[System]
Age:19

Gender: Male

Race:Human

Weapon:Leviathan: Revolver+Gauntlet combination

Made of heavy, barely-reflective metal in both the black and off white varieties, Leviathan itself is a hand cannon of impressive size and weight. Chambering six rounds in the traditional example of a 'six-shooter', the hulking firearm is notable in its own right due to the exceptionally thick casing surrounding the barrel, adjusted to prevent warping and overheating when used in a constant firefight. It is capable of emptying its cylinder as fast as Ivan can pull the trigger, belching fire at a rate that makes it seem like the skeletal sea-creature that adorns its side and gives the gun its name has once again come to life.

The unnamed gauntlet and its partner are made of the same thick, unwieldy, and heat-resistant that make up Leviathan, with the revolver being attached to the right hand via a locking mechanism that allows the gun to swing between the wielder's hand and pressed up against user's forearm. The armor plates all have hard angles on them, along with a primarily dark color-scheme with off-white highlights. A small, buckler-style shield made of featureless dark metal covers the mechanism to prevent any stray attacks from directly interfering with the relatively delicate piece of machinery in the trials of combat. The left gauntlet is outfitted with additional ridges of the heat-resistant metal to balance out the weight of the hefty weapon.

When docked on the user's arm, Leviathan is still able to fire, either shooting backwards at enemies behind the user's elbow or forcing the right hand forward in a devastating strike. Otherwise, it can simply be used for storage of the weapon when not in use.

Specialty:Long-Medium range damage dealer, preferring to strike with power and exceptional speed. Capable of close combat when using using his Semblance in tandem with Leviathan's heavy caliber shots, although predictably and with the same ammo limitation as his regular back-line strikes. Bad in extended engagements.

Semblance: Able to control the force of Dust reactions in direct violation to Newton's third law. Instead of having recoil when firing his particularly large handgun, Ivan's power allows him to transfer all of the force produced by the reaction, effectively doubling the effectiveness of an ordinary shot while removing the kick that could throw his aim off. Naturally, this can be used in the opposite manner, allowing Ivan to direct all the power from the reaction into recoil, giving his fist a powerful punch when Leviathan is docked on his forearm. Despite these benefits, there are several limitations to his Semblance. He cannot control any reaction that is not Dust based, nor one that isn't within several feet of him. There is also an upper limit on the force he can redirect, and any sufficiently large enough reaction can and will toss his influence aside should Ivan try and interfere.

Personality: Arrogant and prone to bouts of taunting and violence. Significantly sadistic when it comes to fighting Grimm. Attempts to pull off 'roguish charm', but fails miserably when it comes to his jokes, which are usually tasteless and often insulting.
Intensely loyal, and bursting with confidence. Despite his prideful nature, puts the safety of unrelated parties above all, and finds it abhorrent and cowardly for any enemy to take hostages or hurt the innocent.

Color: Ivory

Emblem: A circle with six smaller circles arranged inside of it, a la a cross-section of a revolver's cylinder.

Appearance: A well-muscled youth with a short shock of dark hair and brilliantly green eyes. He's tall and well tanned, but leans on the slight side, favoring more of a runner's build than that of a brawler. Ivan would stand out from a crowd based on his features alone, complete with a strong jaw and sharp nose, although his eyes are too intense to be considered truly handsome.

Ivan's usual attire consists of a stiff vest of dark leather over a cream-colored shirt, along with similarly colored pants and thickly built combat boots that extend to his knees. He's quite fond of his ratty old headband, a black object that has only gotten darker with the passage of time. When feeling the need to be impressive/or grandstand a lot, he throws on a poncho in the color of eggshell and an impressively large and floppy hat to match. In combat, he pulls on a belt that is lined with several hard-backed pouches that house the multitude of bullets that he needs to actually fight.

[User]
The math class was agonizing. With her head still throbbing from whatever it was her opponent... made her do to herself she guessed... trying to process what the professor said was a nightmare. The fact that Diamond never even went to school and what little she knew of sciences she learned herself didn't help at all. The history class wasn't much better, but at least the speeding weirdo in front of the blackboard was ready for them to be indisposed for one reason or the other. At least her head stopped pounding by that time.

As the last of the morning classes came to an end, the thug was looking forward to some food. The disappointment at the selection of meals was blatantly obvious from the pout on her face. The closest it got to meat was chicken sandwich, and the wine to go with it she could only imagine. Grabbing two of the sandwiches and piling the rest of the plate full of the fries before finding herself an empty seat.

"Hey, so....in class....how did you all know what the professors were talking about? That's....not stuff you guys learned, is it? Because.....well.....I never learned any of that." Oswald dropped, and Diamond grunted with a nod. "Never needed it, never heard of it." she summed up her own education, "The state really takes pathetic care for it's children." she jabbed.

[Assistant]
The next class was math, something Ineko somewhat enjoyed. The mildly strange Professor Fullbuster had given them work packets, during the lecture Ineko blazed through the packet. Perhaps the Professor had intended some of it to be homework, or some of it classwork, nevertheless he finished most of the entire packet in the length of the class. Most of it was elementary for him.

The next class, history, was something Ineko was interested in, but had never before really delved into the subject. Ineko believed that it was Professor Oobleck teaching. He thought it strange that a man would have the name of a non-Newtonian fluid, but dismissed the thought once he began the lesson. Ineko paid extra attention to the lecture.

Then it was lunch, solving one mild annoyance, his hunger. He stood in line and picked up a tray, going through the bars he got a couple of things. Two chicken sandwiches, the bowtie pasta didn't look particularly appetizing, a dish of macaroni and two dishes of fries, and a glass of water as a drink. After paying for the lunch, he sent out a drone to look for a place to sit. The drone quickly found two members of Team SIII, sitting at a table. The drone landed on the table, where Ineko would sit, and a short moment later Ineko himself arrived, put the tray down on the table and sat down.
"Ivan. Indigo." Ineko greeted, one of these days someone is going to mess up the names he thought to himself. Ineko took off his helmet and gently set it down next to his tray, he took apart the sandwiches and added some fries in the sandwiches before reassembling them. He took a sip of water and began to eat one of his sandwiches. "First day of class gents, and we're not dead yet. I'd say so far it's going pretty good." He said between bites, ignoring the scrapes and grime on his own armor. He would clean it later.

[User]
Daniel watched the other fights progress, making notes in his mind about how the others fight. If there was anything he paid attention in, it was in fighting. Mokuren and Diamond's fight was interesting, if a bit fast. Robert and Abel, ehh. In fact, a lot of people's fights were just ehh. Priscilla's fight proved to be stupid, yet a bit entertaining at the same time, especially when she was flipped upside down.

Finally, the matches were over, and it was time to move on to other classes. Math, UUGGGGGHHHH. Boring. That was not what Daniel signed up for when he wanted to become a Hunter. History, ehh, at least it was more entertaining than Math. The teacher there was pretty interesting too, especially with the way he zipped around the class so quickly.

Then it was lunch time. Grabbing a sandwich, some apple slices, and some apple juice, he then paid for the lunch and moved on to sit with his team. Taking a bite out of his sandwich, he chewed for a second before asking, "So, not bad for the first day, eh?" He then swallowed his food and took another bite.

[Assistant]
All of his enthusiasm and energy had died. Or rather it was grabbed by its throat, choke-slammed onto the ground and then viciously executed by way of a bullet to the head. When the first period bell had sounded, Shiro was quickly and harshly reminded that Beacon Academy was still a place of learning. Not only were promising and great future Hunters/Huntresses trained here, they were afforded the best education that Vale could offer. It was still a school, after all.

Shiro's ears flattened against his head and his tail lazily swept at his feet as he sat in Math class, staring at the packet of mathematical problems/equations in front of him with a forlorn look. Looking up at the sleeping teacher and the room around him, Shiro sighed heavily and slowly opened the packet. As a child, he never had a formal education. What they taught him at the orphanage was basic at best. It was only at Signal that he received a better education but even still, he struggled. It wasn't to say that Shiro wasn't bright and smart, it was more so that he was lazy and disliked complex/critical thinking. It made his head hurt. Sure, math was important, but how did math seriously apply in real life beyond basic arithmetic? As he slowly worked on what he did know, skipping over what he didn't know, he couldn't help but ask...

In what deity's name did someone think combining the letters from the alphabet with numbers was a good idea?!

At least, History was easier on him. It helped more so that the eccentric teacher seemed to inject a bit of his hyperactive zippiness back into Shiro's spirits. Chin resting on his gloved fists, Shiro tried his best to pay attention. Though some parts were definitely interesting, he again failed to see how having history lessons would aid them in combating the Grimm. As the slide show presentation continued on, Shiro couldn't help but nearly plant his face into his desk, as for some inexplicable reason he grew dreadfully tired. For the rest of the period he remained under the radar of the teacher and softly snoozed, drooling a bit as he dozed the history period away..

Thankfully, he had already made it through the first half of the first day and was granted a brief reprieve from the daily grind of school life. It wasn't much different from Signal after all, just a new place with new faces. As he waited in line, he saw what the cafeteria was offering and his spirits were crushed yet again. Most everything was some kind of starch/grain, vegetable, or fruit. Blech. He recoiled at the sight of them. The only meat they had were the chicken sandwiches, and they even had white milk. Wishing his first meal at Beacon would be a bit grander, he half-heartedly grabbed what was allowed to him. In all honesty, he wanted to pile as much food as he could onto his plate but the cafeteria workers seemed to frown at the idea. He was a bit jealous when a few of the other bolder students muscled their way through the line and grabbed whatever they wanted without a care in the world. He wanted to do the same, but that wouldn't be right. It wouldn't be fair.

