[System]
Age: 19

 Magic: Trinity's Magics -

Energy Make (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Lost Magic. Taught by her father. Trinity molds energy into a state where it can interact with matter. She can manipulate the qualities of this energy-substance to be immaterial or material, and what kind of discharge contact with it will give. She can create a discharge of force, electricity, heat, and light. Pain is something she achieves through heat, electricity, and moderated amounts of force in odd directions. Unless she employs a special technique, she can only vaguely control Energy Make objects she is not within five feet of. She can cheat and create wires, though.

Energy Make can absorb energies, though this may render the energy 'substance' difficult to contain.

Bard's Legerdemain (A Rank) - Caster Magic. Taught by her mother. She can use this magic to play any instrument within 100 feet of her without touching it. It will float as needed, and may even move with her as she moves, but she cannot control an instrument expressly to move it. On its own, this magic must be used to perform. She can do something like play a single note and it counts, though.

She can cheat this a little bit and combine the magic with Energy Make to make an instrument. She creates a blueprint of the instrument and uses Bard's Legerdemain to give it a shape. She doesn't really understand quite how it works, herself. She describes it as imprinting something within the magic of Bard's Legerdemain onto the Energy Make. Trinity can conjure into existence any instrument she knows how to play. She can even create unique, custom instruments, though these creations require more magic power than a generic instrument.

Arrows Magic (B Rank) - Holder Magic, using a magic quiver. Taught by her uncle Weigraf. Trinity can use this magic to conjure arrows to fire as projectiles from a bow. The arrows can take on a wide variety of effects, from exploding into a chunk of ice on contact or becoming a bolt of flame, to bursting into a net, carrying a homing signal, or homing in on that signal.

Fire Arrow ★★+, Ice Arrow ★★+, Lightning Arrow ★+, Wind Arrow ★★★★
Love Arrow ★★★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Love Arrow is an arrow made from Trinity's magic power (with a little Energy Make), and she can shoot it to give strength to an ally. The power of love bolsters and purifies... or something?
"They say loves heals, right?"
Beacon Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Beacon Arrow turns an arrow into a magic beacon, which can be used for a number of things, such as a homing beacon for Homing Arrow.
Homing Arrow ★★★ (Energy Make Combo) - Homes in on the Beacon Arrow.
Net Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that turns into a net.
Ringing Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that makes a noise.
Bright Arrow ★★★★ - Fires an arrow that emits light.

Requip (D Rank) - Trinity was taught this magic for the convenience of it, which was the motivation for the woman who taught it to her, her aunt Vivian. As an act of disgust with the woman's purpose, Trinity doesn't actually use it much, but she does use it for certain important items.
Rainbow Quiver - Necessary for Trinity's Arrows Magic.
Midnight Alloy Crescent Moon Staff - Mysterious. Gnarled. The night sky sparkles in the metal of the crescent moon that adorns the top of this staff. It asks for something...

 Magic Level: A

 History: Trinity was part of a minor noble family in Minstrel. She learned music, of course, and found a preference for the harp. Her father taught her Energy Make. She lived a calm, peaceful life, playing with and learning her magic, until a Guild (that was, at the time, a Light Guild) attacked her home. She was rushed to the basement by servants, hiding her away in a shelter below. They later emerged to find her father missing, her mother tearful but strong.

Her mother had instructions from Lord Stratos, and met their daughter with a staff, made from a gnarled branch, with some crescent resting on the end, made of some mysterious metal. She was to take the staff with her and go to her second uncle's home in Midi, where she would learn archery with her second cousin. There she stayed for two years. After, she moved in with her great aunt Vivian in Stella, who showed her how to Requip items, and some "finer points of being a lady," though such phrasing made Trinity scoff. Neither of her parents had been very intent on teaching her manners, so she never saw the importance.

After almost one year with Vivian, Trinity then took to wandering. Living under someone else's roof was too stifling (particularly Vivian's...), and she wasn't used to these people, as nice as they were.

She went west, across Bosco, and into Fiore.

 Personality: Though a bit of a drifter, she's a carefree, sweet young woman.

 Guild: Phoenix Wing
 Team Members: Karn, Fleo, Ariel

 Three Strengths:
 1. Music
 2. Physical Science Savant
 3. Agile, Dextrous
 Three Weaknesses:
 1. Physically meager
 2. Idealistic
 3. Rude? There's a word I can't think of...

 Greatest Love: Life Music
 Motivation: Step 1, find dad, Step 2, bring Metal home
 Appearance: Trinity wears her white hair short, framing a soft face and heterochromatic eyes. One is gold, the other purple. She dresses in cropped and tailored red robes.

 Have we met before...?

 Additional Details: Likes exploring ruins and old magic stuff.

Theme(s): Main Theme, maybe?

"アアチェリのまほう！" [Archery Magic!]

"エエナギ・マアく" [Energy Make]

[User]
Prince
Fiore || Magnolia || Train Station
Interacting: Sasha, Shujin

The tall feline simply chuckled in response to Sasha, winking a little playfully. He had guessed she wouldn't be the type to hit him for that. Unless he did something pretty bad, she seemed pretty forgiving. Nice girl really. That, and maybe she just wasn't sure if this was normal behavior for his kind. Most humans seem to disregard that, in which Prince usually did in turn just to annoy them.

Prince's ears twitched at the conversation, slightly lowering in a attempt to stop the loud ringing caused by Sasha loud shouts of anger. Being this close to them hurt his sensitive ears. But he didn't complain and only cracked his good eye open to watch the two, possibly, bickering siblings. Sasha's shouts were drawing other passengers looks, staring in confusion, curiousity and fear.

Her tirade was understandable, but not quite the tactful place to have one. After all, normal people tended to fear wizards when they got mad. It made them uneasy and think the train was about to explode. She was also sharing quite a bit of her past in the open in her anger. What sort of surprised him the most is when she motioned to the rest of them as her 'family' or friends. Even though she had barely just met two of them who weren't Guildmembers, and had little interaction with the other. It could be seen as quite naive, but it showed she did have a caring heart.

Stretching a little, Prince hummed and smiled brightly, despite the tense situation. "Now now, don't raise that pretty voice of yours. You'll start cracking it and cause people to worry." he said to Sasha with a smile and patted her knee comfortly with a deep purr in a minor attempt for the sound to sloth her a little, his tail flicking a bit to the rest of the passengers and subtly notified her growing silent audience.

"How about this handsome gentleman take a seat with us and you two can calmly explain your sides of the story mhm?" he suggested with a hum. This little family situation he probably shouldn't but into since he really didn't know much about it. Though it was interesting to listen to.

[Assistant]
Wes
Location: Unknown Forest

He just sat there, his back leaning on the tree, thinking about his lost memories and the ones from Edolas. For some reason his memory just flowed back into his mind once he returned to Earth Land. Perhaps it was his gravity magic that you could feel and the memories that he had with it over the years. But strangely enough, his magic felt different. Unsure if it was because of the lack of magic in Edolas that strengthen his body's magic capabilities or the Meta surgery that he went through that bonded microscopic lacrimas to fuse inside his body to allow him absorb and manipulate light. What time was he in? Because when he saw Sasha and Lazarus during his fight, it looked like they didn't age in the slightest, compared to him since he lived in Edolas for about ten years.

There were more questions on his mind, but only one rose up to make him remember what he was doing before he was in Edolas. Discover who his teacher truly is and his true motive for razing his home town.

Wes would have continued trailing off in his thoughts, but Gentsai and Taris found him, with Edo Shutler carrying Wes's armor. "Better have some energy because you left." Shutler said as threw the armor beside Wes. Sighing, Gentsai walked closer to Wes as he tried forming his thoughts. "I must say, I didn't think Earth Land would feel this great. It proves Taris's theory to be is correct with how Earth Land's abundance source can help stabilize our Meta coding. Especially for you since that armor was the only thing restraining your light meta powers."

"I suppose so, but I need to tell you something." There was bit of silence as Wes thought about where he could begin. "First, I must thank you all for helping me. When I was injured and the first person that I met was you, I was lost and couldn't remember anything. With you, Taris, and Shutler's help, I was able to recuperate. But ever since we arrived, I could remember everything from my past. The being that said, my real name is Wes Gusto of from Earth Land, and a member Phoenix Wing. I don't know why the other guild members would go to such length to stop us, but that's why I need to go to the their guild hall and talk to Jamie to see what I missed while I was away and try telling her and the others to not attack you guys." Picking himself up and standing, there was something else. "Before Edolas and the guild, I lived in the town of Jazand. There, I didn't have to best upbringing, but there was this man that thought me magic. But at the by the end, he only used the magic that he taught me to raze my town and frame me for the event. Now, I need to find whoever he is and know why he did it. I'm sorry to leave you all so earlier but-"

Gentsai cut Wes off as he raised his hand, which got Wes's attention. "It's understandable, Wes. I can't stop someone from going to where they belong or make them do something else. So permission or not, you can leave and its fine by me. This is your home after all. But if you ever want to contact us, you have our communication lacrima. Also, once you talk with Phoenix Wing, please tell them that we mean no harm, just a home for ourselves."

"You can even take the gear that we gave you. If Earth Land has the needed resources, I'm sure I can create another one, possibly even better since we're actually in Earth Land." Taris said as she smirked.

"Thank, again, thank you. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for any of you." Wes said as he began putting part of his armor on and picked up his glaive. With that, Wes nodded and waved as they went their separate ways.

