[System]
Age: first meeting (as kids): 9 (108) Second meeting (as teenagers): 18 (216) Third meeting (as young adults): 26 (312)

Personality: Jovian Sabinus has a nice smooth vibe to the way he is. He is a calm man. He takes everything with ease. He treats everyone kindly, unless they show him that he shouldn't. Even though he is a nice gentle man, he doesn't go out of his way to be a good samaritan.

Abilities: Can shoot the bow, average skill. Expert swordsman.

[User]
Markos watched as everyone started having their fill of food and started digging in. He listened to Theodemar as he spoke to Jovian. "It's okay. I think my father is really good and fast." He said as he quickly took a bite of food and started eating it. He listened to Rimeth make a comment of swords. He was about to say something before his parents had stepped in. Then watched her parents scold her. He took another fast bite of food and heard her apologize. "It's okay I guess." He grabbed a little bit of chicken and ate it.

"So what does Rimeth do with her spare time?" Markos asked as things calmed down a little bit. He took another bite of food after his question looking at the couple waiting for a response. "I'm curious as well." Eva added in. She had been quiet for most of the day. She wasn't a very talkative woman, one of the reason Markos adored her. She kept to her own, and her actions spoke louder than her words. Markos looked over at her and gave a smile before he ate another piece of food.

[Assistant]
Theodemar smiled and Rimeth looked at Jovian's parents. ''Amnestria and the servants try to teach her how to embroidery and sow but.. She rather plays outside and run trough the woods'' Theodemar said. Rimeth nodded with a bright smile. ''When I am older,I am gonna learn to track and shoot arrows from a bow'' the girl said. ''She has my free spirit.. Somehow Sylvar took more after his mother and Rimeth after me'' Theodemar said and shrugged. He took some chicken and also laid some on Rimeth's plate.

Rimeth ate quietly and looked at Jovian from time to time. ''Would you like to go on a adventure after we ate?'' she asked and smiled brightly. Theodemar knew very well what that meant and looked at his daughter. ''Rimeth.. You promised your mother not to go on adventures this week'' he said. Rimeth sighed and looked down. ''I am sorry..'' she said. Theodemar looked at Markos and smiled. ''To her, a adventure means going into the woods and try to lose the guard as fast as she can and come home with thorn or dirty clothes.. We are not against it but sometimes she just needs to calm down'' he said.

[User]
"I shoot the bow too!" Jovian said excitedly and smiling. He listened to her father talk and kept eating. He looked up at her when he was asked to go on an adventure. His mouth came open but closed it when her father said something. He took a bite of fruit and watched them talk.

Markos laughed as Theodemar explained to him about her 'adventures'. "She does sound like a free spirit, which isn't always so bad. Harder to manage though." He took a bite of food. After he finished chewing he said, "Jovian is somewhat tame, like his mother." He wiped his fingers on a cloth napkin.

"He's a good boy." Eva added in pushing her plate closer to the center of the table showing she was done eating. Jovian smiled as she said that and took a bite of bread. Eva smiled back at him and took a sip of wine looking over at Markos. Markos looked back at her and smiled at her briefly.

[Assistant]
Theodemar smiled, after finishing the chicken, he pushed his plate to the center and took a sip of his own wine and looked at Rimeth. Rimeth looked at Jovian with a smile. ''Do you wanna teach me?'' she asked. The young girl ate her bits of chicken and then took the napkin and cleaned her hands and her mouth. Then with two hands she carefully took her cub and drank some from the water she had gotten and smiled. ''This water tastes really good!'' she said with a bright smile and looked at her father, and then at Markos and Eva.

''A free spirit is indeed not a bad thing.. Though I do hope she will be more tame when she grows up'' Theodemar said honest and looked at Rimeth who pushed her plate slowly some more to the center of the table. ''Daddy? Can I leave the table?'' she asked. Theodemar shook his head. ''You can when Jovian can'' he said.