With just a plain tray of chicken sandwiches and milk, he made his way to a free table and took his seat. Setting his tray down, he looked around for his teammates. Too many sounds, scents, and people moving about for him to locate them. Though, as large as Gren and Abel were it shouldn't be too hard to pick them out in a crowd. Shrugging, he decided to start eating without them. Removing the pieces of chicken from between the slices of bread, he clasped his hands together once done. Thanking everyone who were responsible in getting the food he was about to eat to him, he picked up his utensils. Oddly enough, though he was starving at this point, he neatly ate his meal with peculiarly impeccable table manners. As he ate, his golden eyes roamed around hoping to catch a glimpse of the Fox Faunus ladies..

Oh right, he had to do maintenance on his weapons whenever he got the chance. His mind then went down the list of what was required of him to make sure his gear was in top working order. If he had more free time, then maybe he would hit up the gym. That is, if he wasn't too beaten down and exhausted with homework and assignments.


[System]
G E N I

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"Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."
B A S I C I N F O
A G E

17

G E N D E R

Male

R A C E

Lion Faunas

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C O M B A T I N F O

W E A P O N
Apex Predator: A weapon forged in the aftermath of his most recent altercation with a student during his two week suspension. During this time, Geni chose to shed much of what reminded him of his past, which involved abandoning his beloved Ragnorok, and called for a new weapon, a new beginning. This was found in the creation of Apex Predator, a twin axeknife set capable of being infusing with dust, causing all kinds of devastating after affects; such as burning and freezing.

S P E C I A L T Y

Geni's fighting style hasn't changed all that much in 2 weeks, as he still prefers his acrobatic and flexibility display when fighting an opponent; but with this new weapon in hand, he finds himself having to adjust his style a bit more. Suddenly, he is capable of ripping through material defenses with his axes and the tip of his knife. Although he is far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gives him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand with his old weapon. From and acrobatic rouge, Geni is slowly shifting into the role of a guerilla brawler; setting ambushes, using the element of surprise, and using his extraordinary mobility to harass the enemy, striking vulnerable points before fighting the enemy head on.

S E M B L A N C E
Lion King: Based on his current mental standing, Geni can summon one of two lions to the field of battle, one white colored if he's mentally stable, the other black if he's not. Twice as large as a normal lion, these animals have skin so tough that bullets struggle penetrate it, and sport claws as strong as steel. These felines follow Geni's every mental order and are connected to him on an other worldly level, capable of fighting along side him at anytime. Like any other lion, thier sense of smell, sight and hearing make them impeccable trackers and hunters; but his mental standing, is what makes them so different. While they share the same characteristics such as immense strength and speed, armored hide and powerful claws, thier fighting style differs. While with White Lion will nip and claw, assisting Geni, the Black Lion is a ferocious predator, doing anything to rips its enemy apart.

But this Semblance is not without its drawbacks. These lions are difficult to maintain over long periods of time, especially the Black Lion; at most, Geni can maintain a summon for no more than a few minutes before complete Aura depletion.

C O L O R

Gray

E M B L E M

A black and white striding lion.

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R É S U M É

P E R S O N A L I T Y
On the surface, Geni comes off as a rather silly and lighthearted person, frequently engaging in comical behavior and retaining his oft-present grin. He displays a childlike amusement for new situations whether or not they prove adverse or even potentially fatal, he has a penchant for wandering off on his own. Even with all these idiosyncrasies, Geni is extremely personable and has a particularly complimentary nature that easily gains him the friendship and trust of those surrounding him through his actions.

Of course, these aspects hide the complex and determined young man underneath. On the reverse side of his frivolous nature is his considerable shrewdness, which makes him quite capable of reading people and situations. Being singularly ambitious, Geni also has a remarkably tenacious will that allows him to overcome virtually insurmountable obstacles and accept inhuman burdens for the sake of his own goals. Geni has a considerable pride that will not stand for having his humanity insulted or condemned by his enemies, but he is also capable of shelving his pride if it becomes something that will stand in the way of his objective.

Geni is very protective of family and comrades, refusing to allow any harm to come to them and often deem their safety more important than his own in spite of his own personal ambitions and goals. He has to be reminded several times that his own safety is something upon which many people depend and he uses his loved ones as his primary motivation when all hope seems lost. As such, he becomes furious when observing those who willingly or remorselessly cast aside their own comrades or brethren and is sickened by the idea of superiors who reject their duty to those who trust them.

But Geni is not just a two-dimensional being with personal struggles, he battles with mental demons that plague him day and night. At times, Geni may seem like a totally different person; a scared veteran. This darker side of Geni stands as an inquisitive, apathetic observer most of the time, assessing people and situations while throwing out morality and the concept of grey areas as contaminating factors. Driven by such mindsets as "survival of the fittest" and "to the victor go the spoils", this Geni takes great pleasure in determining whether the will and/or strength of one person or party is capable of overpowering those of another and genuinely respects people of strong will and unshakable conviction, but cares little to nothing for the lives that are affected or even lost as a consequence of the conflicts that arise due to his actions. Even his own life is accountable to his unconventional ideals and he is only too glad to put his existence on the line.

[User]
Oswald Connoly-Armory Class

Oswald had no idea what to do as Gren attacked Ivan, screaming about taking on the Unsubtle. Yeah, guy was crazy. Oswald wasn't willing to use his Semblance again, not with this many people around. The risk of accidentally ending up inside of someone else was far too great. Thankfully, the other students were more than eager to assist, with multiple people coming in to Ivan's aid. In fact, so many people came that Oswald wasn't even sure who the hell had actually stopped Ivan from getting his head crushed like a grape.

The professor scolded the class as Geni made his escape, followed by Sapphire, giving the aggressors involved detention. "So.....who exactly counts as a aggressor here? Cuz I did kinda threaten to unleash the tank...." Awkwardly looking around, Oswald decided to go back to his seat. This class had been an exercise in futility. They'd gotten some good notes about Dust, yes, but it was the first day of school and already people were making allies and enemies. Oswald wondered if he'd made any of either with his speech, but he couldn't be sure. the only person who probably thought of him fondly in any way at this point was Sapphire, and of that he wasn't even sure.

That was why it came as a surprise when Marcus praised his efforts, even if they hadn't gotten any results. The team leader was already on his way to his vehicle when Oswald thought of a response, causing him to shrug.

Once the professor returned and dismissed the class, Oswald decided to speak to Sapphire. She'd seen his Semblance in action, and it was always a fun time seeing people's reaction to it. Even the people he grew up with never managed to get used to it, though Oswald restricted its usage at most times. "So, that was pretty...." Finding himself unable to come up with an appropriate word, he just blinked for a second or two before continuing. "Yeah. Well, you got to see my Semblance in action earlier than expected. It's always a little unsettling to use, but I'm mostly over it by now. Mostly."

[Assistant]
Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies

The red-haired woman applauded the man known as Aurellius for taking down the Sitting Bull with a unnecessarily strenuous, yet entertaining style of fighting. While the style may seem inefficient against human criminals and the like, against certain Grimm, the style actually seemed disorienting enough to catch the beasts off-guard. She wondered what it was like to pole-vault, however.

With that in mind, Sangue noticed Ben claiming that he could give her a second set of notes. Her stoic expression never fading, the woman bowed slightly, letting her hair softly move around her neck in interesting ways, before turning back to pay attention to the classes. She truthfully did feel relieved that someone would take notes for her, though she was unable to express such emotions well.

She remained quiet, her scarred eye closed with her unharmed eye slightly open.

[User] Greyson made sure to keep an eye on Pricilla until the professor said to pay attention to the grim and not her and Greyson blushed a little in embarrassment and quickly said "yes professor" Greyson said softly as he mumbled "not like I couldn't beat any of them anyways" Greyson said as he went back to paying attention to class regardless of how he felt about Pricilla he needed to make sure he passed the class and stayed with her as a result. Right now Greyson was annoyed at Robert but he decided that Pricilla wouldn't like it if he dueled Robert for Pricilla considering that she wasn't that kind of girl so instead Greyson needed to be smarter then Robert and to do that he needed to pay attention...

[Assistant]
Daniel - Armory

Daniel turned around to see Geni already leaping on desks to attack a fellow student. Daniel's first instinct was to grab a desk and throw it at Geni in order to make him stop. Before he could actually do that, however, someone managed to be quicker and stop Geni. Crisis averted, the flames on his arms went out and his hair turned back to normal. As he sat back down, though, he was then given the news that he would be getting detention.

"WHAT???" Daniel exclaimed. "Come on, I'm not the one that drew his weapon outside of combat class!" Still, knowing it was futile to argue, he sat back down, arms folded in annoyance. To be fair, his interference certainly didn't help matters. Well, it was just one detention. It's not like it was the end of the world. Sighing, he wondered what was going on with his teammates. Probably something boring and actually related to schoolwork.

That reminded him, he was here to learn. Right now, he hadn't gotten to learn anything yet, thanks to the ranting about terrorists and what-not. As the class was dismissed, he was only just a bit more annoyed now. He had been hoping to use this class to get some upgrades for his weapons, but it seems like the time would come later. Oh well. Next up was Survival. That may actually prove to be interesting.