Gentsai
Location: Unknown Forest

After awhile when Wes left, Gentsai decided to talk about something to Taris. "I know this is already an obvious question. But are we really the only ones from Edolas that got sent here."

"Sadly yes sir. The attacks from the earthlander's fire magic caused the anima to lose some energy and allow only us to leave Edolas."

"I see. But I could also feel it throughout the titan. At some point in time, every edolasian that was in the titan just vanished, teleported, or something. Probably because of those earthlanders."

"But it's not just that. Shutler, you have to control you're counterpart somehow. What he did was against what Gentsai would have commanded."
Edo Shutler simply shrugged as they were all sitting and eating. "It's strange. Although we're practically the same, there's something about him that feels different."

[User]
[James]

James was just a hair second faster than Penny, and he didn't hold back. "Holy Smite!" The power in the spell wasn't that it was a light spell of immense power, but that when it connected, it used the darkness inside a person's soul against them to cause pain equal to the sins committed. Even as the smite flew towards the woman, he was following up with a Shield Bash to stun her. "Darkness can never prevail so long as we light the way."

[Assistant]
Train
A suspicious individual had approached them from the shadows, revealed himself (more or less) to be Sasha's brother, and just as quickly, the mood in the room had changed fast enough to inflict whiplash. Twice.

This conversation sounded a bit more personal than she was comfortable with, too, what with all the personal demons and what not rapidly showing themselves. Time to bail. But... stay nearby.

Trinity slinked her way away from that particular group, to go crowd Nero instead. She halted her violin playing so she could lean in close and inspect this "Horned One" Nero brought out. "What is... that...?" It didn't look like anything in particular. Besides a tiny abomination.


[System]
Nickname(optional): The One, The Night, Shadow

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Powers: Shadow manipulation, Becomes stronger in dark places especially nighttime

Weaknesses: He has no love of light or relationships

Species: Spirit

Appearance(s):

Crush: None

Relationship: None

Spouse: Once had a lover, but that was along time ago.

Children: Many children, some dead, some alive.

Personality: Amos is dark, brooding, unhappy and some would say evil. He cares little for mortals, as they are not his kind and tend to break easily. He once had a romantic side to him, but whether it is still there, not even he knows.

History(optional): Amos is a spirit, so he simply came into existence one day instead of being born. He was not always as he is now, yes, in fact he was once adored and loved by the spirits he called friends. As he was a guardian of the forest he called home and was not to be trifled with. However, upon a full moon one night in an age long since forgotten he found her, his love. Her name was Camektris and she was not just a spirit but something far darker. He was in love, but it was slowly consuming him, twisting his original purpose of growing, into an abomination. His works withered, died and he was shunned. Amos became a shadow of his former self and when he turned to Camektris, she was no where to be found. In his anguish he finally learned what hatred was, and destroyed the entire forest, and when it was done, he lost his ability to have a physical body. Severally weakened he slept, appearing occasionally to witness the world and find a way to have a body of his own again. His dealings in mortal affairs caused many to fear him, some to worship him and led others to attempt his destruction.

Other: "Let the games begin"

[User] James nodded, then leaped about 20 feet in the air, spinning as he came back down almost like a drill as he extended the horns on his head to burrow through the ground, and made his way towards the swamp at high speed.

[Assistant] Down he went into the temple, exploring the numerous rooms, finding some gold and gems. All useless to him but he questioned why they were there in the first place. He soon arrived in what he presumed was the central chamber to find what looked like an old sacrifice and a treasure horde. Skeletal remains littered the place and in a circle of dead bodies wearing tattered robes, a blood red gem sat upon a pedestal. An aura of corruption seemed to flow from it, so he decided to let it lay there, knowing that it would not effect him in the slightest. The treasure about the room came in many forms, more gems, gold, weapons and armor. Something was amiss however, as it all seemed to be tainted but to a mortal there would be no difference. At the back of the room sat a table and a chair, to which he sat in the chair, regaining his powers quickly.

[User] The feat of acrobatics seemed slightly lost on Priscilla as she finished rubbing away the pain behind her eye. She sighed as she removed her pack and placed it on the floor to remove her torches from a loop on the side. They were just an oiled rags tied around lengths of rusted iron but with a swipe at her boot, one of the rags burst into flame, and she held it above her head in preparation to head in to the newly created tunnel. The other torches, she took the time to stab into the earth around the entrance to the tunnel. With a succinct point to the torches she spoke, "If anyone sees fit to follow and CAN'T see in the dark, take a torch and strike it on something hard. Like stone, or steel," She knocked on her breastplate to drive her point across, "You'll be able to see just fine after." She shot a look to Jacque specifically, hoping to encourage him to follow so as to not be the only human going on the trip, before descending into the tunnel at a leisurely pace.

[Assistant] "Well, here we go!" Zecurst said eagerly.

[User] Jacque smiled softly and looked to the tree line when Priscilla asked of the secrets of the land he'd called home, "This island is inhabited by a fairly sizable number of faefolk. It's safe to say there could be any number of mysteries about these lands.". Thus far things were going well for Jacque, in fact, they were going even better than he'd hoped. His arrival had been well received by the group, and while his adventure might have been starting a bit closer to home than he'd hoped, beggars couldn't be choosers. The ranger nodded silently at Priscilla's implied invitation and began to follow the others into the hole, grimacing slightly at the method used to travel to their location, as he knew the island well enough to find a discrete way to the swamps, but ultimately deciding not to raise too much of a fuss about it. It was indeed dark, however Jacque's sharpened senses allowed him to follow behind the Slayer ahead of him whilst at the same time keeping a comfortable distance. The ranger kept a relatively leisurely pace, after all, nearly every species of dragon, be they wyverns, wyrms, drakes, or naga, never strayed far from a location that they had marked as there. In all honesty, the only species of dragons Jacque could think of that didn't stay in one location would be those that inhabited the sea. "You mentioned that this creature was yours alone to kill, and I recognize that gleam you've got in your eye. With the species we're after and the way you're treating this situation, i'm guessing the swamp drake razed your village to the ground. Would that be correct?".

[Assistant]
The tunnel was dark enough that Priscilla's torch could only light up a few meters around her, the disturbed dust and debris was thick in the air, stymieing the warm glow of the fire in her hand. She drew her blade slowly, squinting her eyes as if to pierce through the obfuscating clouds of dirt, and hefted it in one hand with relative ease. Years spent in the training yard and on the hunt have made her strong, and she was proficient with wielding the bastard blade's weight fluidly in either hand or both. The torchlight glinted off of the blade, highlighting the nicks and scratches in its surface, but also showing the keen edge it held. The sword's handle was decorated with rune-embroidered strips of cloth that dangled over its macelike pommel and lop-sided cross-guard

Jacque's question caught her off-guard, making her pause in her step. The saddened expression on her face was known only to her in this dim lighting and closed-off space. She looked back, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she spoke. "That is a very good guess. Yes. The foul creature ruined my home," The memory was still fresh in her mind, whilst she had forgotten the name of the village and exactly where it was, she still remembered the events that drove her this far. She continued with anger in her voice, "Defiled the waters and devoured those I held dear." She spat in disgust, moving now with more purpose.

"For that it will bleed."

[User]
Arin sighed before heading back in the direction of the forest, the inu(Ace) following behind him.

Price eventually came upon five people, one group being what appeared to be triplets with an older boy watching over them and the fifth person being a girl(Aniram) who didn't seem related to them at all. With his keen sense of smell, he could tell none of these were human. Relieved, he began to approach the triplets and whoever else was there.
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(Still in his lair)

Hunter had finished the spell for summoning shadow creatures and looked up from his book to see what he caught. They seem fairly stronger than my last group of shadow minions. He grinned at the thought as he only hoped these newer minions could defeat someone he liked to call Dino-Boy(Arin).

[Assistant] Jacque grunted softly as his prediction hit the mark. Although he didn't show it, he felt a bit of pity for Priscilla, as he tale was one that many an adventurer shared. "Your mission is admirable Slayer, but you should take care not to let your goal blind you when the time comes to do what you have to do. You sound as though you have the will to take your revenge, however that's not enough. Drakes are fiercely intelligent, not to mention manipulative, when you go up against this creature it will first try to wither you down mentally to soften you for the physical blow. You'll have to be clear headed if you want to survive." Jacque said as he lightly tugged a braid again. Although he wasn't sure if the woman in front of him would realize it, he'd intentionally used the word 'survive' rather than 'win'. In battle there were far too many variables for a fight to have a clear outcome, and though he didn't speak of it, Jacque knew all too well that like many who had come before her, there was always the possibility that Priscilla would be the one that was slain in battle.

[User] James spoke telepathically to Jacque while he kept digging. "Not this one. He's stupid, and arrogant. He'll underestimate her, and be killed because of it. He is royalty after all. And royalty are too naive."

[Assistant]
Priscilla stumbled as her foot caught on a rock in her path, but she recovered quick and continued at her determined pace. She felt the tingling in her fingertips and the pain behind her eye returning. They were nearing the swamp and in turn, the swamp drake. The smell of brimstone and rotting plant had become stronger and her mouth was beginning to feel like the scales of a desert wyrm. Omens all, but at this point nothing was going to deter her from her goal.

