[System]
WIP
Age: 27

Species: Asari

Gender: Female

Class: Medic

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Bio/Backstory: Lin wasn't ever someone too special. She didn't come from a line of Matriarchs, she wasn't someone who had a mass following, she was just, an Asari. Get her education, become a nurse, eventually rise up to full doctor status, work 9-5 as the humans would say. Simple life right?

At some point she decided the military could use her help. Things were pretty peaceful, but there always seemed to be a need for doctors nonetheless, and so she became a Military Doctor in the Asari Navy. She never knew it would take the turn it did. When working on the Citadel, at some point she was approached by an officer... not someone she would ever normally speak with. The kind of person who walks into a room and everything goes quiet. And this person actually walked straight up to her, and SALUTED her. After a few moments of stunned silence, she was simply handed a paper, and congratulated. He even called her 'Ma'am'. The strange thing was, the officer was a Human.

She opened the paper, and needless to say was completely confused to find that she was being promoted to Commander, and was to be given her own ship and was being given a very special mission. She knew the Reapers had come, and Earth had fallen, but this didn't make any sense. She would have suggested there was a mistake, but the letter was addressed, in hand writing, directly to her.

Why was a doctor, and not even a special doctor, promoted to COMMANDER of a ship? That wasn't even the same line of progression! The top title she was supposed to be able to earn was Head Surgeon or something, or Medical Director. Not, Commander of a Warship. But it was happening, and here she was, Commander Linalla freaking T'sado, Captain of the SSV Minotaur.

Fuck.

Original 'Position': Doctor

New 'Position': Commander (Yes, of the whole ship. Yes, I said Doctor.)

Equipment:

M-8 Avenger
M-25 Hornet
Pack of Medi-gel

Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)

[User]
Ah, the Citadel. A wondrous marvel of engineering created by a civilization long past, or so everyone figured anyways. It was the center for the Governing bodies of the different species known as the "Citadel Races". Humans, Turian, Asari, and Salarian were the main ones holding positions within the Council, but many other races lived on, or at the very least visited the Citadel. It was the hub for anything you could imagine from trade, to industry, to sports and entertainment.

But then of course, the Reapers came. For whatever reason, they didn't invade the Citadel. The first Reaper to show up, Harbinger, had made a direct attack on the Citadel sure and failed, but since then, even when planets all over the Galaxy were falling to the Reaper invasion, the Citadel was untouched. Not a Reaper in sight. This made it the obvious choice as a bastion for all the refugees that managed to escape the war, and it was getting packed. But on the inside, on the streets of the cities of its massive arms, everything seemed peaceful. Some murmurs here and there about the war, people being worried, but it was like a place away from the war itself. Peaceful was a good word for it.

Near a docking station, a large barracks of sorts had been prepared for a new crew that was going to be heading out to gather support for the war effort. An Alliance crew that would be getting the other species of the Galaxy to send aid to Earth, for a direct attack against the Reapers. If they could take back Earth, they felt sure that they could win the war. And apparently, the Alliance was working on something special, an ancient weapon that could potentially be the secret to destroying the Reapers once and for all.

But none of that mattered to the people who were actually CHOSEN for this crew... with the mistakes that had been made. The positions that had been filled by people that, well, 'unqualified' seemed like an understatement for most of them.

One of them, probably more out of her league than anyone else, was Linalla T'sado. A week ago she was a doctor working overtime in the hospital to treat the refugees that were coming in from all over. Today? Today she was a Military Officer given the title of Commander for Goddess knows what reason, and Captain of her very own ship. And just out the window, she could see it sitting in the Station, ready and waiting for its crew. It was a beautiful ship. It was a Frigate, built in the same shape as the SSV Normandy, the famous ship of Commander Shepard himself. You didn't need to be Military, or even Human for that matter to know who Shepard was. But this ship... this wasn't the Normandy. No this ship looked like the Normandy, but it lacked all the special bells and whistles. It wasn't experimental... it was just a Frigate.

The SSV Minotaur. At least it sure had a pretty name...

EXCEPT THAT IT'S AN ALLIANCE SHIP, AND SHE'S AN ASARI, AND A DOCTOR NOT A MILITARY COMMANDER, AND WHAT THE F-

As stated before this is downtime for the RP. Just posting as you wish, doing whatever until the whole gang is set up and ready to go. Literally ICly waiting for the other characters to show up, while we OOCly wait for the other characters to show up.

[Assistant]
Transferring from a Turian colony to the Citadel was a trip filled with baffling directions, depressed refugees, curious sights and sounds, a variety of odd encounters and watchful C-Sec, but the conclusion to this whole trek couldn't even match up to the feelings that Nalryn felt before.

Mass confusion was all that was left of her feelings, with furrowed brows and looking down at her datapad again while the hustle and bustle of the barracks filled the atmosphere. Her eyes curiously scanned the datapad's information again while strangers walked past her, some in a hurry and others relaxed, the noise of which drowned out by her focus and thought, concentrating on the information. The confusion kept rising up in her to the point of wanting to ask anyone the simple question of;

Why in the spirits is she the cook?

Even the frigate's unique SSV Normandy-like shape didn't stand out to her, the impact of such a elegantly built vessel being removed as she kept looking at the datapad. Her eyes would've remained locked to the orange glow of her device if not for a unfortunate shoulder bump into another crew member, whom which she turned on her heels in a quick act of reflex, getting ready to bark at them much like how a drill sergeant would shout at incompetent recruits- but they simply kept walking. Her confusion now was replaced by a gradual rise of anger and frustration, to which to she quickly submitted to, taking off her bag, unzipping it, shoving in the datapad and then zipping it back up so swiftly and filled with anger that the zipper itself could've been pulled off.

Well, if someone had made a severe mistake in placing her on the roster as some sort of food-managing meal-making coward, she would fix that faster then the thrust of FTL travel itself! Nalryn thought to herself while hastily stomping off with much purpose and rage, hoping to find SOMEONE who could explain this entire mishap, all while the anger stayed with such conviction it was as if she was about to emit steam out of sheer rage. Who would have to deal with her next? Whoever had the misfortune of falling into her line of sight.

[User]
Lin was probably the person who stood out the most. At least some of the crewmembers had proper training. They wouldn't get far if they didn't so much as have a helmsman who didn't know his head from his... well you get the idea. Many of the logistics personnel, the Helmsman, and even a few soldiers were actually properly trained for the positions they had been placed in. Not everything was a mess. Just... just most of it. Like the big parts.

She was sitting there on a sofa, as people walked by. It was like a dream, not necessarily a good one but not a nightmare. It just, didn't feel real. All these people moving about... SHE was their Commander? Each and every person in this barracks answered to HER?! A DOCTOR?! Well that wasn't entirely heard of, in many militaries around the Galaxy a Medic of any kind had the final say in just about anything when it came to the wounded they were treating. Not even a General could often overrule the decision of a Medic who said their patients were unfit for duty. But that was a little different from a Doctor giving actual, real orders to soldiers.

Most people didn't seem to question the fact that much of the crew wasn't Human, and that their Commander was an Asari. Perhaps they all took it as a sort of 'all hands on deck' situation and figured, this was just the way it was going to be in the face of a threat like the Reaper. A more diverse crew would be better at convincing others for aid, rather than a crew of just Humans saying "Come save our planet instead of your own". That was the theory anyways, whether it was actually planned out that way was, doubtful to say the least.

Lin looked up and saw the Turian who looked rather displeased with the situation... yeah, she had been seeing that look all day. After all... it was only MOST of the people that didn't question this whole thing.

All the while, Lin just had this blank, emotionless expression, as if she had given up all hope. Not just in the situation, but with life, with reality, with everything.

[Assistant]
Detective Rampage didn't at all mind the fact that he was assigned to become a researcher since he pretty much mastered science anyway. If there was one thing he had to know about science, the one thing he was absolutely sure about without a shadow of a doubt was the fact that science... is... for... NERDS! He was no nerd so obviously science couldn't affect him. Just by coming to this conclusion Detective was sure he knew everything there was to know about science.

Detective hadn't put much thought in where he was going or what this mission was supposed to be, all he knew was that it felt right to do it. His gut instinct was telling him that only good things could come out of this trip and that every little thing in the galaxy had aligned to make this the perfect mission. He took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing a large puff of smoke before loudly opening the automatic door then he spoke with a gravely authoritative voice "Detective Rampage has finally arrived! I'm here to shoot zombies and beat reaper ass!". The crew members in the bridge looked in alarm at the suddenly shouting detective before calming down and resuming to their work. One of them lazily points with one hand to the side "Commander's in the lounge"

Detective threatened the crew member with a finger "You better be telling me the truth, otherwise... I'm coming for you boy." he said to the random guy just trying to help. He roughly stomped towards the direction pointed out to him, looking mean and full of purpose as he opened another door

"Detective Rampage here to serve stone cold justice!"
A crew member taking stock flinched "... This is the medbay."
"Uhhh... Do you know where the lounge is?"
"Just down the hall, it's even labeled. You can't miss it."

