[System]
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16 // Feb 29 // Female░░

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HOBBIES

Singing, star gazing, reading, fortune telling

HEIGHT / WEIGHT

5'3 (161.5 cm), 102 lbs (46.2 kg)

PERSONALITY

At first glance, Yvaine would seem to many a pillar of elegance. She carries herself with an almost regal manner, not imposing but compelling all the same, and exudes an air of gentleness that can be quite infectious. Children and the elderly in particular seem to take solace in her presence; one of the younger girls in the convent used to say she had the same effect on her as her favorite doll. Genuine to a fault, Yvaine has a tendency to overextend her generosity if someone so much as looks at her with pleading eyes.

Her naturally soft-spoken voice and traditionally feminine sensibilities serve to reinforce the image of her as this graceful person, but in truth, her outward poise belies a clueless, wide-eyed romantic with embarrassingly pure notions about the world at large. All the years she spent behind the walls of the priory has definitely skewed her perception of reality. Most of her worldly knowledge was attained through books and the alternatingly sugar-coated or embellished stories told by the priory's novices. As a result, Yvaine tends to see blue skies and silver linings.

Perennially curious and laughably gullible, Yvaine's desire to learn about the world, supplemented by her wild imagination, will have her believing everything she's told.

HISTORY

Orphaned at an early age, Yvaine was raised by the renowned sisters of the Priory of St. Cecilia alongside other young girls sent there to receive holy orders. For a long time, her whole world consisted only of the convent and its daily goings-on. She had to earn her keep by running errands about the priory: cooking, cleaning, and everything else in between. Despite not being officially enrolled as an apostle, she was exposed to the classes being taught so often that she eventually picked up on the art. She learned the tenets of the faith and the ways of holy magic, and although she only got to practice when the other students lent their scrolls and scriptures, she would prove to have a natural inclination for it.

When the abbess found out, she immediately imposed upon her a series of trials to further assess her abilities. Not a week later, an eccentric nobleman arrived at the convent, seeking Yvaine and claiming guardianship over her. The process was remarkably instantaneous: one moment, she was running errands as usual and the next, she was whisked away by a complete stranger, to the world that lay beyond the convent walls. Even now, Yvaine hasn't found out how her guardian procured the necessary paperwork needed as proof, but she admires him for his beyond generous contribution to the priory.

Yvaine didn't know what to expect when she stepped into the carriage with her mysterious guardian, but going from the priory directly to the famous Academy of Might & Magics was beyond even the scope of her imagination.

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✰ combat

CLASSIFICATION

Magic

MANA COLOR

A bright gold that seems to almost gleam and glow, especially under a night sky.

MANA CHARACTERISTICS

An inviting embrace that makes you feel at peace. Simultaneously like basking in the sun, with a cool breeze lapping at your skin and bathing in the moon's glow, its light warm and soothing.

EQUIPMENT

𝑪𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 - In place of the standard mage's spellbook, Yvaine uses a hymnal scroll that contains the celestial dieties' sacred texts and its accompanying musical score. There are a wide variety of hymns available at her disposal, but in order to use it to its full potential, Yvaine must not only know the words and the melody, but understand its meaning as well.

MAGIC

Hymn Magic: Astrolatry

SPELLS

Sunrise
『 The Sun ☼ 1st score, 2nd verse 』

As Yvaine sings the hymn, a small glowing glyph appears beneath the intended target's feet. The person will feel a gentle warmth envelop them, soothing any pain they may have as wounds begin to mend and ailments are alleviated. The more severe the injury, the longer the hymn has to be drawn out.

Lunar Eclipse
『 The Moon ☾ 3rd score, 8th verse 』

Yvaine summons a protective barrier around the target that lasts as long as she can properly perform the hymn. Its shape is dependent on the current phase of the moon, which means it is only all-encompassing during a full moon. On a new moon, the spell acts differently: while Yvaine is unable to cast the barrier around others, she can cast it on herself, at which point the barrier not only repels attacks, but redirects it in turn.

Starfall
『 The Star ✫ 5th score, 4th verse 』

Yvaine calls forth stars to rain down from the sky, creating blinding pillars of light that strike within the vicinity. If a star comes into contact with someone, the person is momentarily stunned.

Constellation: Pegasus
『 The Star ✫ 2nd score, 3rd verse 』

Yvaine sings a short hymn that grants her a temporary pair of wings--small and glowy, looking almost like they're made of thousands of tiny stars--and the ability to fly.

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✰ parameters

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MANA

★★★★★ |

CHANNELING

★★★★☆ |
MAGIC

★★★★★ |
TECHNIQUE

★★☆☆☆ |
STRENGTH

★☆☆☆☆ |
SPEED

★★★☆☆ |
BODY

★☆☆☆☆ |
INTELLECT

★★★☆☆ |

[User]
Train - 5th car

Mandi had tilted the head to the left and right as Misaya began to address the mage from out of nowhere, the words spoken were met with a blank facial expression before Mandi's hands began to clap. "Oh! That kind of rhymed, I think. What did you say again?" The hydromancer had tapped it's chin with a single finger, looking Misaya over momentarily as Alberta didn't seem willing to answer the questions posed.

"Oh nevermind~." The hydromancer waved one of it's hands in a dismissive manner before having gotten seated at one of the remaining spots, remaining quiet for the remainder of the train-trip.

Genelogia - Outskirts

Mandi had chosen to remain silent even as the class and the professor got off the train. But the young mage was making good use of it's eyes and ears, making sure to hear out what the professor was saying and secondly the other students. When it came to sights, there were the strange autumn coloured trees, a desolate looking village and lastly a villager which seemed to be afflicted by something. Mandi had some suspiciouns of what it possibly could be, but what use would there be in telling the others about it all? The trip through the forest had been just like any other stroll for Mandi who happened to do plenty of wandering about. Whereof it were indoors, in a forest or a road didn't matter much. There were after all plenty of things to think about while walking, while at the same time looking for things of interest. As it were now however, Mandi's classmates were delving into such matters.

'If they need something they will ask, though the likelihood of that is far lower now...' The mage thought, with a slight exhale, blowing some strands of hair away from it's face.

[Assistant]
Sophiel Sargute

After that little embarrassing train conversation with Ty, she left him once the train arrived at their destinations. Still a little red, she sighed before taking a deep breath. Note to self, practice tolerance. She felt a little inflicting pain onto her classmate just because she was embarrassed, so she needed to work on that later. For now, she would have to stay vigilant as they made their way to a village. Staying close to Yvaine, she remembered the young girl talking to Sekhandur earlier. While she didn't talk to Sekhandur that much, he was a possible bad influence by the way he carried himself. Standing boldly like a king with no land to call a kingdom.

While she couldn't tell the mana any different like her classmates, she did notice their attentiveness towards their surroundings. Looking at it now, she understood why. The leaves were out of the season. Currently, it was spring yet the leafs were colored as if it was fall. "How strange," She muttered to herself as they made their way towards the village. For her first time visiting a village, she doubted that she was going to see a thriving community that Ty would have told her it would be.

When they arrived at the village, her suspicions were confirmed as it looked like the village was quarantining itself. Some houses boarded up, the village itself seemingly thrived on silence, and there was an ill villager on the grounds of the village. His skin was had become bark like and had a vacant expression. Alberta was right, though she could have put it a little more politely, they shouldn't try to talk to the villager. Who knows what might happen. "Yvaine, stay close to one of us." Sophiel said. Knowing Yvaine, she'd probably attempt to heal the villager in order to cure him or relieve him in whatever pain was he in.

She agreed to what Kiara had to say, however she felt a little angry when she did, they should gather as much as intel before taking action. "Agreed, hopefully there are some who are left unaffected by whatever is happening here." There was also one more thing she wanted to know. How long has this affliction been happening? Looking at the man it may have been recent but looking up at the boarded houses, she would have to beg to differ. "What kind of artifact did the thieves steal from the archives?" She muttered to herself. Her classmates were most likely thinking the same. It seemed their professor was just a clueless as they were. Was it truly the artifact, or was it something else entirely?


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

Physical Description:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
"... And anyway Karram, so Augusts said to me, 'Think of the children Parry! Think of all the poor little supernatural children you see every day, and how they'll be left to the whims of an Egyptian High Priest who fancies himself a god just because he could walk in and kill my uncle.' So hearing that, I couldn't help but say 'You know what Augustus? I have just the thing for you.' So I went upstairs and brought down this old thing I picked up in Alexandria a while back. Not much, but it was a legit Egyptian Charm to the goddess Isis, and I handed it over and said 'This should keep you safe against old Egyptian magic.' And Augustus said 'Thank you Parry! Thank you! You're so generous and so much better dressed than I am. Why, I look like I just came out of a frat party compared to you. And you've got a baby on your hip.' So I said-"

Which was the precise time Flint slammed on the other pedal, putting the car in a rapid stop, while Parry's face landed right into the driver's seat with a quiet and not very good sounding CRUNCH. Parry had to reach into his pocket for an old hankie to press against his nose with one hand while the other took a swipe at the back of Flint's head. "DON'T BRAKE SO FAST," he yelled, his voice distorted as he tried to stop the bleeding from his broken nose.

He was vaguely aware of getting out of the back seat of the car and walking behind Flint and Beth, but too absorbed in his own thoughts to really care what was going on or where they were going.

Without skipping a beat, he turned back to Karram the Fae. "So anyway, I said to Augustus 'Just be a doll and don't tell anyone you were here. Tony would kill me if he found out you knew we were all put up in my place. And Augustus said 'Cross my heart Parry you stud muffin.' So- oh. Oh, we're here!"

