[System]
Age:
16

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Brad has the appearance of a meathead. Large (6'3") and bulky (208lbs), he can be quite intimidating, especially due to his upright posture that almost never bows. His dark brown skin contrasts with his short, shaggy blond hair. Not the kind that is filled with product to look like he just woke up; it's messier and less intentional. His dark brown eyes are often squinted, which lends to his scary look. The reason is he refuses to get glasses and figures he'll just adapt to it. However, puberty was not entirely kind to Brad as his face is riddled with acne, with some slight scarring when he used to scratch at it mercilessly.

Personality:
Brad is neither a gentle giant nor an aggressive goon. Brad is a very serious teen, filled with focus to do the best he can. He can often come across as standoffish, which while not his intention, isn't something he worries about fixing. He has a distaste for violence but admits it can have some useful applications in dire situations. He has high hopes for himself and is hopelessly stubborn. While he isn't often one to start joking around, he does jump in if someone else starts the silliness. He has a very set in stone view of morality and a weird reverence of 'the Light'. Together, they form his strict code of honour he holds himself (and often times others) to.

History:
Brad was born to an engineer and a stay-at-home dad, the second of four children. His parents taught him a very important lesson from a young age and that was to chase your dreams. After all, if you didn't, who would? Brad's dream was to become a professional football player, as a wide receiver. He had the speed and the strength to break through tackles, so it looked like a sure thing. Unfortunately, during a practice, he badly pulled a hamstring and, while in pain, got tackled in a way that concussed him. Doctors suggested he take on another dream. After months of heated arguments with his parents and doctors, Brad finally relented and returned to a back-up passion: Duel Monsters. He quite enjoyed playing Noble Knights, as he felt a certain connection with the honour of the knights. However, after being mocked for being so straight-forward, he decided that upon arrival at the Duel Tower, he would prove that he was as smart as he was tough.

Favorite Card/Archetype or theme:
Noble Knights / LIGHT Warriors

Chosen courses:
Standard Dueling, Standard Summoning

Chosen Structure Deck:
Space Invaders!

Custom Structure Deck List:
Monsters (20)
Des Feral Imp x 1
Gale Lizard x 1
Oshaleon x 1
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Prince x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 1
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 1
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
Spells (10)
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Molting Escape x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Worm Call x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
Traps (10)
Alien Brain x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 1
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (1)
King of Feral Imps x 1

Chosen Pack:
Duel Terminal 1

Current deck:
Monsters (20)
Alien Shocktrooper x 1
Des Feral Imp x 1
Gale Lizard x 1
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 2
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 1
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
Spells (10)
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
W Nebula Call x 1
W Nebula Fusion x 1
Traps (10)
Alien Brain x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 1
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (2)
King of Feral Imps x 1
Worm Nebula Zero x 1

Collection:
Monsters (44)
Alien Shocktrooper x 1
Caravan of the Ice Barrier x 1
Chaos Emissary, Apprentice of Nox x 1
Chaos Emissary, Butterfly x 1
Chrysalis Chicky x 1
Deepspace Scout x 1
Deepspace Stunner x 1
Des Feral Imp x 1
Dewdark of the Ice Barrier x 1
Fabled Dyf x 1
Fabled Topi x 1
Final Apocalypse Dragon x 1
Flamvell Fiend x 1
Flint Lock x 2
Gale Lizard x 1
King Pyron x 1
Machina Fortress x 1
Oshaleon x 1
Phantom Cricket x 1
Phantom Dragonray Bronto x 1
R-Genex Oracle x 1
Reese the Ice Mistress x 1
Renge, Gatekeeper of Dark World x 1
Samurai of the Ice Barrier x 1
Volcanic Rat x 2
Worm Apocalypse x 1
Worm Cartaros x 2
Worm Dimikles x 1
Worm Falco x 1
Worm Illidan { The Betrayer } x 1
Worm Jetelikpse x 1
Worm King x 1
Worm Prince x 1
Worm Queen x 1
Worm Solid x 1
Worm Tentacles x 2
Worm Victory x 1
Worm Warlord x 2
Worm Xex x 2
Worm Yagan x 2
X-Saber Airbellum x 1
Spells (15)
Amulet of Ambition x 1
Book of Eclipse x 2
Book of Moon x 1
Chaos Emissary Sanctuary x 1
Constellar Belt x 1
Convert Contact x 1
Flint Missile x 1
Forbidden Dress x 1
Malevolent Nuzzler x 1
Molting Escape x 1
Mystical Space Typhoon x 1
Pot of Duality x 1
Summoner's Art x 1
The Clockwork Curator x 1
Viper's Rebirth x 1
W Nebula Fusion x 1
W Nebula Call x 1
Traps (16)
Alien Brain x 1
Black Horn of Heaven x 1
Burst Rebirth x 1
Compulsory Evacuation Device x 1
Counter Counter x 1
Damage = Reptile x 1
Damage Gate x 1
Destructive Draw x 1
Dust Tornado x 1
Gift Card x 1
Living on Borrowed Time x 1
Lumenize x 1
Offering to the Snake Deity x 1
Snake Whistle x 2
W Nebula Meteorite x 2
Extra (2)
King of Feral Imps x 1
Worm Nebula Zero x 1

Points:
0.

[User]
Camryn was once again startled awake by Melchior's yelling, and while she didn't fall off her bed like last time, she did resolve to see if there was a volume control button at some point. After going through her routine (and almost slipping on the wet floor after her shower), her stomach decided to make the fact that she had skipped dinner last night readily apparent, as it gurgled loudly. She frowned at it and said "Hush, you. Breakfast ought to be soon." She made sure she had her Duel Transceiver with her, and then went downstairs for breakfast, heading straight for the food line. She passed some ninja-looking guy doing a handstand with one hand on the way there, with a small crowd of students surrounding him. Huh. That's pretty impressive. Why's he doing it here, though? Camryn thought. She shrugged and carried on through the line; it wasn't her problem. Unless he toppled over onto her, of course.

After filling her bowl with sweet cereal (but no milk) and MacGyvering together an iced coffee, she sat down at a table near the door. She pulled out her Duel Transceiver and scrolled through the announcement with one hand and ate with the other, occasionally pausing to take a sip of coffee. Oh cool, we're starting Turbo Dueling today. I hope they provide us with Speed Spells. Otherwise I'd wager that a lot of people's decks would be screwed over. There was a girl nearby mumbling about "ignorant jerks" and "smash everything in front of me." "Having boy troubles?" Camryn asked her. "Don't worry about it; for every good guy, there's ten utter pricks."

[Assistant]
Angelo stayed quiet till the last minute when they were about to part ways at the elevator to say "your cute when you smile you should do it more often Angelo said as the door closed before she could respond. After that Angelo went to go to his dorm and sleep.

day 3
Angelo groaned a he got up when he heard that moron over the intercom. "I swear if he does that every damn day in going to kill him." Angelo said before he went and grabbed his d-ciever and looked at it to check what he would do and he grinned seeing he would be taking turbo dueling courses is about time to! Angelo got up and went to get breakfast so he went down and got a bowl to get some cereal to eat. Once Angelo got a bowl he sat down to eat...

[User]
As Nathaniel returned to his room after his shower, his ears had finally stopped ringing from the early morning wake-up call. He wondered just who thought it was a good idea to wake up the students like that, since it would probably cause students to be less alert than waking up normally.

Regardless, Nathaniel had learned from his mistakes yesterday, so he made sure to dress simple today. He reached into his closet and pulled out a light-blue shirt, since wearing light colors in the desert was probably a smart idea. He also pulled out a pair of jeans and another set of his Earth dorm uniform.

As he got dressed, he took a look around his room, which was as bare-bones as ever. He had asked for a small refrigerator and a laptop, but since those have not arrived yet, he was stuck with his basic Earth dorm living commodities, which really wasn't much. He walked over to his desk, on top of which laid his D-Ceiver, his Duel Disk, his deck, and a pile of cards from the packs he ripped open last night. There really wasn't much in there. There were a bunch of Pendulums, which he didn't want, and a bunch of Destruction Sword cards, which, as cute as they were, he couldn't use. There were a bunch of other stuff too, but the real prize of his pull laid on top of the pile. Performapal Rain Goat. It had zero Attack and Defense points, but Nathaniel knew better than anyone that it wasn't just numbers that makes a card useful. Plus, he needed something to replace Fluffal Mouse. Seriously, why was that card in there? Taking the card from the top of the pile and sliding it in his deck, Nathaniel grabbed the rest of his gear and headed out for breakfast.

The cafeteria was crowded, but Nathaniel managed to get his bowl of cereal with a bit of waiting. As the area was becoming more congested, empty tables seemed to be in short supply. Surveying the area, Nathaniel found a round table which didn't seem to be too crowded. In fact, as Nathaniel walked closer, he realized that there was only one kid sitting at the table. Okay, that was pretty sad. Taking a seat across from him, Nathaniel gave a friendly "Hey." before stuffing spoonfuls of cereal in his mouth.

[Assistant]
As the high-pitched scream shattered the silence of the morning, Brad almost smiled. It reminded him of Coach, if a bit screechier. Rolling off the bed, he landed in a push-up position, quickly knocking out a few to try and get warmed up for the day. He stifled a yawn, as he quickly changed into his spare uniform, almost regretting staying up as late as he did to call home. Luckily, everyone was doing well, even his older sister Angela, who just finished her degree.

Jogging down to the cafeteria, Brad frowned. His protein powder still hadn't arrived yet and breakfast was just a lot of empty carbs. At least they had soy milk. Pouring himself a bowl of cornflakes and soy milk, he decided to try and itemize his goals for the day.

Naturally, he would be attending all his classes. But of course, he wasn't entirely sure what the schedule for today would look like. A bit annoying to a planner like him but it wouldn't do him any favours to get hung up over it. He also had to ask the faculty when they were expecting the rest of the supplies to come in as well as what the options for sending items home. Two cards had been burning a hole in his pocket and he knew just what to do with them.