Detective nodded in thanks before walking to the door he assumed was the lounge. He saw a door which he was sure was going to lead to the lounge this time but he needed to be sure so he gingerly opened the door. Inside he could see people playing cards and laying on the virtual reality machine. "Is this the lounge?" he said quietly. One of the crew nodded in confirmation. Detective went out of the room, closed the door then immediately burst back in "PRIVATE DETECTIVE MAX RAMPAGE REPORTING FOR DUTY! I'm here to smoke red sand and kick space monster ass... and I'm all outta red sand."

[User]
He had been engrossed in his own data pad the entire ride over but it fell from his loosened grip when they came up on the ship. He was completely dumbfounded to be taken to a ship of this caliber. He had heard enough about Alliance ships to know that his one was in its' own league and he'd be on it!! If it hadn't been for the fact that he had been yanked out of his everyday life and given the military assignment of Medic, perhaps he could fully enjoy it. Instead he scooped up his data pad, stowed it in his rucksack/parts bag, and headed on board the ship; both of his eyes the size of dinner plates.

As he made his way through the various lifts and hallways he found himself in the company of many people. The problem was that he was so engrossed in the level of craftsmanship and technology around him that he stumbled straight into someone. The person might as well have been a brick wall for all the effect Talon had in moving them and he fell to the ground on top of his bag. When he looked up there was an extremely perturbed Turian looming above him. His time apprenticing with Turians allowing him some insight as to the level of disdain she was feeling. He was fairly certain he was about to get the breaks beaten off of him and his only offering was an awkward smile up to her.

"Sorry, Miss…"

He didn't even raise his hands to protect himself. He was so emotionally exhausted he was just going to accept his ass when she handed it to him and go on freaking out about the ship and his apparent position within it.

….Perfect start, Talon…

[Assistant]
Lin let loose a long, deep sigh as she looked around at everyone moving from place to place, packing their things, checking out equipment. A part of her felt like this was some sort of fancy trip she was going on. Maybe they would see some nice places. You know, a vacation. It hadn't fully sunk in that these people around her were preparing for war, that they were soldiers and... uh, other people. It was like they weren't actually about to set off on some suicidal mission.

And that was when someone burst through the door into the lounge screaming their introductions. Oh, as if she didn't have enough of a headache already... She reached up and rubbed her temples, and pulled herself up. "Yes, yes, hello Detective... Max Rampage." Surely that name wasn't real. It sounded like some kind of movie character or something.

Wait, a detective? Why was there a detective on the ship...

"Uhm, Detective. If I may ask, what is your assigned duty aboard the Minotaur?"


[System]
General
Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:

Additional Appearance:
Anik has heterochromia, blue from his Waterbender father and Bronze from his fire nation mother.

Height:
5'1"

Weight:
123 Ibs

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Combat

Element:
Water + Healing

Weapon(s):
A flask of Water for emergencies

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Personal

Personality:
Anik is people pleasing, detailed orientated and is rigid with his organizational habit, yet he has a good sense of humor and takes part in other's jokes and tomfoolery as long as it's harmless and within reason as he likes to think of himself as the voice of reason among any groups he is in. He is also protective and caring for his friends and allies if a little overbearing at times. At times he can get competitive when people challenge him or his ideas as he can be extremely adamant about being right in certain situations.

Skills/Hobbies:
Traditional Hunter and fisher
Excellent non-bending swimmer
Practicing his Waterbending and healing
Cleaning and organizing rooms and places
Taking care of little potted plants
Doing tasks for people who asked him to do it

Background:
Anik was born to his Waterbender father and his Fire Nation mother in Republic City. Anik was a sickly child and often stayed at home for long stretches of times. Anik learned he was a Waterbender at a young age after he bended a glass a water to splash in his father's face. Once his waterbending was learned Anik's father brought him to his homeland of the southern water nation where he was taught the traditional ways of water bending and hunting and fishing and even healing though water bending, this seemed to cured Anik of his sicklyness for the most part. After a year at the southern water nation Anik and his father returned to Republic City to a shocking surprise. Anik had gotten a little Sister while he was gone for the year, Anik quickly grew to love his little sister and soon enough he started to worry greatly for the little girl's safety. It was like this for most of his Childhood him worrying about his little sister and after years of no signs any water bending abilities it seem like his little sister wasn't a bender like him or his father but Anik still loved her greatly. Now that he's reaching adulthood, Anik is looking for a higher calling in life and with the rising tension in Republic City he is starting to question the safety of his Family and it seems like the two things will soon go hand in hand.

[User]
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Kazuki eyed the rather grandeur theater, a sense of distraught plaguing him. During his traverse to the theater, his clothes were prim and proper, tightly holstered all over his body. When he arrived though, everything had mysteriously come loose and lazily draped over him. He was never really one for discomfort, so now he looked like a normal person, unbefitting of what the Avatar should look like.

"Crap." he thought outloud, "I think I'm late."
Kazuki had also gotten a bit lost during the commute, and had to ask a random passerby for directions, who then pointed opposite of where he was actually meant to go. With an embarrassed expression, he bowed and started walking the opposite direction.

Standing infront of the ticket vendor, howling at the people in the hall to buy tickets to the play. Kazuki patted his clothes, and with a raised eyebrow, he actually forgot his 'VIP' pass. With another exasperated sigh he walked up to the rebroadcasting man,

"... Ticket please." he said, now fishing for 25 Yuans in his pocket. As soon as his money was handed in, the man eyed the money, as if he thought it wasn't real. After glancing back and forth towards Kazuki and the Yuans, he handed him a ticket whilst giving him a stink eye, saying

"Enjoy the show."

Man was Kazuki not suited for things like this.

As soon as he entered, he accidentally closed the doors a bit too hastily, the resounding thud making a few heads turn back at him. A bead of sweat flowing down his forehead, he bowed once more,

"Sorry."

The once quiet theater was replaced with some light whispering,

"That guys is so rude."
"Doesn't he look familiar?"
"Is that the Avatar? No way, he would be in the VIP seats."

Unfortunately I forgot to bring my pass, Kazuki thought to himself, slightly embarrassed again and now trying to find an open seat. He eyed an empty seat near the edge, with a woman taking the edge of the row. Fighting himself, he finally lightly tapped her shoulders,

"Uhh, hey, is this seat taken? he whispered, giving her a light, fraught smile.

[Assistant]
???

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A crackle of lightning could be heard from behind the giant cloth screen. Several members of the audience rose from their seats, all adorning masks resembling those used by the Equalists during the First Revolution. As these individuals rose as one, a bolt of lightning burned a whole through the screen, striking the projector in the back of the theater. The room fell under a blanket of darkness. Quiet murmurs among the audience soon grew into panicked cries for help, however, it was no use. The soundproof room had deafened any sound attempting to escape.

The darkness was soon pierced by small balls of fire, lining either side of the front of the theater. Behind each ball of flame was a masked face. Each of these Firebenders stood still, acting as ominous lights. A row of Earthbenders stood in front of the giant screen.

From behind the curtain stepped out a tall, slender woman. She wore a black cape, and a mask that covered her entire face, only leaving small slits for her mouth and eyes. It looked old and worn, and appeared to have been originally fitted for a man. The woman walked with a purpose, and that purpose was to draw all eyes to her. She stopped once in the front of the room, turning to address the entirety of the theater.

"My fellow citizens of Republic City. As you all know, a certain serum has been developed to artificially reproduce bending. This has long been a source of conflict among our city. When on their own, the four elements are strong. When combined, they are unstoppable. The Avatar is a living testament to that fact. For thousands of years, the Avatar has lived hundreds of lives promoting balance, peace, equality. The Avatar simply used their superior abilities to bully others into submission. History has proven that the Avatar simply intervenes when it is fortunate for them. Unfortunately for us non-benders, we now pose a serious threat to the Avatar's sacred 'balance.' Today, I am here to show you all that we need not be afraid of the Avatar anymore, for we have leveled the playing field a bit.

"I believe the Avatar has graciously made himself present today." The woman paused to search the crowd, spotting the Avatar. "Yes, there he is. Avatar Kazuki. Capable of bending all four elements, yes? Previously, the Avatar had been the only one able to accomplish such a feat. As of today, this is no longer the case." The woman demonstrated, throwing a fireball into the air, followed by a wind blast. She bent a puddle of water from a canister on her side, letting it fall before her. The earth quaked as a section of the theater's ground was tossed to the side.

"My brothers, sisters, the Avatar has come to Republic City in order to put a stop to us gaining our equality. Do we not deserve it? Are we lesser beings simply because it is not our birthright to bend? Join me as I lead us into a new age. An age of true equality. The revolution has begun!"

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Rinzen

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Rinzen looked up, noticing a tap on her shoulder. "Huh? Oh, yes- I mean, no. It's not." She pulled her knees up to allow the boy into the seat next to her. The boy had come in several minutes late, and the seat next to her was about the only one available. She returned her attention back to the mover.