'Here' turned out to be yet another relic from a bygone era. A nuclear fallout bunker at the end of a tunnel beneath a parking garage? Parry didn't really know why all his friends were stuck in the past like they seemed to be. Rikive in the Middle Ages, Tony was perpetually reliving 'Nam, and Flint just couldn't get out of the '30s. The present was so much more fun. Couldn't Tony have set up in a Penthouse Suite instead?

Parry hissed as he felt his long hair brush against a spiderweb, sending him running through the bunker's front door whimpering like a child stung by a bee.

"You get this place fumigated regularly, right Tony?" He asked, pulling the bloody cloth from his face. "I mean, no bugs or anything? I had the center cleaned out once a month as a rule. If it has more than six legs it isn't fit to walk this plane." Parry stumbled into the bathroom, still chattering away as he tried to find a light switch to check his face. "I'm covered on clothes for the next day. Just point me to the nearest dry-cleaner if you can. We need to figure out a plan to go on the offensive, find some information about what Nemsemet wants with-"

The sight of his nose, crooked and weeping blood, brought the shrillest, blood-curdling scream from the bathroom Parry had ever heard himself make. The mirror was broken in a spiderweb pattern, the medical supplies in the cabinet behind it spilled out onto the floor, and the Celestial threw himself out into the kitchen and grabbed Tony by the shoulders shaking him furiously.

"FUCK IT! I need a plastic surgeon to fix my nose. NOW!"

[Assistant]
Rikive walked around the bunker to study it and burn off the energy humming in her veins. Driving the old car had been fun and exhilerating; even with Tony in the passenger seat and shouting at her. She thought she had done well, they arrived to the location in one piece didn't they? It was a mission success in her mind.

She turned her attention back to the group at the mention of clothes and looked down at her leather jacket. There was a small hole in the front where she'd been hit by that bullet and an even bigger one on the back. The dark brown leather was now stained with blood and she didn't know if it could be repaired. Too bad, she really liked the jacket.

Dismissing the thought she leaned back against a wall, frowning as she began to go over the events of the attack. When she had been informed the enemy was from ancient times, some part of her had assumed he wouldn't use modern weapons. Especially since they caused such a scene to develop; either the ancient mummy hadn't known or far more likely didn't care. With that damned curse on the city preventing people that were informed from leaving or communicating with the outside world; Nemsemet could do whatever he pleased. So it stood to reason, he didn't give a rats ass about subtlety.

Rikive shut her eyes and thumped her head against the wall. She was thrilled to discover her swords ability to form a shield, it had even proved effective against bullets. Clearly though, the way she had been taught to fight would not be enough if they were to go up against those weapons again. Maybe her sword could prove useful, but the old weapon wasn't giving up its secrets easily. Perhaps it was punishment for it being taken from Jötunheimr all those centuries ago.

She remained quiet for a few moments, lost in thought and listening to the other's converse. So distracted by her thoughts she nearly jumped out of her skin when Parael started screaming. Fear another attack she pulled her sword from it's sheath as the scabbard transformed into a shield on her arm. It took her a moment to realize they were not under attack and huffed, willing her sheath to return to normal and sliding her sword back into it's home.

She walked over to the counter and tried to dislodge Parael's hands from Tony's shoulders. "Parael I can fix your nose!" She shouted over his yelling and crying. "Calm down, I can heal it if you will release Tony." Speaking of she turned to Tony and asked, "Does this place have guns? I wish to learn to use one."

[User]
"AK's are right here," he gestured to the bag he'd stashed them in when they were coming down -- because he didn't need Bobby to see that shit and freak out, "But we'll handle that after..." he shrugged as if to point out that Parael's nose was probably a bigger concern than explaining firearms, particularly safe handling, to Sturm Und Drang.

Well, the Kalashnikov was ideal in one sense. It was designed to be taught quickly to Siberian peasants. He tried to disengage Parael's hands off him so he could go over to one of the footlockers in the place -- he seemed to have more storage here than things stored, and grabbed an outfit that was essentially a copy of the first. Tony knew how to wear a suit and tie and look stylish when he was doing it, but this place wasn't set up to support his not for profit operations, it was set up with the idea of survival in mind. So he had a lot of the sort of gym clothes that lycans wore when expecting trouble, including shoes, because changing would fuck up a pair of nice dress shoes in a heartbeat.

In any case, he pulled on the clothing and laid the AK's and the ammo on the table -- not much, but hey, it was there if they needed it. He waited for the healing of Parael's nose to commence before he put in his two cents.

"Taking the offensive? Shit, man, I don't know. Those goons we encountered were thralls, I could smell the v-blood on them. Nemsemet might be old fashioned, but he's got at least one of the vampire elders on his side, which maybe explains why he wiped out Caradoc's court left and right -- promotion opportunities. That's the only way I can figure on so many thralls showing up well armed and with a plan like that." He drummed his fingers on the table as he took a chair, once the AK's were laid out -- they weren't exactly dirty enough to bother cleaning, yet.

"Guess it depends on what you want to hit. Until we know how to kill Nemsemet, we're as bad off on odds as Augustus was. Of course, that boy was kinda dumb and entitled, but you know what I mean."

[Assistant]
Claudia turned to Tony, raising an eyebrow at the nickname. She turned her attention back to the room ahead, gun raised and ready to shoot. No more goons came, which either meant that they were all dead, or they were closing in and waiting for an opportunity to attack. Most likely the latter. After a few minutes there was a string of unintelligible words from the Blonde, Parry. After that Tony left the building, and she followed, still facing the building with her gun at the ready. She listened as he gave someone directions, before turning on her heel and following him to an old-fashioned car. She guessed it was stolen by the state of its window, and the fact that the barbaric woman was at the wheel. Claudia slipped into the backseat and kept an eye outside as the man took them through the route to wherever they were going.

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They arrived not long after, heading to a garage of sorts. Tony spoke with a security guard before ordering the group to follow him. They progressed through a series of tunnels, in the dark. Not that she minded, she had frequented a few sewers as way of safe passage back in the day. She just hoped that others wouldn't do something such as scream about the filth and insects, especially that odd Parry person. They finally made it to the entrance to the bunker, and Claudia listened half-heartedly as Simba the were-lion briefed them on the state of supplies.

The bunker was fine, at least in better condition than her home. Home, she had left most of her weapons as well as her dog there. She would have to go back eventually, before her place got torched like Parry's. She was brought back from her thoughts once again as the aforementioned man came running back into the living space and practically tackled Tony. Claudia slowly walked over to join the group as Rikive and Tony pried the bawling mans hands off of the lycanthropes shoulders. Eventually they succeeded and weapons were layer on the table. The conversation turned to Nemsemet, and Claudia crossed her arms over her chest as a thought occurred to her. Should she tell these people who she was and who she worked for, or used to work for, or keep it to herself. The former option lead to more danger, but maybe if she contributed it would further their efforts to get rid of Nemsemet.


[System]
Age: 21
Gender: female
Species: Forest Nymph
Powers/Abilities: Can speak to plants and birds, cajoling them to help her
Fairytale: Cinderella

Part in Story: Cinderella
History: In her tale of Cinderella, the prince was in love with another man who had perfect feet. When his lover was executed and he was made to look for a wife, and Ella happened to be wearing glass slippers. Her saw her pretty pale feet and tried to force her to marry him then and there, but instead she fled. She had no wish to be locked up in a tower like other princesses. She liked her calm quiet life of flowers and sewing and cooking. It was peaceful. So her younger stepsister took her place as Cinderella. And Ella was left to live in her father's cottage, deep in the woods, surrounded by flowers, trees and music.

Personality: She is not as passive and obedient as everyone thinks. In fact the first prince that tried to married had a foot fetish and wanted to lock her up in his kingdom. Instead she fled and let her younger stepsister take her place, since she was more willing. Of course she is very sweet and kind, enjoying small tasks like sewing and cleaning, but that is only because people won't ask her to do things for them. Independent, she takes pride on being able to defend and take care of herself. She enjoys singing, as most do, but her singing is always in her native tongue of Russian when she wishes for the plants or birds to help her in someway.

Family: Father (deceased) Mother (deceased) Step Mother (living) Stepsisters (living) Prince Mischov (brother-in-law; ex-fiancee)

Other: She is not the clean freak everyone thinks her to be. Why else was she nicknamed 'Cinder' Ella?

[User] Summer and Fall are gone, with old man Winter taking their place. Frost and cold had spread their tendril fingers over the land, leaving the Enchanted Forest covered in a veil of soft snow. The vast forest is deep and dark, even without its usual canopy of thick lush leaves, though evergreens and the like are plenty and flourishing. And in the heart of this tangled winter land is a small cottage, once covered with flowers and plants, now snuggled in snow. Its eyes warm and glowing, smoking a thin cloud of aromatic cedar, cradling an almost-princess in the heart of its warmth. She sits near the hearth and rocks slowly, a wild cat curled near her feet, a mere companion in the frozen storm that slowly sneaks through the darkening evening. A blizzard is soon to set in and the woman is hardly expecting company, which slowly trudges its way to her door.

[Assistant]
The blizzard seemed to come from nowhere. The young man had seen snowstorms leap into existence before, but this was by far the worst one he had dealt with. Looking back, it was no wonder his dog Riley had went back home. He'd always been a smart dog. He trudged on as the snow and wind battered his body. It was cold, even through his fur coat and long johns.

Drake thought he was heading to his snug little cabin, but after an hour, he knew that he was lost. The freezing air and howling wind seemed to suck the heat from his body. By the second hour it felt like his bone marrow had been replaced with ice.