Speaking of cards, Brad had to try and find Angelo again to ask him about the pack he had given him. Hopefully he had gotten what he needed. But he remembered Angelo mentioned something about having a lot of Reptiles that he didn't need and Brad could really use some more replacement cards. That and Brad had picked up a Tuner he didn't need so maybe that would help out Angelo.

Finally, but definitely not unimportant, he had to get back into a workout routine. His family had banned him from doing any major exercising while he was recovering from his injuries but they couldn't stop him now. Once he got his schedule for the day, he'd find time to squeeze in some cardio.


[System]
AGE
31

BIO
Alison was born and raised in Las Vegas; she's a native who's lived there all her life despite having family scattered through the United States. Prior to the invasion, the young woman worked as a surgical nurse in Southern Hills Hospital. She's really good at her job since she puts in the hours. Being single and having no kids has it advantages, and Alison dedicated her 20s to getting ahead in her profession. She's a quick learner who's driven and knows right from wrong.

[User]
"I'm sorry, we did everything we could."

Those dreaded words always shattered someone's life in an instant. Alison knew; she'd been there minutes ago as Dr. Peterson delivered the bad news. The parents of the poor 11-year-old boy absolutely lost it to the point where the mother had to be restrained. She was completely hysterical, but who could blame her. Alison didn't know what it was like to lose a child because she didn't have nany kids of her own, but she'd been around death long enough to get an idea of what it did to people. The internal pain was something she couldn't even begin to fathom, but their reactions...she had practically seen it all.

Currently, Alison was making her way down to her station to complete some paperwork. The exchange with those parents left her a bit moody. Sure, she knew how to be sympathetic in a professional sense, but she was only human.

"Hey, are you coming out tonight?"

Alison looked up to see Joey walking alongside her. He was grinning as usual, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "Fine, if I agree to go out, do you promise to stop pestering me?"

"Can't say I will, but you're going out tonight and that's final."

He then walked away without giving her a chance to respond. But that was more or less how their interactions went, so she was used to it. Alison started reading over her notes again when she heard screaming from a distance. Startled, she rushed to the corner to look down the hall when she noticed a large number of individuals opening fire against those in their vicinity. She witnessed as people dropped dead one after the other. After a few moments, Alison could have sworn she made eye contact with one of the murderers, but she didn't stick around long enough to find out. Instead, she ran the other way hoping to find a good hiding place and wait until help arrived.

[Assistant]
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RODNELL SUTTON

August 10th // 14:34

ZERO HOUR

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Las Vegas Boulevard // Paradise
Rodnell Sutton didn't believe that parachutes and the occasional fighter jet filled the skies of Las Vegas. At first, he thought it was some sort of stunt pulled off by a group of pranksters. That was until several of them landed in the middle of the busy road dressed like soldiers and holding assault rifles. But, strangely enough, they didn't appear to be hostile as they ran past everyone. Rodnell didn't know where they were going, but he knew better than to follow them. Instead, he reached for his phone and tried to call his friends, who left the city yesterday.

But, it went straight to voicemail. In fact, Rodenell's phone was out of service. And then, the Strip lost power in an instant. Rodnell didn't know what the hell was going on especially when several APCs landed on a parking lot across the street. Some of the soldiers began making their way across the street calmly before addressing him and everyone else watching. One of them spoke in broken English with a thick German accent, "Please remain indoors. We wish no harm to civilians. We fear that fighting will intensify in the coming hours. Return to your rooms until stated otherwise."

Rodnell looked over at the airport and saw smoke rising from the airfield. He tried to ask the foreign soldier about it but was interrupted when one of them shouted and pointed at three police cars speeding towards them. Everyone in the parking lot started retreating to the hotel as fighting between them began with gunshots. Rodnell followed them back to the lobby and desperately tried to call his friends and family. His phone kept on going straight to voicemail. And with the sound of gunfire and explosions still going on, he wasn't unable to relax for hours until it was night.

By nighttime, the fighting was reduced significantly in the surrounding areas for the most part. Some people decided to venture outside for different reasons. Rodnell was one of them because he thought it was a good time to leave the city via Interstate 15. But, unfortunately, his car was riddled with bullets, making it undrivable. Instead, he started making his way deeper into the Boulevard in the hopes of finding a ride out of here. However, the roads were filled with desperate people having the same idea. And judging by the traffic jam, he didn't need to check to know that the Interstate was undrivable.

Rodnell didn't know what to do but figure out a different plan. He needed to go back home and see if his family and friends were alright. But, Los Angeles was far away and he didn't have a car anymore. While he was thinking, Rodnell headed to a nearby pizzeria and asked for a drink. Then, he went back out to take a breather while watching firefighters and some foreign soldiers putting out a fire that started on the upper levels of a hotel. And of course, he checked to see if his phone finally had a signal, but it still didn't.

'What a fucked up day.' Rodnell told himself.

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[System]
Humanity
Age: 21

Arcana: Strength

Appearance: Jin is very petite at 5 foot nothing and about 120 pounds. They are biracial; half African American and half Japanese. They have black, wavy hair worn in a short, easily maintained cut, and have warm brown skin and dark brown eyes. While usually seen around campus in a maintenance jumpsuit, they also wear thrift store clothing on their days off.

Personality:  Sharp minded and sharp tongued, Jin seems to have a major chip on their shoulder. Their life experiences so far have colored every interaction toward the negative. They tend to carry themselves with a sense of aggression and defensiveness, ready to fight at any time. There is a hatred of those who "have it all", which in Jin's book are the big three: Family, Finances and Freedom. Usually those who have the finances are the hardest for Jin to deal with.

There is a banked fire within their spirit, and a stubbornness to continue despite the odds. Despite having rough language and appearance, Jin is highly intelligent and can think circles around most people. Beneath all the anger and audacity lies the brain of a mechanical and engineering genius. The university's employees know that Jin can fix just about anything. Computers, cars, all manner of electronics and appliances. High level math is fun and games. There is a deep thirst within them for more knowledge. Sometimes Jin can be found sneaking to the edges of classrooms, recording lessons on their phone that they will never be able to afford.

In their deepest heart of hearts, Jin wants to be normal. They long for this fun looking and "easy" life that people their age seem to have been handed. They despise those that throw this away the most.

Bio: The only child of a police detective and a mayoral assistant, Jin was born into a relatively normal life. They lost their parents at a young age due to a criminal seeking revenge on their father. Homelessness followed, and after that they were placed in foster home after home. The constant shifting and lack of foundation made it very hard for Jin to trust or make connections with anyone. Friendless in school, reticent at home, and with poor grades due to slipping through the cracks of the American school system, Jin was released from foster care at 18 with nothing to show for their life besides a jaded attitude and a few dollars in their pocket.

After bouncing from job to job, Jin finally found a maintenance position at Barclay Waterfront University and has been working there for about a year. In their mind, it is only a matter of time before they are let go and have to move onto the next failure. They have long wondered what the point of life is if this is all there is to it.

Scars:
-Orphan
-Homeless
-Did not graduate
-Undiagnosed ADHD and PTSD likely

Shadow

Appearance: An androgynous humanoid figure with what looks like bloodied bite marks all over their body. They wear rags and are barefoot. Underneath a worn hood, a pair of piercing red eyes shine through.

Personality: Morose, and yet full of rage and hatred, the Shadow is a reflection of Jin's lack of control over their life. The Shadow is a literal manifestation of the "dog eat dog" world that Jin has learned to navigate.

Territory: The Shadow's territory is grimy, dim, and looks like a large prison cell. There are what looks like fallen bodies all around; upon closer inspection these are faceless and will crumble to dust at a touch. The longer people spend here, the more isolated, angry, and desperate they will become.

Metaverse

A warrior of life and legend with a fiery spirit, more than strength is hidden with this individual. This Persona has Projectile Mastery.

[User]
Vincent Cawler

Lying on the floor throughout the back-and-forth between the other 'intruders' and Pondwater, Vincent had trouble getting his bearings, or even getting up. On top of the guards' incredible strength, they were brutal; just by shifting on the ground he could tell that he had at least two broken ribs and muscles too bruised to pull himself to his feet. For all intents and purposes he was down for the count. The conversation passed him by as he focused on recuperating, his head swimming in pain, dazed and confused.

Then monsters happened.

There wasn't a better way to describe it, at least for Vincent. One moment there were the guards, big and dark like living shadows pulled from the walls, and the next there were beasts, magnificent and terrifying in their form. It helped center Vincent's thoughts, at least. The shock and fear pushed through the pain-induced haze, snapping awareness back into him. But the surge of energy didn't help that much, since, well, he was still beaten half to death. He struggled to get back on his feet, slipping at the simple task of pushing off the ground as the rest started to run. His only hope was that these animal-looking monsters had the instincts to chase after prey instead of going for easy pickings.

To his surprise, though, Vincent wasn't abandoned to fend for himself. Not entirely, at least. One of the group, a punk-rock looking kid, stooped down and hoisted Vincent up onto his shoulders, to the best of his ability anyway. Their difference in height made it hard, Vincent's tall stature throwing Dakota off balance, but he sure as hell tried. Vincent's mind drifted again; so long kept to himself, sheltered away and never given a second thought. This one simple act of kindness, selflessness... connected to something, somewhere, deep in his heart.

As the two "ran" towards the entrance again, Vincent managed to sway himself onto his feet, the movement and adrenaline helping to mask the pain of it. The amalgamated cranes - the Shaxes, if Vincent heard Pondwater right - flocked to the gate, blocking their path. A thought crossed Vincent's mind, making him almost roll his eyes. Sure, he'd already hurled himself into a possible threat before, but now the 'possible' had turned into 'very much a'. But, again, something tugged at his brain. He wasn't just doing it for his own life, this time. Someone else had helped him. So, he had to help back.