[User]
At long last, the bell tolled once more. The students, lost in their technology, disputes, education, and combat, had allowed a full hour to slip by. Some left their respective classes sporting bruises and scratches gleaned from their vicious duels against Professor Port's captured Creatures of Grimm; others bore wounds far less obvious and far more impactful. The enemies and alliances made in the year's first Armory class would endure for some time, but exactly how much time those scars would fester was up to the individual. Would they on both sides of the flaring confrontation allow grudge, resentment, prejudice to dictate their further interaction throughout the year? Or would they forgive, and instead focus on the lighter, more companionable side of intimacy?

Abel, for one, greeted the bell with a groan. Lost in the battles raging both inside the Grimm Studies classroom and out on the terrace, he had forgotten all notion of time. The liveliness of the class made the whole thing seem like less of a forced learning regimen and more like a party, though the guardian had never allowed himself to become too hyped, lest he also forget why he was here. As he walked from the room, heading to 5th period and the esoteric outdoor classroom of Professor Vorosky's Survival class, he dredged up details from each of the fights that had taken place.

First had been the wendigo cub, whose intelligence and cunning had melted into pure rage and given Ben an ultimately easy victory. There was surely something to be learned from that, and not just about Grimm. Next was Aurellius's near-psychotic, ultra-manly beatdown against the Sitting Bull. Following that was Jack's skirmish against the Broodling, and despite the spider-like Grimm's best attempt to slow him down with acid and webbing, it had been utterly flummoxed by the dagger-wielder's uncanny speed. After that, Abel himself had been selected, and found himself pitted against a vicious Harpy. That particular battle had lasted only seconds. A lightning bolt from the Ampere practically reduced the thing to cinders, which was neither entertaining nor educational for anyone, and Abel regretted not being a better sport. Finally, a reluctant Diamond had been called upon to destroy an Itzamna, and after a little initial trouble, managed to gain a height advantage and form what looked like her shadow into a bludgeon. After that, she had actually knocked it out with a tap to the base of the skull, instead of killing it. Despite Diamond's act of passivity, Abel found himself noting want to get on the girl's bad side, and was sure that if she had a fair rematch with Mokuren, that she would be the victor.

His thoughts shifted to Survival class as he walked. It had been an obvious pick for him, but what exactly did it entail, he wondered.

[Assistant]
Geni Hung - PE

Geni's started to hurt after made line after line, erase after erase. He was finally able to create a concept for a weapon, it as a gauntlet that encased the whole arm, from the shoulder down to the finger tips. The weapon was adorned with claws on the finger tips and a blade that was placed at a 45 degree angle on the forearm. Geni had planed to have the weapon utilize Dust, but his knowledge on the subject was lacking, unfortunately, this was the class that he was supposed to learn about it, and he had wasted it away with his "antics".

Geni jumped a little in his seat when the bell for the next class sounded. Thank God., Geni mumbled to himself. The class felt like it was running a little long. Geni stuffed his drawing in his pocket and walked quickly out of class. P.E. was next on the agenda for Geni, a thing that he was all to familiar with. Although Geni was not very muscular, he was lean, and he did have the 6-pack that he assumed the ladies liked. Unfortunately, it was hard to impress the ladies because the most likely had it also, everyone hunter in the school probably had one, there would be no impressing people in that class.
Before Geni could walk into PE, he quickly through Ragnorok in his locker and ran to the dorm room to change quickly. He wore a simple white workout T-shirt that conformed comfortably to Geni's body. He then out on a simple matching white shorts. To top it all o he grabbed his white sneakers and ankle socks and made his way into the gym.

Geni peaked his head past the gym door. It was a pretty large room, perfect for running around and playing all kinds of sports, even the made up ones. Geni took a tentative step inside before quickly walking inside and finding a spot near the top of bleachers. "Hope this isn't on of those work out classes." he mumbled to himself as pulled out his now wrinkled drawing and examined it and his handy work.


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

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

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

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

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

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

[User]
Even with the intoxicating aroma of Lady Crest's blood muddling his thoughts, Peter was a determined and efficient healer. As he applied pressure to her injury to slow the bleeding, he remembered his encounter with the girl's father years ago. Alexander had had an intriguing scent about him as well, and now he knew it must have been the unique blood that flowed through both of their veins. Swallowing the saliva that built up in his mouth, he leaned away from her slightly in a conscious effort to reign in his inner predator. In her current state, he knew her weakened heart would stop beating if he fed on her now. For the sake of maintaining some semblance of peace with the Order, he couldn't kill her.

However, as his dark brown eyes traveled over her face, he supposed he could understand why his son had been so infatuated with this human. She was lithe and beautiful, at the peak of her youth. At her age, her physical features could rival most female vampires who maintained their spry appearances forever. But mortal beauty was fleeting. He was sure Vail would thank him later when the spell was broken, and he realized what a huge mistake he would have made if he had chosen Victoria over the far superior Sylvia.

Peter's thoughts were broken when his sultry patient suddenly whispered to him. His unreadable eyes met hers, but he didn't speak. It was bewildering that she would try to protect Vail when he was clearly the one who had left her in this pathetic state with his bite, and he marveled what his heir must have done to wrap her so tightly around his finger. Even if the two claimed they were in love, the clan leader knew better. The girl lying beside him was nothing more than a novelty, an amusing toy for one who had grown bored by the mundane repetition of immortal life. His son had been taken by her forbidden charms, but the thrill of having his way with a human would wear off. All he had to do was sever the attachment a bit prematurely.

"It is presumptuous of you to tell me that you can make my son do anything," he said venomously, indignant at her assumption that Vail could be made docile by a member of the species his kind so easily controlled. "He acted of his own free will and shall face the consequences accordingly. Now, please, do not speak. I don't have the patience to argue with you at the moment."

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Vail walked briskly through the dark halls of his family's manor, anxious to return to his bedroom before his father could change his mind about helping Victoria. He made quick work of gathering all the supplies the clan leader had requested: a bowl of ice, a coil of sterile bandages and a cup of hot tea. The latter was the most tedious, as it forced him to slow his pace on the way back so he wouldn't spill the scalding liquid on his hand while he trod up the stairs.

He had almost made it back when he bristled at the sound of his cousin's voice.

"Vail, what's going on?" Caleb, another one of his uncle's children, queried from behind him. The other vampire had his head tilted back and his lips slightly parted as he took in the scents in air. "Is there a human in the house?"

"Yes," Vail said dryly. "The servants are in their quarters."

"No, no," Caleb licked his lips hungrily. "I smell blood." His eyes landed on the bandages in the younger Hygrace's arms, and his eyebrows lifted bemusedly. "You know… if you brought a meal back with you, it's only polite to share, cousin."

"Mind your business, Caleb," Vail narrowed his eyes at the other vampire warningly. He opened his mouth to tell him to go back to bed but faltered when he saw two more of his cousins ascend the stairs. It seemed the pervasive scent of Victoria's blood had attracted more than just his father.

"Where is that delicious smell coming from?" Caleb's younger brother, Euler, was practically drooling on himself in his lust to feed.

"I think there's a woman in cousin Vail's room," the eldest, Hosiah, tilted his head.

"He brought back a delicacy that he doesn't want to share with the rest of us," Caleb curled his upper lip back, baring his fangs. Even though the four vampires were family, the instinct to hunt and prey clouded their better judgment. It wouldn't take long for them to fall into a frenzy.

Vail edged away from the other three, his hazel eyes flitting between them warily. In other competitions over humans, he had the advantage of the status and strength that came with the Hygrace name, but against his cousins, they all stood on equal ground. He couldn't take on all of them either. "Stand down," he snarled, exposing his elongated canines in the same threatening manner as Caleb. "The human I brought back isn't prey. She's here for medical attention, and none of you can touch her."

"All I'm hearing is that she's an easy target," Euler chuckled, blatantly ignoring the heir's order by taking a step forward.

"You're not our leader yet, Vail," Caleb grinned cruelly. "Besides, all we want is a taste… Just one bite each, and we'll be on our way."

"Is that so much to ask?" Hosiah joined the others.

The next moment happened in a flash. The three cousins lunged at the one standing in their way, and Vail spun around and raced to his door. Using the ice bowl to cover the full teacup, he slipped into the room and slammed the door behind him, pressing his back against the wood to keep out the frenzied vampires pounding and scratching it from the other side.

"Father," he casted Peter a pleading look. It would be long before his raging cousins broke through the flimsy barrier, and the clan leader was the only one with the power to control them.

"You shouldn't have brought her here, Vail," Peter sighed, rising from where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed. "Move. I'll handle it."

With a nod, the Hygrace heir stepped away from the door, and his father exited the room to deal with the frenzy outside, leaving Vail and Victoria alone in the bedroom.

[Assistant]
Peter was indeed very angry either with her or at her, as well as his son. He seemed set in his opinion that Vail was entirely to blame for his own actions. His reply to her plea not to put blame on Vail went unheard and even riled the lord even more. She now knew why he was a vampire clan leader, he simple commanded a room and his presence was oppressive. She merely closed her eyes at being practically told to shut up or risk an argument, of which he didn't have any patience for. More tears fell from her eyes. She truly blamed herself. She was the one who initially taunted Vail with her blood, she let him bite her time and time again. As far as she was concerned, she was the bait, of which Vail was tempted and unable to resist.

She would rather have Vail render her like this than Spencer or any of the Wynters. At least she knew Vail would be happily satisfied and sustained by her blood. If he perhaps took as much as Spencer did, it would overpower him and maybe he would have the strength to fight three or four other vampires off her.