By the third he thought he heard his mother's voice on the wind. Just rest a bit, my little dragon, it seemed to say, using the pet name she had called him when she was alive. But Drake knew that if he were to curl up now and sleep, he would wake up in the afterlife.

By the fourth hour he was about to give in. However he saw something that snapped him awake. Lights! he thought. A cottage!

[User]
Ella rocked back and forth steadily as she read by the warm fire in the hearth. A year. A since she had run from that awful excuse of a prince and hidden herself in the forest. Her father's cabin was small but held everything she had needed to learn about how to live alone in the woods. The basement below was stocked well, something throughout the summer and fall Ella had continued to stock, and there was more than enough firewood to keep the small house warm. Her delicate hands had bled but were now calloused enough to keep up with her work. And a the scruffy practically wild cat that had lived in the woods, was now her constant companion in the lonely winter nights.

Looking up from her book, the small clock on her mantel chimed six. Six and it was already so dark out? A blizzard really much of set in over the course of the short day. Getting to her feet, the wild cat looked up, but quickly settled himself when he realized there was nothing to be alarmed about. Giving a small laugh, Ella went to the kitchen area and started to prepare the vegetables and meat for her dinner. A nice stew sounded good. The bones she had kept boil all day had surely made a nice broth by now. Humming to down out the moaning wind, the young woman continued her work without any notice of the dark nearly frozen figure trudging his way towards her cottage.

[Assistant] Drake didn't even knock on the front door of the cottage. His mind was confused and muddled, but one thing was clear: he needed warmth. The young man shut the door behind him, and although he didn't realize it, with the snow clinging to his clothes, and fur exposed on his hood, he looked like some kind of yeti. "S-S-So s-s-sorr-rr-rry ab-b-b-bout barging in," he managed to get out. "F-F-Freez-z-zing outside!" Without another word he moved in front of the fireplace to warm up.


[System]
Age: 777
Gender: Androgynous (often answers to male pronouns)
Breed: Retired Celestial ('Nephilim')

Physical Description: (Because I can never get pictures to work right >.< )
Parael stands just shy of 6 feet tall, near 130lbs, with long golden hair grown down to his shoulders, often done up in a ponytail. When working at his center he's dressed in ragged jeans and a clean vest with a diaper bag over his shoulder. On the streets he often wears a button up vest, while channeling his powers can reveal ethereal wings that no longer physically exist.

Talents:
Parael lost most of his Celestial powers after he retired and became Nephilim, but he has picked up a few skills here and there since becoming half human...

- Divine Light: Normally deadly and natural to a full Celestial, Parael was taught to channel Divine power through his human hands roughly 500 years ago. Through human conjuring, this power is little more than a bright and hot flare.

- Glamour: By necessity, Parael has learned to harness human illusion powers to maintain glamours around himself and his place of business, disguising himself against mortal eyes.

History:
Parael doesn't like to discuss his history from before his retirement to the human world ("I abhor getting involved with all the human dogma over whose Creator is right. You all need to stop worrying your lovely faces about that and get to the business of living!") But certain individuals believe that he was present shortly after the moment of creation, this revelation coming from nights involving too much alcohol and pillow talk- and as with all such talk, could easily be a fabrication. Whatever precipitated Parael to hang up his wings in the Middle Ages is between Parael and whatever Celestial ordered him around at the time.

After coming down to Earth in the Far East during the Middle Ages and being tutored in human culture by a Chinese dragon, Parael hitch-hiked across the silk road with a Djinni caravan, partied in Europe among the Faerie courts through the Renaissance, sailed across the Atlantic to South America to run with were-jaguars during the Age of Exploration, chillaxed in the Caribbean with wizard cabals through to the 1800s, and finally settled in New Camden during the modern era. It wasn't until settling Camden that he actually began to buy into the tributary system and managed to cultivate a number of relationships with the ruling council of the city ("'Cultivate' is such a cleaned up word, darling! I got around. A lot.")

Celestial blood is a much desired commodity in the magical world, being used for anything from spell components in Elixers of Life to psychotropic drugs for werewolves. His identity as a Celestial would be impossible to conceal forever, so Parael worked out a deal with the city's vampire leader Caradoc de Lacy to provide a certain tithe of blood every month, allowing the vampire to store and imbibe it whenever he liked- negating the deadliness of sunlight to the city's leader for a few hours at a time. Being able to surprise his foes at high noon while they plotted against him was a boon the vampire couldn't afford to pass up. Caradoc, meanwhile, protected Parael's identity as a Celestial from the general supernatural population, eliminating anyone who got too close to the truth of how he could move about during daylight hours.

This protection became doubly handy when, in the Moral Panic of the 1980s, the human city council tried to shut down Parael's daycare center under the pretense of "protecting children from the homosexual menace." Caradoc stepped up and bullied the council into keeping away, but the Celestial soon found himself in deeper debt to Caradoc for the intercession.

Caradoc's human rival, Baroness Augusta, a wizard with an arsenal of magic at her disposal, lost three magi trying to discern how Caradoc could move about seemingly at random during the day. When she discovered the existence of Parael, the two leaders called a council to discuss his presence in Camden. Parael doesn't know what accord they came to, but the inquiries from the city's wizards did stop.

To the supernatural "public" of Camden, Parael is still an eccentric magi who is good with kids and operates out of a daycare center on the East Side. Parael pays tribute by watching over the children of other paranormals, occasionally enchanting them with glamour to pass under mortal gaze when not in full control of their powers; and most importantly, by his blood tithe to the Prince ("And judging by how Baroness Augusta's wrinkled face is looking, the covens are getting a cut too. Unless that's Botox she's taking and I'm wrong.")

With the arrival of Nemsemet and the eradication of the Count and his court, Parael is feeling the pressure whether to go underground or to step up and fight. Coming out of retirement is not in the cards, as a full Celestial entering battle with Nemsemet may emerge victorious, but the clash could level the city of New Camden and everyone in it. For now his daycare center has turned into nothing less than a fortified bunker with wizards and faeries placing wards all over the grounds to protect their next generation from the wrath of Nemsemet...

Psychological Profile:
Parael is a bubbly, flirtatious individual who is absolutely enthralled with the modern mortal world. The iPhone is a greater wonder than all the stars in the sky ("Except for Orion, that sly stud!"). His identity as an ex-Celestial is a closely guarded secret however, and he is supremely sensitive to anyone bringing up the idea that he could be one.

Possessions:
Parael travels light in his day-to-day work. He always has a slick, designer diaper bag on hand from which he pulls all manner of items including toys, food, spellbooks and extra clothes. Buried beneath the floorboards in his bedroom is a dirty, dented iron longsword which he treats with all the reverence of a Colt .45 when in hand.

He does keep an enormous collection of mementos in his apartment. He still has a silk robe which he picked up from his landing in China, which he often lays about in during his off hours, a set of jeweled earrings from India during his trek across the Silk Road, a silver Fairy Sword he got from the Queen of Spring in a tournament ("I'm not bragging, but it was actually the prize in a beauty contest."), and a collection of Obsidian daggers and war clubs during his time in the South American jungles with the were-panthers ("I've yet to find better steak knives and meat tenderizers!").

Yes, and: Parael Magnus hunkered down right after the appearance of the dread Nemsemet, warding his daycare center to try and hide the fact that he was a Celestial from the enemy and providing a place of safety for anyone else who needed a way to lay low...

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Beth let out a snort at Flint's wording, but she left the teasing for later. She considered his words while brushing a hand through her tangled hair. Other "gifted" beings were the most difficult bodies to take possession of, but she had never tried a vampire before, nor had she spent very much time in their preferred businesses. No doubt an elder would be impossible to possess, so that was ruled out. Someone else within the elder's circle, though, someone less powerful, she could use them. But what for? Beth huffed; at this rate, she would be good for nothing but the attack.

It seemed the same was true for Rikive. For different reasons, of course. Leaning back in the chair, Beth began to rock on its back legs absent-mindedly. The movement created a soft creak every so often. She watched the other people in the room, propping her elbow on the back of the chair and rubbing her temples. Her mind ran a number of simulations, plotting the course of future events in as many different variations as she could think of, and each ended the same way.

It was almost amusing. Without knowing what Nemsemet's equivalent of her cursed pendant was, they were doomed to failure.

She refocussed on the task at hand and a thought occurred: any elder vampire would have an army of lessers and thralls to guard them, especially in their own territory. To take him out, they'd need an army of equivalent size or, since they were lacking in one of those, an assassin.

Beth dropped back onto all four legs with a thud and sat forward. "If we're going to do this and take on Nemsemet, which by the way is insane, then we're going to have to send someone in to confirm this big-shot vamp's involvement with the thralls before we go avenging Parry's wardrobe." Beth hopped to her feet and turned on her heel in a slow circle, eyeing each of the people in the room. "Someone who would conceivably enter such an establishment and can fend for themselves. Alternatively, with some form of back up. You're familiar with that term, right, Flint? Oh, no, you like to work alone." She spun to face Tony and Parael. "If the elder isn't behind those thralls, fucking him up's not going to send the message you're trying to send. Get information first, then act on what we learn."

Finally, she stepped aside to see everyone and folded her arms across her chest. "Volunteers?"

[Assistant]
"Casper's right, but we don't have to go in a club full of vampires and thralls. We can capture a straggler."

He'd spent time getting himself showered and scrubbed down from his little encounter with the thralls, but he seemed clean now.

"Of course, that makes it harder to pick one that's in the know, we'll be taking what we can get if we do it that way. But it's easier to grab one and stash them in a van," that they'd have to steal, "without having to take on every vamp in the place."