Pushing himself off from Dakota, freeing the younger guy from his weight, Vincent leaned into the momentum of their wobbly stagger of an escape and charged at one of the Shaxes. It was a fight stacked against him, and when that happens, because it usually did happen, you fought dirty. A quick jab at the bird's red eye, two fingers out to really make it sting and, in the ensuing startle, toppling the thing off balance. He turned back to Dakota, Barney, and the others for a quick enough moment to shout.

"Run!"

Not that anyone needed the encouragement.

[Assistant]
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 This whole experience was surreal. The speech by Judge-Pondwater nearly caused her to want to yell at him. Winners, losers, worthy, unworthy, innocent, and ... guilty. She began breathing a little irregularly. The last time she was in a courthouse, that was the word uttered that finally sent her down her path. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell, but what good would that do? Even if this man didn't get angry by the outburst it likely wouldn't help their situation. The same thoughts must've been there, but maybe a little different, in her companions. As one of them had a full outburst, the others had more subtle words to express.

 However, it seemed Pondwater was most interested in the quiet response from the girl who seemed close to Mila's age. He soon used the triggering word again but Mila bit her tongue to avoid drawing attention to herself. When a guard was summoned to roughly grab regretted not saying anything but they were walking a fine line at this point. What was the snapping point? That answer would seemingly soon be answered as one of the guys added another tirade to the number. Mila felt a chill run up her spine at Pondwater's response which was soon followed by his gavel slamming upon the ground. The action caused her to jump letting out a slight yelp. Had they just gotten to the point which this judge would sentence them?

 Her thought was soon confirmed but not in the way Mila expected. They were going to have to fight the guards who brought them here? How would that be even possible? They seemed to have inhuman levels of strength. Guaranteed, many things here seemed inhuman. She did have to admit that there was some desire to hurt them back just as they'd done to her. There were many times she'd wish to have the capability to lash out at the prison guards, but both then and now, there was no way it was possible. She was a tad stronger than her frame would lead to believe, but that didn't mean she'd stand a chance in a head-on fight. The situation soon got worse as the guards shed their facade revealing their 'true' forms.

 The young woman watched on in horror as the creatures twisted and contorted into their disgusting forms. It was over. These things weren't human. They weren't even the animals they vaguely resembled. The beings were monsters. What chance did a small group of humans stand against monsters? But suddenly, something unexpected happened. Pondwater began acting as if in pain. Not long after their likely savior appeared. Mila was stunned. Who was this woman? Mila felt like she was supposed to recognize her but what was most striking was how she was dealing with the monsters. The woman told them to run, and that jogged Mila to quickly gather herself. Looking at the others she saw that they weren't in much of a state to run. The obvious issue was the brute on his back. Then there was some of their number fascinated by the battle. Worse was that, no matter how skilled, that woman wasn't going to be capable of handling all of them.

 She didn't have anything that could be useful in a fight. Nothing around them would be all that helpful either. But soon she realized that maybe her jacket was useful. It was quality material and sturdy. She hated the idea of ruining her family's gift but dying here would be worse. As everyone prepared to run, Mila pulled off her jacket and began running towards one of the flamingo creatures blocking their way. She saw the brute launching himself off the phone guy to attack one of the Shaxes. Mila took his lead lurching towards the second, swinging her jacket to block the vision of the creature and hit it at the same time. She heard a slight rip as she blocked its path, following that up with a kick to try and topple it. Without looking, "Hurry!"

[User]
Nick Waller

November 29th- ???

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Oh, Nick was gonna murder this guy. He actually even took a step towards Pondwater as he talked down to him, called him a slave of all things, claimed he was the master and that Nick was the self-aggrandizing prick here. Then he went on his little rant, calling on them to fight for their so-called freedom. "Listen here, you slim-"

Before he could continue, though, the freak slammed his gavel, and the real freak show began. The guards, faceless monsters that they were, began morphing into actual, literal monsters. Some were freaky twisty stork-looking things, while some transformed into some kind of wheel of legs with a lion head, and the captain became a god damn cerberus!

Nick was so angry, however, that this only gave him a moment's pause as he looked over the grotesque creatures in front of him. Fists clenched, body practically vibrating with energy, Nick managed to get out a "You're fucking on," before being interrupted again. This time, however, the interruption was a welcome surprise. While Pondwater was practically doubled over, the busty police girl from his dream that morning appeared and skewered one of the cerberus' heads. Honestly, if he wasn't so emotionally exhausted and letting a metaphysical monkey powered by holy fury pilot his body, Nick probably would have found that hot. As it was, however, he could only appreciate the opening she'd created while the others started moving. The guy who'd showed Nick his phone was running to the lunatic who'd already tried to fight these guys, and one of the girls was charging the creepy bird things while using her jacket as a makeshift shield and weapon alongside the bigger guy who was also charging for the exit.

Well, far be it from him to ruin a perfectly good escape plan. Nick followed after Barney and Mila, rolling his shoulder so that his arm came up a bit in his jacket to protect it from a jab of those things' beaks, and turned to watch the others. "Let's get the hell outta here!" he yelled to those that were yet to near the exit, some of the edge from earlier gone from his voice, but agitation still present. "Dunno about you guys, but I choose life!" Resorting to snarky, nihilistic humor in a literal fight for their lives was probably not the wisest move, but it was the least angry thing he could come up with, and it's not like he was angry with them. Well, maybe Vincent, not that he actually knew the guy's name, but the poor bastard had gotten punished more than enough for his earlier actions.

Once the others started moving past, Nick got going himself, not willing to rely on their miraculously-timed savior to cover them forever.

[Assistant]
Sometimes, every so often, Jin wished they did drugs. If only to have an escape. This day had been far too much already, and Jin was reaching the breaking point.

During Pondwater's little villain speech, Jin felt themselves getting angrier and angrier, to the point where they were clenching their jaw and fists in an attempt to not speak. How dare this man speak about what he didn't know? Some lofty position like a president knew nothing about what it was like on the ground. People who fell through the cracks were often shoved there, stomped down by everyone else trying to get ahead and above. How dare he assumed it was some kind of moral failing on their part? But Jin kept their mouth shut. Somehow, they knew that if they spoke out, it would make things worse.

Unfortunately, they were quickly proven correct, as the largest of their group had an unwise outburst. It seemed Jin wasn't the only one who found this man's attitude absolutely disgusting. This seemed to trigger something in the man, and before Jin knew what was what, there were… things… in front of them. To call them animals was too generous. These, Jin hesitated to think, could only be referred to as monsters. Admittedly Jin hated to use the word. Similar epithets had been thrown at them for various reasons during their life. But until they had time to think of a proper name for these creatures, monsters was it.

Then things got stranger. As they were surrounded, some vaguely familiar blue haired chick (with absolutely terrifying knockers) showed up ready to fight. She told them all to run, and Jin needed little prompting. They started booking it as fast as their short legs would carry them. Which was actually quite fast; a speed borne of absolute terror of the unknown behind them.

"What the actual hell is going on!" They knew no answers would be readily available yet, which made them want to live all the more. If only to figure out what fresh and new hell this was.


[System]
Profile Template:
Age:
 He's sixteen years of age.

Gender:
 Male

Hero/Villain/Neutral:
 Neutral

Powers:
 Shēn's body is many times enhanced by a genetic mutation, originally given to him by his mother's mutagenic genes. His strength, speed, agility, and general instinct/mental reaction time is many times more enhanced than the average or above-average human, giving him supernatural attributes in each of those categories. He can shift his head slightly to the side to easily dodge a high-caliber bullet - or bullets, he can run faster than a speeding sports car, and he can lift above one ton without any signs of discomfort. He has tight control over his body, and can limit his strength and speed accordingly. However, his reflexes and brain is constantly in it's top shape, meaning that he can't fake being clumsy and uncoordinated unless he purposely fails. His 'main' power comes in the form of Fire Manipulation. His body is entirely fire-proof, while he, himself, can manipulate fire to a molecular degree, forming it out of his own body, or even out of thin-air itself.

Weapons:
 None.

Personality:
 Shēn is a very calm, observant kid, with a composed and almost distant demeanor, combined with keen fighting prowess. Very mature for his age - more mature than most adults, honestly, despite having some naive moments. He tends to stay quiet unless he feels the need to speak, and his voice, despite young, holds an undertone of authority that forces those around him to, at the very least, listen, even unwillingly. Although inwardly kind, he prefers not to be a hero nor a villain, not wanting to make that choice at such a young age. Sadly, his powers and sense of morality often forces him to defend innocents, although he tries to do it in a subtle, non-dramatic way. During battle, he's his normal self, his unnaturally keen and analytical/observant soul allowing him to predict moves before they happen, and easily see through illusions or tricks of the eye. He coolly defeats his opponents, showing no mercy to irreedemable enemies, while showing restraint against non-villainous humans. If he were to be forced to fight someone he cares about, be it teammates or friends, his full amount of care is shown, seeing as he would carefully and accurately absorb the force of their attacks, before swiftly knocking them unconscious, painlessly. He could be rather...dry and sarcastic when forced to interact with annoying people, and often shows dislike for the more dramatic heroes and villains.

History:
 Shēn's life was, surprisingly, very non-dramatic and simple. His powers were manifestated at a young age, and his mother - having the same type of powers - taught him how to control his attributes to resemble that of a gifted, if not average human. The fire was sort of...surprising, but, thinking that it was a simple genetic mutation that mutated after the original genetic mutation, it was harbored and trained by them both, in secret. Shēn's mother didn't enjoy the entire 'hero vs villain' thing that constantly went on, which is why she attempted to keep Shēn away from that sort of environment, so that he could focus on his studies, and form a happy, interesting life. He agreed, to a point, although the constant shielding tended to annoy him. Whenever a hero went crazy in the mall, fighting some other villain, he would be rushed away with the crowd, often shoved around due to the high numbers...it was infuriating. During school, he was a studious, quiet individual, always acing his tests and never really having discipline problems, other than the few times he was picked on and shoved by bullies. They weren't killed or anything over-the-top like that, but they were later found, knocked out, hanging by their shirts in the gym's locker room. Life continued on, with Shēn stopping the few subtle crimes whenever he unknowingly stumbled upon the scene, and generally living life with his mother. His father was never really spoke of. Time passed, and before he knew it, it was time for his Junior year of high-school. He wasn't exactly looking forward to another year of doing the absolutely same thing, but he wasn't really hating the idea, either. He had a few friends in the place, after all. However, excitement....it was a bit lackluster in his life, and didn't happen all that often. Unknown to him, his life would be getting a lot more exciting, as he's sucked into the story of other heroes and villains.