Rinzen jumped as the lightning shot through the projection. She sat there, frozen as the mysterious woman revealed herself and began her speech. She watched in awe as the woman demonstrated her capabilities that rivaled the Avatar's own, who was apparently in the theater at the moment. She could hear a mixed response of cheers and boos coming from the crowd around her. Surely, this was not natural. The theater soon erupted in chaos. Rocks, ice, fire, and a whole myriad of other elements were being thrown around the room. Dozens of people ran from the theater in a panic. Rinzen stayed behind. She defended herself from stray rocks as the theater emptied out, eventually leaving less than a dozen others in the room.

The mysterious woman stood at the front, watching the chaos. It was impossible to decipher her emotions, given the mask that she wore. Was she content to just sit and watch as the theater fell into chaos? Perhaps that was her plan, after all. Rinzen rose from her seat in order to leave the theater, and found that it was entirely blocked off by the masked Earthbenders. She was trapped inside, along with several others.

[User]
Jian

"Fuck!"

Jian cursed as the mover was suddenly ended with a bolt of lightning blasting the the screen and into the projector, trying to sink into his seat as things only went from bad to worse. Then some woman appeared, spouting some drivel about equality and whatnot before singling out the Avatar, who was here apparently, and making a show of power by bending all four of the elements right then and there. Well then . . . this couldn't get any worse.

Jian looked around, noting how the masked freaks surrounding them were preventing anyone from leaving, making them a captive audience as it were. As people tried to get out, only to be blocked by some masked earthbenders, he laid low, taking out a syringe filled with red liquid from his pocket. Taking off the protective cap, he slid it slowly into his arm and pressed down on the plunger, taking a breath as he felt a burning pain flow throughout his body, heating him up from the injection point as the serum spread through him. After a few more seconds, it subsided, and he quickly recapped the syringe before putting it away again, rising up with a dangerous look directed towards the woman in charge of all this.

"Sorry lady, but threatening people isn't a good way to get them on your side. Case and point." No sooner had he finished, Jian entered an Earthbending stance, slamming his foot down to lift several rocks up around him before launching a barrage at several of the masked men, each one being cloaked in a veil of flame as they hurtled towards their targets for a rather explosive, but non-lethal, finish. He gave a look at the others in the theater, telling them with his eyes to get moving through the opening he made. More rocks rose up around him as he prepared to launch more flaming rocks at anyone who made a move towards the fleeing civilians. [color=Jian]"Now then, how about we settle this without a bunch of collateral around to get in the way. If you really do care about the people, you wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, right? I'll even give you a chance and ask the Avatar to not get involved. From what I've heard of him, he probably jump at the chance to avoid dealing with someone as bothersome as you."[/color]

While Jian sound confident, anyone who took the time to study him could see that he was shaking ever so slightly, and his breathing was erratic. While putting on a bravado was easy enough, right now he felt that he was digging his grave deeper and deeper with every word. The masked men he'd hit earlier were already getting up by now, more dazed than anything else. As a Pro-bender, he had it engrained into his being to hold back when using his bending against others, and that habit had only gotten stronger after the incident. If these guys were meaning business, than he wouldn't be able to stand a chance on his own, but he wanted to give other people a chance to run if they had the chance. That way, if he got died or was injured terribly, he would have accomplished something to help redeem his worthless self, if only a little bit.

[Assistant]
Chen

The moment the lighting broke through the screen of the mover, Chen let himself drop the the ground and slide under a few chairs. He had spent so much time writing about the chaos in Republic city that this action almost came as instinct to him. Maybe he was over reacting, though. Sighing, he spared himself a glance over the seats around him, cursing as he saw several masked men and women standing up.

Not overreacting.

A woman began to talk, speaking of equality and balance, and Chen quickly noted every word he heard, albeit in his head. If he survived, his article would probably be on the front page of the UDN. While he knew that the situation would only get worse, he couldn't help but feel a slight relish at this fact. All of this soon fled from his mind though, as chaos began to erupt. Huge masses of people began screaming, running for the exits. While normally Chen was void of such emotions, the fear of the crowd around him seemed to seep into his soul.

Emptier and emptier the theater became, and still Chen remained hidden in his place. Part of him was screaming for him to stand and run with the rest, but he wouldn't let himself leave the story behind. He had to see how the scenario was going to play out. The Avatar was here. Would he face off against the Neo equalists and survive? Would he flee from the conflict? Even with the apparent danger he was in, Chen felt anticipation and excitement well up within himself. Slowly, he drew a dagger and placed his hand on his throwing knives. If it came to it, and he was sure it would, he would be ready to fight.


[System]
Appearance: Herold is broad shouldered and thickly muscled, though his body is more trim and wiry than what one might expect from the term "musclebound." His statuesque and powerful form belie his tactical knowledge and quick mind. He walks and thinks like an apex predator when on the move, striding powerfully but taut, as if he could pounce at any moment. He rarely removes his helmet in front of others, but when he does most would think him not unhandsome. Perhaps a bit rugged and rough with the short, tousled brown hair and storm blue eyes. When out of combat gear, he still tends to wear his military grade loose fitting pants and utility belt, albeit with a plain shirt.

Age: 32

Sex: M

Class: Arbitrator
Equipment: (Guns, armor, grenades/etc-If you are not sure or if it's questionable, please send me a PM.)
* Carapace Armor
* Shock Maul
* Combat Shotgun
* Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield
* Autopistol
* Rebreather
* Utility belt
* Frag grenade

Notable Deeds:
* Cartel Bust: Was apart of an Arbitrator Squad that busted down an illegal smuggling operation in the Forge World Ilios, dispatching multiple assailants and capturing the leader's second personally after fighting him in close combat.
* Crime of Abstraction: Was promoted to Sergeant, and sent after one of his comrades who had committed the crime of Abstraction and extortion on the world of Dalheim. Sorkal Nielson, the Arbitrator in question, saw fit to go after innocents who he had perceived as gang members, extorting them of their money to get information from them. Herold found, fought, and defeated Sorkal, taking him in to be tried by the true court of law.
* Xenos Threat: Helped defend Dalheim from a small Ork incursion that had been manipulated into attacking by the Eldar. Received a large scar along the left side of the face and nearly losing an eye after one particular struggle with an greenskinned Xeno. He was tasked with keeping Order with the citizenry as the PDF forces went to fight the Xenos, but some made it into the city and was confronted by Herold. He slew four. He witnessed an Eldar in the slums of the city and reported it, helping the Governor's administration to find information that put two and two together to show the threat was devised by the ancient Xenos.
* Heretic Slaying: Assigned to the planet Sovereign due to reports of cultists. Herold has 17 confirmed cultist kills and 6 confirmed arrests since his time arriving planetside. Half of them occurring during his investigations when he found a cultist meeting place below a Warehouse for Imperial armor parts, surprising them with a grenade, proceeding to two to death, before making a tactical retreat and gunning multiple cultists down as they attempted to escape through the only unblocked exit.

[User]
'God damned braindead moron...' Vala thought as Adrianne stormed outside in the loudest and most showly manner possible. That woman was a complete pest... believing herself to be indestructible just cause she wielded parts of the warp. That just made her even more of an annoyance really, besides there was just as good chance she'd make a mistake on day and self destruct, a feat that Vala would actually pay to see.

 Without losing any more time, Vala rushed to the 'opened' door and took a look outside only to witness even more of the psyker's nonsense. Now she was sure. SOMEONE HAD TO BEAT THIS MORON SENSLESS TO BRING SOME LOGIC AND THOUGHTS INTO HER BLOODY EMPTY HEAD! For now the mercenary took a position by the door on the inside, making herself easily able to look and shoot outside while using the wall for cover. She knew they'd have support from the above which basically meant they didn't really have to bother with this fight as much, but she didn't want a single mistake to be her end...

[Assistant]
Herold ignored the fact Solares gave a thumbs up to Angsar and not him, despite having the same weapon. It was the Trooper's idea after all. Being an Arbites was nothing if not a thankless job, and it seemed he'd need to perform that job again just now. Armed Civilians were the most basic thing he needed to handle on a planet, and he had dealt with such problems many times before.

The Arbites watched as Adrianne kicked the Cargo doors open, and knew she had to have used some of her Psyker abilities to help, which helped him see the use of using such energy. Still, her semi-heretical powers and obvious lunacy had him nearly wanting to aim at her back just as much as the crowd of rioters. He decided against it though, not wishing to harm an ally of the Imperial Inquisition.

Briefly, he overviewed the tactical layout of where they were. The Trooper had gone up top, and the two women were down below with him. With the Grenade Launcher above, and both ground companions having formidable weapons, and one was clearly a competent Psyker, he doubted that there would be many civilian's left if Herold's companions open fired. So he decided to strap the Grenade Launcher to his back and retrieve his Shock Maul and Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield. He would take out any rioters that made it close, while simultaneously being near impervious to the wild, panicked shots that would soon follow when this crowd lost control of themselves.

His face grim and hard set, the Arbites planted himself to the right of the Psyker, shield and Maul hefted. "Cease and desist citizens." He said, his gravelly voice as intimidating as his visage.

[User]
The loud crack of the two warehouse doors being kicked open drew the rioter's attention away from the Rhino they were trying to break into and onto the man and woman that now appeared before them. It was clear that they were quite well armed and one of them even appeared to be a psyker. There was a short moment of discontent among the mob once both Adrianne and Herold had issued their warnings, but men are not easily swayed from a goal they believe in, or what they are told is a righteous cause.