She chuckled at the statement and nodded in the affirmative, "Oh yes, I've seen the temptations that the scaled folk can present us mortals with. I can assure you, supposed prince or not, there is nothing this squirming wretch can offer up to save itself now. And don't worry, I think best when I'm in the thick of conflict." She felt it unnecessary to mention that it was the only area that she considered herself as thinking well in. Her grip on her blade tightened. "I've come too far to be thrown off now."

[User]
The ranger's mouth quirked slightly at the sudden intrusion into his mind, "How odd. I've never met a drake that was slow in the mind. That being said, your views on those that bear the crowns blessing is a bit naive in and on itself. You speak as if all who have royal blood in their veins are naive. I've found that the number of intelligent royals vastly out numbers the fools, it's just that the fools tend to be the most vocal. The actions of a few and all of that." Jacque retorted mentally whilst brushing a bit of sand from his cloak.

Turning his attention back to Priscilla, Jacque nodded though the gesture was lost given the fact that she looked ahead. "So long as you are certain. Still, this will be it's playing field. I'll honor your request to stand aside during your fight, however if you'd like information regarding the swamp i'd be willing to impart some. Fae touched lands are not lands that one should enter without caution, and this place will be no exception.".

[Assistant] Priscilla looked back to the large man and felt her lips part in a grin. It was enjoyable to not have to travel this last stretch of her journey alone, and the advantage of having a local to offer guidance was not lost on her as she nodded back at him. "Well, these being the lands that you live in, and the knowledge of those attuned with nature is always a welcome commodity to we Slayers on our hunts. But first allow me to ask you something. You have the smell of a man who has dedicated himself to the wilds, seen its secrets and tended to its denizens. Am I correct in the assumption that you are some sort of druid? Maybe a guardian of the wood? You strike me as a keeper of the peace."

[User]
Arin went into the forest and continued walking.

Ace sighed, he was growing bored. He looked up at the one he was following. "Can we play I spy?" He asked.

Arin looked at the pup. "I don't see why not." He smiled as he said this.

[Assistant]
Ever started to feel tired of flying around watching people talk to each other and analyzing a few of them. They all seemed very interesting to her, and it gave her curiosity of what they all could do. She felt get wings start to get sore which made her let out a soft groan. She has been flying around for quite a while without anyone even knowing. Sometimes it does suck that she couldn't speak at all. And the only way to talk was if she was around people making words with the energy in her.

So to help her sore wings, she flew to the ground gracefully enjoying the feel of the wind passing through her. She was starting to get lonely which made her frown a bit. Her big wings helped her cover her body from sight as they curled a bit around her.

[User]
Virgil

A man with shoulder-length white hair, wearing a white tank top covered by a black leather jacket was awoken by the taste of sand in his mouth. He stood up and brushed himself off. Looking up, he saw he was on some sort of island or beach which was connected to a dense-looking forest in the distance. He wasn't sure how he got here, but he decided not to worry about that and enjoy his time here.

[Assistant] "A druid? No, no, nothing so magically adept. You're spot on with your next assumption however. I'm a member of the Ranger's guild. Been one since I was about sixteen." Jacque said as he reached out and touched the soil gently. The ranger brought his hand back and sniffed some of the dirt slightly before brushing his hand on his pants. James' digging was getting them closer to the swamp faster than he'd originally thought, impressing Jacque a bit. "As for keeping the peace, well, I do what I can to help. And yourself? You don't seem nervous, nor particularly arrogant, so you're clearly not that new at this, how long have you been a Slayer?".


[System]
General Information
Age: Late 30's
Class: Mage, specialization in illusion and destruction
Gender: Male
Length(in meters): 1.7
Race: Human

Character Perk: Studious. Dacheus has spent decades in focused study, devoting himself to the arcane arts. If something holds his interest, he has a nigh-supernatural ability to focus and study and retain almost everything he reads.

Character Flaw: Ooh, Shiny! The myopic focus required to learn such advanced techniques comes with a downside. Dacheus is powerfully distractible, not by traditionally shiny things like jewels and coin, but by arcane oddities. Outside of urgent situations like combat, he may need to be physically dragged away from things which capture his attention.

Appearance: Dacheus is a man with a medium, ordinary build. Jet black hair with a streak of white along one side. Rich brown eyes that seem to turn bronze in the right light. Rather than a pale skin characteristic of his profession, he has a mild tan, studying and working outside when he can. Various scars, resulting from arcane mishaps of one kind or another, have been covered and disguised with intricate tattoos.
Looks (and sings) kinda like:

Alignment: The Fools, I'll Show Them All! (Neutral)

Stats

STR(Strength): 10
DEX(Dexterity): 12
CON(Constitution): 12
INT(Intelligence): 18
WIS(Wisdom): 10
CHR(Charisma): 16

Skills:
[WIP]

Spellcraft [50]
Concentration [40]
Disguise [40] - limited to illusions.
Search [30] - Dammit, where did I leave it this time?
Decypher Script [50]
Language: Eldritch [30]
Performance: Dancing [20]
Performance: Singing [50]

Abilities:
[WIP]

Dumb Luck: Most magical progress is made through careful study and practice. Most of the time, Dacheus follows this principle. Once in awhile, he gets an idea and decides to try it out before studying its consequences. Sometimes it works, and he discovers that he can make the illusory dragon breathe fire. Sometimes it doesn't, and he gets a fresh scar to cover up.

Illusory Casting: One such successful experiment taught him how to cast evocation spells (fire, etc) from his more powerful illusions. If he has a Major Illusion cast, he can cast weakened evocation spells which originate from within the illusion. The illusion and the target of the spell must be within the spell's normal range of Dacheus and each other.

Spells:
[WIP]

Lightning Bolt [50] - A simple blast of lightning leaving his hands and traveling in a straight line. For when a single thing (and whatever's standing behind it) needs to suffer.
Fireball [50] - A small ball of flame leaves his hand, flies to a given spot, and detonates. Capable of filling an ordinary room with flames. (20' radius, 8d6)
Firebolt [60] - A more powerful ball of fire which strikes a much smaller area with much greater force. Capable of hitting a single target and people adjacent to it. (10' radius, 12d6)
Telekinesis [40] - Allows the caster to move objects with his mind.
Disguise Self [40] - A simple illusion to change his appearance.
Minor Illusion [20] - Small sounds and images.
Major Illusion [60] - Not-so-small sounds and images. Depending on the time he has to dedicate to crafting the illusion, this might be as simple as a person or animal appearing or as complex as a pair of armies doing battle, though larger illusions will be less believable and easier to see through.
Mirror Image [20] - Several duplicates of the caster appear around him.
Mislead [50] - An image of the caster appears in his place while he turns invisible.

Items
[WIP] (there's a pattern here)

Armour: Very little. Working in his lab/library, he wears an ornate leather jerkin and matching bracers, enchanted to protect him from his own mishaps. Over that, he wears a jacket with at least a dozen pockets. Simple shirt, pants and shoes, usually black and grey.
Weapons: A knife, but it's a tool more than a weapon.
Items: Enchanted knife, writing tools (parchments, quills), spellbook.
Gold: Left it at home.
Miscellaneous:

Biography

Dacheus Zaraphiston liked to tell people he was a wizard. After all, his father had been, and his grandfather, and several others throughout the family tree. And when he'd first started to manifest arcane talent, that's how he'd been treated. Taught to read, to study, to learn from books and rituals and theory.

And it hardly worked. The young mage drove himself to the point of madness, trying to learn to be like his father. He forced himself to sit and read a tome from cover to cover, absorbing everything it contained and yet unable to turn that knowledge into more than slight arcane progress. Months went by like this, even years, before a family visitor finally noticed the problem: Dacheus wasn't a wizard in the first place. He was a sorcerer, and under proper instruction (again, from outside the family, to his father's chagrin), his abilities grew in leaps and bounds.

They weren't royalty, but a family line with a history of wizardry was going to be well off. They may have been the lower part of the aristocracy, but aristocracy they were. Dacheus was accustomed to fine food, fine clothes, and minimal consequences as a young man. When he wasn't studying the arcane arts, he was learning to sing and dance like a proper young man, wooing young women and otherwise getting into trouble.

As a young man, Dacheus had focused primarily on illusions, the sort that could be used to entertain others or to disguise himself. Simple evocations, summoning fire or electricity, augmented this.

The first of his scars came as a result of a mishap shortly before his twentieth birthday, one which burned down much of his family's home and saw him exiled from his home city of Aasleagh. Exactly what he was trying to accomplish, no one ever quite determined. Either way, it saw him turned loose upon the world, making a living by selling his skills, usually as an entertainer, occasionally as a spellslinger. He put more effort into learning his evocations; a surprising number of problems could be solved with the judicious application of fire and lightning.

Over the next nearly twenty years, he traveled around the countries of Tiltha and Ambrogio. He somehow avoided building a reputation by putting on a different illusory mask every time he pulled up stakes. Any time he visited a major city, he would find a library, read for three days straight, and then head back out into the wilderness to experiment with his new knowledge. These days, after discovering a way to cast an evocation spell with an illusion as its origin, he is now working on mastering teleportation as an escape tool while leaving an illusory copy of himself behind.

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Slowly the voices nearby pierced the consciousness of the fair-skinned man in the robe and he began to stir. He picked up his head and glanced around. This was clearly not the valley outside of Kyranholm where he was pretty sure he'd last been. He sat up straighter, rubbed his eyes, and looked around yet again. The greenery, the running water, all that felt right. Right? No, no it's quite wrong. He looked at it again. That is not the same creek, those are not the same trees. And these are not the mercenaries I was with before.