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"Yeah I can try. I'm not very good yet. I'm a lot better with the sword." He said shrugging. Jovian finished his food as well, taking a sip of water and standing up. "Father may I be excused?" He asked. Markos nodded. "Don't go far." He said and gave Jovian a look to let him know he was being serious. "Yes father." He said turning towards Rimeth

"Let's go!" He said happily motioning her to follow him. Eva watched him. She basically glowed. It was their first child and Eva was satisfied with her son. She loved being a mother. Markos looked over at Eva. Seeing her happy made him smile.

[Assistant]
Rimeth looked at her father when Jovian told her to come, Theodemar smiled and nodded. ''Rimeth..?'' he said when the young girl was about to run off. ''Yes daddy?'' she asked and looked at her father. ''Listen to Jovian okay? He is gonna be in charge, he knows the surrounding better'' he said. Rimeth nodded. ''I'll be a good girl'' she said and then ran of to Jovian with a smile.

''I can't wait to start the lesson'' she said with a big smile, her blond hair was made in a bun and she looked at him with curiosity. The blue eyes that she had when she was born, had changed to a different more intense green color and she looked at the other elf with those, her eyes filled with questions and dreams.

[User]
Markos sat up from his chair signaling the servants to come clean up the table. "Would you both kindly follow me outside to the pavilion?" He asked rhetorically. "We might as well visit a little bit and let the young ones warm up to each other for a little while." He said as he moved over and opened the door. A pathway led to the pavilion in the vicinity of where Jovian and Rimeth went to play.

Jovian smiled, "Follow me really quick." He said as he ran to a spot where his bow laid. There was 3 of them. One of them of was a bow made for adult. The pull was too strong for Jovian to use. He picked up one of the bows and handed it to Rimeth. "Here." He said. He grabbed his and took some of the practice arrows that laid there. "Let's go!" He said smiling happily running over to a nearby hay-bale with a target on it. "Okay all you have to do is this." He said as he showed her knocking his arrow on his bow string. "My dad says to point the bow towards the target. Don't point it at me." He said carefully.

[Assistant]
Theodemar followed Markos and his wife and smiled when he saw their children. ''That is a good idea Markos'' he said and sat down on one of the chairs looking at Rimeth and Jovian from a distance. He smiled as he saw how Jovian showed Rimeth how to put a arrow on the bow.

Rimeth followed Jovian and when he handed her the bow, she smiled and her eyes started to twinkle a little. ''It's pretty'' she said and then quickly ran after Jovian to see what he did. She followed his instructions and held the arrow pointed to the ground as she tried to place it in the bow. It was more difficult that she thought and it kept falling from the bow. ''This.. is.. hard..'' She mumbled she looked at Jovian and smiled, she kept trying and was too stubborn to ask for his help. After a time span of at least ten minutes, it finally worked out well for the blond girl and she got the arrow on the bow. ''There..'' she said, still a little proud of herself and she looked at him, she was at least a head smaller than him and this made her look up at him. ''What is the next step?'' she asked with a big smile.

[User]
Markos sat beside Theodemar. "I don't see your daughter growing up to be a weak, lady-like woman." He said watching her as she struggled to knock her bow. "She seems willful and strong. I think it'd be good for Jovian to have someone like that, especially if we don't know what the future holds for our children. War could breakout." He finished as he scratched his beard, clearly thinking about the future.

Jovian laughed as she struggled. "I was like that too." He said. "Okay the next step is to aim down the arrow and look at your target." He said as he showed her. "My dad is a good teacher." He added in, while concentrating on the target. "When you feel ready, you let go the arrow!" He almost shouted. The arrow released and whizzed through the air. Smacking the outside of the target. "Aw. I'm not the best." He said ashamed hanging his head, then looking at her. "Now it's your turn." He smiled.

[Assistant]
Theodemar nodded with a proud smile. ''You are right, she sure will challenge him a lot, but so will he towards her and that is good. They will most likely become a couple to be feared for the strong bond they will get trough the years.. At least I hope they will'' he said and thought back on how he and Amnestria got together. It was kind of like this just, they were older and knew from the start they would marry. ''Of course we do not hope for a war but indeed, it could come to that'' he said.