One of the rioters yelled out in defiance to both of them, mocking their foolishness to follow the false emperor. "We have been gifted the strength to fight against the heretics of the false emperor, not even your guardsmen posed a threat to us. You two are the ones that should be laying down your weapons and handing yourself over to us. Our new Emperor will welcome you with open arms, he shall lead us through the stars on a glorious conquest to wipe out all those unworthy. Give in to chaos and be reborn anew!" Something pushed back against Adrainnes own powers, an uncomfortable wave of energy and presence that made all besides the rioters feel disturbed.

On top of the warehouse where both Solares and Ansgar were observing the rioters below, a low rumble could be heard. Solares glanced over at Ansgar and nodded her head at him once, "I've heard enough of this heresy." Stepping forward and off of the top of the warehouse, she used her jump-pack to slam herself into the ground feet first, creating a shockwave and a large cloud of debris that formed around the area. She had aimed to land on top of the most condensed area of the rioters, resulting in a grotesque shower of viscera and a cloud of crimson mist. There was no time to waste, as soon as she hit the ground, Solares had opened fire with both of her heavily modified auto pistols.

If anyone could have seen Solares's facial expression under her helmet, they would have seen joy mixed with the fury she unleashed upon the heretics around her. Through the clouds of smoke, bright flashes of light could be seen as loud gunfire echoed through the streets.

"Engage at will!" Celestian Andromedai yelled into her microphone over the pandemonium that erupted outside of the warehouse. She quickly made her way into the street and opened fire upon the rioters, it was clear though that these were the cultists they were looking for. Aiming down her sight, the heavily modified bolter that she used fired over and over again, hitting her targets dead center or in a critical area.

"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks." Celestian Andromedai was concerned about a repeat of what happened with Adrianne in a museum upon a pleasure world many years ago. The thoughts of that day had stayed with her, teaching her many valuable lessons.

[Assistant]
"Psyker Adrainne, do not use any area of effect abilities that could put us in danger, be wise with your attacks."

"Ohhh, I WILL CHOOSE MY ATTACKS WISELY ALRIGHT?! ... "

*BANG**BANG**BANG*
*CRACK-A-BOOM*
*BAM*

"Right... "

For a moment, Adrianne had taken a step forward, extending her hand as she prepared to unleash her own powers. However, that was a course of action she had promptly left on pause as she was left to watch the carnage that was unfolding directly in front of her.

As it would turn out, unarmored and 'mere' normal humans clustered together in a tight mob in a completely open area were NOT very resistant to high-powered military grade weapons, bolters and grenades. This was a fact that was made abundantly clear as Adrianne stared forward in front of her and Herold, as the heretics in front of them were torn apart in a sudden flurry of shots coming from the rest of the group.

What had been a mob had been quickly turned into a pile of bodies, the luxurious paintjob of the Rhino covered in blood and dents!

Adrianne merely watched as some of the cultists tried to fire frantically back, before they got gunned down; the only apparent survivors seeming to be the ones who had bolted it immediately, and were running desperately away!

"I don't think you're needed here... " Adrianne whispered to Herold after she leaned sideways in towards the Arbites, all the while making an offhand finger-pistol gesture towards one of the heretical stragglers, just before his head was suddenly vaporized by an off-camera shot from Andromedai's new rifle!

" ... unless you are going to arrest the dead, that is."

[User]
The moment Solares touched down, Ansgar knew where the safe areas to fire were. Mainly, those trying to so rudely steal their vehicle transportation. Hefting the grenade launcher, he used the short pump on the launcher, one more reason the thing was not a model he was used to, and proceeded to send several fragmentation grenades hurtling through the air, slamming in a neat cluster around the Rhino. Frag wouldn't damage the vehicle, but the heretics that just so happened to be surrounding it? The limbs and blood flying about, coupled with the rather potent shock and awe approach that Solares took in jump packing in, and hosing down everyone in front of her with automatic fire, seemed to clean things up rather nicely. But he still arced grenades high to hit the heretics trying to flee, shattering any intent that they might dare have to approach. If there was one thing that a Krieger knew, it was putting effective fire on a target. Just because an enemy started running did not mean they would keep running. However, as he sent the last of the current load of grenades into the enemy forces, the ones that wouldn't subject the others on the ground to undue shrapnel hazard, two things concerned him.

One, despite the psyker not using her powers, there was a strange feel in the air. Something had come with the cultists, and he scowled under his helmet despite the premature comments that Adrianne was no doubt making to the Arbites. Two, it wasn't going away despite the general running away from the sudden alpha strike of munitions, armored Sister, and more munitions. As such, he quietly reloaded his launcher with Krak rounds, scanning for anything out of the ordinary and, most certainly of all, not relaxing at all. "This is not done yet, ma'am. That oppressive air, something is still here, or coming through. Psyker, can you...never mind, it will happen either way..." Ansgar was speaking from years of experience during the campaigns that preceeded his arrival into Inquisitorial service. That feeling in the air always foreshadowed either a direct daemonic incursion or a sudden explosion of raw warp powers. Neither of which were terribly good things. Considering cultists were openly attacking an armory? It could very well be an actual daemon coming through from the Warp just to make their lives difficult. And as such, the krak grenades. Frag tended to not do too much to the warp infused flesh of a daemon, but a round designed to bust tanks? Not perfect, but it sufficed more often than not. He might ask the sisters later about sanctifying some rounds for him. That had worked for the Grey Knights, their fancy equipment, at any rate...

[Assistant]
The Abrites' expression went from Grim to Grimdark when the rioters expressed their belief that the emperor was a false one. "Cultists, then," he spat. So angry was he that he hardly backed off when he felt a strange pressure emanating from the crowd. It must have been psychic energy. Somehow, he doubted it was the same energy that this woman could wield. It felt...sourced there. He gritted through his paranoia and stood resolute.

It seemed he was not needed much other than the intimidation factor, which he was used to, granted. Explosions and bullets ripped through most of the rioters, igniting their flesh and sending crimson mist spewing outwards. They screamed and begged for their heathen gods to save them. Of course, there was no answer.

When Adrianne said he wasn't needed, he shrugged. "My job is to enforce the law. When it enforces itself..." His voice trailed off as one of the cultists broke free, flailing wildly as he tried to run. So mad was the cultist that he hardly noticed who he tried to attack next. Unfortunately for him, it was Herold. The Arbites merely shoved his shield forward, not only intercepting a club, but knocking the assailant back. His shockmaul swiped, breaking both of the man's legs before he even hit the ground.

The cultists spasmed, blood pooling around his legs, eyes, and ears. Herold stepped forward, and caved in his skull. There would be no mercy for the enemies of the Imperium.


[System]
23 years of age, Male
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History
 Niall has appeared a few years ago out of seemingly thin air. As the land fell into dark times and people were needed to step up, he took up arms and oaths to fulfill and set out through the land as a Vagrant Knight, with no real titles or possession safe on his person. He would travel to land to help villagers and people in need and quickly made sort of a name for himself as a wandering, local folk hero of some sort. No one could ever see his face for two reason; he almost exclusively traveled and did his work at night and he also almost never removed his helmet. This is what earned him his nickname; The Owl Knight.

Anything else

 Niall was raised by benevolent but secretive Tuathas. They did not tell him much of how he came under their care but he believes, from what he heard, that they found him lost and alone in the woods during a stormy night. His parents may have been set upon or abandoned him, it isn't known. They raised him to value pacifism and to resort to violence as a last resort. They taught him about his people and what he was and the History of this land, and of course - they taught him to fight. Not because they believed in it, but because they knew that he was a Human and could not stay on Mount Sliabh indefinitely. Not being able, or wanting, to alter his direct body with enchantments, the Tuathas created a familiar for Niall. An Owl, Gwdihw, a magical creation that had fey properties and was linked directly to Niall through a powerful magical link. It was like an extension of his person, and grants him certain abilities. They also gifted him with his signature helmet and the Lance he uses in combat, The Eye of Night.

Abilities

Niall is a gifted fighter in general, but what sets him apart is his training and magical abilities gained through his time with the Tuathas. Niall attack most often from the Dark, taking his targets at a disadvantage, and strike with extreme speed and precision.

Gwdihw, his pet owl familiar who can always be found near Niall. Through it, Niall is gifted multiple magical and fantastical abilities that aid him in his quest.

 Owl Accuracy: Niall is gifted with augmented visual prowess. He can see in the night like a predatory bird, and in the day or
 night he can strike with extreme precision and at high speed.

 The Eye of Night: The Owl Knight can bring forth from his lance a magic that would resemble some sort of mist, albeit very
 dark, that would stretch over a certain area and simulate a moonless night.

 Wind Magic: The ability that is the centerpiece of Niall's combat style, and used in conjecture with the others. He can use
 Wind Magic to to grant himself greater speed and jump higher and further. His enemies could easily think he can levitate or fly, but
 they would be wrong.