Dacheus Zaraphiston buried his face in his hands and tried to focus, to think. How did he get here? It made no sense. Had he done something wrong? He retraced his steps as best he could. He had been in the valley, right? And he was testing out a new spell, a combination of teleportation with misdirection. Rather than just creating an illusory duplicate of himself while turning invisible, he was actually going to teleport out of harm's way at the same time. It should have worked. He had mastered both spells, mashing them together shouldn't have been a problem, right?

Apparently it had.

Ok, think. Valley. Mercenaries. Spell. Soo… what went wrong? He straightened up and looked around again. This is sooo not the valley. Where in the nine hells am I? Did something go wrong? Is this one of my illusions? He looked at a rock next to him and tried to see through it. It remained where it was, refusing to yield. He rapped his knuckles against it. Still it remained solid. He picked it up and inspected it closely. Sure looks real. For good measure, he bonked it against his forehead. Ouch. Ok, that was stupid. It's real.

Dacheus set the rock down and stood up. Is this my fault? No, it can't be, I'm not bleeding. But how else… no. Just no. Not my fault. He surveyed the room once more. Right?

With the initial shock wearing off, he tried to get his bearings. He was indoors, it was reasonably warm, there were trees and water and other people and none of it made sense. He looked down at himself. Everything was still where it belonged. Wizard's robe, spellbook in its bag on his back. Arcane tools and trinkets in the pockets of his robe. Still fully dressed, unlike his first teleportation mishap that had left him naked in the city square. Thank the gods for invisibility.

And then there was the matter of the other people. Two men, already up, and an unconscious half-elven woman, by the looks of it. Well, could be a man, hard to tell with the elves. Regardless, they weren't the marauding band he'd been working with over the last month. He wouldn't really miss them, but it was nice to be appreciated.

He turned and looked at the two men. "Gentlemen. Do you know where we are?" he asked calmly, bronze eyes flicking between the two. One was large and confident. The other was small and terrified. Dacheus would fit somewhere in between, in both senses.

[Assistant]
Caspian mentally counted his breaths, slowly being successful in calming himself. It was just the confusion, he tells himself, of waking up in the company of beings whom he did not recognize. He listened as the man named Raikon spoke, taking into account how apparently both of them knew nothing of the place they were currently in. It gave him a sense of slight relief that he wasn't alone in his current predicament. Information taken in, the new dominant question in his mind was what or who exactly brought them there. If his newest speculation was right, then the others with them were also from another place.

Oh, he was still cautious and tinged with nervousness, just less. He wasn't alone and that was very relieving to know. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. With a clearer mind, he surveyed his surroundings,more critical this time. Still, he failed to recognize anything. The towering elven figures make it seem like a temple, or a church of sorts. Something nagged in the back of his mind, but he couldn't remember what it was.

"I'm Caspian Fleiyril. I don't know this place, either, or how I got here." He answered, choosing to stay nearer to the man who seemed to not be an enemy at the moment. "I remember I was walking with my companions. It was broad daylight then in Kalakyth." He talked before walking towards the female elven, just to check if she was truly just asleep and alive. It was often his job to do so, and out of habit he felt the need to check on her. He was just about to crouch down to check her manually, and to wake her up, but someone else showed up.

His attention snapped towards the new arrival. The bronze eyes were odd. Very eye-catching. And then, the blackhaired man asked the same question that was voiced out earlier.

"We don't. Not really."


[System]
Nickname: The Runner
Age: 23
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 160 lbs
Pilot Class: Rabbit
Nationality: American (MidWestern U.S., under occupation of Warlord)
Appearance:

Bio:

Jimmy was the son of Carlton Tobias Web, a mechanic and former pilot. Carl was a local legend in the small area of "Jonesberg," a smaller region in what was once North-Eastern Ohio. Carlton himself was a Fixer when he used to fly the skies for Thomas Jones, the local warlord. There was peace and prosperity in Jonesberg due to the work of Carl and a few other local pilots. Carl's most prized possession, and one he kept a secret, a 1970s style F/A-18 Hornet he named the Roger Dodger. Jimmy was raised to be a pilot, learning how to fly in some of the older models his father had restored and inherited since the passing of his comrades. Jimmy also learned the basics of aircraft maintenance and repair, helping to modify some of the aircraft in his father's possession.

Jimmy was 17 when Thomas Jones, now in his 50s, came demanding to Carl demanding all of the planes at Carl's hangar be handed over to Jonesberg so that they could go use the planes to spread terror across the American Midwest. Carl's refusal led to Jones to shoot the mechanic in the head on the spot as Jimmy watched from a distance. Jones' men began to scour the hangar for other workers. Jimmy, out of shear desperation, fired up the Roger Dodger hidden behind the hangar under a tarp and took off. Jimmy wasn't used to the speed and agility this aircraft had shown.

For the next five years, Jimmy never stuck in one place long. He came to be known as "The Runner" due to his craft's exceptional speed and Jimmy's emphasis on running over gunning, often aiming to catch his opponents off-guard to take them out. Jimmy has kept in contact with a girlfriend from back home, Jessica, whenever he can. There is a printed picture of her taped inside of the cockpit, along with a picture of Jimmy's father, Carl.

[User]
Roland nodded softly listening to the two men's reasoning. Despite thier lack of direct combat experience they seemed to have an instinct for forward planning. He held his hand to his chin as he mentally calculated the journey, roughly 2 hours with no stops.

Okay, lets move out. We will make for georgia while there is still daylight. I only know of one garage near Bankhead so I hope your planes have been serviced for the stretch.

And with that the 3 men left the gas station. Luckiky for them there was enough fuel at the station to fill all thier tanks up, although Roland left himself till last and wasnt quite filled to 100% but it would have to do for now. He pointed in the direction they would be flying and gave a nod to both Rodriguez and Jimmy before climing in his Iron Jackson. The canopy went shut, and the dull echo of the metal buzzed through his ears. This was it, time to try and do some good for the world again, or die in the attempt.

Prepare for take off.

And with that, the pilots hit the runway and were in the sky. Flying towards Atlanta.

[Assistant]
"Right'o!" Rodriguez exclaimed in agreement.

With their brief interaction discussion concluded, each pilot made their way to their respective aircraft. Arriving back to his machine, he circled Pandora, inspecting it of any physical anomalies that could have incurred during the flight here. As expected, it was a smooth flight and the reinforced airframe was perfectly intact. Sparring no time and eager to get off the ground, Rodriguez climbed back into elevated canopy and sealed the access latch behind him.

He squeezed his way past the amassed instruments of his electronic warfare suite that made up much of the cockpit until and settled in and claimed his seat. It didn't take him line to fire up the aircraft's systems, only a few seconds after sliding the ignition into place, followed by an low awakening whine reverberating throughout the airframe. Rodriguez peered at the gauges and self-inspecting apparatuses of his control board. Everything appeared fully functional with the fuel meter having hardly dropped from the trip and still perfect to crossing several more states.

Reclaiming his flight mask and wrapping the intake loosely over his mouth, Rodriguez prompted Pandora's two turboprop engines to life. The dual-propellers of each engine slowly counter rotated in tandem with one another. Each few seconds, the props spun faster and faster, increase the pitch and loudness of the engines until the revolutions game to a consistent fast-spinning growl. His Super Savage was alive again.

Taxiing the runway took a few minutes to eventually complete. With no air traffic control to guide him through a series of holding patterns and awaiting the imminent return of landing aircraft, none to speak of in this case, taking off with only two other aircraft to note of was easier to manage. Once he was on the runway and clear of any obstacles, he applied the throttle and immediately felt the G-forces kick in as the initial growling of his turboprop engines become a duo or roars. The Pandora, pushed by the propellers cutting into the air and the exhaust acing as a mock jet-engine, streaked down the runway before Rodriguez pulled the flight stick inward, ascending the aircraft.

After several minutes climbing, Rodriguez put his machine meters away from Roland's left flank, merging into formation.

[User]
Jimmy Web: The Jonestown Runner

Jimmy got up from his chair rather slowly once the meeting had concluded. He wanted to enjoy the free air while he could, even if it smelled like absolute garbage in the gas station. He would mosey on over to fuel up his craft, making sure to fill it to the brim. He never turned down free gas, and he always went into a mission on a full tank if he could. After all, if he needed to run... he needed to be prepared to run.

Jimmy hopped up onto the wing and stood there, watching the other two pilots take off first. He felt the sun beating down onto him as he fastened the leather straps to his helmet. He gave it a couple smacks to make sure it was on nice and tight and wouldn't bounce around too much before lowering the shade covering on the front of the helmet, the safest Jimmy could get to sunglasses when flying the way he did. And as he watched the planes cruise up towards the heavens, Jimmy lowered himself into his own cockpit and fastened himself in. He tried activating his jet... and nothing changed. No roar... the systems themselves weren't even booting. Everything remained dead. Jimmy sighed and flicked a few switches that certainly had nothing to do with turning the systems on. With a quick closed-fist smack onto the console in front of him, the Roger Dodger roared to life.