Weakness:
 Shēn's body, albeit more advanced than that of a regular human, is still just that - an enhanced human body. If you manage to hit him with enough force or puncturing power, he can, and will die. Similarly, due to his innate fire powers, high pressures of water affects him more than the average person. Despite being immune to fire, higher, more dangerous pressures of the cool liquid can cause him burns, and, if dangerous enough, even melt his skin, which would take a very long time to heal. Being drenched and water-logged will also slowly sap his strength and energy, along with over-using his fire manipulation powers for too long.

Other:
 Nothing much.

[User]
Tough Love

Tough Love stared at the weird, game-playing NEET, and listened as he gave his spiel. Something about how his games were magic? And then came the bit about the coin and the card, which he flipped in the air to emphasize his powers. Tough Love reached out and grabbed the coin as it fell, and glared at the creep. "You can keep your stupid card. And Tough Love is an awesome name for a superhero, shut up. Anyway... If you're the criminal, I guess I've gotta take you in. No way I'm letting some Rain-Man gambler walk out on a bill just because of his dumb, and completely rigged, game powers." She placed the coin down, holding it on it's side to ensure it didn't fall. "And by the way. You keep saying 'no rules'. Does this count as me winning?" She was genuinely curious as to how far the 'house always wins' aspect of his powers really went. "Or does the fact that I cheated affect the outcome?"

[Assistant]
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"The game continues, that's the point of having no rules," Jack said dryly, it should be obvious, "In fact, by catching the coin, you have essentially put the game into your hands, put the coin onto the table on it's side and this guy," he took a moment to point of the man still holding him back, "wins the game, put in down any other way and I win, whoever win takes ownership of the card and no one else can take it," He motioned for her to put it on the table, "Anyhow, even if you take me to the police station what are you going to do? Complain that I got a complimentary meal, which need I say this receipt confirms?" He pulled the receipt out and waved it around a bit, "It doesn't need to be signed, it's a machine receipt, for a fast food joint. Who's going to sign that?"

"Also, still, seriously? Tough Love? I mean I thought that The Dancing Jack was a bit bad, but compared to that," he scoffed as he made the comparison, "well, it's grown on me to say the least,".

The manager and the employee were still trying to write a receipt out for him, they'd done what? Fifty now? All of them official and complimentary. There was something funny about people who didn't like losing games.


[System]
Species: Goddess (You can feel free to consider her a genetically unique being, a construct of faith, or a human with a lot of powers, she doesn't really know or care to know)

Age: Physically about 6, chronologically 22, and if her scripture is to believed, her existence is a universal constant stretching back to the beginning of time and on to its end.

Description:

Though it rather irritates her, Sen is usually forced to wear some form of obscenely fancy and sensible clothing for events where she's acting in any sort of official godly capacity. As revenge she'll sometimes make herself look like the sort of child who should be standing next to another child in a hallway to talk about the real estate of their long dead ancestors. Still, austere can be a good image, or so they tell themselves when editing together the creepy goddamn footage. In any case, as a reasonable compromise for the sake of avoiding this, they often let her wear robes or togas, like one might imagine the olympians in. When in these outfits, she seems far more cute and cheerful.

Personality: Sen is, at heart, just a kid. She's curious, talkative, friendly, and innocent, but also short-tempered, oblivious, inexperienced, and foolish. She wants to do good by her followers, but she's not 100% clear on how, so she mostly just obeys her advisors and tries to get them to let her to do what she wants on occasion (for goodness sake).

History and how she got to the resteraunt:
 Religious people have, on the whole, probably started more wars in their efforts to bring peace and prosperity to all sentient beings than those sentient beings would've if left to their own devices. Some of them were of the opinion that the other bastards just wouldn't shut up and let them get on with spreading spreading the good word, but others saw the situation with a slightly more nuanced gaze and realized that if all the religious people could just agree on one god, which was provably better than all the others, then all these problems ought to go away.

 With that in mind, they set to work; they created a whole religion (scriptures and everything) based around the worship of an utterly omnipotent being who was so pure and innocent that they couldn't possibly bugger everything up like the others. With that (and the help of an old fashioned finite improbability drive combined with a damn good cup of tea), the religion of Perfectism (an irritating name that was unfortunately the best they could get that wasn't already copyrighted) was born, along with its Goddess, Sen.

 There was a problem, however. They hadn't quite accounted for what someone would need to be for them to be so utterly innocent like they had asked for, and it was to their extreme annoyance that when Sen finally appeared on the nice alter they had made for her, she was a little girl of about six years old, and she would stay that way, because they had been very clear that their god was an eternal one, damnit, none of this "Dead but dreaming," bullshit.

 An omnipotent little girl was not really something anyone wanted; sure, she wasn't vindictive or cruel, but she really wasn't cut out for the job. Worse, all her followers had to obey her orders (a fact that one of the scripture writers got fired over) so they couldn't really do too much to fix it. They sort of just had to guide her and go along with her ideas. When, for example, she was in a meeting with another god who mentioned the end of the universe, and somebody else mentioned that he had once had a damn good lunch there, she absolutely insisted on going to see it.

Universe she came from: Literally the hitchhiker's guide universe. Magic exists but usually isn't worth the trouble unless you were born with it, technology can do practically anything, and space travel has advanced to the point that the whole galaxy is at our fingertips, but we can't go too far past that.

[User]
Sandra was asking for a refill on her cup of coffee. Wait, Sandra? She didn't look like a Sandra anymore; she didn't look like on before, but now even more so with that indifferent look on her eyes. John decided not to bother too much with the details and just poured her another coffee. "Here you go, Ma'am."

The diminutive dwarf covered in piles of fabric was asking for Octornapie. Octornapie. Octornapie. He pulled out his Guide from under the bar: a thin sheet of plastic with the knowledge of the worlds in it (along with small friendly letter on its side which for some reason says "ON'T PANI". It's slightly smudged). He scrolled through the screen. Octornapie. Octopipie? He remembered some squid-headed water god buying that to make fun of a linguist. No, that can't be it. Octornapie. Ah, here it is. A pie made of a specific variation of octopus.

John touched some buttons and went to the microphone at the back wall. "Hey. Someone ordered an Octornapie. I just sent the details. Get Ryan on the temporal drive to get the ingredients, alright?" John paused and glanced at his customer. They seemed completely famished. He went back to the mic. "Actually just get the pie there and bring it with you, just so- oh, ok. That was fast."

A door slid open on the wall, revealing a freshly-made octonarpie. John took it gingerly and served it to the fabric-clad dwarf. "Here you go. I hope it's to your liking."

John took a glance at the other customers. Levi was chatting, rather unhappily, with Mr. Trouble and his entourage. No problems yet on that front. And on the front door-

A teenage girl burst in.

"Train station? Ah, err." John blinked. Yet another person who only vaguely looked like someone who looked exactly like them. The new girl was the splitting image of Levi's previous companion, Yylya, but with wildly different temperament. "There's no train stations here, girl. This is the Restaurant at the End of the Universe." He pointed to the sign above his head.

And after that, from the front door, came a little robed girl flanked by guards. "Welcome to the Restaurant!" John waved merrily at at the newcomers. The Restaurant was getting some very interesting customers one after another.

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Just arrived:
- An omnipotent little girl, flanked by guards. All in holy robes.

People on the bar:
- Sandy Cane, a space bounty huntress, having her fries and hot dog.
- Ziggletrox the Destroyer, a dragon-shaped amoeba, perpetually drunk.

Chatting with each other:
- Levi, a bearded 33-year-old man in a sports jacket, sulking.
- Abigail, an Author's Ambassador, also an angry woman in a dress.
- The Infamous, flanked by scantily-armoured drow and vampire.

Ordering something to eat and drink
- Pridopus, a short figure covered entirely in fabric, awfully hungry.
- The Authoress, a teenage girl who previously introduced herself as "Sandra"

In a corner:
- Cledwynn Magouloura, a half-ghost half-mechanical, a bit tense.

Not seated:
- A teenage elven girl (Yylya)

Other Staff
- Robin, a human waitress, currently behind the bar.

[Assistant]
As the lighting altered itself, Cledwynn just sort of gasped in a startled manner. What, he had to wonder, was going on? He had zoned out for just a brief moment and was only barely taking into account what was said and what was taking place. He was prone to do this, and sometimes it stopped him from properly keeping up with the constantly increasing commotion. Knowing this, he explored the constructs of his mind for the smallest of timestamps, recalling what was said and what was happening. Someone said 'she's a telepath'... Who said that, and who was the subject in question? The lights dimmed, and Sandra ... was gone? Wait.. No, there she was, getting a refill on coffee, but.. something was off about her, which saddened him- he really didn't want to end their conversation so soon. Maybe it was his fault. No one, he felt, would find him interesting enough to hold conversation. Not if they got a sample of his drab personality, that is. At least, he felt that way. Before he could really figure that out, though, he noticed more people arriving.. oddly dressed men surrounded by women of the rather temptingly voluptuous variety, as well as.. a young child flanked by two guards.

A child? That caught his interest- a small child out in space, surrounded by men in spiritual garb, wielding what looked like toy pistols.

He hadn't realized it yet, but he was kind of awkwardly staring, his head tilted and a quirky yet confused look on his face.