[User]
Luna sneared. Too many were dying. Her plan, whatever it may have been, had obviously failed. Well, the saying was "Plans don't live past first contact with the enemy". And then... There was this presence in her mind. A voice. She gripped her weapon before taking a small breath. No, she needed to keep her head. "Men! Hold these six off, use them as shields against their arrows. Kill them and none of you die." That was a command. Luna stabbed at the closest bandit to her before pulling the blade out and heading towards where the enemy reinforcements were coming from. "I'll win, on my terms."

The Knightess passed the, unbeknownst to her, sole surviving soldier from Niall's squad and run towards the biggest group of bandits coming at her. There were no other allied targets in the way now so she could go all out. "Watch as my sword of light tears you asunder!" Luna exclaimed as she charged at the bandits. She sheathed her sword and in her hands, appeared a large sword of light. It looked to be about as tall as she was and rather thick. Despite that, she seemed to wield it with ease. Her blade swung forward as she were closing into the group and she swung it in a confident attempt to bisect as many as she could. She couldn't keep this weapon up for too long, but she should be able to keep it up long enough without exhausting herself too much.

[Assistant]
"Ah?!"

This cursed magical energy.. .there was no doubt in Fio's mind. This was a Fomorian! Turning on her heel, she sprang back, off of her vantage point and onto a platform she had formed in the air using a barrier, the spell she'd been casting cancelling. The enormous sword dissipated, fading away into blue motes of light that drifted skyward.

This must have been the Fomorian mentioned in Sir Niall's report...!

"I haven't the slightest interest in allowing you to handle this sword," replied the Sword Witch flatly. She couldn't provide further support like this, but at the very least she'd managed to take the Fomorian's attention.

As frustrating as it was, this was also an opportunity.

"However, I'm happy to demonstrate my capabilities, Fomorian, since you've given me such ugly practice targets."

The monstrous, abominable things that emerged from the darkness, twisted and warped mockeries of life that could only be the experiments the Fomorian girl had created. Awful. Completely and utterly awful. She would be doing them, and the world, a favor.

"Cutting them to pieces can only be an improvement! Sura, Luna Orbit!"

A single command, for a specific configuration of blades. Ejecting themselves from a circle in the air behind her, the blue phantom swords began to circle around the small witch's body, at first somewhat slowly and then far faster. Rather then a simple barrier, it was offense as well. The abominations weren't likely to care about pain, but they certainly would struggle to attack if they had their limbs sawed through, especially given her position in the air.

Of course, only an idiot would leave it there.

"Five phantom swords. Now."

They materialized from circles in an arc over her head, each one pointing at one of the abominations before rocketing towards them.

It was a test, but ideally it would also at least keep them from moving swiftly as she picked her next course of action.

[User]
As the wyvern lunched towards him, the Frozen Knight dodged to the wyvern's blinded side. This foe might not be as strong as that large black wyvern, but it'd still require some strategy. It had already proven quite dangerous and quite resilient, and there were still two more of these beast to worry about.

Ethelred recalled the words of Elias back when they were traveling.

Sigurd the Dragonslayer; my great, great, great, great Grandfather– discovered and employed a great many methods on his hunts. He'd use anything from siege weapons, to traps, even poison… But what he found to be the most effective strategy; particularly on wyverns, was breaking their wings.

A Dragon suddenly deprived of something it's instinctually used its entire life; no matter how wise, or cruel, or crafty it may be…quickly loses sight of this, and becomes little more than just another beast to be slain.

There was no time like the present to put this to the test, and what better way to pay respects to Elias than by trusting in his ancestor's wisdom? The next moment the wyvern's wings would beat downward, he'd aim his lance and thrust it squarely at its elbow. Ethelred was placing considerable trust in Elias' words by performing this attack, but it was the least he could do to honor his fallen companion.

"Elnith!" Ethelred shouted. "Go find your armor! I'll keep this one occupied!" Seeing the black veins appear on her, and hearing her ask him to stop her were both grim reminder that Elnith's curse was much more dire than his own. Ethelred's curse merely affected his physical form, but Elnith's curse assailed her mind. In her weakened condition, she might struggle to hold back whatever dark impulses her malediction brought down upon her, and Ethelred didn't want to risk Elnith's sanity in the fight.

[Assistant]
Niall had wanted to finish this quickly, but things were not at all as planned. He had a quick thought to the others, who more than likely also had a kink in their own part of the plan. Now - Niall's assault was working well. At least for a time. With this assault and the first one, Annagan had cuts and wounds all over but still refused to either die or back down. This was getting quite frustrating.

What more, the beast of a man managed to block Niall's hit and throw the knight off balance, literally throwing him outside of his Eye of Night. The Owl Knight was still in the air when Annagan came rushing out after him, his hammer at the ready. A quick thinker, the agile Niall thrusted the lance into the ground to stop himself in the fraction of a second and used his momentum to transform his lance into a makeshift catapult. Annagan had thrown Niall away with such force that the lance wooden shaft bended with he built of momentum when Niall thrusted it down and, when it released, sent the knight just as fast towards the bandit.

Nothing stopped Niall from having other weapons than his signature Lance, and so with one curved dagger mimicking the talon of a bird of prey, Niall aimed at the man's throat coming at him just as fast if not more than when he had been thrown away. His aim was to slash Annagan's throat and continue pass him, surprising the bandit with a move he didn't expect and ending the fight with a clean mortal wound.


[System]
Alias: The Red Eyed Swordsman, yes swordsMAN. This is due to the fact that her current first name Musashi is mostly used for males, causing people to assume she's male and this title was given to her before her bounty poster came up, but no one bothered to correct it.

Age: 18

Position: Swordsman/Quartermaster as while she is primarily a Swordsman, she hates feeling useless outside the battlefield so she uses her higher education as a former World Noble to take care of finance and cut up whoever is getting too greedy.

Bounty: 10,000,000

Appearance:

Personality: Musashi tends to be a level headed figure inside and outside of battle and tends to be quite snarky, due to years of being in battle and years of travel tends to treat dangerous situations quite causally often joking about the weird and dangerous situations that she finds herself in. That being said she has a complete disregard for the law, either due to her World Noble birthright or just flat out hating the world government, she is moral in the fact that she won't kill or harm innocents, but just tends to break the law when she feels like it, meaning she'll nick all your stuff if she has the chance. She tends to have a taste for expensive objects, fortunately for the crew she is rather fair as the Quartermaster though rather stingy, giving everyone just enough for what they need and nothing more including herself. Though this causes her to fulfill her tastes illegally, which causes her trouble fairly often. She is rather competitive and a sore loser, though she doesn't use dirty tricks and is rather fair, especially in battle. She doesn't give up on a fight and refuses to stay down.

Background: Musashi was born into Mariejois as Aria. At first she was the classic example of a World Noble being selfish and vain, until the age of 8 were her father got her a slave, a former cabin girl of the Red Blades Pirates who was about 2 years older than her. Of course the two immediately got off on the wrong foot, but after a year got to know each other. The Girl taught her about the life outside and the vast seas and her dreams of becoming the great pirate and living free as the wind. This girl was the first friend she had and she decided to do her first selfless act for the girl. When her father decided to go to Sabaody she convinced him to take her and her friend with her and once her father was properly distracted, she snuck off with her friend and set her free, she never saw her friend again, but she heard stories of a fearsome female pirate captain a seveal years after this event. Of course after she was gone the other members of her family scolded her for wasting what to them was a tool. This was the first time she realized that the world she was living in wasn't as bright as she once thought, after that to her the life she was living in was just a velvet lined prison. She wanted to be free she wanted to see that life, so she came up with a plan. An year had passed and she managed to grab the master key to the slave collar and freed the slaves hoping to travel with one of them in a pirate crew, however, contrary to the naive girl's beliefs the pirates weren't as nice as her friend has been and used her as a hostage and took her prisoner. They managed to steal a ship, but someone had snuck aboard their ship before they stole it. This man was Miyamoto D. Musashi, who was hiding in the cargo hold where Aria was being kept. They spent most of the time talking with each other, Aria explaining where she came from and Musashi explaining that he had came from Wano, to become the world's greatest swordsman. They continued for hours as to Aria, his company was the only thing keeping her from crying out in fear, however, voices began scream out from the upper deck, both of them not knowing why until the entire top deck was torn apart by one of the biggest sea kings in recorded history which drawfed the small trading ship that they were on. Aria grabbed a dagger that fell from the snake like sea king, no doubt from one of the pirates that the Goliath had eaten up and tried to defend herself, but what was a dagger going to do against a beast such as that, the beast lunged at her she closed her eyes waiting for what's to come, but it never did. When she opened her eyes the beast was split into two right down the middle with Musashi drawn his blade. While this was impressive this also caused the beast's dead to fall on the ship causing it to sink and both of them to become shipwrecked and washed up shore on some island she didn't know the name of. After that they started traveling together, with Musashi teaching her swordsmanship. They traveled for 3 years this is when she truly saw what the World Government was like, but what cemented her hate for the world government, was also end with the death of Musashi. It all started with a corrupt marine who challenged him to a battle of swordsmen, however, he had one of his subordinates take her hostage and when the duel was about to start he revealed to her master that he had taken Aria hostage. This shocked her master who turned his back on the Marine and threw a blade at the subordinate allowing her to escape, however, this left an opening to the marine's blade striking across the back and killing her master. She returned to find that they haven't given her master the courtesy to bury his body, just taking his swords from him. She and the villagers from the nearby town managed to bury her master. There she spent several hours carving a wooden from an oar using the dagger she has kept from the time that they had met, which she left the wooden as the grave marker, there she promised him that she'd take on his name, as she didn't like her own due to what she had seen and become the greatest swordsman.