She couldn't help but hear the racing steps toward the door and Vail burst through it and slammed it shut behind him. The pounding and scratching at the door, shocked her. It seemed his other family members caught the scent of her as well and it sent them into a frenzy as it first did with Vail. Peter was speaking sense – he shouldn't have brought her back here, it was so dangerous. Not just for her but now also for him.

Peter's mood obviously hadn't improved as he spoke to Vail as if he were a clueless child. Once she and Vail were left alone in his room, she looked over at the door. Hearing the kerfuffle eventually die down. "I don't belong here. They'll never accept me as…your wife…" If that was how he wanted to see her in the future as he did express that she was the one he wanted to be with. But knowing how Peter was now and how he reacted, she'd never be good enough for the Hygraces. That's why he arranged him to marry Sylvia.

"You said it yourself…I'm nothing but trouble." She sniffled and made herself more upset, the guilt setting in deeply for all she had caused just to save her own skin from Spencer and yet she was still subjected to his tyranny in the end. Vail could not save her. She could only save herself from this nightmare. Thoughts of Vail marrying someone else hurt but he would be safe, whilst she pictured herself taking her own life as the only way out from the Wynters and The Order's cruel plans for her. She just hoped they wouldn't hurt her mother whilst she was here in their enemy's territory.


[System]
Age: 15

Occupation: Grocery store cashier, but she's on probation because of an unfortunate, phasing-related incident. Her boss really hates her.

Gift: Esper. Kanako has the strange and occasionally unfortunate power of being able to phase through solids. While it might seem cool to be able to walk through walls and closed doors, when Kanako is unable to be selective about exactly what she's passing through, and often ends up falling through the floor or ending up stuck knee-deep in the foundation of a building. She also cannot make her clothes phase with her, and is therefore unwilling to use her power in public. She is unable to use her ability for more than one second at a time, and is therefore always at risk of getting stuck inside a wall or something. In other words, her power is almost completely useless.

School:Tenroujima High School, School for Espers.

Personality: As the youngest child and only daughter of a family with four sons, Kanako is incredibly thick-skinned. No amount of insults, mockery or criticism will faze her, because honestly? She's heard it all before. While she's generally a very positive and almost irritatingly energetic person, her strangely unshakeable nature can be somewhat unsettling. After growing up with four older brothers, she eats fast and has become incredibly good at avoiding pranks. She secretly likes playing dating sims, but won't admit that to anybody.

Biography:Kanako grew up in a cramped apartment in Tokyo with her parents and four older brothers: Kaito, Kenji, Katsuro and Kouta. After an entire childhood of being the butt of a thousand different jokes and pranks, her parents --a pair of somewhat irresponsible world travellers-- finally gave her some money and sent her to Academy City to get away from her brothers and maybe hone her Esper powers a little. To be honest, she really dislikes her powers, and wishes that she had something cool like telekinesis instead. She almost idolises people with Esper powers that she thinks are "cool", and struggles to hide her own gift from others. Most of her classmates have no idea what her power is because she refuses to demonstrate it. She often has nightmares about losing control of her powers and embarrassing herself by phasing through something in front of someone. She has no idea what her dream is, but she thinks she'd probably like to have a job as something other than a grocery store cashier. Secretly, she'd really like to be a librarian or something.

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Kanako had just started to doze off when Touji burst into the room, gasping. [color=6ecff6]"Teach... I'm here.... Sorry... I'm late... for my first day,"[/color=6ecff6] he said. Kanako perked up immediately: so he was in her class!

She was about to start trying to wave him over when the teacher levelled her with a sharp glare. She wilted into her seat. Okay, okay, she got the message… she'd already disrupted the class enough. And, according to the text message that she'd just received, she didn't even have to be in this class any longer, because there was some sort of weapons demo going on!

As it happened, it turned out that Kanako didn't have to wave Touji over after all, because as soon as he came in, he made a beeline for her and plopped himself down on the seat next to hers, trying to regain his breath. "What's.... up? Kanako…" He said, and then took a deep breath. "We were in the same classroom after all, blockhead."

"I know that now!" she said under her breath, not even acknowledging the insult, and stood up, dragging Touji along with her. "Get this-- we don't even have to be here anymore! As long as we leave quietly, we can go to that weapons demo thing!"

With Touji in tow, Kanako awkwardly started shuffling out the back of the classroom. Not too many people seemed interested-- after all, they were all Espers, and barely anyone needed to learn how to use a weapon. Kanako, though… even if she told herself that she was just going because she wanted to skip class, in reality… her powers were pretty much unusable, weren't they? Maybe it would be a good idea to learn how to use a weapon. But which one? She'd have to ask someone's advice on the matter. Maybe Taro? He was a knight, and they had the evening shift together later on, so she'd definitely have opportunity to talk to him about it.

Once they were in the hallway, she released Touji. "So," she said as they walked down the corridor to the science room, "How was Chiyo-chan? Sakura Love is a pretty good game, huh? I mean, not the best, but pretty decent."

Honestly, when Touji had asked to borrow her copy of the game, she'd been thrilled! He'd always made fun of her for liking dating sims, but… could it be? Was he finally understanding the true beauty of the dating sim, the emotional depth of the characters, the heart-wrenchingly beautiful romantic subplots?

[Assistant] Airus sighed as he checked his rifle, grumbling as he waited for students to show up. Enforcers never got the credit they deserved, they had to spend time they could use studying or hanging with friends on duty protecting the city. He sighed loading his rifle and checking his pistol. The combat suit would the last thing he showed off and that had two other Secure-X droids protecting it. Grumbling he waited for anyone to show, secretly he hoped no one would and he could call it a day, but someone always wanted out of class even if it meant watching a Knight fire guns at things. Still he had brought along forms encase anyone did want to join the Enforcers, which he seriously doubted.

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Allen, meanwhile, was debating the merits of going to the weapons demo thing being held by the Enforcers. Did he actually have much of an interest in going? Certainly not. But it looked like a lot of his classmates were on their way there, and well… Allen just went with the flow. That was what he always did, after all.

Halfway to Tenroujima High School, however, he started having a bit of an existential crisis. He was forgettable, sure, but did that mean he should just blend in with the crowd all the time? Did his tendency to go with the flow mean that he was conforming to other's expectations of him? Could it be? Was he… losing his own identity by trying to be just like everyone else?

He stopped, and took a left turn. He would have to distinguish himself from his classmates, then, and he would do that by going to Tenroujima High School a different way than everyone else.

Unfortunately, poor Allen had no idea how to actually get to Tenroujima High School, and without following the crowd, he didn't have a hope of finding his way there by himself. It didn't even occur to him to use Google maps.

And that was how Allen found himself standing at the gate of Arkillia Naval Academy. For a moment, he stood there, uncertain as to whether he should enter or not. Then he reminded himself-- he wanted to distinguish himself! To do the unexpected… right?

Steeling himself, he bravely (and perhaps idiotically) walked into one of the most prestigious Knight academies, and just… stood there. In the middle of the grounds. With no clue as to what to do.

[Assistant]
As students trickled in to watch he began to explain the point of this whole thing. "Alright every body, I'm Airus. I'm an Enforcer and your all here because you want to skip class or because you want see what the hell the police force is like in the city." That got a lot murmurs and quiet comments from the audience. "Well to start with only a third the force is students, the rest is Secure-X droids. Now I'll be showing off weapons we use on any Gifted student who gets out of hand. These are concussive rounds but encase of emergencies we have lethal rounds. Now this the standard issue Enforcer pistol." He held up a heavily over-sized pistol. "Those dummies down there are made to react like you would if you got hit by these things." With that he fired three shots in to the dummies, each hit it's and sent them flying in to the wall behind, hard.

With that he placed the pistol back in it's holster. "So give me a minute to hook up my rifle and for the bots to clear the range and you can see what happens when enter an arena fight. Yes that is right all Enforcers may bring there gear in to combat arenas." He pulled on his backpack reach back he squeezed the first lever releasing the rifle as he brought it out it extended and the scope popped out. "This is a variable pulse rifle, they rely on energy from the charging station in pack, 100 shots in sniper rifle form and 1000 in Sub-machine gun mode. However these are blasts of energy, so they are able to put down people at long range, they hurt like hell to." He steps up to the range, the crowd having swelled a lot since he started.

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"Give me a break..." Touji felt frustrated and merely let Kanako drag him away. Well, he wouldn't be getting a tardy arrival in class thanks to this. He didn't hear most of it, but he was plenty sure that they said they could go to.... whatever that things was and it wouldn't amount to their absences in class. Perfect. He was just thinking on how to take nap without being discovered by the teacher. Still, the question remained. "Hey, Kanako... Why you wanna see a weapons exhibition? Ain't you an esper? Yeah, you might kinda have the most useless ability in existance, but it must be better than having to carry something dangerous around, right?" Touji said. He even felt like picking his nose, but decided against it.

After finally being freed from her grasp, Touji could finally stretch out, yawn a bit and feel the sleepiness come back to him slowly. "I absolutely loved it. I hate it too. There's no way there's someone that cute in real life. They give me expectations on what a woman should be like, and I doubt I'll find anyone like that anytime soon." With another big yawn, Touji finally looked more relaxed than he ought to be. He looked as if he were to fall asleep anytime now, even if it meant sleeping in the floor. He really did feel like it.

