cat-like, but human - the only real tell that she was supernatural was her soundless movement. Wanting to make a show of solidarity, Kiki put up her spotty glamour, managing to mask her wings and ghoulish grey skin, but her sharp teeth remained.

"Hello Laurel, I'm Kiara, or KiKi, whichever you like better. And this --" she gestured to the bat on her shoulder, "is my companion Persephone. I named her after one of the cool sounding humanfolk goddesses of the underworld." Kiki balled her fists up in front of her chest excitedly "How delightfully spooky!" Despite her dark, unseelie appearance, Kiara had an endearing youthful spunk to her.

"Speaking of humanfolk, are you a cat-person?" Kiki took a shot in the dark at guessing Laurel's race, it might be considered rude, but Unseelie faes have never been known for their politeness. Kiara then turned her relatively short attention span to the hyena, cocking her head curiously at it. Hyena's didn't exist in the faerie realm, and Kiara wasn't yet allowed to travel to Earth to discover other animals. "And what are you, dear Güzel? Where are you from?" Kiki squatted down and addressed the hyena directly with a bright smile, hoping that the faerie ability to communicate with all living creatures spanned across realms.