Abilities:
Swordsmanship: Musashi while not a master swordsman is quite good with a sword and is currently about the level Zoro was at the beginning of story. She tends to use a dual sword style, though the style tends to be all over the place at times due to being a style she made herself in battle, though the basics were her master's and he didn't have time to pass on the more advanced techniques to her before he died.

Physical strength, speed, and reaction speed: She built up quite a bit of each being easily able pick up and throw a grown man. She also has the reaction and speed to deflect a bullet with her sword.

Endurance: She able to take a lot of punishment and able to get back up for more due to her personality and her promise to her master.

Free running: She picked up this skill from her various dine and dashes. She is able to get to jump around and use the area around her to get to places.

Hand to hand: She can fight without her blades, but this is more or less a final resort, so she's more or less just mediocre, good enough to deal with mooks not enough to take out the villain of the week with it.

Higher education: As a former World Noble she had access to higher education and learned skills such as math which allows her to calculate most of the crew's spending and how to spend their money.

Pickpocketing: She always had sticky fingers and after years of practice she got quite good at it.

Weapons:
Two katanas: A round disk guard, a black sheath, and a black pommel, they are more or less just regular old Katanas you can find anywhere. She just bought them from a random store in the West blue and that's about it with them, they don't have a grade or any sort of interesting backstory.

Dagger: A dagger that she gained when she decided to escape from the Noble life, otherwise just a plain dagger. Double edged, wooden handle and a sliver cross guard.

Techniques:
I'll reveal them as they go, though currently she can't cut though steel, nor use Haki, nor can she do attacks like Rankyaku.

Two Sword style:
Desert Storm: She starts off low to the ground before spinning and rising upwards while slashing sending several foes flying.

Trade Winds: Meant to deal with a group of enemies, she slashes person to person and uses the momentum from her swing to flow between them.

Vortex Strike: She slash in an crop pattern leaving two gashes on the surface on a target before stabbing though the middle.

One sword strike:

Iaido: Eagle Strike: She puts her blade back in her sheath before drawing it and slashing down the foe.

Iaido: Eagle Flight: An offshoot of Eagle Strike, but focused more on taking out groups of enemies then one target.

[User]
Kyy looked at Rainer as he carried him. "Thanks... You seemed surprised that i couldn't swim. I'll... explain when we're back on board." He rested a bit and let the fishman get him on the boat. "Do you know what a devil fruit is? They're special fruits that grant powers when eaten. But they come at a cost. Anyone who eats one lises their ability to swim, and basically sinks like a log. My fruit gives me time manipulation. I believe our explosive friend has one too."

Saki smirked and crawled over the rope to the pirate ship. She spotted the spearman and another talking and kept hidden, climbing into an empty barrel to hitch a ride.

[Assistant]
Rainer listened carefully to Kyys explanation of devil fruits as he continued to climb up the ship with Kyy on his shoulders. "I guess that explains some things." Rainer responded as he remembered the incident with Janet not being able to swim and her explosions. "But damn thats insane, not being able to swim." He said as they reached the top of the ship, Rainer gently laying Kyy down onto the ground against the railing.

Rainer looked over the ship to see if the veteran had caught up to them only to not see the man off the side of the boat. "What the?" It was then that he saw a stream of bubbles reach the surface of the water. Realization hit him and he immediately jumped back into the water leaving Kyy alone. Rainer swiftly dived towards the old man and grabbed him around the waste, easily carrying him thanks to his enhanced strength. Once reaching the surface he began to drag the unconscious man back to the ship, trying to keep the mans head above water. "I feel like I'm just a lifeguard at this point." Rainer said with a sigh.

[User]
Janet
"Nothing," Janet tapped away the dust off her forearms. "That red eyed girl dragged me here on her own accord." She snorted, letting off a glare at Musashi.

It was that white haired girl who sent her into an less favourable ground of battle. After all, she wasn't so good at close combat, and had wasted a good spear for a skirmish.

With a smothering fireball on the heels, Janet leapt up, landing on the ship deck with fair grace. Retying her red scarf, she asked, "The marines are retreating?"

[Assistant]
"Well, you're welcome."

Musashi smirked as the she jumped up onto the deck. As the alarms raised up signaling the Marines to jump ship and escape. Musashi answered Janet's question.

"No, that's the sign of getting the hell out of here!"

A Marine ship was more sturdy than a regular ship, as it had sea prism coating to support it and as such was far more expensive than a regular ship, not as much as a ship made from Adam wood, but worth more than what the average person could afford. If they were going to abandon ship crazy shit was going to start.

"We need to unchain the ships and get away ourselves."

With that Musashi ran towards the towing chains and motioning the two to follow, they had a job to finish.

[User]
@Shiyonichi
"Well. Yes." Abbygail said, surprised at how obvious the answer was to Boomer's question. "People tend to do that when the boats are going down, even Fishmen." She scratched her chin. "Though, I guess when they do it, it's at a more leisurely pace. They aren't as uptight over being in the sea without a boat than most. Just nature's way of things, I guess." She paused to look at Musashi, who spoke and then hurried upwards. Abbygail was quick to follow after her.

After climbing out of another hole, this one to the surface of the boat. She opened her mouth to say more, but paused when she noticed Red-eyes taking off. "Suppose I'll get the other one, then?" She began to move but paused to turn her attention back to the apparent youngest member of the crew. "Hey, Boomer. Do you need a lift? This ship's going to go down, and there won't be any cables to scurry across."

Once Janet's answer was made known, Abbygail rushed forwards, reaching the end of the marine's ship just about the same time Musashi did, and destroyed the tether that was holding the two boats together.

Lion
The old man, in his limp state, didn't do much to resist Rainer's rescuing him. In fact, being so far away from conscious it would take a few hours before he came back didn't help matters much. Also, the fact that with the old man's powers deactivated, he had reverted to his former, wrinkly self, made carrying him through the waters pretty easy.

On her way back to the ship, ABbygail noticed two figures moving in the water. At first she thought they were a couple of large sea creatures searching for something to eat, but after a moment she realized it was in fact Rainer, pulling an elderly looking marine though the water. Without waiting for an explanation she quickly swooped down, grabbed Rainer's arm and took him back up towards the deck of the boat they were supposed to be on.

"Don't forget to restrain him." She said, patting the man on the back. "He looks harmless now, but marines are." She paused for the right word. "They're crazy, and they get worst the longer they're marines."

@Noodles@Shiyonichi@Crimson Lion
"Jesus!" A confused voice called from the doorway that led to the lower level's of the Boat. "What happened here?" Mark covered his eyes from the sun as he moved up to get a better view of the carnage. "What happened with the marine ship?" Behind him, Tim stood watching, arms crossed and face pale. "We take a nap for a few hours and our tow gets sunk?"

[Assistant]
Janet found that fact rather odd, she'd thought they would fight to the very last man. Perhaps the battle at the Frozen Saint have given her the wrong idea of a battle. Now to think about it, the marines don't look alike, not like those giants. "No thanks," Janet kicked off a small explosion around her heels, getting back to the pirate ship in one leap of her Burst Steps.

She glared at a familiar face emerging from the ship deck, those two people who apparently tried to sell them out. "Damned traitors, Spear Barrage," A bundle of spears flashed out from the backpack, sending it to the marine ship without hesitation. The bright morning sun casted shadows over the Marine Ship, with the full intention of seeing that Marine Ship sink to the sea bed, now that it has been severed from the pirate ship..


[System]
Age: 45
Race: Human
Description:

He stands at 6'2", a tower of years of built up muscle. He wears a dark earthen blue tunic over a white linen three button pullover shirt. He wears a pair of black shorts(under his pants) and a pair of dark gray hosen(medieval style pants). He'll wear a chain mail shirt and these pauldrons

additionally he'll wear leather knee and shin armor.
He wears a small gray hood and a bear fur cloak.

Weapons: He wields a large crude looking war hammer and a falchion. Additionally, he has one small crude throwing axe.

Biography: Hugh was once part of a great order of paladins. They had much land and ruled with wisdom. Their lands were prosperous and fertile. Many were jealous of their lands, but no one had the courage enough to take on the great and Noble order. Their paladins were fierce and formidable fighters. They all stood higher than 6' and were towers of muscle. They were truly terrifying men. But they were brought down under scandal. Fabricated accusations about them stealing their riches and enslaving other groups of people for labor. The scandals kept growing until they were set upon by every surrounding nation. They stood no chance. Many were killed, only a few escaped.