"Besides, it's all Chiyo-cha-" Realizing he was about to make a huge mistake in front of this otaku woman, he cleared his throat before going on. "That Chiyo girl's fault that I didn't sleep a bit. Her route is too long." Even though he said that, he still thought that it was rather interesting. Not that he would openly admit that though. "I'd give it a 7 out of 10, to be honest. I still prefer sport-based video games." His throat somehow felt dry and something wasn't right. He caressed it a bit. "Hm....? I think I want to have a smoke." He said, seeming really serious, despite not having smoked ever before in his life. Soon enough, though, his stomach grumbled like crazy and he smiled like a cat again, lax and lazy. "Nah, forget it, I'm just hungry."

[Assistant]
"Are you kidding me?" Kanako sighed, glad he had given her an opportunity to vent. "I can't use my ability at all! It's terrible! It's the most impractical ability in the universe! Remember that time I fell through my bed and woke up buried in the foundation of the apartment building? It's a good thing the night guard heard the crash and got me out, I could have died!"

She shuddered, and started walking faster, confident that Touji was following her. Or not following her. Honestly, Touji kind of did his own thing most of the time. "Imagine suffocating to death in the foundation of a building. There's a reason phasers don't really last too long... You and Eri-senpai, you guys are lucky you have such cool powers!"

Kanako sighed, a little envious. Honestly, all she wanted was to be able to control her powers... but Academy City got kind of crazy, sometimes, so it was definitely a good idea to learn some means of self defense. "Anyway," she sighed. "Chiyo-chan doesn't need to be real to be perfect, and once you have Chiyo-chan, you don't need a real girlfriend. Or boyfriend, in my case."

They rounded the corner. Wait, had the demo already started?! Kanako dashed around the corner and ran into the science room. Eri was there already, and Kanako waved to her briefly. "Talk to you later,"  she hissed to Touji. "I gotta go do something. I just saw Eri, though!"

She pushed her way to the front of the crowd. She had to get a better look: after all, this sort of /was/ pretty important to her.

There was a Knight firing guns at things: was this the demo? Was she allowed to ask questions? Was she allowed to ask this person to teach her how to shoot a gun?

Well, might as well give it a shot. (Heh.) "Excuse me!" she said, raising her hand but not bothering to wait for him to call on her. "Can you teach me how to shoot that gun?"


[System]
Age: 24
Magic: Lost Magic: Energy Control Magic; Mayt can control and manipulate various types of energy. He inherited this magic from his family.

Amplify - Amplifies a specified energy, cannot amplify magic.

Reflect - Reverses an energy, such as motion, at half of what it was originally.

Shape Magic - Shapes the caster's magic 'container'
Reinforce Inanimate - Reinforces an inanimate object with the caster's magic, making it more durable and allows it to act as an alternate method of using another energy control spell.
Reinforce Body - Reinforces the caster's body, making it more durable, but can cause serious damage if the energy control spell attached to this isn't maintained properly. Considered "Forbidden", but is not a taboo.

Warp - Redirects an energy, does not need to be actively used.
Magic Level: S
History: Mayt Derren Marris grew up in a small town, its name of no importance, in the middle of virtually nowhere. In his hometown, he had grown to know almost half a dozen different parents. He was taken away from his birth parents at age 10, as they were both incapable of properly taking care of a child. His second set of parents were nice, but his distrustful tendencies, and getting new parents just before his teen years, he blocked them out. They fed him, clothed him, and took him to school, that was all that was important about them to Mayt. They weren't his birth parents, he didn't like them. They gave him to the local orphanage the first time he drew a knife on them, which he had done in an attempt to prove that, despite his somewhat meek frame, he could be a powerful fighter. He didn't have to be a bookworm. By this time he was 14

At age sixteen, Mayt was adopted by, as he likes to put it, "Parent Wannabees". His parents were sort of doing a trial-run on adopting a child so that they had some idea what to expect. They didn't expect a child distrustful of them to the point of learning how to cook and handle himself while not getting in the way. Mayt turned into a child who simply lived in the same house and breathed the same air. He had gotten a part-time job, bought his own food, did his own laundry, and cleaned his room. Despite his seemingly good-nature in doing this, he acted very sour, and often was caught by Truancy Officers, and managed to barely pass his classes. Not caring about the future, the month he was allowed to leave his parents house as a legal adult, he did, setting out into the world. He wondered at first, choosing to go town to town on foot, enjoying the walk, and eventually starting to enjoy being on the road, where he could think.

By his twenty first birthday, he had rented an apartment in a small city, and has chosen to stay there for a while. He needed money and odd-jobs while traveling wasn't cutting it. On his birthday, he received a package from his birth parents. At first Mayt was skeptical of the package. He hadn't known his parents since he was a child, yet they knew where he was setting up temporary residence? Once he had gotten over this, he opened the package to reveal something stranger still, a Katana. They not only had known where he lived, but had known he had been practicing, off and on, different sword skills. Mostly due to the fact that they interested him, and he couldn't understand how they had known. He still kept the weapon, and he started to train more with it, eventually finding somebody of teach him in a more official manner. At this point, he has some skill with the weapon, but he is far from professional.

Around twenty three, he started to realize he had magic, he just had never noticed it. He discovered this when practicing with the gift sword, and he had accidentally burnt the blade on a hot day, leaving char on it. Despite how often he tries to clean it, the blade never seems to not have that char from his first real use of magic, and ever since he's been practicing to the best of his ability. He does it best through his weapon, but he can do it when not wielding his weapon.

Personality: Loner, vocal in his opinions, and stubborn.
Team Members: None
Three Strengths:
1. Good Cook, Mayt, having lived on his own for a long time, has learned how to cook pretty well, without any reliance on magic or supernatural abilities.
2. Loyal, Mayt's trust isn't the easiest to gain, but it's not difficult either. And when his trust is gained, he is quite the loyal friend, risking bodily harm to protect those close if neccessary.
3. Swordsman, Mayt is somewhat skilled at using his Katana, and he can use his magic through it.
Three Weaknesses:
1. Loner, Mayt prefers to work on his own as he has all his life, which makes it difficult for him to work in a group and follow a plan.
2. Anarchist, Mayt often outright disobeys orders simply because they were given. He doesn't take this to an extreme, but the wrong choice at the wrong time can be devastating.
3. Lost Magic, Mayt's magic is a form of lost magic, meaning it is more powerful than most magics, but also is more dangerous for him to use.
Greatest Love: Doesn't really have one.
Motivation: To find where he belongs.
Appearance: Mayt stands at 5'11" tall, and typically wears simple clothing that's close-fitting but not very restrictive. No real protection. When he's traveling, he carries a large backpack filled with his stuff, and his Katana is kept at his side. He has light skin, and medium-dark brown hair that he keeps trimmed at a little under an inch long. His eyes are green, and he's starting to grow a little bit of a mustache. The scabbard for his sword is simple leather, unadorned, but slightly charred as well.
Additional Details: Mother now lives in Magnolia Town. Maximum potential unknown, and it was recently discovered he has a great deal of knowledge about his magic stored away in his head via archive magic.

[User]
Karn
Fiore || Kabo || Outside the Council Building
Interacting: Penny

Karn smiled brightly as he walked backwards, facing the taller boy.

"Well, considering I'm walking after causing a bunch of the holes currently in the building, I'll probably be alright. Unless the ground collapses and we fall into the Aquifer. Then probably not. Buuuuut rather risk it then just leave you there. Plus I can check how the others are doing." he chirped, looking to the black dog who snarled at him before getting a scolding flick.

"She doesn't seem to like me very much." The blonde chuckled, finding that it would probably be a good idea to avoid his feline like forms around the dog. She seemed to be the type to chase cats.

As they entered the library, Karn cheerfully bounded inside, waving his arms up in the air in a energetic greeting. "Hey Mayty! Vampy! Person I don't know yet!" he cheered.

Edolas

Edo-Karn continued tapping at the machine, though was listening to the conversation going on in the room. Emerald eyes focused on what they were doing as the individual focused on heir work.

"Careful Ice Princess, shy ones like you get teased the most. Next thing you know you'll get pulled in some foursome if you don't slap them." Edo-Karn said, their voice barely indicating if that was a joke or not.

A bunch of words and numbers were flying on the screen as the blonde continued with whatever they were doing. Quite a bit being pertaining to the Royals and important figures. Others being other Guilds, or wanted criminals.

[Assistant]
Beatrix
Don't throw them off the lizard... don't throw them off the lizard... Beatrix thought to herself, keeping her back turned to the others as they flew. Her anger was clearly visible, practically radiating from within. Let them go about their business, find a way back, kill Maddox. That's the plan. It doesn't need to get any more complicated than that. In what seemed like no time at all, the party arrived back at the Phoenix Wing hall.

Beatrix took a moment to size up the building. "Looks better than the other one," she mentioned aloud before chuckling to herself. "I might not break this... wait." Beatrix stopped in her tracks. The Maddox of this world might also be in the Phoenix Wing of this world. There are two Maddox I can exact revenge on now. A frown formed on her face as she followed the girls into the building.

Surely enough, they found the people she met back on Earthland. "Oh great, I've run into you people again," Beatrix grumbled as soon as she saw the familiar Sasha, Lazarus, and Joshua. "How the hell did you manage to send all of us into another world? I know it was one of your people that did it." Beatrix was entirely oblivious to the interactions between the two Sasha's, focusing instead on blaming Phoenix Wing for arriving in Edolas.