The aircraft began to ease its way down the makeshift runway as Jimmy slowly eased the throttle. By the end of the path, the Roger Dodger climbed into the air at near cruising speed. The young pilot readjusted the pictures in his cockpit that were nestled firmly within some of the instruments on the console in front of him, placing a gloved finger over the picture of his father. He strapped on the mask and intake and quickly set the equipment so he'd be fine as he began climbing towards the formation and the air had become a little thin. Jimmy closed his eyes for a moment and swore at the small mistake and eased the Roger Dodger into formation, ready to fly into his first proper fight.

[Assistant]
It had been a smooth flight, in spite of some delay due to a headwind. A small bazaar with a long airstrip in the suburbs around old Minneapolis had given him a modest deal on fuel and he had even had a lucky find, a P-90 rigged with a pulse laser attachment. Pity it lacked the necessary power pack. Still, it had a couple magazines and one was even full. That was a hundred shots if he got into a crazy tight spot. Ryan Lungfirst hoped that he would never need to use it.

The meeting place was coming up fast, but he knew that he was running behind schedule, so he maintained altitude instead of descending. He searched the sky below him until he saw it, a small group of planes that were on an exit vector from the meeting place. He was late for the meeting, yes, but not late for the job. He adjusted his course slightly to match the direction of the other planes and continued at his cruising speed until he closed the remaining distance. He was still high above the other planes and behind them as his shadow slipped forward until it drifted across first one and then another of them to settle over the canopy of the Iron Jackson. It was then that Ryan Lungfirst broke radio silence with a steady voice muffled by his altitude mask.

"Long-Dive to Iron Jackson. Holding at 6 O-Clock high."

There wasn't that much more for him to say. He didn't know who the other pilots were or even the full details of the job. But, he did know his plane. Lungfirst was not inclined to be overconfident but he had long since learned not to be nervous or worried. Those states of mind made it easier to panic and panic is a killer.

[User]
The all too familiar roar of the Iron Jackson's engines began to gargle and then scream as the jets blasted him off into the sky once again. Rodriguez was on his left flank and Jimmy was on his right. If nobody knew that he literally just met them, they might even look like a legitimate wing squadron. The first couple minutes of flying was smooth but also somewhat depressing as there was destroyed airfield in their path. Roland knew that oil fields were major targets for anyone who flew a plane. So to even begin to think of the horrors that the people who worked there had to endure made his back shiver. And gave him just one more reason to investigate and hopefully stop this bandit army that would make oil fields a weekly if not daily target.

Roland wondered if he should comment on it to his new wingmates, but before he could speak his radar began to beep. The grizzled veteran's finger immediately found itself on the machine gun trigger and he was already getting ready for evasive maneuvers. But despite his instincts he managed to calm himself down and opened the radio link that was being sent to him, it was Ryan Lungfirst.

Roland had specifically remembered requesting this pilot, as he wanted someone who had experience with bandit groups. The fact that Ryan also had worked as a mercenary was a bonus. He had heard many tales of the Alaskan pilot from his contacts in the north, the fact that they were a similar age made him sure of his experience. Roland spoke back into the intercom with partial relief.

Copy Long Dive, join formation on my rear. We are heading to Atlanta. Wingmates Hefferman and Web can fill you in on the details if you need them, good to have you on board Mr Lungfirst.

The after finally getting clear of the damaged oil field, the land was more clear, mainly flatland with some cracked roads networked in patterns over the area. The skies seemed clear, at least for now.

[Assistant]
Ryan Lungfirst was aware that at least one of the dog fighters below him could probably reach his altitude, even if they wouldn't have much maneuverability once they reached it. They were customized planes. He had half expected the group to break formation before he broke radio silence. Unfortunately, they not only held their relatively low altitude formation but their leader ordered him to join it.

"…He didn't get to see my plane…" Lungfirst mumbled to himself, silently cursing the headwind that had made him late. He didn't dare explain his craft's specialized features over the open airwaves. He just had to hope that his temporary comrades were observant enough to detect how vulnerable he was at low altitude. Then he had an idea of how to fix that.

He clicked his radio to transmit. "10-4. Out." His muffled voice was flat and unenthused but a discerning ear might have noticed an edge of worry under the professionalism.

He pushed the nose of his XB-35-M4 into a measured descent, pacing it so that he would match altitude and pass the formation 200 feet in front of the Iron Jackson. Then he would drop back behind and rise to join the formation smoothly from beneath. He didn't like fancy flying but these other pilots needed to know how different his plane was from theirs without discussing it over the radio in uncertain airspace. This way, they could all get a good view from below and then from above. Hopefully that would answer questions without them having to be asked. And, if one of them was a scanner, they'd have a perfect opportunity to get an accurate and detailed readout on the Long-Dive.

There was one other matter too. He couldn't fit on the Iron Jackson's six unless the other two moved. His wingspan was almost as wide as their entire formation at present. He could come in at the back, and that would be his target location, if the other two pilots didn't loosen up the formation, since he had no intention of ramming them.


[System]
"Jester" by Ninjatic licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Mundane
Tale: N/A

Appearance: Roxana has a petite build, standing at of 5'4". She is usually elaborately dressed, to the point that she is almost identifiable by her true facial features. Ironically, her dressing is what causes her to stand out in most situations. She has a youthful look, making her seem younger than she actually is, and is slightly tanned with dark, wavy hair.

Powers/Skills:

* Acrobatics - Roxana is very agile and can perform stunts due to her training. She is also proficient with small weapons.
* Sleight of Hand - Roxana can leave, take, or conceal objects without being seen.
* Performance - Roxana is a charismatic individual from far, and can effectively entertain.

Personality:
Roxana does not speak much, but she is abundantly expressive in other ways. Giving off a playful and whimsical, yet unsettling vibe, her mannerisms are elaborate and rather eccentric, and her actions can be unpredictable at times. She is a child at heart, being a curious and excitable individual. She enjoys getting acquainted with new people, though, that might not often be too apparent, and is rarely ever outwardly aggressive.

Her tendency to be rather difficult to read, as well as the mischief that she would occasionally be up to contributes to her discomforting aura. Although quite a few would not fancy spending a long period of time with her up close, they are always impressed watching her from afar, in awe of her proficiency and elegance as she displays her skills. However, there are some who are able to make a friend of her, and she would often make known her appreciation for their company.

History:
Roxana was born and raised in a family of travelling street performers, and trained to do dangerous stunts from an early age. They moved from town to town, entertaining the crowds for whatever they would pay them. Seeing the looks of admiration and appreciation on the faces of the people who watched her perform was everything to her. It was how she felt accepted by the public. However, due to her consistent moving, she rarely had the opportunity to interact with the 'normal folk', and never understood their true feelings towards her and her family.

It all changed for her one night when her family stopped their caravan on a path through some woods. A bunch of bandits attacked without warning, catching them completely off guard. Although the bandits only intended to rob them, the lives of her parents were not spared. They must not have wanted to deal with the skills of stunt performers, and took the chance that the element of surprise had given them to take out the obstacle. Roxana would have been killed as well, if she had not managed to escape on time.

The then teenage girl was left to travel by herself, using the skills she had learned to get by. She found it difficult to explain her situation to anyone she came across, due to her lack of experience in communicating with people who lived such different lives. In addition, she was perceived as bizarre and unusual by many. She continued to stick to her performances, though, she would at times resort to betting games and petty scams to get her hands on some extra coin.

She continued in such a way on her own for years, until she stumbled upon a desolated, miserable town one day. The air was heavy with the ambiance of death, decay and despair. Curious to find out the reason for the state of the town, she proceeded to make her way through it, though, her efforts to obtain the answers that she had sought were unavailing. Deciding to leave, she wondered if there were any clues in the next place she went to. Her wandering eventually brought her to Ravenport, and she would get by in the place the same way she had always done, unless of course, there was something better for her.

[User]
~Elizabeth~

Squelch

"Ugh, filthy..."

Pulling her boot out of the muddy puddle, Elizabeth gave a small grimace. The dreary day outside was no consequence. The city of Ravenport was always like this. The coast it was built on seemed to always have near constant rain. There was an odd calmness to it, really, and if she was doing anything other than walking through it, she was quite sure she'd be relaxing to the sound of rain on the window with some tea. What was of consequence however, was that she was walking. Walking. With just an admittedly well made cloak to protect her from the rain. Pathetic that's what that was. If anyone from her old life saw her, she'd be a laughing stock.

"Working at some shady detective agency no less..." The noblewoman muttered quietly. Had she a choice, she'd be doing anything but this. She wasn't someone who should have too. Chase down criminals, crawl through mud and muck to reach a goal. No, that was what her maids, attendants, and subordinates were for. Or at least, they would have, had she any left. At least what she was being told to do was somewhat easy and up her alley. She was nothing, if not studious about her objectives and goals. She read the files backwards, forwards, and asked Rolfe about the temperaments of each people involved to get a general idea of their attitudes.

She did not have confidence this could be resolved quickly and cleanly after what she had been told, that much was certain.

By now, Elizabeth had reached the waterfront, stopping for a moment on the docks to look out over the sea. Smelled like fish, and would otherwise be fairly picturesque in the melancholic gloomy way. Hm, perhaps when she had her titles and fortunes returned she'd commission a painting? Idle thought. Back on the task at hand. Making her way along the dock, eyeing one of her destinations in the distance. A ship by the name of the Bloated Barge. A rather detestable looking den of degenerates and lowlifes, also known as a tavern. An establishment she'd normally not be caught dead in. She'd head there after the Crabbyshack pub and getting the details from Merkle. As long as she kept a level head this should be easy enough to deal with some unruly plebs.