Rimeth looked at Jovian and listened. ''You are a good teacher too''She said when he said his father was a good teacher. She saw how he aimed and copied him, then waited for his explanation and saw how he shot his arrow. When he pulled himself down a little she frowned, she let her bow fall on the ground. She gave him a little slap on his arm. ''Don't do that!'' she said and looked at him, still with a frown. ''You did great, and are still learning'' she said. Then, as if she suddenly remembered to be good, she laid her hand on his arm and smiled. ''Sorry.. But.. You must be proud of yourself that you can do that already'' she said and then picked up her bow, she had to redo her arrow which, even though it still took a little time, went in faster.

The younger girl aimed for the target and took a deep breath, she had one eye closed and when she slowly opened it, she let go of the arrow. She looked as the arrow whistled trough the air and hit the second ring of the target. Rimeth smiled bright and looked at Jovian. ''That was thanks to you.. You are a great teacher'' she said and gave the boy a hug.

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Markos turned around and walked to the table and sat down facing the children. He signaled a servant over. "Get some wine." The servant bowed and walked away. "I'm having the blacksmith's of Vinebal making weapons and armor. We'll have a surplus if it ever comes to a war." He said focused. "My boy will be capable to defend himself if the time ever comes… I'll make sure of that." His hand gripped the side of his chair as he spoke. He was a man of preparation. "The humans in Coreno are beginning to hate anything that's not them. I'm worried for your safety as well. Your city Vellone is closer to them than we are." He paused for a moment looking at Theodemar. "You'll always find a safe place here. Don't hesitate to contact my family." He gave a slight nod of respect and looked back at the children, waiting for the wine to come.

Jovian watched her shot. He grew a little jealous of her, but nothing devious. "Wow. I can't believe you did that. Maybe you just are good at it." He said with a smile. "You did everything I showed you with the first try. That was really good." He smiled as she gave him a hug. "So try again." He urged her. He was excited for her.

[Assistant]
Theodemar nodded and he had been hiding his worry. ''I don't like the idea of my wife and son being so close to Coreno...
The Onorine elves are different than most of us, they seem to try very hard to have a good bond with the humans but it is weird''  he said and looked at Rimeth shooting the arrow. He smiled a little proud and then looked at Markos. ''If we have to flee our estate, I'll send my wife and Rimeth first.. Sylvar might join them but I will do what I can to save my city.. You would do the same and I thank you for your reassurance'' he said with a faint smile.

Rimeth looked at Jovian and nodded, she took a new arrow and placed it into the bow, a little struggle just like the second time and once she managed to put it in the bow she looked at him. ''Jovian?'' she asked, she aimed and waited with firing the shot. She looked at the older boy. ''My older brother told me why I was going here.. Is it true? Will we marry when we are older?'' she asked and she then lowered her bow and looked at him with a lot of curiosity in her green eyes.


[System]
Age: 20

Height: 5'4

Appearance:

Background: Lisa grew up on a farm with her two brothers and her parents. While her brothers spent their days out helping their father with the animals, Lisa would stay inside with her mother and learn how to cook, clean, and sew. Being from a poor family, she never got a proper education, much to her dismay. She was able to teach herself how to read and basic math, but that's it. Her family was very poor, having only enough money to barely scrape by. Her parents often prayed that one of their children would marry rich and finally be able to escape the reigns of poverty. They were shocked when Lisa revealed she wanted to go work as a servant. Her plan was to use the skills her mother taught her throughout her time as a servant and save her wages so that one day she will be able to go to a university and become a teacher some day.

Personality: Easily flustered, defensive, passionate, and hard working.

[User]
Lisa listened to Studwick as he criticized her attire. "...Yes, there was time to slip on something dry. It would have been a fast change but it was possible." Her shoulders slumped a bit, realizing that she should have done what her mother and everybody else would have expected of her.

Yes, she was old enough to make her own decisions.

But at the same time, she should have known better.