Edo-Maddox

The extra-large Legion let out a roar as it flew low over the trees. Its rider remained standing on its back, arms crossed with his eyes forward. His focus and balance were incredible, as he didn't budge an inch since his Legion took flight. While Edo-Maddox continued looking forward toward the horizon, he heard a faint humming sound. Cocking his head to the side, he deduced the origin of the sound was coming from within the box strapped to his back.

He uncrossed his arms and removed the box, holding it in his right hand like a staff. He slowly waved it in front of himself, finding that if he angled it correctly it also began to vibrate faintly. Interesting, Edo-Maddox thought to himself, pointing the thing in the direction where it had the strongest reaction. Of course... I can get two things done at once today. He placed the box back across his back, before nudging the Legion with his foot. With a deliberate yet casual slide of his foot across the beasts back, it changed its bearing.

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Jayce stared at Karn for a good minute before shrugging and just saying: "Alrighty then." and continuing to walk. "So...you made these holes? Huh. I don't think I want to ask what the hell was going on here then." Some more Nori growling ensued, before she got another flick on the nose. "...Weird...I dunno why she doesn't like you. She only does that to cats."

Once they were actually in the library, Jayce darted off, holding the snarling dog in one hand as he started rifling through the volumes of the library, looking for an official documentation or reports of people just vanishing with no evidence left behind. Nori just kinda kept growling, keeping her red eyes trained on Karn the whole time.

[Assistant]
Joshua

Joshua followed his group to the Edolas guildhall in silence. Half the time his eyes where ahead and the other half they were at the sky, a slightly solemn expression on his face, though this likely went completely unnoticed by everyone. When they arrived at the guildhall, he looked around and was surprised at how similar it was to the one on Earthland. He was still confused as all hell as to what was going on but he at least understood they were somewhere that mirrored where he, Lazarus, and Sasha were originally from. However, that was the extent of what he understood.

This was somewhat reinforced when someone came over shouting for their sister. Sasha froze up at the sound of the voice and looked terrified. When she talked to the owner of the voice, a younger looking boy, Joshua could see that it took everything she had to stay together and not break down. He didn't know what happened between her and the person this boy reflected but obviously it hadn't been good. Once the boy left, Sasha led them into the guild proper and up to her counterparts room.

When Sasha entered her counterpart's room, he simply stood in the doorway and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Lazarus' antics while smirking. He expected Sasha to slap him or maybe even hit him but the girl simply took the undergarments and stuffed them back in the drawers before pushing Lazarus out of the room and Joshua out of the doorway. She left shortly after and headed downstairs, with Joshua sticking with Lazarus. When he saw Laz freeze up and stare at Edo-Sasha (or was it Sasha he was staring at. Hard to tell really) with a dumbfound expression on his face he sighed before slapping the man on the back of the head.
"Wake-up and help your girlfriend out there. I don't know if her face can turn any reader." He said before a familiar voice suddenly interrupted. He looked around and spotted the brat. Beatrix Velente, if he recalled what Amelia said correctly. Sigh he walked over to her before grabbing her collar and lifting her off the ground with one hand" Come brat, you're coming outside with me. The rest of you figure this stuff out."

With that he carried Beatrix outside before throwing to the ground in front of him.
"You want to bash something in no? Try bashing me in." He said to her simply.

Amelia

Amelia followed Jarvis and Edo-Mayt back the the guild, making sure to stick closer to Jarvis. The girl was nervous and it showed, as she constantly fiddled with her locket. She could hear the spirits she had contacts with inside but she had tried summoning a few and failed. It scared her. If these suddenly decided to attack her, she would be utterly defenseless. On the other hand, if they really were friendly, they could help her if something did attack.

Shortly after they started, a figure covered completely in cloaks and wearing a mask approached and addressed them. Amelia instinctively hid behind Jarvis. The conversation was short and sweet, though Edo-Mayt got her name wrong when she introduced Amelia. Amelia simply mumbled something about her real name before following, still fiddling with her locket.

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Beatrix

The young woman didn't spend much time berating the Phoenix Wing members that sent her to Edolas, but that was due to Joshua's interruption. "Hey, let go of me!" Beatrix immediately protested once he dragging her outside. The moment he released her, intending to throw her to the ground, Beatrix wriggled backwards. This gave her the momentum needed to roll safely on the ground, finding herself on her feet with incredible speed.

"You didn't need to ask if all you wanted to do was get beaten!" she shouted at him once she completed the roll. With astonishing speed, Beatrix was already in his face again with her fist already thrust forward. Simple, but fast and powerful. A blow to the face to end the man in front of her so she wouldn't have to deal with him pestering her again. Her rage had finally broke and now her immediate target was Joshua.

[Assistant]
EdolasMayat (Edo-Mayt) --- To Edolas Phoenix Wing Guild Hall
Mayat smiled as the Guild Master lead the way back to Phoenix Wing, and when they went inside, she laughed a bit. "Seems we came back to a fight. Looks like fun." She smirked, and went over to a table, siting down and propping her feet up to watch the fireworks. "You can tell me why everyone needs to be back at the guild after these shenanigans alright Master Jamie?" She gave a dismissive wave, smiling, and watching to see how the fight goes.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By: Maleficent (alter-ego); Delva (by godsons)
Age: 5,739
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Sindarin, Half-Silvan Elf

APPEARANCE

Portrayed By: Angelina Jolie
Hair Color: Dark, Ashy-Brown
Eye Color: Luminous Yellow-Green
Skin Tone: Creamy-Pale
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 119 lbs
Body Build: Slim

(Two Of These)

Wing-Cloak

Battle Outfit

PERSONALITY

Overall Personality
Likes: Humans, Elves, Dwarves, Happiness, Animals, Flying, Her Godsons
Dislikes: Chaos, Greed, Spiders, Her Inner Darkness, Orcs, Sorrow
Strengths: Fighting, Beauty, Inspiration, Knowledge
Weaknesses: Mentions of Her Past, Loneliness, Anger
Fears: Losing Her Family, Her Past, Sauron

Elegant | Unpredictablly-Capable | Headstrong | Mysterious | Influential

Everyone believed that Saeril was born as a creature of chaos and pure evil, but they just do not know the true story. Rather than a woman who is evil, Saeril was instead a benevolent young woman of purity; she valued the peaceful nature on Middle-Earth, and she had a fierce passion to support various realms and their inhabitants. A greatly-unpredictable individual, Saeril is a desired perfectionist, and a woman of her word; for even the most vulnerable of races, she focuses on finding the best intentions for them, even if it means to risk her life.

From the despair of her devastating past, following the Deceiver's corruption upon her mind, Saeril is truly hurt and very lonely inside, interpreted by the guilt of her cruel and malicious actions. Since then, she feared her other persona "Maleficent", a psychopathic representation of Sauron's control over her, who wished to wreck havoc from time to time. The ultimate goal was to redeem, and dissipate this inner darkness from within.

However, she never anticipated this goal to be a challenge when she rekindled herself with her Dwarven godsons, Fili and Kili, whom she'd grown to care for as her own children. Despite herself being closest to the youngest, Kili, Saeril was absolutely devastated after witnessing Azog kill his older brother. Determined to keep the youngest from falling into the same fate, she became frank and strictly protective of Kili, going so far to keep him alive, and stay by his side throughout his many ventures, though she may not always agree with them. Her connection with her youngest godson became so strong, others knew better not to cross her if there's damage inflicted upon him.

Saeril will not hesitate on giving others her blunt opinion, and she would often guide them when they are upset, or in need of advice. Proud and proper she is, she will never bow to anyone she disagreed with. Evident by her relationship with Thorin Oakenshield, it's complicated when it comes to terms of trust; she betrayed him (as he claimed) by revealing the truth of the quest, and by "stealing" the starlight jewels from his treasure hoard for King Thranduil. Although she was claimed as not "trusting", Saeril openly showed that she cared a great deal for him, saving his life multiple times on different occasions.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: YT 1578
Place of Birth: Fangorn Forest, located north of Rohan
Social Ranking: Royalty (formerly)
Family:
- Kili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Fili Durin (Godson; alive) (Dwarf)
- Dis Durin (Comadre; alive) (Dwarf)
- Vili Durin (Compadre; deceased) (Dwarf)
- Hermia (Mother; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Lysander (Father; deceased) (Silvan Elf)
- Ulla (Aunt; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)
- Kinloch (Uncle; deceased) (Sindarin Elf)

Other Relations:
- Gandalf the Grey (Mentor; alive) (Maiar)
- Thorin II Oakenshield (Friend; alive) (Dwarf)
- Aragorn II Elessar (Friend; alive) (Man)
- Azog the Defiler (Enemy; alive) (Orc)
- Bolg (Enemy; alive) (Orc)

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As all of the Dwarven people of the Lonely Mountain were driven from the homeland by the deadly Firedrake of the North, a winged feminine figure was elegantly crouched atop the mountain, watching the disaster before her.

The ember of the fire reflected from her luminous yellow-green eyes, giving off a reflective, glowing effect on them, while her sharp, metal finger-cuffs dug into the rock below her. The Raven-black catsuit she wore, with a few feathers being embedded into the material, matched with the horned headdress, made her represent pure evil. She wasn't phased when she watched the destruction before her with a cold-eyed gaze.

Robbed of their homeland, the dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness; a once mighty people brought low.

Spreading her huge feathered wings, the feminine being took flight, away from the mountain.