[User]
The guards flanking Sen murmur something in her ear about, "Not using your powers on anyone while we're gone," Then quickly move over to the two individuals who were staring at or greeting Sen.
 The first heads over to the bar, and gives a curt nod to John, "Evening, I'm going to need one or two things. It's of vital, perhaps world-changing importance that you do not give that child any alcohol, or for that matter too much sugar. Don't refuse her order, just give her a virgin drink. And don't tell her I told you this." With those hasty instructions gone, he moves off without even properly introducing himself.
 As for the other, he approaches Cledwyn with zero acknowledgment of his, shall we say, eccentric biology, and gruffly says, "Could you please refrain from staring at our most holy lord and savior, Sen the infallibly omnipotent? I typically wouldn't mind, but we hold exclusive rights to her image so you really ought to convert if you're going to ogle at her." And with that, he hands the man a pamphlet about the "WONDERS OF PERFECTISM: THE RELIGION OF TOMORROW!" And returns to the child.
 As for Sen, she's nowehere near as gruff and professional as her guards (or half as professional as they'd prefer her to be). No, she just stares up at the view of the universe ending for a while, until the batman greets her, at which point she gives a friendly wave and says, "Hi! Do you run this place? It's so cool! Can I please have something to eat? I don't really care what it is, I just wanna try what you make best!" By the time she's finished this message, her guard has walked over to clarify what's off the table. She doesn't even remotely notice the fellow staring at her, and after staring at the spectacle for a moment more, she happily hops into a chair next to the bar and waits for her meal.

[Assistant]
Pridopus was pleasantly surprised to see their native meal brought out to them in no time at all - ah, yes, there it was. Still steaming, and cooked just so that the tentacles were in plain sight - as is tradition - and curled decoratively over the thin, green crust. They lowered their bandanna more so that now it hung limply around their neck, exposing the entire lower half of their face to anyone who cared. They sniffed audibly; the pungent aroma of the sea surrounded their dish.

Pridopus was just about to take off their gloves in order to dig ravenously at the octornapie with their bare hands - once again, as is tradition - when yet another group of strange-looking individuals entered the restaurant. This seemed to be - why, this seemed to be just a young girl! Those long, flowing robes that she wore seemed awfully comfortable, at least. Even if the guards flanking her seemed rather intimidating.

Pridopus neglected to begin feasting on their octornapie, opting to grab both sides of the tin with their hands just in case they needed to flee to that Safe Room the bartender had mentioned. The guards began to speak with said bartender, and judging by their manner of speech Pridopus had half the mind to reach for their mace, just in case. It just didn't feel safe, especially with that little girl around.

Speaking of which.

The little girl seemed like no stranger to conversation with adults, even as she hopped up to the bar and took a seat (coincidentally next to Pridopus, who scooted as far from the girl as possible without falling off the stool altogether). The girl was saying something to the bartender - Pridopus had to get his name, eventually. But Pridopus wasn't listening, opting to simply ogle the octornapie until they had determined that it was absolutely safe to begin eating it, vulnerable.

STARVING
Location: The bar in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Interacting with: N/A
Inventory: Morningstar (in pouch, attached to belt)


[System]
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Positive Traits:* Genuinely Kind
* Often happy-go-lucky
* Strong Interpersonal Skills
* Romantic

Negative Traits:* Oblivious
* Sensitive
* Airhead

Likes:* Football
* Women
* Sex
* Romance Novels (A sucker for Nicholas Sparks)

Dislikes:* Being considered a "Golden Boy."
* The expectations of his family name.
* Reputation
* His "Perfect" Family
* Alcohol

Extroverted 5 Introverted Lazy 10 Active Greedy 6 Generous
 Sensing 8 Intuition Shy 8 Outgoing Sarcastic 5 Silly
 Thinker 10 Feeler Sloppy 2 Neat Clumsy 2 Graceful
 Judging 8 Perceiving Hotheaded 4 Calm Lifeless 8 Energetic
 Grouchy 9 Nice Passive 7 Aggressive Low-Self Esteem 8 Confident
 Serious 9 Playful Sensitive 2 Unemotional Absent Minded 5 Focused

 Naive 5 Experienced Easy-Going 2 Hard-Headed Clueless 3 Observant
 Childish 8 Mature Weak 10 Strong Safe 5 Risk-Taker
 Coward 10 Brave Nondrinker 4 Alcoholic Good 5 Evil
 Idiot 3 Genius Un-flirty 5 Flirty Perverted 4 Unperverted
Un-creative 3 Creative Sexual 2 Pure Disloyal 8 Loyal
 Negative 7 Positive Unromantic 10 Hopeless-Romantic Envious 3 Satisfied

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History

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Family Members:
Henry "Hank" Pryor Montgomery - 39
Mary Summer-Montgomery - 37
Henrietta "Etta" James Montgomery - 17
Harlow Marie Montgomery - 15
Harper Grace Montgomery - 14

History:
The Montgomery Clan has lived in Pinewood Ridge ever since Herb Montgomery, Pryor's great-great grandfather. They are a well-known group within the community for being outstanding townsfolk and citizens of Pinewood Ridge. Hank was the golden son, just as his father Horace was before him, and Howard was to Herb. Their family tree has been an essential part of the community which is why there are always a lot of eyes on Pryor, as it is on most of the youth of Pinewood. They own and operate Montgomery Construction, a construction and lumber company in the small town, bringing in a lot of jobs for the town.

Hank and Mary started their family right after high school with Pryor being more of a happy accident than planned. But they didn't fret as everything was already set up and in-line for the family. Things happened that way for the Montgomery's, whether they liked it or not.

When Pryor was born he was the apple of his grandfather, Horace's, eyes. He taught him everything he knew, which was a blessing in itself, having a strong, confident hero he could believe in. School for Pryor was a breeze as even though he wasn't the brightest academically, his social skills and athletics pushed him so far above others that he was able to do so much more than expected of him. He has a lot to live up to now that he's graduated high school. Pryor has a lot of expectations, but he honestly doesn't know what is in store for him.

[User]
Weeks did she have to hear Ellen's screaming about the upcoming graduation, her husband saying straight in Aubree's face that he didn't care a bit about it and their children who were saying that they would probably have grades that are a lot better then hers when they graduate. She had a hard time convincing them to stay home, so she could stay alone. Ellen probably would be the only one doing it out of love anyways. Though she felt a little bit bad about her decision when she arrived at the gate and saw a lot of her classmates and people whose faces she recognized with their loving parents. She didn't feel that connection to anyone, didn't think she needed anyone to be happy and so she soon prohibited herself from feeling that bad feeling and went inside the building to get rid of it.

She wore a short, red dress that almost reached out to her knees, long, black heels and a black purse. However, she didn't take the effort for putting up make-up or doing something with her hair and on that moment the only thing she cared about was if there were any drinks. It didn't take her long to find the place she could buy herself a drink, but sadly enough there wasn't as much alcohol as she had hoped for before. She just decided to order the strongest thing that they had and simply drink a lot of it. Sometimes her head turned around to see what everyone was doing, but she hated how everyone was acting so she didn't want to socialize. The only thing she did, was smiling politely to the ones that had already come to the party and sometimes congratulating them as they did the same to her.

[Assistant]
Julian & Kora

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The Bishop twins were currently getting ready for the short drive to the town hall. Kora would be in the bathroom, braiding her hair as Julian shouted at her. "Hey Shithead," he shouted, chosing one of their various affectionate nicknames for each other. "Have you seen my black bowtie?!"

Kora rolled her eyes as she looped the hair tie to keep her braid from coming loose, her bangs swept to the right side of her face uncontrollably as usual. "No, fuckface, I have not," she yelled back, giving herself a once over in the bathroom mirror. Kora supposed that most of the other girls attending tonight's ceremony would be all fancied up in dresses and heels and such; not her, however. Kora had settled for her nicest pair of black jeans - ripped strategically in all the right places, of course - a Black t-shirt with the words 'normal people scare me' plastered across the front, and her black converse. Some people probably wouldn't approve of the outfit, such as their mother, but Kora did, and that was all that mattered.

Julian was rummaging through his drawers as his hand finally found his sought after bowtie. He was dressed in his best grey suit, a white undershirt unbuttoned slightly to show off a little of his chest. He tied the bowtie around his chest, meeting his sister downstairs. He glanced at her outfit of choice, wrinkling his nose in playful disapproval. Kora shot him a look that clearly told him to shut up, and so he followed the unspoken order.

The two of them made their way out to Kora's black Kia before making the short drive over to the town hall.
Once there, Julian would be the first through the doors. "HELLOOOOOO PEOPLE I WILL MOST LIKELY NEVER SEE AGAIN AFTER TONIGHT," he exclaimed. His vibrant entrance caused Kora to attempt to hide behind him, her face red as people turned to stare.

[User]
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Honestly, some days Christina thought that she wouldn't get to this point as the days slogged on but, somehow, she did. Although she sat on mainly Bs (except music where she came out top of the class with flying colours) she was proud of herself. She knew she wasn't the smartest of the bunch, nor did she try to pretend it. She stood in the bathroom of town hall readjusting her white dress. Christina's mum was already in attendance as a teacher so had offered to help set up, Christina went along to help also. Working is not easy in a dress so she rocked up in simple loose denim jeans, a black shirt and her scruffy red converse high tops and took her dress along to get changed into. She had 'forgotten' to pack other shoes and her dad 'wasn't able' to bring her others. With a sigh she then stepped into the hall.

"There's my little girl," Leslie greeted her with a smile. She tugged the hair band holding Christina's hair back and giving it a quick brush before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you,"

"Thanks mum," Christina says gently, giving her a quick hugging her quickly before turning to look at the room. A wave of excitement rolled through her. She was the only one there thus far but it wouldn't be long before others started rolling in.