They have been long since forgotten, after being hunted for almost two decades, and killed off, until it was concluded that they were finally extinct. Hugh hid among tribes of barbarians to survive. The tribe was good to him, making him one of their own. He had built a life of simplicity. Some warring between other tribes would often end with them being brutalized and then integrated. Hugh had found the love of his life among one of the taken tribes. He had a few sons and lived very happily, until they were set upon by a purge of the "savages".

Hugh's tribe was wiped out and he was orphaned once again. He had brutally killed all the "civilized" army he could, but it was too late. His tribe was all gone, along with his family.

He became a wanderer, and left to find life as a mercenary.

Demeanor/Attitude: Neutral Good. He mixes the bearing of a barbarian and a paladin. He fights like a barbarian and a demon, but talks and has the manners of a paladin.

Other: I'll add stuff as we go on.

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Hugh was happy to see Sana had a similar reaction as himself had to Ellis, when she came up to him. Hugh felt her hand rest on his shoulder and he brought his up to meet it, giving her hand an affectionate and gentle squeeze. His hands were of course rough and scratched, badly affected from the fighting. He looked at her, and gave her an understanding look as she gave him the question of What the fuck is wrong with these people?

"Understood." Came his response on how she knew Das. He didn't seem like a very forgettable at all, so he wasn't all to concerned. He felt the warmth of her touch as she answered his question on when to leave and looked at his hands, saying how they needed the rest and the recuperation. Hugh felt himself in agreement. There was no argument to be had, they were all beaten up pretty bad. They weren't in a hurry, either, so rest was their primary concern.

Hugh took a hold of his fur as Sana tossed it to him, in quite the hurry to get changed out of her wet leather clothes. The thought of her naked was definitely playing at his mind, as he settled for the courteous answer, simply turning and holding up the fur, with his arms outstretched. He was facing the group, and he blocked anyone else from seeing beyond the fur. He wing span was certainly long enough. "I would rather your naked parades be for my eyes." He gave a flirtatious smile, as he turned away.

Ellyn had suddenly appeared and sprang a question on her. "Ellyn, you'll have to wait. She's quite busy." He said, adding, "She's changing into some dry clothes at the moment." Hugh looked to Ellis, "Ellis, go over to the rest of the group. Maybe you could compare sizes with the newcomer."

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Sana rolled her eyes slightly at Das. "No more than you prancing around naked."

She laughed slightly as Hugh turned away but still shields her from the rest of the group. "For your eyes and yet you won't look?" she teased lightly before looking over to Ellyn and sighing slightly. "No, it's okay Hugh, Ellyn can stay," she said giving Ellyn a slight wink. Unwrapping her clothing she handed it over to Ellny to hold as she undressed. "I'm okay, it has just been a long day," she said as she stripped out of her clothing, tossing each piece over Hughs shoulder as she did. Figuring if he wasn't going to look she could still tease him with the thought.

Taking a piece of clothing at a time from Ellyn, she began to dress. The clothing itself was vastly different than what she had been wearing. It was soft and supple like her other leathers but the style was not meant for an archer that was clear. Fitted leather leggings hugged her skin and rested on her hips, held in place by thick woven fabrics decorated with iron rings and fringe. Her shirt, if it could be called that, was a tank of leather combined into a chest bodice with thin straps and small coins that hung from beneath her breasts. It was the clothing of her people. She truly looked like a gypsy of the sands now as she stood there in the moonlight.

Looking down at it once it was on she sighed, she had not worn it in aged but Ellyn was currently wearing her only other change of shorts. Peeking a brow, she had an idea. "Ellyn, come with me," she said as she took Ellyns hand before stepping in front of Hugh so he could see her. "I have an idea," she said to Ellyn as she looked at Hugh. A mischievous grin coming to her lips.

Pulling Ellyn away from the group with her pack on hand she rummaged through it and pulled out an old scroll. "It's not a bard song but fitting right now. You take the high, I'll take the low. Your music, my dance," she said as she smiled and explained her gypsy past. That she could sing and dance but the magic of the bard never came to her as the rest of her people. "With everything we have been through the group could use some entertainment. Would you? With me?" Sana asked kindly to the songstress. Someone She was beginning to think of as a dear friend.

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Ellyn looked down in disappointment when Hugh said Sana was busy, but perked up when she said that Ellyn could stay. She held Sana's clothes and even winked back at her, she eventually took a piece of the clothing Ellyn was holding now and then until Ellyn's hands were empty.

'Oh! wow!' Ellyn gasped, Sana looked BEAUTIFUL, truly beautiful in all her gypsy gear. Wishing she could have a fashion sense like Sana does she nodded in approval, being dragged off while her hand was gripped by Sana herself lightly. She looked to see what Sana was rummaging through and looked in confusion as she pulled out a scroll, but once Sana explained everything about her gypsy life and about the scroll itself Ellyn finally nodded.

'Ok… lets do it!' Ellyn smirked and giggled as she ran off to where she originally sat and grabbed her harp from the floor before running back to Sana giggling... She knew this was possibly her last time performing with this harp since it was all cracked but she wanted to make it count as that is what matters. 'I'm ready!!!' she shouted as she giggled as she shown a big grin on her face, she seemed to be more comfortable now and felt much calmer then she was when she was with Artos, now that was an intense moment for the bard.

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The talks with the city officials had gone as expected; with several town guardsman killed in the line of duty and the mercantile distributing of possessed goods now made aware, the local patrols would be likely increase following an eventual curfew to be set in place. With the Inquisitor's reports and testimonies concerning the recent events having reached the largest of ears, Sergei's righteous and influencing grips had begun to squeeze around the city, narrowing the wiggle room around these supposed demon summons had been tunneling through for so long until their operations flat-line. As much it appeared appealing to him, this only created a restriction in their movement, at least it would seem.

Aside from the facts presented to him, he really had no leads, no real motives to identify and exploit. Nothing. The best he could do was to maintain order and minimizing any further damage. It was not the best course of action he would like to take but it was the only one...Perhaps it was the right one to avoid any more casualties. He was always the bearer of bad news and he was used to it; but that doesn't mean it wouldn't leave any moral scars.

Sergei left the guardsman headquarters feeling rather drowsy and fatigued from such a long and unfortunately eventful day. Age had hardly slowed down his righteous zealotry infused willpower that kept him running and determined to continuing pushing forward. But even he had physical limitations eventually he would need to submit to. Alone in the waning darkness of early morning, Sergei made his way back to the monastery to finally recuperate. The monetary itself was located conveniently near the center of the city so it was not too far away from where he was. However even given the distance it would still take time nonetheless.

The journey back to the monastery was pleasantly tranquil without the constant bustling of common intrigue and economic enterprising. With no civilian congestion in the way, Sergei had a path to which he could move at his own pace with. If there was at least once thing that could create a bothersome disturbance, it would be the local homeless eyeing everyone that comes by, sometimes approaching with the ill-est of intentions. Few times has Sergei encountered a betrodden lot skeptically observing him to which he paid little to mind to. They posed no threat of course and they were clearly aware of there disadvantage though soon they would have another thing to think about very soon is the plans settle in with the rest of the officials in the coming morning.

Just as the monastery came into view, the Inquisitor sensed someone close by, walking casually towards his direction. He stopped and turned left towards the interloper, his hands cautiously grasping his warhammer hidden under his robe. The new figure stopped under a street lantern only a couple a meters apart from the Inquisitor, their arms folded as if they were hiding something under their cloak. Sergei looked at the individual suspiciously, eyes narrowed and contemplating the stranger's intent.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Inquisitor demanded in a raspy voice.

"M'Lord Inquisitor..."the stranger began, "I have information that may be of service to you."

"...What sort of information? Who are you?" Sergei's tone became more threatening as his suspicion of man grew.

"I cannot reveal myself now...I suspect the Mage's Guild is planning something big." the man explained, "Recently, a representative of the Mage's Guild had posted a request for the retrieval of an ancient artifact; a chalice."

The Inquisitor was slightly amused where this conversation was going, but he remained dubious to the stranger he was now affirming to be a mage; the aura he was picking appeared off somehow."A chalice, eh? What is this relic's importance to the Mage's Guild?"

"...I believe the chalice is not of the sacred kind, in fact the object I am speaking of may be a lich's phylactery."

If the Inquisitor was not intrigued or interested, he was now as seen through his eye popping expression of surprise and concern. It took much self control to prevent himself from grabbing the man by his collar and lifting him into the air and demanding answers. "Do you know why the Guild would have need of such an item?"

"I'm afraid I can't say for sure..." the man explained with a now noticeable tone of worry and possible dread, "...I've spoken too much. Here, take these documents, they explain the details of the quest. I must be going."

The man literally came up and nearly shoved large portfolio into the Inquisitor's chest, causing him to naturally take hold of the documents frantically before they left his clutches. With the paperwork secured, he looked at the folder itself, noting the official seal of the Mage's Guild wrapped around the folder itself.