He didn't necessarily want to be the one sent in there. It was true that vampires and Lycans didn't necessarily get along too well, though it wasn't like those really terrible movies with whatshername the British girl or that Mormon housewife's mawkish fantasies made into lucrative novels. It was more of a thing where dangerous predators gave each other a wide berth. Vampires despised that Lycans got to enjoy the sunlight and the benefits of being alive, while Lycans were annoyed that vampires had their shit together and basically had skills that lent themselves to making a lot of money and living a plush, immortal life of leisure if they saw fit.

So it didn't take much to start a fight, but it wasn't some eternal war. Also, when Vampires decided they wanted to give a shifter trouble, they didn't go and fight them face to face, because the shifter had the edge there. They sent, for example, well-armed thralls or they used the system, which they had the means to infiltrate via the effect of their blood on humans, to fuck with them. For example, Lycanthrope family living in a building? Condemn the building, send in child services, and a whole other mountain of red tape. They tittered over it and had another champagne flute of A+.

"I'm game to help, I just can't see myself being the guy you want to walk in there," Tony concluded.

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The groups quick movement made below made getting information back to Arachne a little slower. Of course once they did get to their destination the news began to make its way up to her. Sadly even if a spider managed to get into the shelter it would not be able to relay what was going on inside. That said the existence of said shelter was quite a surprise. Whoever had found it to begin with was lucky. It was certainly something that she had never seen magic tested against.

Coming out of her room Autumn was dressed in some more casual clothing. Doning the business attire would be a sure fire way to ruin it in the sewers below. Knocking on Gray's door she informed him of their destination. Most likely this would be a first for him as well. The two of them probably wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight if things turned bad, but Gray had some contingencies for that. Given what the group just went through they were likely to be skittish. Arachne would have to bank on her reputation.

Despite living mostly above ground nowadays, she still felt more at home in the depths. The sewers and old subway systems were the modern day caves. The many different paths, turns, and exits were crafted for an ambush predator like herself. Fortunately for everyone that was not her intention right now. Ignoring the graffiti on the walls she just followed the directions of her children. It was no wonder so few know of this location. It was much further than most would care to adventure and probably at one point a heavily guarded secret.

Keeping to her human form and ability made the venture much slower. But she didn't want to highlight what she had hidden from Gray so long anymore that night than she had to. The sun would be rising soon, not that one could this far underground. It meant that most of the creatures that roamed during the night would begin to congregate out of sight. It often made them easier to follow to their hiding places on the occasions they were not leveling a building. She awaited word as the two began to approach the shelter. Depending on how well kept it was they may have a way to tell they were there. But it was also possible that the door sealed them off from everything.

[Assistant]
"The Rusty Steak Knife club? The place run by the Rikkers Clan?"

Billy Rikkers was de Lacy's number two Vampire enforcer in the city right before Nemsemet woke up. He used to be number one, but de Lacy caught hint of a coup brewing in the clan and had used a bottle of Parry's blood, walked halfway across the city with a dozen lycans, and bust in on the noontime negotiations of who would run what when Billy unseated the asshole-in-chief. Billy Rikkers had too many friends to allow de Lacy to knock him off directly. But his biological son and newly made vampire Sebastian Rikkers, had 0 friends of note outside the clan. So Billy had to watch while de Lacy dragged his boy kicking and screaming out the back door, burning up like beef brisket in the sun while de Lacy just stood there, fangs bared in a smile at his treacherous rival.

Parry hadn't been pleased with how his blood had facilitated the act, but he wasn't in a position to tell de Lacy what to do. It was part blackmail, part safety arrangement for himself. de Lacy got to keep going out during the day to smoke his rivals as they plotted against him, and Parry didn't have to put up with a literal and figurative witch-hunt of paranormals after his blood to make Elixers of Life, werewolf hallucinogens, or just enjoy a walk in the park during the daytime. Parael might have been a Celestial, but retiring to Earth made him just as mortal as Flint. One bullet to the head and he was out for the count.

So Parry surprised himself when he stood up in the middle of the group, dusted the soot off of his shirt and said "I suppose I'll jump on the grenade if none of you will. And unlike the rest of you, I have something that Billy Rikkers wants." His hand fished inside the Prada diaper bag until, within its infinite confines, he found the silver flasks that Tony had grabbed from the basement. "And I can play 'Let's Make a Deal' when my life is on the line as good as any wizard."


[System]
"Witch, at your service!~"
Or Selma Baumn. Only those she trusts will get her name though.

Age:
20

Birthday:
Fall 13th

"Well, if it wasn't obvious you funny little human, I am a witch~"
Occupation:
Witch (in training. Shhhhhh. No one knows)

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Background:
Until recently, Selma had been a fairly normal girl. Well, by recently I mean since she was about sixteen. Until then, she grew up in the countryside, a country town a bit of a distance from Bellview. She grew up there, and since her parents were wealthy store owners from the city...well, she turned out somewhat spoiled. Most of her early childhood was spent slacking off, being spoiled, and generally being a brat. Life continued like this for most of her childhood, until one day an odd visitor came to the town.

Being the somewhat curious child she was, she took an interest in this cloaked stranger. It didn't take her long to figure out that this stranger, wasn't exactly your average traveler. She was a witch. You know, like, the magic ones who turned people into toads. Selma was instantly fascinated. It took some coercion to be able to convince the witch to teach her and that she wasn't going to be a nuisance, but eventually she managed it.

Eventually, time passed and she turned eighteen. That was as long as the Witch was going to teach her. She left that day, and told Selma that one day she'd return to see just how far she progressed, and that in the meantime she should go out and explore the world herself to refine her craft. A year passed with no sign of her teacher returning, so when she was nineteen, she moved out and traveled for a bit. Eventually, the young witch ended up in Bellveiw and moved in.

Currently, she runs a small shop where someone can request her magical services if they're desperate lucky enough to pay her a hefty sum catch her in a good mood.

Personality:
Confident, curious, arrogant, somewhat childishly stubborn, impish, and a bit condescending in her demeanor. She's got a mouth on her that is most often put to use for insulting people or otherwise making a nuisance of herself. That said, she's not a completely terrible person. She just doesn't like people getting in the way of her...whatever it is she usually gets up to. She does in fact, wish to help people with her magic, but the fact that she is still in training and often messes up quite a number of spells tends to overshadow that.

To the people who manage to befriend her, they'll have a friend for life, and she'll support them to the best of her ability.

Likes:
Grapes, Sweets, Ice Cream, Cake, strawberries, cats, milk products, tea products, rainy days, snow, wine. (She's not 21 yet, but shhhh)

Dislikes
Eggs, vegetables, other fruits not listed above, summer time, hot weather.

Appearance:
Pale skin with red colored eyes, framed by thick locks of black hair with similarly colored clothing. Indeed, most of her wardrobe consists of darker colored clothes. Often times she wears a fine looking sleeveless dress, along with modern looking boots on her feet. The most striking thing about her wardrobe, however, would be the somewhat ragged black cloak she wears. She's hardly the most physically intimidated of people, though she stands at 5'7" and while she's not all that physically impressive, she's not unfit, either. Overall, she has fairly feminine features and is about average in all the assets department.

(As for the life of me, I can't figure out how to link the actual image from that Dream Selfy site for whatever reason, here ya go)

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The sun rose high behind the mountains of the small island Bellview resided on, shining it's morning light on the streets of the village. Beep beep beep beep beep- Guinevere gripped the top of the table and pulled herself off the floor, turning off the alarm. "7:30 a.m. already, huh?" With a deep sigh, she looked over at the pile of fabric and tools which had surrounded her on the floor. "Not even half way to being finished... Who would request a wedding dress when they weren't even engaged!?" Ruffling her hair, Guinevere made her way to the windows, opening the curtains a bit too theatrically. The Tailor set herself into a rush, shrugging on her periwinkle cardigan and running her fingers through her messy waves, I'll wash it tonight... she thought. Taking a moment to peek in at her mother, who was resting peacefully in bed. Shutting the door quietly, she walked out of the house. Locking the front door, she took off towards the Tailor's shop a few yards away.

The morning air was crisp and the dew covered the newly bloomed flowers and the growing leaves on the trees. Spring is so colorful, I should start on some spring clothing. Guinevere unlocked the front door to the shop and let the keys slide into the pocket of her cardigan. Opening the curtains to the large front windows of the store, and flipping the "Come in! We're open!" sign around, she sat at the front desk and pulled out a granola bar from the drawer. The automatic coffee pot started brewing right at eight a.m., as expected. "Mmmm..." she let out, the coffee's scent filling the small shop, "Good Morning."

[Assistant]
It was a lovely spring morning in Bellview as Ralph got out of bed; by the looks of where the sun was, the day had started not too long ago. He would need to get to work at some point, but he lived in the second floor above his own store, so Ralph could take his time. The apartment itself was basic, but comfortable; two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a combination kitchen/dining room. "7:30? Eh, I've got time." He took a shower, threw on his t-shirt and jeans, and glanced out the window to see if anyone was waiting on him. Nope. "Oh, that's good, I can eat." With that said, Ralph grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. Once it came out, he grabbed some grape jelly, a glass of water, and today's newspaper from the apartment entrance and ate some breakfast.

"Hmm…8:30, guess I should get to work!" And now the day would begin; Ralph went downstairs to his family's store and started his work. At a glance, the shelves were pretty full, so he wouldn't need to order anything. And upon examination, the cash register and deposit box for purchases were full too; everything seemed to be in good order. It's not like crime really was an issue here, but it never hurt to check. The store also was pretty clean, so that took care of everything that really needed to be done.