"Nothing you can't handle Eliza..." Finally reaching her destination, Elizabeth looked up at the sign hanging above the door. One of her 'colleagues' should be here soon, but she'd only wait for a few moments before heading inside and taking care of this herself.

[Assistant]
Gordon Edwards

Rain was like a way of reminding people that god cried too.

At least, that's how Gordon sometimes saw it, most of the time however, all he could see was pouring rain coming from the clouds above as constant reminder that life went on, and that he was glad he wore a trench coat.

The droplets of water would hit him, only to slide off like tiny waterfalls, as the wind occasionally swiped at his scarf. Wind was never really an issue in a city such as Ravenport, as even on windy days the buildings gave some cover from it. Windy days were chilly, at least that's what he had heard others complain. The only thing he could possibly complain about was his new position in the sketchy detective agency and the case file he'd been handed. Earlier that day, he'd been given his first assignment, an investigation into a possible act of sabotage over at a local pub. It was a place he'd been at least once before, though he hadn't been there long. Something about live sea creatures unsettled him, and although he had been hungry, he decided to skip lunch and left before he'd even heard the specials.

Tugging his hood slightly more over his head, the young man stepped over one of the larger puddles that had formed on the road, his boots hitting the wet cobblestone with muffled thuds. He was looking forward to the case, at least in some sense. From the look of Rolfe when he handed him the files, this kinda thing had happened before, he could tell that much even before he looked the two characters over. Neither one looked the type, but competition sometimes changed people, but for all he knew, it really could be just another stupid coincidence that Barker's seafood were dying.

He'd find out sooner or later, as he rounded a corner and out from the dark buildings of the main streets, his eyes landed on another figure, standing just outside the pub known as the 'Crabbyshack'. Crabby was right, the woman who ran it didn't sound to cheerful. Judging from the way they stood, and the fact that he knew he had a partner on this particular mission, Gordon lightly jogged towards the figure, his boots kicking up small splashes behind him.

Slowing to a stop before the figure, He nodded at them, as he pushed open the door to the better off tavern. Comparing the Crabbyshack to it's competitor, the Bloated Barge, there was honestly no real contest, though he wasn't fond of either. Stepping inside and throwing off his hood with one hand while leaving the door open with the other, he gestured for his college to follow, while running a quick once over of the one he'd be working with.

She seemed somewhat impatient, obviously not fond of rain, or being in such a place, not to mention, even under his cloak, she seemed to be of noble birth, not exactly someone he'd expect to see working such a job, but she was there, she was easy on the eyes, and she seemed to have an air of intelligence to her. Good, he'd been worried he'd be sent in with some mindless brute who ended up breaking everything.

"Sorry for the wait." His voice was sincere, though he meant it as more of a formality then anything.

[User]
~ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔢~

Location: Ravenport Central Square

Mission: Cat Herding

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Harry gripped the small bottle tied about his neck. It contained several ingredients including herbs and a tiny tuft of his fur. A service provided by a witch for a price. For the mundanes, the bottle necklace appeared to be a plain trinket. No worth or significance to its purpose, other than his personal attachment. The actual truth was that it was the only thing allowing him to walk around without a lynching mob hot on his white cottontail.

He had been worried all day about his glamour failing. When he originally bought the thing, he felt the price was far too cheap for the quality. Even for the bare minimum requirements, the more you had to change then the pricier it got.

Most the time he could make do. A bit of his voice behind a corner, dash underneath the furniture or out of sight had saved him lots on needing a glamour. However, he couldn't interact directly without one.

At the thought, Harry ran his fingers through his light brown hair. The locks unfurled then fell to frame his face's soft curves. This glamour failed to hide everything from his original form though. His figure was still considered rather short for a human and pretty lanky. The face was cleanly shaven for a youthful appearance, but his two front teeth stuck too far past his lip. He tried not to look at anyone for too long because he knew his eyes were a bit too golden causing his anxiety to rise. He couldn't risk Basil and Rolfe deciding he was too much of a liability to their business before deciding to let him go.

Idly he continued to hold the trinket for a few more moments before he shoved it underneath his shirt, hiding it from sight. Harry swallowed a tightness at the back of his throat as his right foot thumped the dirt. A bunch of time had passed now, but no sign of any fellow co-workers. His ears swayed about alongside his eyes, both sight and hearing were surveying the scenery.

When he received the case, Harry thought it was some sort of cruel joke. A hare chasing cats was not likely to go over well.

He doubted the glamour would cover his scent and the feline fiends might start chasing him instead. That's when all bets were off. Cats liked to play with their prey and that fact disgusted him, his lip curled up with a twitch.

"Where the hell are you?" Harry muttered.

[Assistant]
~Elizabeth~
Location: CrabbyShack
Sabotage investigation

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At least she didn't have to wait long for her colleague. A man, slightly older than her and more than a little rough around the edges was running towards her. Not fond of the rain, was he? Should probably move somewhere else in that case, but she spared little thoughts on such a matter. He probably though she wasn't cut out for this job, and likely expected someone such as herself not to be working on something so mundane. It was easy to tell she wasn't a common rabble. A pleb, a merchant or a slum dweller. Well, she'd just prove this man wrong.

"No matter," She said, stepping inside the so called tavern. At least he had the proper manners to hold the door open for her. "Just be sure to be faster next time." Immediately her nose was assaulted by an unpleasant odor, causing her to grimace and scrunch her face slightly. Ugh. Smelled of fish, wasted life and sweat. Definitely a place where dockworkers and laborers would hang out. Sharply exhaling, she brushed her nose with her hand, doing her best not to appear too put off. Didn't want to make an unpleasant impression on madam Merkle.

"Elizabeth Keeler." She said to Gordon, boots dully thudding against the floor as she walked. "In case you forgot. Lets make one thing clear before we start this. I don't want to be here, but due to certain circumstances I am obligated to put forth my effort into this little detective agency." She turned to face her colleague, a bored expression clear on her features. "So I'm going to be calling the shots here, understand? I'm not going to have some uneducated commoner to muck things up for me."


[System]
Username: Jbcool
Race/Species: Woad (Wood) Elf

Gender: Female

Age: Around the 250ish mark

Career/Class: All-round exceptional scout, guerilla fighter, survivalist and first-class archer

Weapons:

* A 'classic' Elvish longbow, similar to the comparable Human weapon, around six-feet from top to bottom and etched with swirling designs – oddly, the bow is constructed from a wood that cannot readily be identified but seems to stretch with extreme ease; to the Elves of the woodlands this is known as 'Wyrdwood' a special kind of wood from a tree that is both flexible, has the blessing of the forest God, and has limited regeneration if the object is damaged. The string is made of a hair from the mane of a unicorn.
* Quiver or arrows – within this quiver, worn across the back, contains numerous arrows of varying designs. From the most common arrow, a simple triangular-headed shaft, to bodkin arrows more capable of piercing thick flesh and armour. These tips are usually crafted from bone, runes into tips that would otherwise be unable to penetrate anything more than leather armour.
* Elvish short-sword – This weapon is usually worn concealed beneath the flowing cloak worn by Arassel, around eighty centimetres in length it has a leaf-shaped blade of bronze (all the better for causing grievous wounds), and an edge that is always sharp.
* A small flint hatchet/hand-axe that can be used as both a utility tool, as well as a more 'fearsome' weapon in combat.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):

Arassel could almost be the quintessential Elf in appearance; around 5' 8" in height, yet possessing a graceful and sylphlike form of packed muscle – her limbs like coiled springs of corded muscle and her overall frame not as 'light' as one might expect from an Elf – she is nevertheless broader than her Silver Elven cousins across the shoulder, and owns the athletic form of one who has spent their entire life in a constant state of exercise and readiness for conflict.

In the face it is hard to tell whether she is male or female for those not of her own race - her almond eyes of emerald green, elongated and pointed features covered by flesh which appears constantly 'dirty', but in actuality is simply a deep tan, and the locks of auburn hair – complete with leaves woven into the strands and around her ears - flowing between her shoulder-blades all plausibly able to be found on any of the rather androgynous Elven peoples.

Yet it is her lilting and enticing voice (as well as the more...obvious points of anatomy) that show her as nothing but female; as with many of her people, she is versed in the songs and ballads of both the Kaelic Isles and her forest-dwelling kinsfolk, capable of silencing entire halls and bending the ear of most to her will.

One thing that does mark her out from any other Elf are the various tattoos and markings patterning her body and face using a method unknown to man, but probably carved into the flesh at a young age. These designs vary from appearing as the veins of forest leaves, to the swirls and interlocking variations more often seen among the tribal Kaelic peoples. These patterns are generally varying hues of green, giving Arassel a more natural camouflage as well as accentuating her already otherworldly look.

Armour: Woad Elves are often seen as backward and primitive, compared to their more civilised relatives at least, and this particular Elf does nothing to dispel that notion by way of her attire.

Needing to move with fluidity, and capable of avoiding most damage in melee combat, she clothes herself in loose-fitting robes of gossamer layered over the top of solid but flexible bark – these reinforced sections mostly covering her shoulders and around the waist area, as well as being crafted from the same unique material as her bow – a cloak of tawny deerskin hanging from her shoulders, covered over with leaves, pieces of bark and hanging moss.