"If I may inquire, how did-"

Sergei found that the man that was standing before him just a moment ago had up and vanished without a trace. There were no sounds nearby that indicated that the stranger had ran off. He soon suspected it was a teleportation spell or potion of some sorts that allowed the man to quickly disappear. It was odd that the Mage began to act so weary all of a sudden; was it do them perhaps being followed or maybe it was the Inquisitor's own presence? The latter did have that naturally effect on people but given how private these documents were, he suspected that the stranger may have fallen under someone else's suspicion. Regardless though, he now has a lead with his investigation; whether it was a related element or not, he was soon about to find out. Investigating the uses of a lich's phylactery now became his immediate priority.

So much for resting.


[System]
Age: 17

Heritage: The son of Hatter Madrail. Ghent's mother was murdered a few years after he was born.

Adoptive parents: Frederick and Elise Preston. Elise was the first to find Hatter's son; she was astonished to discover him in the woods near their home, disoriented and impossibly lost.

Appearance: Thick, medium length black hair. The style is unpredictable, but the layers sometimes give it an unruly appearance. His bangs fall in front of his eyes, which are blue in color and have a sharp, piercing quality to them. The rest of his features are dark and seem to contrast against his paler-than-should-be skin. He has a lithe build and currently stands at 5'9", but has about a year left to grow.

Distinguishing Marks: A few light freckles running across the bridge of his nose. A more noticeable one is underneath his left eye. He has a small scar underneath his jaw.

Clothes Wear: Whatever's comfortable. He usually wears hoodies, jeans, worn out sneakers, and three quarter/graphic t-shirts.

Abilities: Strength and magic, both inherited from his race. As far as magic goes, Ghent was completely unaware of the ability until Drust and Elayra came to earth. Understandably, he is inexperienced but has the potential to become better with practice.

Weapons: A staff, given to him on page 13.

Personality: It's no secret that Ghent can be a pain. He isn't malicious, but he enjoys pushing the buttons of others in order to get a reaction out of them. His sarcasm usually lands him in trouble, but his past experiences haven't been enough for him to keep his mouth shut. Despite his immaturity, he has a good heart. Ghent has lazy tendencies, but can be hard working with proper motivation.

Major Positive Traits: Compassionate. Empathetic. Hardworking (sometimes).

Major Negative Traits: Sarcastic. Cocky. Klutz. Impulsive. Awkward.

Weaknesses: At times, Ghent doubts himself and his abilities. The fear of failure usually prevents him from achieving success. Having lived in two worlds, he struggles with deciding where he belongs and where his loyalties lie.

Ticks and Tags: Ticks: Fidgets a lot, often with the drawstrings of his hoodies. When he's faced with a situation he can't wrap his mind around, he will pace and/or mumble to himself until he can make sense of what's happening.  Tags: "Cut me some slack!" "Great." "Wait, what?"

Fears: Ghosts. Failure. Being unable to return home. Wonderland in general.

Short Bio: Ghent's story could have been a tragic one, had he not been found. He was discovered in a forest as a toddler, and later adopted by the very family that took him in.
 For much of his childhood, Ghent lived in the comforts of a small farmhouse in the country. Life was serene, quiet, and good. He grew up happy and healthy, with a mother who doted on him and a dedicated, hardworking father.
 Things changed when they moved. Seeking better employment, Mr. Preston uprooted his family to the city, which is where they remained for the years that followed.
 The city posed many differences and challenges, but Ghent learned to adapt and knew his way around. Unfortunately, street smarts didn't help much in school.
 As Ghent grew older, the nightmares and flashbacks became more frequent. Different events or images would trigger a memory, many of which involved Elayra and Drust. The memories confused and frightened Ghent. He never forgot Wonderland, but he learned to stop talking about it after his parents sought him professional help. It was something his mother made the mistake of telling her longtime friend, Mrs. Saxon.
 News spread and rumors started. High school proved to be Ghent's biggest obstacle. He became an easy target for jokes and ridicule, and his grades began to suffer for it.
 Motivated by money and the desire to help his family financially, he began to take on odd jobs. His fifth job turned out to be his favorite: a part-time shift at Frank's Book Barn.
 Even there, Ghent wasn't free from Wonderland. Flashbacks would hit him at the most inconvenient times…and they didn't cease until became reunited with two important faces from his past.

Other Important Characters

Name: Henry

Age: 14

Appearance:  Henry is thin, wiry, with no muscle tone whatsoever. He makes an effort to look neat, but his untamed shock of ginger hair betrays him by looking a mess and his freckles are out of control. When reading, he wears thick black glasses over his large, brown eyes that give him an owlish appearance.

Clothes wear: Henry wears an odd mix of clothing. Most of his clothes are hand-me-downs from previous cousins, including Ghent. When his options are limited, he can be found wearing faded graphic t-shirts (he favors Disney ones) and jeans that have been rolled up at the cuffs in order to fit.

Personality: Despite a rocky home life, Henry remains optimistic, but he has a sensitive side that results in him crying at the drop of a hat. Although he has a sweet, childlike innocence about him, he isn't foolish. He's remarkably intelligent and has a great love for reading and learning. Because of his OCD, Henry is always cleaning and organizing, and likes to keep busy in order to make himself useful. His desire for perfect order can be a little overwhelming at times, but he means no ill intent and has great respect for his family and friends.

Bio: Henry is an only child who never longed for the company of a sibling. Growing up in the country, he had plenty of family and cousins to spend his time with. The families all lived quite close in the rural area, including the Preston family.
 Even as a toddler, Henry was fascinated by Ghent and seemed to gravitate towards him, viewing him as an older brother figure. To the delight of their parents, the three year age gap and a difference in personality didn't prevent the two boys from getting along.
 After the Preston family moved to the city, Henry was heartbroken. The families kept in touch when possible, making multiple visits during the holidays. The visits lessened over the years, but Henry took it upon himself to keep in touch through any means possible. To Elise's delight (and to Frederick and Ghent's dismay) Henry has been known to leave long rambling phone messages, sends more texts than a teenage girl, and writes letters so long, they need to be mailed in multiple envelopes.
 Henry is the only one Ghent continued to trust with his few memories of Wonderland. Their efforts to uncover the mystery were admirable, but brought nothing but disappointment and wild theories. Eventually, a disgruntled Ghent gave up, but Henry continued to search for the truth behind his cousin's past.

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At long last, a weapon. Ghent could scarcely believe it when he felt the weight of the dagger in his hand. Had he not been so afraid, his face may have lit up with excitement. As it was, he inspected it, only half satisfied.
 Brows furrowed, Ghent held the dagger out at arms length and brought it back to his side. He did this twice, as if measuring the distance necessary to stab Drust.
 "Don't you have anything else?" Ghent wasn't usually so ungrateful, but he had his own skin to think about. The blade was very short, and that meant he had to be very close if he needed to defend himself.
 "Don't get me wrong, it's nice," he turned the dagger over, examining the blade in a sliver of light peeking through the trees. "But it's kinda small, don'tcha think?"
 Elayra smacking her own head wasn't quite the reaction he expected. Ghent shifted his weight to his other foot, annoyed she should repeat what the ghosts chose to taunt him with. Life was a lot easier when he was a human.
 "Pretty sure we covered this earlier, Blondie." Grumbling, Ghent poked at a dust mote with the dagger. It bobbed along its chosen path, bringing Elayra back into his line of vision again.
 "I can what?" Ghent balked. His list of possible skills grew stranger by the second. Elayra seemed determined this was possible, so he went along with it. She had been right with everything else, he had no reason to doubt her now.
 "O-okay...well...how do I do that?" Ghent's voice shook with uncertainty. Hearing Drust's heavy breath, he angled himself to keep the knight in sight. "Is there a spell, or...I don't have to meditate for this, do I?"

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Elayra's gaze darkened at Ghent's request for a different weapon. Her hand twitched, wanting desperately to reclaim the weapon and demonstrate exactly what damage a 'kinda small' dagger could inflict.
 The kris dagger's wavy blue blade glinted indignantly at the comment as he examined it, turning it over just right so it caught a brave spear of remaining light.
 "How slow are you?" she growled when he questioned what he could do. His disbelieving expression made her want to punch him. But, then, practically everything he did made her want to punch him.
 Her eyes narrowed at his following questions. "Seeing as you've knocked out the only person" her head jerked irritably toward Drust, "who could've probably answered that, you'll have to shut your eyes and wing it. That's what you did earlier, isn't it?" she scoffed. "So stop gawking and—" Her attention snapped to her right. She stumbled away, ready to push Ghent back with her if he did not move fast enough, as a translucent, wispy figure blinked into existence only a couple feet from them.
 Its back hunched forward, it gripped its midsection as if in pain. Its body spasmed as its form glitched in and out of existence. A powdery pallor coated its garments, its form covered in leather armor. Dark streaks dripping down half its face made it impossible to get a decent look at its features.
 Elayra turned and raised her sword, her thundering heart jumping into her throat.
 The masculine form tilted its head back and let out a long, pained howl that merged into manic laughter. Another series of spasmic blinks wracked its form, like a video game character gone wrong. It vanished as suddenly as it had appeared, making the eerie silence it left in its wake that much more unnerving.
 "Get trying!" Elayra hissed with a new panic. "Unless you want to be skinned alive by earthbound ghosts!"