"8:35 and all of my work is done. I'm getting more efficient every day!" he joked to himself. And with that, Ralph finished the last tasks he needed to complete; he hung up the store's sign, unlocked the door, and went out for a walk to enjoy the day.

Open - Pay on Honor System, the sign said.


[System]
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Nick's skin is tinted more blue than green. He's also a bit on the weak side.

Personality: Over all, Nick is as decent as you'd expect from a goblin. He eats with his mouth open and burps loudly to complement the cook and will only bite you if you try to steal his stuff. Socially he's pretty well balanced and can often read the room to figure out what's going on, even though he might be too stupid to act on it.
Indeed, Nick's gifts, plentiful as they are, did not include a brain that could rival the household cockroach. As such Nick has many friends that sort of takes care of him, makes sure he doesn't fall in the well. Again.
Past Life History: Once, in a different world, there lived a young street urchin named Tom, or Tim, or Kim... No one cared really. He... Or she, froze to death quite unspectacularly during a winter night.

Level: 1
Talent: Scavenging - While completely devoid of Einsteinian intelligence Nick's eyes are almost always on the move. He has a knack for finding things. Both stuff, lost things and things you didn't know you'd lost until you found it in Nick's bag.

Skills:
* Night Vision - Allows one to see more effectively at night and in the darkness.
* Absorption - A monster specific skill. This skill allows monsters to gain the skill(s) of the creatures they devour. The amount of skills gained in this process is limited to a 6 time usage. Choose your stolen abilities wisely. Uses will reset to 6 upon Ranking Up regardless of the amount you have used. (Remaining Uses: 6)

Inventory:  A loincloth.

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A beetle husk fell from the corner of Scar's mouth as he met the gaze of a stranger. The Armored Tanuki looked smart to him. Were those plates on it's back? How clever... I want to be clever, he thought. Maybe there was a way he could be more like the creature that lay watching him. He reasoned that the creature was wondering how it could be more like him as well, judging by how it was examining him. Maybe it would be in both of their best interest if Scar examined the tanuki more closely.

Scar wasn't fast, but he was sudden, and spontaneous. The tanuki thought it was nestled in foliage such as branches and leaves. But with a crash there was nothing between it and Scar. He closed the distance simply, snapping through the weak undergrowth to arrive directly in front of the tanuki and get his hands on it. The tanuki knew of no animal with such a lack of grace and yet stunning efficiency. It was like the goblin now grappling it was a tiny bull in a tiny china shop. The foliage hadn't seen it coming and now it was flattened and broken. The tanuki could be next for all it knew. For now it was being stared at, held and groped by a monster with the shining eyes of a child that has been presented a toy. For some reason there was a weird expression of camaraderie on Scar's face as he aggressively invaded the critter's space.

[Assistant]
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Stinkbomb

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The little green goblin was sprawled across a bed of dead leaves in the cave, arms and legs stretched out and mouth hanging open with a stream of hot drool trailing down his cheek to his pointy ear. His chest rose and fell with his audible open-mouthed snores. Flies danced and partied over his smelly form. He had slept in a secluded area of the cave due to other goblins complaining about his stench. Stinkbomb was his name, and he had become so desensitized to his own musk that he had actually believed it to be a natural odor that all goblins should have.

The goblin had large hands with rough fingers and large feet. His torso was smaller than his limbs and his ears were the size of mini traffic cones. A sharp and abrupt fart escaped from between the goblin's legs, causing him to snort loudly and wake in a start. The sounds of machinegun fire and exploding bombs strangely echoed through his head as he groggily looked about the cave, eyes squinting through heavy lids. He sat upwards, motioning to his simian stance, resting all his weight upon his knuckles. He noticed that a few goblins had left already. What? They could go outside now?

Stinkbomb's eyes opened a little wider with excitement as he scampered over to the cave entrance. He sat down on his bottom like a dog and raised his big foot to the side of his head as he began using his dark, cracked and plate-like nails to claw at the back of his head. After a good scratch, he dropped his leg and a large grin expanded on his face as he took off like a dart into the foliage (and he might have left a green odor-like trail with how bad he smelled—let's just say the flies were upset that he left).

The ground was wet and cool beneath his hands and feet. The bushes wiggled and the dead leaves leapt to his scampering. The goblin leapt onto an old mossy fallen tree and ran across it up to a broken limb that made a good perch for surveying the forest.

A bird started singing, uttering a musical tune. Stinkbomb's ears twitched to the sound and he peered up at the bird that was puffing its feathers and singing away. Dragging his tongue across his dry lips, Stinkbomb happily attempted to sing back to the beautiful bird:

"Rah-rah-rah-rah-raaaaah!" the goblin sang.

His breath gradually travelled on the air, drifting over to slam the poor bird in its face. The bird's beady eyes bulged in shock, its feathers ruffling as though a shudder had shot up its spine. It couldn't sing! It couldn't breathe! To Stinkbomb's surprise, the bird suddenly collapsed from the tree, legs in the air and curled.

The goblin blinked as he stopped singing before his eyes narrowed mischievously. He looked left and then right before he climbed down from the broken branch and hopped down from the log. He walked over to bird and nudged it with his fingers. The bird gave no response and it was still soft and warm. Score! Snatching the bird within his grubby hand, he tossed it into his mouth. He chewed its corpse, spitting feathers as he happily pranced back into the bushes.

"Rah-ree-rah-raaah~!" he continued to sing. The bird's song was now stuck in his head.

[User] Atlack gazed at the two rabbits hungrily, not even noticing the tidbits of drool, the only thing stopping her from jumping on them right then and there were those fearsome looking horns. Perhaps one of them and she wouldn't have given it a second thought, but two of them was a different beast altogether. They were small, but they only meant they were a little bit smaller than her, those horns were more than large enough to skewer her. Now Atlack was not a tactician by any means but her small brain knew something else was in order. At least they hadn't noticed her. Hm... Atlack stared at them dully for a few moments, then looked around for ideas, spotting her tail unless he was careful. But more importantly she'd found a fairly large rock. Atlack picked up it, hefted it experimentally and peered at the rabbits some more. She could throw it at one... but then the other would be fine. Oh a stick! It was a fairly hefty short stick, it would allow her to clash with one of the rabbits if it came down to. Atlack hurled the rock as hard as she could at the head of one of the rabbits. Given she hadn't been detected, an entirely possible development, it should land squarely on the poor thing's skull and crush it. Atlack immediately picked up the stick and held it up warily, unsure of what would happen next. Bunnies just ate plants so the other one should run now, right?

[Assistant]
When Jeas finally woke up, the first thing he noticed was that most of the other Goblins were missing. While he a bit concerned for them the cave had been safe for his entire life and he doubted that would ever change, so he was sure they weren't in danger. Using the cavewall for support he got up and went to check for food. For some reason there wasn't a single bite to eat in the entire cave. Confused he asked Gobbie for a snack but she told him he would have to hunt for it himself outside.

Jeas stared at the large world just beyond and nervously made hi first step into the forest. When he wasn't immediately attacked by who knows what he relaxed a bit. Five minutes later he had gathered enough courage to move his other foot out of the cave. He decided that he would look for food here so he coulf run back to safety and let Gobbie deal with any monsters that attacked him and that he would only move on if he didn't find anything.

[User]
Eventually, gradually, with excruciating slowness, a large form unfolded in the middle of the now empty goblin nest. The form, which may have been three or four goblin babies, was in fact a single specimen. He scratched his chest idly, his wide tongue wetting his lips, while his gaze lazily searched for the other children, most of which huddled around him for warmth the night before. A not entirely unpleasant pain shot through his eyes when he looked at the daylight creeping in from outside - it was time to move, to live, and every muscle and nerve in his body ached to be used.

He looked at his feet, and found between them and his gut a small piece of cloth tied with a loose string around his waist. He was strangely proud of this thing, his first invention, solving some strange unspoken need he had to have something over his privates. But the day, ah yes, it had so much more opportunity -

ROOOARRRRRRRRRRGHHH

The sudden loud noise sent the goblin named Klump scampering to a corner of the cave. Trying to push as much of himself as he could into the shadow, his eyes darted all over the cave, searching for the hidden assailant. But other than Gobbie, who didn't seem worried at all, and a few sleeping children, he was alone.

The roar came back, as loud as before, with a strange deep pain in Klump's gut. He slapped his forehead - he was hungry is all! And it was high time to do something about it.

With a careful waddle, Klump emerged from the cave mouth. It was his first time, and he met a plethora of new visual experiences. Which he had the intention of turning into culinary ones. He pulled a large, teardrop shaped leaf from a nearby brush and carefully tasted it. It had a strong, bitter taste, with a slight grassy tang. Filing it away under his loincloth, he proceeded to taste all the plants in his vicinity in search for one nutritious and tasty.

[Assistant]
Mi who was watching this was surprised by her attempt but knew that she would be someone that he would have to look over,Moving to the next rock that was a bit closer to the female goblin. "Interesting...i wonder if she is going to eat it?And what of that rabbit will it attack her?If so should i help her or watch her die?" He thought to himself snickering softly.

Watching Atlack chuckling the rock at the rabbit.


[System]
Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at about 5'9" tall, Tiral has a fairly average build for his age, which is kind of strange considering how he's perpetually surrounded by the other Iron Rose Knights who seem to be much sturdier than he. His light brown hair is cut short, but has found a way of remaining a shaggy mess that barely avoids his eyes, even while he is wearing armor. More often than not, though, Tiral opts to avoid the usage of any large plate armor or metal armor, instead only wearing stronger equipment over his vitals and leaving the rest under regular leather garb. His sword will often times be sheathed at his side, ready for combat at a moment's notice.