The young dwarf prince took work where he could find it, laboring in the villages of men. But always, he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright, where he had seen dragon fire in the sky, and a city turn to ash. And he never forgave, and he never forgot.

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Sixty years later, during the Third Age of the Shire, a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins, was at peace, living comfortably within the spring-like realm of his surroundings. No threats. No restrictions. Just...living freely. What he didn't expect was an adventure that was, what you could say, unexpected.

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Bilbo Baggins had started his day similar to many others. The hobbit preferred to keep to himself, and aside from a rather strange run-in with a wizard, his day had been rather mundane. This was perfect, of course. The more isolated he remained, the better. After he'd purchased a fish from the marketplace for dinner, Bilbo had returned home to prepare his meal when he heard a knock at the door. Odd. Visitors were far and few in-between, especially at this hour.

With a sigh, Bilbo rose to his feet, left the table, and got the door. At the very least, the hobbit had expected to face someone of equal height. This was far from the case, however. Dwalin seemed to tower over him, rendering Bilbo very nervous. "Yes?" Flustered, he readjusted his robe and did his best to stand tall (not an easy feat) while keeping eye contact. "May I help you?"

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Finding a dwarf standing there, he was certainly towering, in Bilbo's point of view, at least. "Dwalin", he introduced himself with a hint of a Scottish accent before bowing to his new host. "At your service", he added before standing back to his full height and stepping inside.

"Which way, laddie? Is it down here?", Dwalin asked, as if he was expected to be there. "He said there'd be food, and lots of it", he was entering the kitchen now, just before the doorbell rings again.

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Bilbo was quick to move aside as the burly dwarf made his entrance inside of the home. "Just a moment," he tried his best to protest against his new guest, though it was all in vain. The hobbit shut his circular door, and then he followed after Dwalin, his eyes taking in his numerous tattoos and burly build. This was not a dwarf to cross.

"Food?" Again, he was aghast. "Who told you this?" There was another knock at the door, and Bilbo nearly threw his hands up in frustration. What was going on? Grumbling to himself, the hobbit answered again, and this time he was met with someone more equal to his height.

There stood a dwarf, white hair and beard, with a friendly expression upon his face. "Balin, at your service!" The older dwarf spread his arms out (Bilbo feared he was going for a hug) and then he gave a polite bow before entering the cozy home.

Bilbo shut the door for the second time, and he watched in disbelief as the dwarf entered the kitchen area. "Greetings, brother," the shorter of the two smiled fondly, while Bilbo watched from the back, arms folded with displeasure. "Excuse me," before he might protest, someone knocked for the third time.

Bilbo practically stomped down the hall. Brows furrowed, he jerked open the door, and there before him stood two more dwarves. A blond and brunette, each young, each seemingly relieved to have arrived to the correct home. Once Fili had introduced himself, Kili gave a bow, "and Kili, at your service!"

Once the formalities were over with, Kili resumed his normal posture and offered a large, boyish smile. "You must be Mister Boggins!" And so Bilbo's stressful evening began.

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"Fili", one of them says. He was the blonde, with sections of his hair braided in some places, along with a matching facial beard and mustache. By the looks of their physicality, the blonde was possibly the older one of the two. "At your service", Fili kept himself reserved and composed in his posture, right after he bowed in unison with his younger sibling. He kept himself tall and quiet, while his brother (excitedly) did the talking.

"It seems we're not late, little brother", Fili recalled as he observed Dwalin and Balin in the distance, behind the Hobbit before them. And with that, they brushed themselves passed Bilbo, as if they owned the place. "Careful with these, I just had them sharpened", he told the Hobbit before placing their weapons in his hands, including the blades he kept hidden in his person. As the first-born, and an idol, Fili always had a reputation to be weapon-ready, even if it means to protect his little brother at all costs.

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"It's nice, this place." Kili observed the home, the smile never leaving his features. "Did you do it yourself?" A hobbit home was very different from the homes he was used to. The ceiling was lower, for one thing, and it was really quite comfortable and warm. A welcomed change from the chill of outdoors.

"Uhm, no." Bilbo staggered under the weight of Fili's weaponry, and he was startled by the sight of it. Bilbo was not partial to swords, or anything of that nature. Too dangerous. "It's been in the family for years," he referred to his home, and to his great shock and annoyance, Kili wiped his boots off on the chest in the hallway.

"That's my mother's glory box! Could you please not do that?!" Had his hands been free, and had he been a few inches taller, Bilbo may have liked to strangle him for such carelessness. With an irritable huff, he set Fili's blades to the nearest chair, then stormed past them into the kitchen once again. Who knew what kind of chaos was taking place?

Kili removed his boot from the box, then watched as their host stomped off. Hobbits were really rather strange. "I'd say we made perfect time. Do you think Thorin has arrived yet?" The youngest wondered, as they'd taken separate roads. Thorin had other matters to settle first.

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Fili didn't have to make an objection to their weapons being dropped onto the nearest surface, which the Hobbit had randomly thrown from his hands, and huffed away. Hearing his brother's question, he gave a sigh before patting his shoulder lovingly, clearly amused by his curious, boyish nature.

"I wouldn't get our hopes up yet, little brother. Uncle has his reasons; he will come", he reassured him, mainly to sustain his excitement for their journey. Fili let his hand go from his brother's being, before he spotted Dwalin approaching them.

"Fili, Kili, come on, give us a hand", the muscular dwarf told them before putting a hand on the younger lad's shoulder, leading him to the dining room. "Let's shove this in the hole, or otherwise we'll never get everyone in", Fili willingly followed.

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Kili longed to prove himself useful on the journey, and so at the mention of helping, he practically jumped at the chance. Dwalin was a dwarf he respected and often admired from afar; he was strong, scarred from previous battles, and very well respected. Everything that a dwarf should be, in the youngest's opinion.

"Mister Dwalin!" Kili smiled up to him, and the burlier of the two clasped a hand to his shoulder. With the other, he clasped Fili's. "Good to see you lads," he told both brothers, and from there he showed them an impressive collection of various brew. The drinks were stored in heavy kegs, ones that Kili was certain he and Fili could move.

In the distance, the prince could overhear Bibo's flustered speech and footsteps as he went from one place to the next. The poor hobbit seemed positively beside himself, for reasons Kili could not understand. "Excuse me, you haven't yet answered my questions!" For what felt the tenth time, Bilbo made an attempt to speak with Balin. The white haired dwarf was busy admiring his pantry of various vegetables and cheeses.

"And what questions might those be?" There was no sarcasm in his tone, Balin truly did wish to know, but right then there was another series of knocks at the doors. Bilbo's eyes narrowed dangerously, and if he hadn't control of himself, he may have said something rather unkind.

Again the hobbit went from the kitchen (he shot Fili and Kili a glower upon his passing) and into the front entry. "What is it now?!" Bilbo pulled open the door, and from there several dwarves fell into a heap at his bare feet.


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Age: Unknown (Part of the mystery!)

Race: 'Gifted' human

A healthy, radiant complexion and brilliant emerald irises make for a pleasant first-glance at the woman. Though the lack of sun-starved, pale skin may leave one wondering if the woman isn't from some sunbathed region. The smooth accent rolling from her tongue indicates otherwise, though it is difficult to place.

Keen features add to the intensity of her gaze; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline furthering the appearance of ferocity that goes well beyond the woman's underlying wolfish nature.

Raven locks fall to her lower back--assuming the woman has actually let them loose. It's more often she's seen with her hair twisted into a careful knot or a neat ponytail.

The result of ceaseless, almost obsessive, training is difficult to conceal behind any given attire. Her thick frame is undoubtedly more muscle than fat--though it offers a contrast to the sharpness of her visage if one takes the time to note the curvature of her figure.

Few scars are visible on her form, though on the occasion they are it would seem the woman bears very few. Faint lines cross her chest diagonally, similar lines replicating the effect on her upper back. Nicks and slender markings are scattered over her flesh here or there, the lines having grown so faint it is difficult to take note of them at all.

She exudes confidence bordering on a cocky attitude. Every graceful step is taken with a sureness, a sense that the woman is never second-guessing where she's headed; even if it's simply to slip inside a tavern for an evening drink.

Elizabeth has an unusual set of powers. While she is known for her excellence in studying shadow oriented magics, her origin leaves her with the additional benefit of her God's blessing; sharp eyesight, a sensitive sense of smell, and a pair of canines that seem almost out of place though they are relatively small. Her athletic abilities are increased as a result of this blessing. (See history for further explanation!). She has training in acrobatics, necessary medicine (field medic), and maintains the ability to utilize materials to create curious little trinkets littered with magic that produced unusual results.

Throughout Elizbeth's form the glint of steel is noticeable.

- A total of 10 throwing blades rest at her thighs, three strapped to the outer thighs, two to the inner thighs. This protects those vital arteries as well as provides additional weapons!

- Two daggers are sheathed at her hips, carrying a curious, deep violet glow.

- The inside of her boots are lined with much smaller blades, far too small to be adequate weapons in combat. Each was coated with a carefully crafted poison.

- A flintlocke bearing ornate designs, elven in nature, remains holstered toward the back of her belt.

- A bag clearly impacted by magic carries far more than it should.

- Though her pauldrons are small in appearance, clever tinkering has lead to their lining... tubing that connects one pauldron to a canister concealed in the other. When activated it releases a gaseous neurotoxin.

- Hidden beneath her leather bracers is a spring activated blade (Assassin's Creed style yes, sue me!).