She wears nothing upon her hardened feet, capable of walking over most things without damage.

All-in-all, to those not 'in the know', she often appears as a living embodiment of the forests fury and indeed counts herself as a guardian of nature and the natural world in general

Equipment/Other Nothing, really...perhaps a few herbs carried in a small leather pouch, as well as a wooden figure of Sendarius worn about her neck. That's about it.

Mental Description/Personality: Wary and withdrawn would be the best way to describe her, a tough nut to crack, but once someone has managed to prize her out of her shell they may well find a hospitable and good-natured person there to meet them. Unlike many of her kind she has left the Forest and seen much of the world, both the good and the bad, and it has allowed her to produce a more balanced view of it in general. Nevertheless, friend or foe, get on the wrong side of her and she will have no qualms about returning someone to the ground from whence they came – there to feed the Earth and rejuvenate the nature she worships as a deity itself.

Goals: To learn more about the world outside Vérna'thelan, to safeguard her kith and kin through any means necessary, and to exterminate demonic forces wherever she may find them.

Background/History:

* Born in a small settlement in Vérna'thelan, she was raised, as with any other of her kind, to respect nature and to be forever on her guard against the evils of the world. Hence she grew into a suspicious, yet not entirely xenophobic, member of her race.
* As she grew, her parents relocated to one of the few Elven enclaves on the more northerly part of the Kaelic Isles, constructing their own long-house within the branches of the towering trees there and conversing often with the marked Humans that they encountered. Trade of all manner of things was commonplace, and Arassel warmed to these fiery but lovable islanders, a gift of a bronze sword made to her in return for helping a local village fend off a raiding party of Vretonnians – men who had just happened to get lost on the waves of the sea, but who had decided to try their luck against the primitives of the island.
* Upon reaching maturity, and with the consent of her parents, she returned to Vérna'thelan to seek the permission of the ruling elders to partake in a rite of passage known as the 'forest pilgrimage'; an undertaking practiced in some of the wide-spread villages upon the Kaelic Isle (less prone to xenophobia and paranoia than their forest-bound relatives) which involved young Woodland Elves travelling from forest-to-forest across both the island and further beyond, learning what one can before deciding ultimately whether to return to the Great Forest or not.
* Granted approval she set out almost at once, taking little with her save for what was essential, and before long – well, almost a century and after experiences of every type later – she is walking down the road toward Dethu'lun and her future.

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Zin entered the abandoned and falling apart guard tower with a casual stride. His hands sat lazily on the hilts of his kukri. He was ready to grip them at a moment's notice. His eyes darted across the fire lit room taking in the appearance and measure of each individual inside. The room was mostly dominated by humans, though that seemed to be a normal occurrence in these parts. There were a few interesting fellows who's kind Zin had never met before. However, the wood Elf had been a small surprise as he did not meet many of his cousins this far out.

"Greetings," Zin nodded in greeting but did not take a seat at the table. Instead, he found a section of wall that appeared to be stable and leaned up against it.

A few more humans would arrive shortly and take their seats. It was then that the man near the back of the room would stand. He introduced himself as Kayden and possibly this gatherings new Captain. The Dwarf from outside then entered the room and strode up to Kayden.

"Before we begin, there are a couple of things. First I'll speak about what is on everyone's mind. Loot." Kayden continued on and several people murmured their approval. "You get the bounty for what you kill yourself, but if we find loot somewhere, we save it, put it in a pile, and distribute it evenly... "

Though it would shock many here, Zin really had no interest in the getting of loot. Yes, he took bounties and turned them in, but never so much that it would fill his coin purse. More often than not, Zin took the bounties that no one else thought worthy of their time.

"Well Met..." Kayden's Dwarf companion, Morek, said.

Zin's ears twitched moments too late as a large creature landed behind the so-called Captain. In reaction, Zin pushed himself upright off the wall. His hands firmly gripped around the hilts of his kukri. If it were not for the unsurprised Kayden Zin might have launched himself to protect the man. Kayden didn't turn around, but glanced backwards and gave a pleased smile. "Meet fail-safe number two. His name is Jex."

Zin relaxed his grip on his weapons and leaned back onto the wall, albeit still slightly agitated. It was then that Kayden actually explained the reason for their rather unusual gathering. He wanted them to take on a band of 50 men, who had wronged Jex. Zin thought it a suicide mission. Even with their numbers they had little chance of taking out that many opponents, especially if they had the advantage of the Keep.

"...However, there is something we must speak of first."

Morek turned and strode over to a shadowed corner of the tower only to reveal a giant treasure chest. Morek then set it behind Kayden and bashed the lock apart with his axe. The captain turned around and nodded to Morek. The Dwarf opened up the chest, to reveal not treasure, but a man with tousled hair bound and gagged. Zin raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"This is one of the bandits…." Kayden explained hastily. The information they had gathered said that tomorrow a group of 30 of the bandits would be ambushing a Lord on his travels. "If you're not with me, leave now..."

Up until this last bit of information, Zin was of the mind to do just that. However, with innocent life so clearly in danger, he could not leave them to that fate.

"Would we not be better served to attack the keep while their main force is away from their stronghold? Then when the others return, their numbers thinned, laden down with loot, we can mop them up." The woman who identified herself as Cassilda said.

"perhaps myself and a few of the stealthier of our number could go round up my crew tonight and together we could lie in wait for tomorrow's bandit ambush party and ambush them before they even have a chance to ambush the lord!" the small man named Hobnob added.

"If I might suggest another option, the lord will have fifteen good fighting men with him. Another dozen or so surely would not be remiss, and would help even out the numbers against thirty or so bandits quite handily. A keep storming against twenty men very likely to still be unaware if we move quickly after our initial battle, considering how slow thirty gold-laden men are likely to travel- ought to be fairly simple compared to the same battle against fifty men." The man named Nuva suggested.

"I have come to be known as Zin. I am inclined to agree with Doer," Was all Zin said.

Zin had reservations about this entire situation. He was unsure of the group's capabilities and feared the group could be headed to their slaughter. The young Warrior, Kayden seemed enthusiastically ready to lead. But was he? Why was he so eager to lead people to their possible deaths or worse? Zin had never heard of this man before and thus could not accurately judge his ability or motives.

There was only one way to find out.

[Assistant]
Halbark gave a big laugh before heading down from his dramatic entry position, dousing the flames of his steel gauntlets with a couple of pats on his trousers. With a nod towards the armoured Dwarf and Kayden and got to a seat to drink the already poured ale.

"A good touch on the whole thing, having ready poured ale."

He said to no one in particular as he made a show of pouring the liquid through the gaping hole of his mask in long gulps. Absentmindedly he watched as the others entered and only a small sign of clarity came in his eyes when Kayden started speaking of the terms of their agreement. He never cared much for strategy or the larger picture and Halbark didn't even notice he was saying just that out loud after the wood elf did his say.

"Me, I Don't care much for strategy, that's for you to decide Capt'n, I am more of the 'set-me-loose' mentality if you catch my draft."

Somehow that made him thirsty and he snatched another mug of ale from the table to take a good gulp. Even Halbark didn't know if that was all of his say, but he kept it at that for now.


[System]
Pilot Character Sheet
Appearance:  5 foot 5 inches.

Age: 22

Personality: Kxeyun is very clingy, due to her past and her separation anxiety. To help cope with this, she can be found playing with dolls in her room and has named one after herself. When someone tries to leave her alone she immediately goes for a hug and begs them to stay. If she likes said person as a close friend she panics when they leave, thinking she's done something wrong, only comforted by reassuring words or their return. To stay close to people, she strives to outperform her whole team, thinking it'll help her be liked.

For other interactions, she tends to be really open about herself and arches her back to show off her body. Her goal in life seems to be getting as many friends as humanly possible and never leave them behind. She's also very kind but will kill to protect her friends. She likes sharing with her friends, like food, music, toys, and random facts. Some of her hobbies is making food and giving little treats. Due to her past, she is VERY strong willed.

Backstory: Kxeyun's history beyond being part of Denver is unknown due to family-hopping and being in a rural area. Originally part of Denver-Vegas, Kxeyun was in the Reality Games for recognition, as an NC pilot. However, her effectiveness with her Reality Game NC was noted to be above the norm. Due to her efficiency in the hunting grounds and exceptionally high killstreaks, she was offered a slot into the military despite being extremely competitive with other NCs, unsurprisingly as a pilot. she was part of the force dealing with other corps, specifically NCs and large force movements.

Her NC was a prototype, essentially a Pseudo Hunter-Killer NC. They never expected it to work well, considering Denver uses ranged weapons and this NC called "Sahaquiel", meaning "Ingenuity of God", is an all melee build. It is not known if the NC manufacturer is religious or not, though Kxeyun isn't, leading the name to probably just be a stylistic point. When placed in battle, upon recognizing how well it worked against other NCs, they put development into new equipment for it. One of these equipment pieces was a mouth, added in case if an enemy restrained both arms.

During that time, an unknown individual approached Kxeyun and taught her of Haven and Red-Star. They offered her and Sahaquiel a way to get to Haven too, she regrettably accepted. On her way to Haven via a cargo ship, a Denver-Vegas capture NC intercepted, they CLEARLY didn't want her to escape. The Denver NC reportedly boarded the ship and began scanning. Kxeyun managed to sneak into her NC and engage the Denver NC, which didn't expect it to be ready to fight. Sahaquiel reportedly tore the capture NC to bits in a surprise attack. No surviving pilot of the capture NC was found. Denver gave up after that.