It was only her third day away from her family and she already made a noticeable mistake. A faint blush painted her cheeks. She was embarrassed. "My sincerest apologies, Sir. I realize why you disapprove of my attire and I... I agree. You will never spot me looking so disorderly again." She tucked a loose lock of hair back behind her ear and glanced over at the door. It was perhaps rude of her to desire to leave the room, but she didn't want to bother him any longer. The sooner she could leave, the sooner they could both forget about this incident and move on.

"Listen, I know we have not gotten off on the best foot, but I just want you to know that I've meant everything I've said. Everything. And even though I look like this, even though I don't know a damn thing in this world besides what I managed to learn cooped up inside a dump, I value this opportunity to be here. Even looking around this one single room takes my breath away. One day, I want to be content. Fully, undeniably, one hundred percent content. This is my first step to achieving that goal." As Lisa went on that little tangent, the blush faded away from her face and she regained her confidence. She sighed. "..Pardon my language there, Sir. Will this be all?"

[Assistant]
Studwick figured at least she was honest with her answer. Having some integrity could go a long way.

"That sounds good to me Ms. Thorne." He said when she had explained that she wouldn't look disorderly again. He listened to her little spiel.

"That's good." He said nodding his head, "I'll give you a couple extra shillings if I see that you've done some hard work around the house every so often so you can get out of here quicker." He said giving her a small smile. He felt as if she wanted to leave quickly, when she had asked if that'll be all. He almost wanted to take back his generosity in that short amount of time.

He waved his hand when she had asked if this will be all, "Yes, get out of here. That is all." He said slightly disgruntled. 'Was she trying to dismiss herself?' He thought to himself looking down at his papers before he could see her reaction to anything.

"Right this way." Ralf said opening the door and leading her out of the room.

[User]
After being dismissed, she curtsied again and strolled out of the room, giving Ralf a polite nod as he opened the door for her. She was relieved that the meeting was over. More than anything, she hoped she at least made a decent first impression. She knew that was unlikely, given how he spent ninety percent of the time criticizing her, but at least she didn't get fired. It would be wretched to get fired before even starting work.

Upon arriving back at her room, she saw somebody had stopped by and draped the uniform across her bed. Unsurprisingly, it was clean and ironed. Not one speck of dust or tiny wrinkle could be found on it. Seems like the other maids knew full well how nitpick-y their employer could be. Lisa trailed her fingers across the delicate material, admiring it. It looked exactly how she expected it to; the classic French style. It was one thing seeing others wear it, but this one was hers. She loved it.

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke, "Ah, I see you found the uniform."

Lisa jumped a bit at the sudden voice, but quickly calmed upon seeing it was just Agnes. "Oh, hello, you startled me for a moment there!" Lisa exclaimed teasingly, obviously not intending to make her feel bad. "Yes, it was hard to miss considering it was laying across my bed."

Agnes chuckled. "That is what you're required to wear while you work. While you're not working you are allowed to wear whatever you wish... within reason, of course. You are to be a simple house maid. In other words, you do whatever I or any other person in a position of authority asks you to do."

Lisa nodded understandably. "Very well, when shall I begin work?"

Agnes hummed. "If my memory serves me right, you are to start at the crack of dawn tomorrow. Report to me before starting anything. You have the rest of the day to unpack and explore the manor."

"Lovely! Thank you, Agnes," Lisa said. The elderly woman smiled in return then left Lisa alone to finish unpacking.

[Assistant]
After finishing a few papers Studwick got up from his desk. He walked out of his office in the living room. Ralf had come around the corner, knowing it was about the time he had always finished his work and came downstairs for a small break.

"Your scotch sir." He said sticking his hand letting Studwick grab it. "Thank you Ralf." He said, taking a sip of his and sitting down on his chair that had faced a fireplace.

"What'd you think of the new housemaid Ralf?" He asked looking at the fireless firepit, gliding his finger on the glass, cirlcing it.

"I don't quite yet know sir." He said turning the plate that had served the scoth glass to Studwick. "I'll be sure to let you know as soon as I find out." He said turning and walking out of the living room to return the plate back to the kitchen.