~~o0o~~

Christina greeted students as she passed them, well most students- she avoided the usual crowd she kept away from. She offered congratulations to most of them too. She eventually grabbed a cup of punch and cradled it in her hands between sips, awaiting one of her friends to enter, or to be approached, whichever came first. That was when the Bishop twins rocked up.

"That'll be the day," she mutters to herself as he gives his grand entrance speech. Eventually Kora became visible behind her brother. She walked over to her, offering Julian and quick "Congratulations, " before greeting Kora with a smile and a simple "Howya?"

[Assistant]
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 Life can be a real mystery. There was a time that Sadie never thought she'd be happily graduating from high school with friends while her family watched and supported her. But here she was getting ready to head to the town hall, thankfully without her embarrassing family tagging along, to join in with her classmates as they celebrate their successful journey through school. Tonight she was allowed to relax and have fun as she didn't have to worry about anything that could potentially go awry at the party. No one would bother her when the jocks devoured all the food. She wouldn't have to work in the cafeteria to quickly replace the spiked punch(the guilty party knows who they are). She was going to hang out with her friends and reminisce over the good and bad times that had occurred throughout the year.

 Wearing a knee-length pink dress, thigh-high black socks, and her signature boots, Sadie departed from her quaint home as her family told her to have fun and stay safe nearly in unison. The only one going with her was her sister-in-law Noelle because the woman had offered to chaperone and she was the only one that Sadie thought would have no embarrassing stories of her.

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 Arriving at the town hall, Sadie was quite impressed with how many people had already shown up. Casually strolling inside Sadie looked around the room trying to locate at least one of her friends. She noticed a few faces that were familiar before seeing two of her closest friends. She strolled over to where Christina, Julian, and Kora stood to say, "Can't believe we finally made it. Also, you may have won this time Kora, but eventually my grades will surpass yours."

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 "Alright, now turn around again."

 "Ma, the town is just throwing a graduation party. It's not a big deal."

 "You actually passed. I'd say that's a big deal. And you know how your Grandfather is. If you don't look your best, he will make a fuss right there in front of everyone. So, just try." Derek grunted an admission of defeat. His mother was right. If Risteard caught him at a 'formal event' in jeans and a t-shirt, he'd never hear the end of it. But if Derek had to admit anything, he was actually kind of excited. Since he doubted he'd be able to attend the Senior Trip, it was likely this would be his final night with all of his classmates together. Even if a lot of them still hated his guts.

 Looking in the tall mirror, Derek saw himself wearing a white button shirt, black slacks, suspenders, and black tie. He smiled as he saw himself standing there. Derek was happy with his present self. Who knows what he'd be like if he had stayed on his past track. Then in the other room, he heard the door slam shut. "Crap, I thought he wouldn't get back for another hour." Derek wanted to tell his mom that it was okay, but Mike burst in through the door before he could.

 "Oh, hi, Derek. That party is tonight, right?"

 "Obviously, Mike. Why else would I be dressed so snazzy."

 "HEY! I'm your father, and you will not talk to me with that snarky attitude." The strong scent of alcohol emanated from the man's mouth. He must have run out of money for poker night with his chums.

 "Alright, alright. I apologize. Goodnight." He absolutely despised being remotely kind to the man, but Derek knew that making Mike mad could potentially cause more problems for his mother and siblings. On his way out of the foreign house, he wished his younger half-siblings sweet dreams and departed for his class' graduation party.

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 Entering the town hall, he was excited that he had made it to this day. Hopefully things tonight wouldn't go badly.


[System]
Age:  2320
Class: Warrior – Berserker

Description: Meirie is a 2.30m tall draenei woman, with pale blue skin, shoulder length light brown messy hair and a pair of slightly curved horns pointing backwards. She has youthful face like most women of her race and looks around 25 years old at most in human standards. She is quite beautiful, but always has a strange air of sadness around her. Additionally on her skin could be seen a number of different scars, mostly left by war wounds.

 Years prior when she took part in the fighting in Outland and Northrend, Meirie was always dressed in her full red plate armor, dual wielding a pair of 2 handed swords.

 Now her usual clothing consists of a big loose blouse that she wears without much thought, a pair of short pants, and a pair of metal leg guards.

 Biography: Meirie's story is long, but the most important part of it starts around the time when the orcs were being corrupted by the demons, slowly pushed towards wiping out the draenei. The draenei were not prepared for what was to happen and Meirie was one of them. One day by complete chance when she was exploring the wilds, she stumbled upon a strange gathering of orcs. Assuming that something was going on and they may need help, she approached, but it turned out she stumbled right into the hands of a warlock gathering. To her horror, realizing what was going on, she tried to fight and escape to warn her people, but she was not armed enough to fight such great numbers. She was an incredible warrior, but she was only armed with a spear at the time. Eventually she got captured and dragged away to some tower where they locked her up. Following her capture, she was put through countless experiments and torture, as her captors didn't even consider her a living being.

 She had no idea for how long she was captured, for the constant tortures and drugs and whatever else the warlocks wanted, kept her in almost constant state of confusion. Eventually in her daze, she overheard some of the warlocks talking about her worst nightmares, they planned to lead the orc tribes towards the purge of all draenei. After that event, Meirie pulled all her willpower, trying to figure out an escape attempt that will allow her to warn her people. The only good opportunity was when she was being tortured.

 Following her plan the next day, when she was taken out from her cell for the daily fun of the warlocks, she put her scheme into motion. Her captors liked to hang her by the chain on her arms on a hook attached to the ceiling. As she was hung there, they began cutting at her skin with grotesque blades, so serrated that there was no way the wounds will heal normally. In a rush of power, fueled by desperation and pain, she managed to violently jump from her position and unhook herself from the ceiling. In a single terrifying for the warlocks moment, she snapped their necks before they can react and jumped out the window of hte tower into the river outside.

 In the next few days, she struggled to crawl back to the nearest draenei settlement, but by the time she managed it was already too late. In the end she never had the chance to warn them after all. It all had happened way before she overheard the warlocks. At that time her confused mind had took that they were talking about events to come, while they were actually recalling what already transpired. The thing she arrived at was the aftereffects of a genocide. Her homevillage was burned to the ground, nothing left alive. With trembling feet she crept to her home, where she found 3 charred bodies. Her family... her people... there was nothing left. In her mind the warrior had failed them. She somehow managed to pull together again, for she was convinced there was no way all her people were dead. With tears on her face, she slowly walked away from her destroyed home,

 Through the wilderness she walked, her eyes barely open as she struggled against her own dying body. Meirie had no idea where she was going, she only knew she had to continue to move, to find something... someone... Eventually when she was at the end of her strength and her legs finally gave away, she saw the most horrible sight of them all. Even from the great distance it was posible to clearly see the long blue road... leading to a huge stone gateway. Her heart froze in that one moment, for she understood why the road was blue... it was the corpses of countless draenei. In that one moment her mind could no longer take it and she simply broke. Her body lossing it's final strength and she crumbled onto the ground.

 She was soon after found by draenei survivors who were fleeing away and she was taken with them. But she never really recovered after that day. She would simply lay there, sleeping and even the most powerful healers of the draenei couldn't do anything to aid her mind. They healed the wounds on her body, but she never woke up. She slept through the following years until the crash of the Exodar in Azeroth.

 At first her body was weak from all the years of sleep she went through, but she slowly regained her strenght as she took part in the unfolding events in this new world. Still deeply wounded by the events of the past, she never really spoke much, but she had changed. Now possessing an intense hatred for orcs, the once calm warrior had become a fierce berserker. Leaving behind the spear, she once again picked up the sword as a weapon, but now wielding a pair of two handed ones, wearing full plate armor, she waged a crazed battle against all enemy she met. She took part in the worst fighting again as the legion started to invade through the dark portal, and then again in Northrend against the Lichking, but nothing really led her to find peace with her past. After the fall of the scourge she simply left everything. Leaving behind her armor and swords in Exodar, she vanished into the world. Where no one knew her.

 Eventually she made her way to Stormwind, where she started living a humble life. She became a warrior trainer, the wage was mininal, but with a few odd jobs here and there, it was about enough for a rent in an inn and to get herself wasted every night in a cheap tavern somewhere. Her existance in Stormwind caused quite a few gossips for the normal humans who rarely came in contact with other races besides the adventurers who appeared every now and then, wondered what exactly she was doing there. Many couldn't really understand why would someone like her live the way she is. She didn't really have much friends if any and she was constantly broke, having to loan money from others every now and then. Even warriors with whom she once fought side by side couldn't recognize her as they passed each other in the streets of Stormwind.

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There was an awkward moment as the group eventually came to realize what had happened to Serphia, and presumably, to Rithrynn as well.

Sharon felt the palm of his hand instinctively try to move towards his face, but managed to resist the urge to face palm at the whole ordeal. Letting out a long sigh, he would eventually speak up, looking at Liaena.

"Substitute boyfriend with potentially hyper-obsessive, power-loving dominatrix girlfriend, and I believe you may have reached your mission goals." He would comment, offhandly considering teleporting back to his office. Though he was not sure if he would even find Rithrynn there anymore.

Still, there was another matter that required his attention.

Looking down at the Draenei Death Knight now lying in the slurry, half-melted snow in front of them, with an equally unconscious Night Elf watcher lying on top of her in turn; using the Death Knight as a big mattress; Sharon would nod.

"We definitely should interrogate her before anything else." Sharon concluded with a thoughtful expression on his face as he analysed Malizia.
"She is bound to have valuable information. Granted, interrogating a Death Knight is not something that I have ever done before. We also have some intruders masquerading as Night Elves in the mansion, whom we should probably deal with as well."

Still, Sharon thought, in all of the chaos that had ensued, there was one thing that had worked out in their favor.

"Thankfully, I think Rithrynn will buy us valuable time by... distracting Serphia. Still, we probably should try to help the girl before she gets too deep into trouble."