Since then, Sahaquiel and Kxeyun were left alone and got to Haven safely, they were accepted. Kxeyun was checked and has a high synch rate with Sahaquiel, 89.6. Other NCs drop considerably lower, 76.5 on average. As such, she has Sahaquiel as her designated NC.

Tactical Preferences and Skills: Kxeyun's personality makes it hard for her to stay at a distance, she WANTS to charge in and rip an NC to shreds. Her vision with an NC is solid, same with outside one. She's a good assistant for Sniper NCs as she can get up close and distract the enemy, or grab and position them to be hit by long-range units.

Notes: Kxeyun has a favorite song.

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NC Character Sheet

Code-name: Sahaquiel, Ingenuity of God.

Appearance:  (ignore scale models in the corner)

Body Type: Bipedal, bulky.

Type of NC: Heavy Melee

Equipment & Armaments:
Dual Engines: This mecha has 2 engines. Primary is for main body functions, the secondary is for the thrusters and arm-mounted shield piercers.

Shield Piercers: This mecha has reverse engineered shield modules in the heavily armored arms, allowing the arms to bypass shields entirely. However, notably, this means the arms are unprotected when the shield piercers are in use.

Heavy Claws: This mecha has heavy claws, designed for ripping through buildings and other NCs. However, notably, this prevents the NC from using traditional weaponry like assault rifles or pistols.

Shields: This mecha has a set of energy shields, designed to stop kinetic and energy rounds. When the shield piercers are active, this NC cannot extend these shields to the arms, leaving the body and legs shielded.

Mouth: This mecha has a mouth, not meant for consuming things, but meant to rip through things with a powerful bite. This mouth is nearly impossible to see when closed and near undetectable on sensors.

Viper Thrusters: This mecha is equipped with hidden Viper Thrusters, giving it additional temporary boosts of speed and punching power when activated, this helps make the mecha faster than normal Heavy Class NCs

Ejection Pod: This mecha is equipped with an ejection pod, that ejects Pilot (and Passenger) with core system data, to prevent capture by the enemy. The pod is boosted by rockets and lands 80-150 meters away from the NC, depending on the firing angle. When it fires, a large metal plate on the back slides down, and if it cannot, it is ejected by separation thrusters.
Notes: This mecha is unusual, it stands at 6 meters for normal height and when it stands fully up 8 meters. It also has a 3 jointed leg system.
The mecha also has a secondary passenger seat where someone can accompany the pilot in battles. It serves no function other than showing camera and sensor feed to the passenger.
It has been noted that the Pilot tends to vocalize growling/roaring and has it come out of the loudspeakers, the reason for this is unknown.
Sahaquiel's roars sounds like this.

[User]
Mariano flinched as she was given a warning by Theodore. In this, she bowed her head deeper and said

"I do apologize, Sir. I had to because I felt too troubled to come back without doing so. Forgive me for this." And afterwards, she rose up from her place and joined the other Volunteers, taking a vacant seat close to the girls of the team, especially Anna. She smiled at her and said, with a bit of nervousness

"Do forgive me. I may have made a terrible impression." She tried to be friendly, extending her hand to her. She told her

"My name is Encarnacion Mariano, the Queen of the Spaniards living here. Nice to have you here with us, Anna. Welcome to the war."

She then smiled and turned to Seamus and asked him

"Good day. You wish to team up?"

[Assistant]
Seamus was the new kid on the block. But that didn't deter him yet. Isaac LaBelle already made his first impression to the Irish lad. Either a traitor or an untalented hack (for being caught) that deserved to have his kneecaps blown out. Execution would be too merciful. He spoke out regarding Mr. Labelle in a pithy manner.

"Back in my home, traitors have their kneecaps blown out. But what am I to say? I'm just an Irishman." If only he brought some Guinness with him. He'd be offering a few drinks to socialize with his compatriots. But he'd be pushing his luck, as he realized that not everyone shares the same tastes as he does when it comes to alcohol. While he was neither a drunkard nor a glutton, he did like to socialize over a pint. But that's for another time. He was about to sit down and chat up with nearby people...

Until he was suddenly shocked when the queen acknowledged him. "Begorrah! It would be an honor to team up with you, your highness. However, I do hope it would not be too troublesome." The tone of his voice indicated a sober sense. Seamus hoped that an alliance with Paragon-origin royalty didn't conflict directly with his mission. His facial expressions did express some skepticism as he overheard Encarnacion's speech as he was listening to the brief.

This was a critical point. As the son of Mr. O'Sullivan, he had big shoes to fill in. Inheriting an agent status was no small amount of luck. His perception allowed him to pick up cues from the body language. It was time to play the cards right. After this, Guinness time. After some first impressions, he hoped that Her royal highness was one to hold her liquor.

After the acknowledgement, he resumed to waiting for the next assignment, asking nearly pilots a question. "So what's your story?" The Irishman spoke with a informal yet welcoming tone. It was too early to hold grudges. For now that is. But if anyone mocks his father's death, that'll bring out the fighting Irish in Seamus.

[User]
@Psychic Loser @ArmorPlated

The Queen smiled at the somewhat loud but friendly and new volunteer. She approached him and offered her hand to the man, saying to him gently

"It is not too much trouble, really. Anyway, my name is Mariano. Just call me that. Anyway, I am from Spain. I'm volunteering here in order to get back my country from the Paragon Corp. In addition, I hope to befriend you over the course of this great war."

Then she turned to the other people in the room, telling them with the same smile

"Hello again! I hope we can all work together and better this time. I hope I could find that person who saved me from that battle. I owe them my life and my NC!"

After she said that, she chuckled and turned back to Seamus, telling him

"You were asking me about my story right? Or did you mean someone else?"

[Assistant]
Cody Ang

Loser

Cody had a look of surprise on his face, fortunately no one could see it. He would now be part of, no, commanding, a squad of his own. Though he has worked as a leader in the past, being assigned one this quick is unexpected to say the least. At least he didn't have any problems with his teammates. Of course he trusted TABRIS, and wouldn't find any sort of difficulty fighting alongside her. The other name however, was that of the newcomer from Denver-Vegas who was going to be replacing their former sniper. The news accompanying Mustang's arrival was actually a distressing one, looks like Red-Star wasn't the only one with traitors in their midst.

We were lucky that we caught him before he could wreak any damage, but next time...

Cody was going have to be more vigilant this time around, any of his comrades could be a suspect at this point, especially the newcomer, he would have to keep a close eye on them. He would then turn around and start walking towards his new teammate, stopping in front of her seat.

Cody: So, you're the newcomer huh?

[User]
Anna Mustang

Anna smiled to herself. Things were looking good so far. Her introduction had gone without a hitch... at least so far. However, when one of her teammates came up to address her directly, some part of her knew it was some kind of red flag. She ignored her instincts, looked up at Cody, and chuckled.

"Nice outfit," she said. "As you probably got from the introduction, I'm Anna. I originally hail from Denver-Vagas and I pilot the Lug. I know that may come off as alarming, but trust me, I'm ready to shoot some baddies! The Lug has all you could ever want in an NC and I'm ready to give it a spin." Anna stood up from her own chair and held out her hand. "I know I look good, but I won't be afraid to chip a nail if need be."

Anna a paused for a moment and thought about that last sentence. Did that make her sound to vain? Judging by the crowd, it was probably alright.

[Assistant]
"Someone almost betrayed us? That's not good..." Kxeyun thinks, the faint holographic figure of her over in a corner of the room, her hologram was tuned to be lifelike as possible. A silent, breathless, huff is let out, she also looks a bit frustrated. She looks towards Cody, thoughts prowling in her head. "So he's leading the other group, huh. Guess he's good, although I know nada about him." Her eyes continue gazing over everyone else, locking onto Terra. Her gaze softens instantly. "Terra... Terra... I like her, she's nice." her eyes close, relaxing just a bit. "She's more than just a friend... Close friend? Nah... Best friend. Yeah, that makes sense, best friend." she lets her eyes open a bit

She noticed Anna almost burst into the room, which gets her to let out a loose giggle "So we got someone who wants to show themselves too? Cute." A wide grin spreads across her face, she finds this strangely funny, perhaps a bit embarrassing for Anna. Seamus however, grabbed her attention like a large black bear on a sheet of ice. Despite his question, she keeps her silence, unwilling to repeat that story again. She gazes away, pretty stoked that she's with Terra next battle. Hopefully, she doesn't be stupid and tries to assault the big baddie head-on next time. She still has leftover faint phantom pain from that knife...

However, upon hearing Anna speak again, Kxeyun perks up and the hologram brightens a bit to make her more noticeable. The hologram walks over to Anna and she says "Really? Another Denver-Vegas defector? I'm Kxeyun, Kxeyun Amarati. I pilot Sahaquiel. Currently, I'm in the medbay." A sheepish giggle escapes her lips as her hand reaches up and rubs her neck. "I sorta... Attacked Red-Star's biggest combatant head on, I almost won too... Anyways, yeah. I'm not sure if you know of Sahaquiel. She's very powerful up close, being a melee fighter of course, I just hope she's all fixed up for next fight... Even if I'm not totally ready, I'll still fight!" Seems like she's back to her cheery self.