Personality: Tiral is... Actually fairly deliberate for a knight, if not somewhat bored by the peace of everyday life. His journeys at a young age meant he was already able to experience life in the real world, and since then the dusty old libraries that the mages hold in such high regard have been... Well, fairly dull. This doesn't mean that he isn't devoted to his work, but rather that he does not wish to learn anything unless he finds it interesting. Even so, his patience when it comes to such things is unparalleled. Or maybe it's just the fact that he can slap some ice onto people's mouths when he's trying to focus. That too.

Brief Backstory: Having been orphaned a young age due to an illness that wiped out the rest of his village, Tiral was taken in by a priestess of Mayon who was moving with a group of travelers to bring aid to those in need. Though he was never explicitly religious, he greatly appreciated the efforts put forth to save his life, even then. As he grew up alongside these people, the priestess soon found that Tiral had an aptitude for magic. With a recommendation from her (and the goading of those around her), Tiral went off to the capital to further his studies of magic. Sadly, the monotonous life of a studying magician was not quite what the then-young boy had expected of magic.

It was then that he heard of the Iron Rose Knights, whose feats were oft recorded in the books he was forced to pore over. Deciding that the life of a knight was much more entertaining than the life of a magical scholar, Tiral packed up his things once more and went to join the order. Learning the sword came about as easily as magic did to him, but the combination of the two (and his somewhat strange insistence on learning both at once) made him particularly noteworthy among that year's recruits. Since then, Tiral has been honing his abilities, both magical and physical.

Equipment: Other than his rather 'unique' set of armor, Tiral wields a shortsword and a small ceremonial dagger. While the sword is standard-issue, the dagger is mainly used as a catalyst for some of Tiral's larger spells. It may be used as a glorified kitchen knife, but he'd probably never stand for that. More often than not, this dagger is tucked away in his shirt or under his breastplate, but it never leaves his person.

Skills: Contrary to many of his peers, Tiral has chosen not to solely specialize in the way of the blade; rather than just being proficient with his shortsword, Tiral is also proficient in the usage of magic in combat. This magic, focusing mainly on the manipulation on water and ice, has become particularly noteworthy for those who are particularly religious. He, quite frankly, just sees it as sort of a coincidence; his specialty being water does not mean that anything was pre-ordained by the gods.
Probably.

[User]
Tarrya rode sullenly alongside Garrett. She had never been comfortable in the saddle - despite being taught the basics of riding growing up she had never taken a liking to horses, or saddle sores for that matter. Even as a lieutenant of the company, when nobody would've looked twice had she taken a captured warhorse or two for her own use, she had preferred to fight and command on foot, sacrificing the mobility and height advantage for the security provided by her own two legs. Not that she would be commanding anyone anytime soon - this order had ridiculous notions about eligibility or command, just as bad to choose a young girl for her time of birth as to choose a young man for his family connections. As it was, the horse she currently rode was a far cry from the impressive steeds she had sold after the occasional capture of a knight, she was hardly a massive weight, even with her armor, but the beast seemed to lag behind the other horses all the same, struggling with her weight. He didn't have much longer, she reckoned.

Branches seemed to mock her as they poked her in the face, just how they would do so she was unsure - but she had never been fond of thick forests. Too many friends had met their end in an ambush from thick woods before. Of course, the commanders of this little detachment would probably not even factor that in - and so far she hadn't seen the faintest hint of a scouting party sent out to reconnoiter the area. It was almost as if there was an untrained sixteen year old in command, or something preposterous like that.

She kicked the spurs of her horse, urging the animal on again to catch up with Garrett. He seemed to be joining a few of the other knights in a small little circle, probably discussing tactics. She smirked to herself, overhearing a small fragment of conversation - at least the girl seemed to realize charging in bellowing was a poor course of action. Maybe with some experience she would turn out competent after all; only time would tell however, and no amount of heavy armor would save them from any poor decisions she made now.

And still no sign of any attempt at recon- she perked up, one of the knights had actually suggested sending out scouts! Incredible! Perhaps more than a handful nobles knew basic tactics? Most of them didn't, in her experience, but this woman made her hopeful. She knew the woman would likely not notice her - after all, she was simply a commoner to them, beneath their notice. Unlanded nobility were not exactly the most prestigious members of society, and she had been adventuring with a mercenary company for the better part of a decade. In all likelihood, this woman would likely consider her simple common dirt to be ignored. Nonetheless her scowl softened, almost approaching a faint smile, and she nodded towards the woman, clearly wanting to offer her own input but remaining silent.

[Assistant]
Fanilly couldn't help but wince slightly at the lack of address of her as captain. While she knew that the undead Knight of the Iron Roses did not mean it in the same way as others who may have had the same sentiment, that didn't stop her from finding doubt welling up in her mind once more. She tried instead to focus on the advice given: That the shield-wielding knights among their forces advance first. It was sound and a strategy she should have discussed earlier. The young captain couldn't help but feel her foolishness for not mentioning such a thing before. What if someone had gotten killed?

Her grip tightened. No. She couldn't let such things get to her. Not now. Fanilly had to prove herself. She had to ensure things went successfully. If her mind was flooded with doubt, that would be just as dangerous as charging in blindly. The blonde took a deep breath, but before she could respond, one of the other knights, Marianne, spoke to the Tyaethe, attempting to jump to her defense only to be swiftly met with a rebuttal. And then... the sharp, short tone of Lady Silvern's reference to her as captain made it all too clear what her opinion of the matter was, even if she said little more then to post lookouts. That, too, was a wise choice.

"... I understand," the pale young girl began, "It had been my intent to send our forces in groups to surround the camp once we have located. Shields first is only reasonable. I believe that the bandits may not be expecting our order to attack them first, however, and may be caught unprepared."

After she had finished speaking, one knight, Sult, spoke up... and... and called her cute?! Fanilly's cheeks were suddenly burning with embarrassment, and she quickly looked away, eyes fixed firmly downward at her mare's back. She shifted atop it, trying not to make her awkwardness noticeable.

It likely did not work whatsoever.

"Ah... ah... I... well..." she trailed off. However, her downcast gaze made her quickly realize that they had reached the point where the forest grew too thick to maneuver on horseback any longer.

"... We..." Fanilly took another deep breath, trying to compose herself, "We must dismount before going any fur-"

She stopped dead as she looked up. Ahead, wheels smashed, caught up against a tree, was a cart. A horse lay dead in front of it, arrows sticking from its side and neck. A man lay on the ground. He wasn't moving.

The Order's duty came to the forefront of Fanilly's mind immediately as she lept from her horse. There was the sound of metal on leather as she drew her longsword in one hand, the blade flashing in the light of the setting sun. Even if this was foolish... if that man was alive...!

The Captain of the Iron Rose Knights sprinted forward without a second thought. Soon she was upon the cart, coming to a halt and kneeling beside the downed man. He was an older man, in his forties perhaps, with black, short hair and simple clothing. His side was soaked in blood, and there was a gash in his flesh. And yet, he was still breathing, even if he was pale an unconscious.

"... He's still alive!" Fanilly called to the others, looking back over her shoulder, "But he needs aid immediately!"

The man's eyes fluttered open, and fell upon Fanilly's face, then the symbol on her breastplate.

"... You... an... Iron Rose Knight..." he said, weakly, reaching up towards the girl. Her attention returned to him quickly and she took his hand in her own.

"Hold on," she began. His wound was bloody, but if he got medical attention swiftly then he could perhaps survive, "As captain of the Iron Rose Knights, we will get you to safety!"

He weakly shook his head. "L... leave, this is... a trap..."

... A trap...?

Fanilly heard the sound before she saw anything. She released the man's hand, and did the first thing that came to mind, throwing herself to the side, catching herself with her free hand as she stopped and looked up. Three black arrows had buried themselves deep in the wooden cart where she had been moments later. Almost immediately, a hooded man in ragged leather armor sprang out of the downed cart and threw himself at her.

Fanilly threw herself to the side as he swung a shortsword down towards the short girl. His sword hit dirt, but he swung back up just as she drew her dagger and immediately locked his strike up in her guard, a followup strike forcing him back immediately.

"Heh," he spat, "Skilled for a little girl, but no use when the other guys get here. What are you doin'-"

His eyes found the symbol on her chestplate, and then his gaze found the other knights. His eyes widened in horror.

"... Th... the Iron Roses?! Oh gods above!"

[User]
Though Julianna wouldn't see it, it was entirely possible that she might feel the weight of the glare directed her way by Tyaethe. Not because of the scouting suggestion, though she thought it was a foolhardy risk to split off knights one or two at a time in a bandit infested forest and hope they made it back, but because of the tone. It was hypocrisy to disapprove of others showing disrespect to the order's captain but that was never going to stop the undead; veterans got to be casual in her opinion but nobody looked down on the captain.

The glare lifted when Fanilly sprinted ahead to tend to a wounded man and instinct kicked in, with the heavily armoured knight following a moment later and--nearly--a moment too slow. Their captain's good reflexes averted needing to find another girl born on the full moon and the attempted backstabber saw how screwed he was.

He might even, for a second, have noted how particularly doomed he was as the massive sword held in Tyaethe's left hand swung round and she let out a wordless roar, taking advantage of his stunned state to make sure that he was very particularly dead. The number of people in the world that could survive bisection was limited, after all, and Tyaethe didn't pause to make sure it stuck. She pivoted with the sword itself until facing the direction the arrows came from, striding forwards despite the simple fact this was an ambush.