South of the primary human Kingdom of Peilos rests the much smaller, secluded Kingdom of Lyceum (lie-see-uhm). The walled in region is tucked away on the southern coast, buried in a sea of pines and everpresent fog. The constant rain makes it a least favorite destination on any tourists lists, and if that didn't scare off the average traveler, the stories very well might. The Lycians (lie-see-ahn) were a separate community of humans, defected from their primary peoples thousands of years prior to the culmination of the great war between the elves and the humans. Though it began as a religious community, the dedication of their priests brought them the gift of their god. He was known simply as 'the great wolf'. If he had a name, no one spoke it, and the rumors that trickled from the once open city were twisted and altered over time. The humans there had been granted exceptional strength and speed, their grace no less benefited from the blessing though they become a brutal foe. The grin of a Lycian offered a showcase of pearly white, deadly teeth. The signature of these "creatures" as they were now deemed, was the brilliant yellow coloration of their eyes.

Elizabeth overtly was nothing particularly special. With a heavy hood to hide her features, none would know she carried any such blessing. Dark leathers constantly adorned her form, the woman's choice of accessory always the glint of steel. She was but a simple traveler if she was allowed to keep that hood on. This comfort did not last.

In the beginning she was known only within the walls of her own home. An accomplished assassin, rising through the heavily corrupted ranks of her city. Having separated themselves with thick stone walls and heavy iron gates, the citizens of the region had become reclusive, and ultimately infighting had begun. Their newfound immortality (or so it is rumored) lead to the realization that none would pass on to allow another to inherit title, to work along the ladder of nobility through not only achievement but the death of others. Assassination was more than a carefully concealed profession within these walls, it was a lifeblood. The very essence of the city. It's recent history was bathed in blood.

It was no surprise then that during the war a curious letter found itself on Elizabeth's desk, a sophisticated loopy script detailing the events of the greater world beyond those gates, and the need for someone as talented as her. She left the safety of her walls, of the towering pines and constant storm clouds, only to find herself ostracized.

While her work in the war had earned her heavy praise from her allies, her enemies were far less keen, and those bright yellow eyes made it clear she was not 'pure' in her humanity. Her home likewise had turned, shutting their gates in the interest of maintaining their reclusive status, naming Elizabeth nothing short of a traitor to their tiny nation.

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Lia's breathe puffed into the brisk morning air as magic crackles the atmosphere. Looking at Thornton, with her Amber eyes flashing, she whispered "Kaal, I hope so." Kaal being the Saadian fire God her people worship.

 Stepping into the ring of protection, Lia's hand trembled, and she shut her eyes against the world. She burrowed deep into her belly, coaxing the sleeping beast of her power awake. It unfurled it's head filled with ether and puffed smoke from it's enormous nostrils. Lia grinned a little, wanting to fully embrace her beast and more than a little excited to bring him out. She knew she should be fearful, but the fear never fully took root even after the beast had taken her body over and controlled her rather than the other way around. She just wanted to meld with him, but he did not let her yet. Yet.

 She crooked a finger at him, and stared straight into the depths of his ember eyes. To everyone else she looked as if she was standing there with her eyes closed, her tattoos slowly beginning to wriggle around her body. The swirl at her belly began to circle her belly button, faster as her body began to heat up. The tattoos began swirling and becoming angrier and redder by the moment. It looked as though the tattoos began to smolder lia's clothes.

 Inside her mind, she stared at the great beast that was her fire. She stared him down, and reached out to touch him. Just the barest touch, would be all that he let's her accomplish. When she made contact with his head, her hand gently resting, not moving a millimeter, she opened her real eyes and channeled him. Her mouth filled with smoke, like the beast, and her eyes changed to the same burning ember color, dancing in the light of the morning. The grass at her feet began to burn in seconds, the circle rapidly growing from her at the center. Her body began to vibrate with power, and she roared fire. The anger of the beast bubbled to the surface, and while she only had a hand in his head inside her, she could barely hold on. If she could keep the rage in check for just a moment, she could actually do.something with her power. The fire that escaped her was blue, hot but not white hot yet. She took a deep breathe and conjured that blue inferno, stilling it turning it solid with her mind, a deadly sphere, the steam from the water Thornton had put in the air did little to tampen the temperature of the fire. Lia conjured her water with her other hand. She ran a constant stream of water around the fire ball that still hung in mid air. Sweat trailed down her neck, she was honestly shocked the beast was being so....cooperative.

She conjured the water into a wall around Thornton. Hoping the darkness would protect him, she touched the fireball to the the wall of water. Instantly, the wall was gone. A surge of steam billowed everywhere, seemingly conjured of its own volition. It was her one harmless parlor trick. The only thing she had been able to attemot to master. This had been a success, other times it had ended in countless scalding. She closed her eyes and looked at the beast. He stood now, had pressed his giant paw to her hand. "No. No. Not yet. Please." The beast looked at her and she could see the moment he chose. His eyes hardened and he roared at her. She flinched and shut her eyes. This is where he takes over.
 He nudged her stomach with his about, right at the base of her tattoo, where her power lived, and took over.

 Her scream tore through her throat as her fire shot out from her hands, her tattoos, her mouth. She was lifted from the ground by the force of the expulsion. A blast of raw energy was tearing through her, and she needed to find him and cut it off. They could be like this for days. She scrambled for the strength and power to find him in her mind. When she found him he stood alone, snarling and roaring fire. She walked towards him and bent to her knees. As he stalked closer to her, presumably to wrest from her more of what ever they give each other. When he was close enough she reared up and grabbed him by the neck, scrambling onto his back, and snapping his neck. He passed out unconscious on the floor of her mind, she sighed in relief. This was the only way to shut it down once it started, he would he awake in a few hours and that was when she would have a hair trigger, her rage seemingly uncontrollable. She took a deep breathe and opened her eyes to the field around her. She began to take stock of any damage, when it started.

 Hundreds of birds and flying creatures fell to the ground. While they had protected the trees, they had overlooked anything flying over the manor directly above the source of the power. Lia stood, unfazed by the oddly delicious smelling pigeon that had landed next to her, cooked to a crisp well done, she'd say, and looked to Thornton. Her nostrils and mouth still puffing out black smoke, but atleast her tattoos had stopped moving.

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Florence heard the woman's footsteps as hey approached in the hall. Her eyes felt heavy on him.

'"Thortan is outside, in a clearing with another to begin training."'

The ladies words were offsetting. Florence already could feel her immense power coming from the manor. He could feel the darkness in his bones. He wondered if only three people were in the manor. He was beginning to calculate his next moves.

Would Florence need to incapacitate this woman? He could feel a power from her as well. A deep and strengthened power.

As he began to formulate a plan in his head, he waited for the opportune moment to grab his knife and try to attack this woman as soon as possible. Just a split-second before He went to grab his knife a blood-curdling scream rang throughout the manor. Florence felt the explosion of magical energy from the youngest source of magic in the nearby area.

What in he hell was that? Florence though to himself.

Looking back at the woman quickly, "We'll have to skip the formal introductions, I sense an uncontrolled magic in the backyard that could be dangerous."

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"My, my, little firefly indeed. That was simply perfect, marvelous, beautiful. But why hesitate?? It looked like you were just about to reach some pivotal and than you pulled away. Did you get scared, or angry?? Like I said before, fire can also come from a place of love. A blinding white hot ember, nestled in your heart. Filled with the care and desire, and hopes of all those close to you." As Thortan said this, the area around him steamed, his body smoked and a small flame built around him.

"If you fear the flame, you will never get burned, but you shall never be warm either. Fire has always been a temperamental element, always wild, like a board or a bull. It will always test, it's limits seeking a release, and if you give in to it's anger it will burn everything around you to cinders and ash. But if you nurture it, stoke it just right, and show the savage beast it's respect, it is a highly useful tool." As he spoke the flames around Thortan grew, they took shape into a mighty dragon that leapt from the dark elf's shoulders and took flight around the clearing. After it's lap it changed into a giant bull and charged Thortan down. It smacked him in his chest as he threw his arms around it. When the excess flame cleared a cat of fire lay in his cradled arms. Its crackling mimicing the sound of a purr.

"My dear little Firefly, if you keep fearing the destructive power inside you, than you shall never get to know it's warmer gentler touch. Despite the instinct to fight, this time I want you to use your power and while you do so, think of Grandma Tal, or someone else you care deeply for. And whatever you do, don't flinch like last time. I promise the results will be drastically different." A shadow rose from the ground in the shape of a chair, Thortan carefully took a seat and waited to see what the desert elf would do this time.

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There was a quiet moment where Liz seemed keenly aware that the newest guest was doing some rapid thinking, and though she'd not twitched toward a blade or some sort of move, the woman had remained rigid in her posture. She was analyzing him constantly, even as he commented on the magic outside. The cloak she'd arrived in was still dangling about her shoulders, though opened just enough that her leathers were visible. Shadows slithered over the surface of her armor beneath that cloak, like little black snakes weaving over her form. It was in preparation to disappear, yet the act had never come to fruition.

She finally took a step back, nodding. "There is a desert elf outside, gifted with significant strength in fire magic, it would seem. I did mention there was training, did I not?" She tilted her head at him curiously, perhaps a moment of that wolf-like behavior peeking through. She finally let her eyes waver from him to turn around, one hand waving over her shoulder. "Come and see, but do not interrupt. Thortan is capable of containing her." She stated it simply, there was no question. Assuming he followed, she lead him outside to the clearing where the training was taking place.