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"My body heals fast due all the training I went through. Once I fix and patch up my clothes it will be like the fight didn't even happen… "

"Oh don´t be silly, miss! Physical exercise does not help your body heal faster. Only proper diet, sleep, divine and transmutation magic can hasten the body´s natural regenerative properties!" Vashi was quick to interject, correcting the Draenei as she "guided" her towards the mansion door.

"I may be no official healer, but through my long studies, I´ve come to learn a bit about everything aswellasincludingthelonglostsecretsandcosmicpowerofthearcane, and additionally enough about physiology to tell you that that is just not... "

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh... "

However, as she was rambling away and had just extended her arm to reach out towards the ramshackled mansion door, a loud gasp of sheer delight from what Vashi recognised to be from no one else but Serphia suddenly emanated from one of the windows high above the roof!

...

For a moment, Vashi would not speak at all. Instead, she would simply stare at the door with a raised eyebrow. The momentary confusion would not last long however, as she promptly opened the door and walked in.

" ... as I was saying, or rather, to summarise it all up, you need to be checked. You were hit by a Runeblade. Do you have any idea how dangerous those things are?" Vashi said, but would throw Mei a sly wink as they entered into the main atrium. At this point, the full out melee brawl that had been going on earlier had simmered down...

... somewhat.

That being, the number of fighting Night Elves had been reduced by a large amount. Most of them had either retreated to the side to try to recover or throw off their dizziness, and a lot of them were knocked down on the ground, lying sprawled about in various different poses. In the middle of the room, Lithrielle and Aleena could be seen in a fierce competition with some of the remaining sentinels.

"And don´t mind those two, it´s quite a normal celebration!" Vashi would quickly explain to Mei in reference to Aleena and Lithrielle as she lead the Draenei along the outskirt of the fighting, just as a drunk sentinel wearing a hilariously ill-fitting, half torn ball gown was thrown right past them and into the wall on the opposite side - leaving behind a solid elf-mark in the wall.

"And I think they might be almost done!"


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Alias: Beast (Called Princess Beast by those who know her sweet nature)

Age: Ten

Personality: Belle is one of those people with a complete "can do" attitude. She tries her hardest in everything she does and tries her hardest to keep her teammates positive too. This positivity can come off as clingy annoyance to people who don't like constant interaction. She can also come off as childish or innocent, but she is far from this. Belle has a very youthful personality and an optimistic outlook to life and adventure. She can be quite reckless when she needs to have fun but normally, she'll go about everything with a cool approach.

She is also extremely respectful. If you are older then her then she will listen to anything you say and will do anything you ask her to. Also, like most other children, Belle loves to talk to other people. She can make a conversation out of almost anything, however this sometimes comes as a bad thing since she doesn't understand when she needs to be quiet. She also had the tendency to turn things into games, maybe as a way of dealing with fear and stress.

Powers: Think: Small, speedy, furry hulk. When Belle is in danger, or if the circumstances call for it, her body undergoes a transformation since her 'fight' is might stronger then her 'flight' drive. This transformation pretty much turns Belle into a beast. Her vocalizations become snarls and growls and body becomes stronger and faster. In this form her strength and agility increases. It's extremely hard to calm her down out of this rage, and it usually best to just let herself exhaust herself out of it.

Weaknesses: Whenever her brain shifts over into beast mode, her body tends to focus on things like running away or punching whatever is in her way, not so much higher level thinking. Whenever Belle's body goes through its transformation, her intelligence will drop drastically. This isn't permanent by any means-rather, it's just she'll be operating off panic and instinct rather than reason and logic. Furthermore, her short-term memory will not be working as clearly, so her memory of what happened shortly before the transformation and what occurred during the transformation will be fuzzy.

Finally, similar to growing pains, shifting into a big fuzzy ball of death will cause her to have some residual pain and soreness after wards, along with some pretty heavy fatigue. Maintaining the hyper-metabolism of her furry form for longer than fifteenish minutes (without practice) will be difficult as well-if she fatigues in her beast form, she'll just revert back to a little girl.

Appearance: Despite being a Super, she doesn't seem all that different from a normal child. Belle has a dark skin tone. She is just barely four feet tall, and stands with a very slight hunch. She is also slightly underweight at 65 pounds. She appears very lanky, with small amounts of newly developing muscle mass, and like most children her legs seem to make up most of her height. Belle has soft facial features; big brown eyes, thin lips and a wide nose. Her teeth are slightly crooked, but she still has a nice smile. Her hair is a very dark brown, although people would just call it black, and is extremely messy and all over the place. It consists of all sorts of random consistencies, some loose curls, some tight curls and some soft and thin straight pieces. Despite this, the messy hair looks good on her.

She can normally be seen wearing floral print dresses with matching hair clips stuck up in her hair. She doesn't like wearing shoes, but will sometimes settle for flip flops or loafers to please her parents.

However, when she shifts over into her beast form everything changes. Thick, brown, fur sprouts all over her body. Her fingernails and teeth become long and pointed, her back hunches forward as she runs on her four limbs.

BRIEF Bio: Belle cannot remember much about her life before her powers began to expose. From a young age Belle had been told to keep her powers under control by keeping her emotions always in check. This kept her from going to school like other kids, and kept her away from making relationships with other people other then her parents. Belle often felt guilty about her powers, she made her parents fear her unintentionally. Anything could set her off into a deadly rage. There were times when Belle suddenly woke up to her parents huddling in a locked bedroom, trying to keep Belle out.

Soon the family began to receive threats from neighbors, calling Belle a beast and a monster. And in a turn of events, that seemed more like a blessing, Belle was recruited into the Outsiders. Her parents only hoping she would be trained to ignore her transformations.

What they bring to the team?: A good physical attacker, and an agile one at that. However, she lacks discipline and training. It seems like she is part of the Outsiders because she wants to be able to control herself.
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[User] Stalwart grins at the big hunk of metal charging at him. This should be fun, muscle versus muscle. He settles down, waiting for Ace to join a grapple. If he does, Josh would toss him to the side. If not, Joshua would charge at him in return. Should he be able to toss him to the side then he will attempt to pick him up again to throw him at Jack. Should he have to charge at Ace, he would rear a fist back and let out a roar as he aimed to knock off the android's head.

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When Warpath responded to Johnny's outrage Johnny turned to face him clearly looking furious. "The law isn't the only source of morality in the world, the man's responsible for poverty across the country, how many lives do you think he's taken with his corruption?" Quickly realizing that the entire team were staring at him Johnny just leaned back against the wall lighting up another cigarette. "I won't kill the guy... today, but if they have him against the wall, I might be a second too late." With that Johnny left the matter, he knew he'd be back for Luthor whether it was with the Outsiders or without them he'd make sure the man faced the ruin he had brought upon so many families in the world.

Gazing out of the windows at Metropolis Johnny whistled to himself, this was a big change to what he was used to, he'd spent most of his childhood in hub city and then moving to Bludhaven, Metropolis was a stark contrast to the dingy homes he was used to. Everything looked so grand and affluent, he wondered how much the wiring in one of these buildings cost.

Landing on the Lexcorp building Johnny disembarked from the transport, here he was. The belly of the corporate beast. Entering the room Johnny's eyes immediately met Luthor's, there he was, the man that had orchestrated ever bad event in his life. Johnny's introspection was interrupted by the sound of gunshots, immediately Johnny's cigarette completely burnt away as his hands ignited. One by one his teammates were caught in combat until Johnny was left standing on the fringe of the battlefield. Noticing Thorn carrying Fenrir Johnny was caught in a dilemma, his eyes flicked between Luthor and Thorn. With the flick of a wrist Johnny could take revenge for all that had happened to him, but at the cost of his teammates.

With a sigh and a pained expression Johnny waved a hand towards Luthor's display cabinet without turning to face it, a jet of flame whirled from his hand towards the noble piece prize the display case immediately turning to ash followed by the metal glowing hot red and melting, a reminder to Luthor of just how fortunate he was that Johnny was with the team and not part of the gang. Immediately afterwards Molotov dove next to the now hulking Thorn and the unconscious Fenrir, creating a protective ring of fire around them he awaited an attack from the gangs 'Jack'.

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Jaymi knew he would regret saying anything, or rather thinking it. Naturally, Fenrir thanked him for intervening which is one of the reasons he was on the team. The team leader needed someone to play Switzerland and mediator which made him feel awkward for the most part. It was something he would have to get used to. All the bickering amongst each other was not necessary when there were bigger things at hand to worry about. It was crazy when a verbally and physically abused victim had more sense than most of the others. He could feel eyeballs glare at him when others received his message. They didn't have to say a word. He knew they hated it, well most of them anyway. He turned to look at Ricki after she sat near him, only to immediately look away. Jaymi swallowed a huge gulp after hearing of her blowing planes up 'with her balls' while Tamashi had inferred something sexual for trade of not looking into his head. He didn't know whether to be scared of these comments, flattered, or feel sexually harassed. Although Jaymi just did what he did best. He gave them a long drawn out glare and looked away. He didn't want to encourage anything by responding.

On the way to Metropolis, Poltergeist took the orders that were assigned by Fenrir. Him and Madcap were to deal with the Queen. It sounded simple enough if it wasn't for the fact he had to deal with her illusions to get to it. He had to admit his team leader gave him more credit than he deserved. This mission would really test his telepathic ability. Something just didn't seem right about this mission, however. He felt a huge not in his stomach like things were going to take a turn for the worst. After awhile, the team arrived at their destination on top of Lextower. Jaymi somewhat understood some of the other heroes when they were reluctant to save Lex, especially after everything he's done. However letting him get killed would spark a domino effect that would be disastrous for everyone.

Poltergeist felt bad that they had to leave Belle behind, but he understood why. Despite her powerset, she was still a child. Exposing her to such danger would be careless. He exited the cruiser and followed his teammates into the tower, walking quietly to Lex's office. He could hear voices coming from the other end of the hall as did the rest of his team. Once they entered the office, they were face to face with the Royal Flush Gang. It didn't take long for King to open fire on the Outsiders, with the rest of his team following suit. Fenrir had hit the ground and worry immediately started to consume the telekinetic. Once he had seen that his other teammates were helping him out, he regained his focus.