They could attack her all they liked. If they could even hit her armour from the right, it would be a small miracle.

[Assistant]
Tiral rolled his eyes as he watched a good chunk of the REST of the company bickering around the captain. Most of them were nobles, right? A miracle that he had gotten selected for the subjugation force, all things considered. Though... From what he had heard from eavesdropping just a little, it seemed like the whole ordeal was a little mess about the politics of the whole situation, thinly veiled with some degree of half-respect. The division seemed fairly interesting overall, but getting involved might turn their attacks towards him instead. That... That was something he would rather avoid.

The young knight reined his steed in when the captain, altruistic as she was, decided to attempt to help a man lying on the road. Tiral stared at the destroyed carriage and the dead horse before sighing. The attack was recent, given the fact that the blood on the man's clothing had yet to dry. That could only mean--!

Leaping off his mount and drawing his sword from the side, Tiral gritted his teeth in silence as a bandit attempted to assault the captain. He was promptly cut down, of course, but bandits... Well, where there was one, there were always more.

"Alright, enough chatter. Be ready for more any moment now..." he began to say before noticing the rustling of leaves abovehead. One of the bandits seemed smart enough to try and run back to warn their leader instead of trying to assault them head-on.

Not like he was going to allow it, though.

"Seek mine enemy," Tiral began to chant, a sphere of the crystal-clear liquid beginning to form in his hand. "And chain him unto this land in thine own name."

Without any further flourish or extravagance, the water shot out towards the trees, and a cry of pain (along with the sound of a few branches being broken) could be heard as another bandit tumbled to the ground in front of him. The water he had sent up earlier was now circling his arms and legs, which meant that, at the very least, the spell had been successful.

"Freeze."

And with that, the water turned to ice, weighing down the bandit from escaping even further.

"Good luck escaping from that, you scum," Tiral stated, a frown on his face as a few more bandits popped out from the woods to take them on. Oh, oh course there were more. It was a miracle that they weren't in full retreat by now. Though, to be fair, with his distinct lack of armor, he DID seem like the easiest target right about now...

"Sorry to be a bit of a nuisance, but could I request some assistance here?" the young knight asked his colleagues, attempting to parry and evade the broad, untrained slashes of the bandits. "Honestly hoping these blades aren't coated in poison, or else I might be in a biiiit of trouble."


[System]
Long Term Character
Appearance:

She wears this headband (not the one seen in the pic)

Age: 14
Room: 2
Race: Human
Traditional Magic and Draconic Arts
Magic Specialty: elemental control
Rank of the Basic 4:
1) Water
2) Wind
3) Fire
4) Earth
Magic Affinity: Mental
Unique Traits: Ayaka tends to wear a headband that looks like cat ears.
Likes: Cats, Animals in general, learning new things, reading
Dislikes: obnoxious people tend to annoy her though she tries to hide that fact,
Personality: Most the time, if she isn't busy with something, Ayaka would more than likely be one of the first people to introduce herself to someone new. She likes to stay as organized as possible when it comes to school.
History: Growing up, Ayaka was most the time hanging out with friends or studying in her room unless one of the cats decided it was time to bug her, which happened quite often. She got used to the idea of her cats waiting until she was busy to demand attention since it seemed that's what they do. Her parents were always taking in stray cats either as their own or to later find a home for.
Pet desired: Frost Wolf named Rikami
Dragon Type Desired: Riding Dragon - Element Air (as for a picture, I don't have one yet)
Other: -Follow the rainbow?-
 Education Completed:

Independent Study Courses Completed:-currently enrolled in every independent course available for the semester-

[User]
Mystique seemed overly worried to Ayaka, but it was understandable considering she didn't exactly get what was needed for an Ancient Dragon. Ayaka herself didn't really have anything in the way of taking care of a dragon egg at all at the moment and she needed to ask about that as well. Of course, she saw her friend run out of the room without her cat.... She decided to tie Rikami up next to Ember so they both have someone to play with while she went to ask Lady Violetta her question.

She walked over to the head mistress and asked , "Am I able to go get what I need to take care of the dragon egg?"

[Assistant]
"What you need to do is to go to the folder Pet Shop Plus and order what you want. Then you will have the items in your shopping cart by the time you get to your room. " Lady Violetta spoke as she made another text to the Pet Shop Plus and give her permission.

By the time that Mystique was in her room with her egg, her cart was full of new supplies. She put the unwanted items in the cart and close the door. She then picked up a box labeled Aquarium. She placed it on the floor and opened the box. Instantly the aquarium was magically set itself up before Mystique's surprised eyes. But she quickly got her egg and placed in in the aquarium. The egg squirmed as if it was happy to be in the water. Mystique was relieved.

[User] Before ordering what she wanted, Ayaka read up on riding dragons on her PLT to see what she would need. As soon as she was done ordering everything needed, she looked over at both Ember and Rikami who seemed to be ok. Since they were tied up and seemingly behaving themselves, she figured it'll be ok to leave them long enough to run to her room and back. She thought Mystique will likely be back before her anyway. Ayaka did however take her egg with her as she went back to her room.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth would be quite busy with future classes. There had been many classes, and she had signed up for all of them. However, whatever happened, it was good enough to raise her knowledge to acceptable standards, even if that took up a great amount of time. Furthermore, she intended to train herself for the position of a future leader.

For now, she was engaged in the class in creaturology, and there along with her were Ayaka and Mystique, along with the Lady. Unlike Mystique, she had gathered the correct supplies. Now all that was necessary was to wait for further instructions. She gently pet her faithful, she was assuming, Hesiod. Aside from this, she did not at all treat her hound as one would an ordinary pet.

[User]
Lady Violetta smiled and asked Elizabeth
"How are you doing today, Elizabeth? Do you wish to add Draconic Arts too? It may benefit you in the long run and many courses are the same."

Suddenly Mystique realized that she had forgot Ember but knew that Ayaka was there and would keep an eye on him while she was busy here. Soon shew as done and headed down to the Creatureology Lab. When she got down there she saw Ember and Rikami but not Ayaka.

"Where did Ayaka go?" she asked as she looked around.

[Assistant]
"If it will help me in the long-run, then I'll add it," Elizabeth said.

If she would benefit from it, then Elizabeth had no reason not to participate.

[User] Ayaka got back to her room with her new egg and sure enough, just as Lady Violetta said, there was her cart with the things she had ordered only a few minutes ago. She decided to set the egg down in a safe place in order to quickly get things out of her cart and grabbing what was necessary for the moment before walking back over to her egg. "Well I guess I'll get the rest of your things set up when I have more time." Ayaka picked it up and this time put it in her sling to carry it. "I hope both Rikami and Ember are behaving themselves....," she said as she left her room.

[Assistant]
Lady Violetta smiled then spoke
"It would mean giving up your study hall and taking on a dragon. Are you sure that you want the responsibility, Elizabeth? Be honest with yourself."

Lady Violetta turned to Mystique
"She went upstairs for something, She will be back soon so don't worry."

[User] Ayaka got back to the classroom and saw that Mystique was already back and that Rikami was still behaving himself. She went to untie Rikami and give him a treat for being good while she was gone. "Sorry I had to leave our pets alone for a few minutes," she said to Mystique while in the process of doing this.

[Assistant] "My dragon egg is right here, and I am ready," Elizabeth said. "I do not mind if study hall is taken away."

[User]
"Yes, both of them were very good and played nicely while we were gone. Didn't you Ember?" Mystique smiled as she gave the kitten a gentle hug.

"Terrific! Then I'll have most of my students in all of my classes. Time is up for this class.You may do as you wish but tomorrow starts the first official day of classes. Please read the Bulletin Board for more information!" Lady Violetta spoke.

[Assistant] "That's good." Ayaka said. It was good to know they both played while her and Mystique were gone. Apparently, Creatureology was the only class they were doing today, according to Lady Violetta. Well Ayaka was already excited for tomorrow. "What should we do until tomorrow?"

[User] "I guess we get settled in and maybe start our Independent classes so we will know if we have everything that we need.... Or is there a game room? Let's ask before Lady Violetta leaves!" Mystique suggested!

[Assistant]
She was free now, it seemed, but for the first time it seemed that her thoughts had strayed. Wei, her dear friend, was what Elizabeth thought of. "Wei", Elizabeth thought, "I can bear all things, yet without you they feel heavy." No other things were worth missing. The only thing that made this one worth it was a sense that Elizabeth maybe could be thrust into power, without barriers inhibiting her rise. "Wei," Elizabeth thought, "Watch me as I ascend from student to prince."

There had been moments before this one that she had made conscious decisions, but this moment was greater than those. It was when Elizabeth felt some kind of spark. She was unsure why of all moments, but Elizabeth only assumed it was because, as the Lady said school would start tomorrow, she would also start in earnest.

"Thank you, Lady Violetta," Elizabeth said, her mind half in another place. "Ayaka, you may always explore, should you wish to find something."

In regards to those around her, she held certain opinions. The Lady Violetta was a strong individual, if not seeming particularly inspired or inspiring, but she was the greatest other person in this room. Ayaka was not interesting, and of no concern of Elizabeth, and she had no reason at this time to concern herself with her. Of Mystique, the same could be said.

"I will look around, if I may," Elizabeth said. "We might find each other, should you wish to do the same."

[User]
In all honesty, Ayaka was not sure as to why Elizabeth responded to her question as it was directed at Mystique, but it didn't really bother her all that much. If Elizabeth wanted to join her and Mystique in whatever they decided to do, then she can. The thing is, Elizabeth seemed like she was so sure of herself in everything. Of course, Ayaka knew she can be totally wrong about that.

Yeah sure, exploring sounded fun while at the same time in a place like this could be dangerous. Look what happened in the Village earlier. That could've ended up way worse than it did. What if those creatures or creepers as the headmistress called them weren't friendly? Until she learned more about the place, Ayaka wasn't too sure on exploring. The only reason why she would right now is if her friend wanted to.

"Sure we can ask if there's a game room. Or do you want to just look around as Elizabeth is doing?" she asked Mystique.

[Assistant]
"Perhaps we should look at the maps and see if there is anything worth exploring. We can only go on certain floors." Mystique put her PLTs on the counter and opened it up. It was still a bit strange to open it with her handprints....
She brought up the maps and looked at them.
"There are two interesting places to go exploring . There is a carnival area and a games room. Let's go ask Lady Violetta...... Wait there is an update. Under the Games Rooms area is the word OPEN and under the Carnival is the word CLOSED. So let's take Ember and Rikimi to the bedrooms and check out the games area..." she suggested.

[User]
As Ayaka was distracted by Mystique, Elizabeth disappeared from the classroom. She held her dragon egg in her hand, and Hesiod traveled beside her. First and foremost, she returned to her room. When she arrived there, she laid her egg back to its proper resting place. "Wei," Elizabeth thought. "I must give the dragon a name, but what shall it be? Perhaps it could be named after you, but I feel that would be a grievous error." She shall think of it another time, or perhaps she might think of it now, as she walked.

"Come, Hesiod, my boy," Elizabeth said. The hound was most obedient.

Then she went with her hound to look around the Academy. She might not be back but for dinner, or even simply for sleep.

[Assistant]
Mystique was heading to her room and put Ember on the floor. He ran over to the food bowl and began to eat. She quickly hurried over to her dragon to see if it was alright. Slowly, Mystique put her hand in the water to pet the egg.

~I will take good care of you, little one. I should have read your tag better. Then you would have been in your aquarium last night. I'm sorry.~ she thought to the egg.

*Isssss ok. Shell protect me.*

~I can hear you!~

*Yesss....*

~I can't wait to see you.~

*Ssssson*

~I'll be back later, ok?~

*Yessssss*

Mystique took a towel and dried off her hand then hurried over to Ninkitty's room. She knocked on the door and waited.

[User]
In her room, Ayaka took Rikami off his leash and made sure he had food and water. She gave him a toy and set up a place to set her dragon egg down. "I have to come up with a name for you huh?" Which reminded her that this was supposedly a riding dragon. She made a mental note to reread over riding dragons in her PLT. Thinking Mystique will probably just knock on the door when she's ready, Ayaka decided to start getting her dragon's area set up.

When she heard someone knocking on the door, Ayaka got up to open it figuring it was Mystique. "Hi, you ready?"

[Assistant]
"Yep. I mind spoke to my egg and it said that it is ok. The game room is across the hall. I wonder what kind of games is in there." Mystique spoke.

(Just make up what game you want to play.)

[User] Elizabeth sat alone save for her arcane hound Hesiod, at was the student lounge. All she did was sit at a table, where she took small bites of bread. She pet Hesiod a little, and he made small sounds. He was still but a puppy. Here it was quiet, and she was in the mood for simply sitting there to contemplate.

[Assistant]
"Wonder if I'll get to mind speak to mine," Ayaka said looking over at where she set her own egg. "I'll be back guys," she said to both the egg and Rikami before stepping out of her room and closing the door. Since Mystique said the game room was across the hall, Ayaka started across the hall. She immediately started looking around seeing what was there. It looked like there were alot of games available to play.

"Wow I have no idea what to play!" She just decided to close her eyes and grab a random game. Before even looking at what game it was, she went and put it in. "Well, I have no idea what we're about to play, but I decided to just pick something random since there are so many to choose from." Of course, Ayaka had yet to even look at the title on the case.

(Sorry...got lazy with thinking of a game for them to be playing >.<. Actually, it was more like I wasn't able to XD since there really is a multitude of games out there.)


[System]
Brief scenic overlay: It is a cool late summer evening, a set of moderately tall condominiums stand out against the local suburban looking area. The town isn't over sized or heavily populated, but large enough that it had all your modern day ammenities and conveniences. Grocery stores, a school, a church, a mall, the local walmart. Of course in times like these, being somewhere with an average hustle and bustle of normal city life wasn't exactly ideal. A series of subway systems also ran through below the town, once filled with agitated commuters, now no one dare venture into it's dark depths.

Frederick (Drake) Rezin
Age: 23
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Black
Height: roughly 156 lbs.
Weapons: 2 large knives and a 10mm pistol
Supplies: Several days rations of food. A blanket. What the guy is wearing.
Brief background since outbreak:
Drake has been through the ringer. He wasn't a survivalist, he was a mechanic, a programmer. THe guy hadn't known the first thing about actually firing a gun, though he could dismantle, clean, and put it all back together in the blink of an eye. These first few weeks were tough, as he couldn't find a safe place. Mostly just other asswholes trying to kill him for his stuff. However, he finally made it. A condo, thankfully the place seemed relatively safe and deserted. Well, Drake hoped that the place was deserted.

Elise (Ellie) Kain

Name: Elise (Ellie) Kain
Age: 24
Eye Colour: Cerulean
Hair Colour: Ash Blonde
Height: 5'7
Weapons: Bolt action rifle, handgun, medium length silver dagger
Supplies: Black backpack containing a few Liters of water, some canned goods and candy bars, her fathers army jacket
Brief background since outbreak: Her father was both a hunter and in the Military and had taught her from an early age how to handle fire arms. She had been at a Cabin hunting with him when the outbreak occurred. A stranger had attacked her father, she shot the man but learned how fast the sickness spread, having to kill her father violently after he reanimated and attacked her. She took his hunting rifle and pistol. She learned more on the news and took the car to head to the city to look for her sister. The violence in the city was much worse, and after multiple encounters she had finally made it to her sisters condo. Unfortunately no one was there, she stayed holed up there for a few days..thinking what her next move should be.

[User]
Elise stood on the balcony of the condominium. The cool breeze tousled her long blonde hair as cerulean eyes scanned the complex below. It was dark and quiet. Moonlight ebbing from the sky above softly illuminating the courtyard. She was rather tall and slender, her frame thin and wiry. The fact that she had sparsely eaten anything in some time may have attributed to that. She wore loose fitted black sweat pants and thick black steel toed combat boots that concealed a well used dagger. A thin sullied white tank top hung off her left shoulder, the lower portion rippling in the wind. She took a final long haul off the crumpled cigarette dangling between her lips before pinching the filter between her fingers and glancing around. It was times like these that reminded her of the simpler days, she pitched it off the balcony and sighed.

The sound of shoes scraping on cement drew her attention to a man - well not quite a man anymore; shambling below. The irony of his hand clutching a leash, the bottom of the lead bloodied and dragging across the ground as he shuffled along. Her fingers idly grazed against the pistol at her side, absentmindedly, as she watched in silence. A questionable smile played at the corner of her lips, even though the deepening sense of fear and constant tensing pressure of her situation played endlessly on her mind. 'Where was there even left to go?' The smile faded and she pushed herself back from the balcony. Reaching into her pocket she felt for the small cardboard box. Tugging it out she sighed exasperatedly as she shook it and realized it was empty. No cigarettes, barely any ammo, no place to go. She slumped back against the cement wall and stared out into an abysmal sea of stars.

[Assistant]
Drake walked up to the building, slowly. A man, twisted and dead, shuffled about 30 feet away. It was the only one around right now, which was good sign for Drake. THe 23 year old man studied the condominium that stood in front of him. His tall, 6'4", frame stood out in the light breeze. His coat, long and lined with gray fur around the collar, swayed behind him. On his hands were fingerless mechanics gloves. A pair of welding goggles hung from the man's neck as he stepped forward in black, slightly loose, jeans. On his feet were black combat boots. On his hip was a 10mm glock and two knives were strapped to his side, underneath the coat.

SNAP!!!

Turning around, Drake saw a shambling figure entered under the light of a flickering street lamp. However, it wasn't just one, it was a lot of the fuckers. The sounds of screams could be heard as a roiling mass of the dead shits came into view. Then someone escaped from their clutches. Running, the boy had already lost his arm. He wasn't going to make it. Tripping, the boy's face smashed into the ground. His fate was sealed. As his now bloodied face looked up, a silent plea for help, several of the undead fell upon his living corpse. That silent plea turned into a blood-curdling shriek.

Turning away, Drake saw, just in time, as the leash-holding zombie came at him. His reflexes fast, having been honed in the past several weeks, Drake pulled one of the knives from his side. Stepping around the charging corpse, Drake shoved the blade's tip into its eye. Ripping the knife from the now still head, Drake grimaced as a squelching sound came forth. Swallowing some bile, Drake stepped over the body. Opening the front door to the condominium, Drake latched it shut behind him. Which, looking at his situation, was a good choice.

The horde, of about 30 - 40 corpses, had finished with their impromptu feast. Upon hearing the squeek of the door, the nearest one came lumbering forth. THe rest, like the body of a great, putrid beast followed. Backing up, Drake tried to open the second door, but it was locked.

"Fuck..."

He had thought it was a good idea to come in here, but he might have been wrong. Jangling the handle again, the door refused to give way. As the first body began to beat at the door, fear gripped Drake's chest. Beating at his own door, Drake hoped that someone was there. Oh god, how he hoped that someone was there.