When bullets began to fly his way, Poltergeist levitated into the air to avoid any conflict on the ground. His first thought was to locate the Queen who had already went into hiding by creating a fake mist. He coated his skin of his body with telekinetic energy to keep himself from getting harmed while he had to do his main task. While his tactile TK was up, he began locating the Queen with his telepathic ability. He scanned every inch of the mist, trying to see if he could get into her head. Finally he heard the Queen going over different scenarios in her head, speaking really rapidly to herself. Looking down at the floor, he noticed Madcap had spotted her as well and immediately started throwing her cards at her. Following suit Poltergeist clenched his fist and shattered every piece of glass in the room at once. Before the glass could hit the floor, he made the pieces levitate upward which started spiraling around the young telekinetic like a cyclone. Raising his hand in front of him, he aimed the shards of glass towards the Queen and fired them like missiles towards her in perfect precision, hoping they would hit.

[Assistant]
After fruitlessly pounding her fists against the door of the cruiser Belle ran out of steam. She settled for sitting on her ground, leaning against the door with a frown. Why had Fenrir left her behind? And why did he leave so suddenly? Surely she would have understood if Fenrir had told her that she was having the super important job of watching the cruiser. But he hadn't even said bye to her, or ruffled her hair. He just set her in the pilots seat and left.

But then a horribly thought crossed her mind. What if Fenrir was mad at her?

Maybe he was angry because she jumped on his back. He clearly hadn't seen her coming, maybe she had startled him so bad that he got angry. Or maybe it was because she got Adam angry at Fenrir. Or maybe it was because of that time last week when she hid a cockroach under his pillow.

Regardless of the reason, Fenrir was mad at her. What if something horribly happened to him? It would be all her fault for getting him so angry. Oh if only she had followed behind him, he defiantly needed her protection.

Belle, unable to stay still any longer, began to pace back and forth.

She was having trouble understanding her own emotions at the moment, which wasn't all that uncommon. She was upset that Fenrir had left her behind after bringing her all the way to the mission site, and yet she felt guilty. As if something she had done had led up to this moment. But looming over every uncertain emotion was rage. Always the rage. Why had she been left behind? Did she not deserve to go with the rest of the team? Was she no more then a chore to baby sit? To be locked away in the cruiser until the adults were done with their work?

The silence of the empty cruiser was soon filled with the sounds of snarls and growls. Something was replacing the gentle interior and exterior of the little girl. Dark fur sprouted out of her skin, her soft eyes turning menacing and yellow. Her teeth and nails began to extend, the later clicking along the floor of the cruiser.


[System]
Age: 211, to his best estimate
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 192 lbs
Race: Vampire
Birthplace: England, circa 1667 (Elizabethan era)
Short Bio: Born in the Elizabethan era and surviving into the Victorian, Vail has seen the rise and fall of two centuries' worth of dynasties—not just human, but supernatural as well. As a member of the Hygrace family, he was raised in the wealth and prestige of the most powerful vampire clan in London. His uncle, Lord Reginald Hygrace, was a respected leader, known across the nation for offering protection to any vampires who needed sanctuary from The Order of the Saints: an influential group of men and women who tracked down and killed the "demons" for a living.

For nearly a century, Reginald's efforts kept both his family and the rest of the vampires safe. However, around the year 1750, he made the mistake of taking in a man named Lord Elias Wynter. At a glance, Elias seemed like just another refugee seeking sanctuary with the Hygrace family, but in truth, he sought to overthrow the ruling dynasty completely.

Unbeknownst to the Hygraces, the Wynters had been plotting for quite a while to take over and change the way that vampires lived in England altogether. They believed that as "superior beings," they should fight back against humans instead of hiding from them in fear. They saw the Hygraces were weak and cowardly, unfit to lead their kind, and so started a rebellion.

When he commenced his attack, Elias managed to kill Reginald, but his attempt to finish off the rest of the oldest generation was cut short by his victim's younger brother—Vail's father—Peter, who went on to take over as the leader of the Hygrace clan in his sibling's stead. Unfortunately, the Wynter family refused to give up after just one defeat and has continued to fight for power against the ruling dynasty ever since.

For Vail, the following century of his life was spent predominantly in hiding. As the son of the most powerful vampire in England, he had to look out not only for members of the Saints but the Wynters as well. With such a large target on his back, he learned how to fight and wield a gun in order to protect himself. Both skills have saved his life since.

Of course, he can't spend all his time in seclusion without going stir crazy, so he finds time to attend parties and other large gatherings put on by other aristocrats in London to get out of the Hygrace manor on occasion.

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Vail paced the edge of his room with restless energy, still reeling from what his father had told him. Another day had passed, but he was still just as upset as before. There was nothing wrong with Sylvia, she was probably the most suitable fiancée Peter could have chosen for him, but he had just made the decision to let Victoria in. Their night together at the inn was still fresh in his mind, from the intimate moments to the quiet conversations they'd had. Even though he had initially planned to use her for her blood, he had come to genuinely like every part of their encounters. He wasn't ready to let them go yet. He wasn't even sure if he could.

Feelings aside, he had developed a taste for her blood that needed satisfying. It would be difficult for him to cut himself off from the source of his addiction so abruptly. Of course, Peter couldn't know this. His father still thought he was just meeting with the Crest heiress for the sake of keeping the Hygrace clan safe. He had no idea just how far Vail had fallen in his pit of sin—nor that he had laid with a human in a way that should have only been reserved for another vampire.

If he was honest, he could see why Peter was taking precautions. He was fully aware of the dangers of falling for a human. Perhaps if the clan leader had arranged his marriage sooner, he wouldn't have let things go so far with Victoria. Unfortunately, as it was, the effort might be too little too late. He was already attached to her like a horse to its rider, and the thought of never seeing her again made him tense.

Frustrated, he fell back on his bed with a groan. He had no idea what to do. On one hand, he wanted to keep meeting with Victoria out of his own selfish desire to have her to himself, but on the other hand, his loyalty to his family told him to obey his father's order to marry Lady Macey. The choice should have been simple, and perhaps it would have been just three days ago, but now that he had crossed past the line of predator and prey with Victoria, he couldn't let go of whatever was going on between them.

To say that he didn't care about her would have been a lie. He knew he was smitten with Lady Crest beyond just his physical draw to her body. He had accepted it. The mischief in her smile and the sound of her melodic voice always coaxed him to relax when he was around her. She was a unique woman, even if she was a human, and he couldn't help the fact that he found everything about her attractive. He wished he could express the weight of his emotions to his father, but he knew Peter would never understand. The clan leader was paranoid to a fault. He would only see Victoria as a threat. There was no way for Vail to have her and keep his family's approval.

Maybe I'll find Sylvia attractive when I get to know her better, he thought with a discouraged exhale, resting his forearms over his face. Right now, he couldn't think about any other woman the way he thought of Victoria, but perhaps that was just because he hadn't been around any others recently. He still despised the thought of giving the Crest heiress up, but did he even have a choice? Peter had made his decision. If he disobeyed the order to court and marry Lady Macey, he had no idea what would happen. He had never directly gone against his father's wishes before. There was safety in listening to the leader of the Hygraces, who offered protection against anyone who wished do him harm, but what if he was exiled from the manor for his incompliance? The thought made him shiver apprehensively.

Overwhelmed by the weight of both choices, he crawled under the blankets on his bed and pulled them over his head, hoping a nap might help him clear his mind. He certainly needed one after mulling the dilemma over for hours. Maybe when he woke again, he would finally have an answer.

[Assistant]
Ray heard the screams coming from Lady Crest's room. He practically kicked down the door to get to her. He had his guns drawn and as he entered, he saw Lord Spencer about to take advantage of the weakened woman. "Spencer stop it!" He aimed his gun at the vampire, his glare meant business, he wasn't afraid to pull the trigger and end the Lord right here, spurring the fury of the Wynter clan.

Spencer looked over at Ray with blood red eyes, Victoria was frozen in fear beneath him, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. Spencer looked like he was about to leap at the Saint, Ray squeezed lightly on the trigger button of the pistol. If Gerald found this, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him now. He had put up with him far too long, throwing his weight around. Spencer growled in a feral rage, fangs fully extended and bared at the Saint ready to strike. A human had gotten in the way of his pray. He was not pleased. Spencer could rip the entire Order to shreds right now but he knew they could whisk Victoria away somewhere he'd never find her.

He contemplated the risk versus the cost. Ray also had a silver bullet that could pierce his heart no matter how fast he was. He slowly let go of the heiress and calmed himself. He refused to believe he was lowlife vampire feral scum who gave into their emotions. He was smarter than that. He retracted his fangs and got off the girl. He wiped the saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth and glanced at his prey. She shakily grabbed the cover and pulled it over herself to hide her naked form from sight. The adrenaline helped her to gain some energy.

Spencer straightened his jacket. He knew this wasn't the way to seduce her. Not with anger. He would have to paralyse her with his pheromones when she was a little stronger to hold herself up otherwise she'd only be like a floppy puppet. He sighed and nodded to Ray, composing himself. He didn't apologise for what he tried to do, he merely stormed out of the room. As he left, Ray kept his gun on him at all times until he left the landing entirely. He then rushed to Victoria's side. "Are you hurt?" He asked her, she managed to shake her head. She whimpered as her lip quivered. It wasn't the fact Spencer hit her and threw her across the room, nor that he was draining her blood. It was the fact he had tried to force himself upon her. It was the most unpleasant experience.

Ray shushed her from whimpering, which turned into sobbing. He sighed and looked around, he didn't know how to handle the emotional woman and so gingerly took her in his arms and cradled her. She cried into his chest as he rocked her gently. She only wished it were Vail comforting her instead.