A few moments later he came back into the room. "What would you like to read today?" He asked.

"I'm not sure, pick something that sounds intriguing." Studwick said looking over to Ralf.

Ralf pointed his fingers at a few books until he found something. He grabbed it, and walked over to Studwick. "Here you are." Studwick grabbed the book and read the title. 'Emperors of Revolution'. Studwick nodded his head slightly in approval.

"Thank you Ralf. That'll be all for now." He said kicking his feet up onto the foot rest and taking another sip of scotch and setting it down on the end table beside him.

Ralf bowed slightly and walked out of the living room.

[User]
Hours passed. Studwick had gotten his meal, and Lisa dined with all the other servants in the basement. Their meal wasn't half as good as his was, but it was something. They each had a little piece of steak (cooked but cold) and a slice of bread. Lisa's slice was stale, but she didn't say anything. She wondered if the other servant's bread was stale, too.

She met a couple other maids in particular named Eleanor and Margaret. They were twins who have been working for the Studwick family for about five years. They looked to be a couple years older than Lisa. The impression Lisa got was that they were a comedy duo. Eleanor had accidentally dropped her fork and Margaret called it out as a 'mis-steak' while motioning to her plate. Lisa smiled while the other servants laughed. Later, Margaret was talking about a time she milked a moody cow and Eleanor asked 'why were you milking yourself?' which made the other servants roar with laughter.

It was nearing ten o'clock. Only a few other servants remained awake. Lisa quietly strolled throughout the manor, memorizing where all the rooms were. After all, Agnes did tell her to explore. The young woman had changed into a new dress as soon as she finished unpacking. She also took the time to brush through her hair and braid it again. Even if it wasn't guaranteed she'd see Studwick again that day, she didn't want to risk him seeing her looking disorganized when she had promised to not be.

She stepped on what must have been a sore spot since the floor made a loud creaking noise. She bit her lip, hoping it didn't wake anyone up.

[Assistant]
Studwick was dozing off in his chair in front of the fire. The living room was his place he went to when he had some down time. Earlier that day he had worked hard so he could relax the rest of the day. He had went to the dining room when he had eaten his dinner.

It was just another night for him. He had a empty glass of scotch beside him. Studwick jumped awake after hearing a loud creak in the floor. He stood up, grabbing a knife that he had in his pocket. He always had one on him just in case. He knew he was rich and could always be a target to someone. Maybe it was his paranoia from the past.

"Who's there?" He quickly asked before being able to focus his eyes, holding the knife in his hand. Studwick usually dismisses Ralf before he goes to bed. He figured since he works so hard to keep him happy, he'd let him off easy.

There was no way that Studwick could rely on Ralf for the possible intruder.

[User]
Lisa made a worried face, recognizing the voice. She lost track of what mistake number this was. Definitely not the first one. At least this one wasn't totally her fault. Solemnly, she followed where the voice came from and stepped into the dimly lit room. "It's just me, Sir," she spoke quietly and soothingly, not wanting to aggravate him or wake up anybody else. She saw he was holding up a knife, which made her heart race. However, she remained calm on the outside. Perhaps there was fear in her eyes, but with this amount of light and the distance between them he wouldn't be able to see it. She held up her empty hands to show that she hadn't taken anything, nor was she carrying a bag.

"Pardon me if that creak woke you, Sir. I was merely exploring the manner, trying to commit the location of every room to memory." She smiled a bit. "It really is a lovely house. Earlier I thought your study was breathtaking, but now I know that other rooms, such as the dining room, are so much more extravagant! Of course that doesn't alter how nice your study still is. I'm incredibly impressed with the..." Her voice trailed off. "...sorry, I'm starting to ramble." She stepped forward again so he could see her face more clearly.

[Assistant]
Studwick had calmed down after she had introduced herself. "It's fine." He said putting the knife down. "It is a good house." He stated looking around at the dark room lit by the dull fireplace light. "Now you see why I require your services here." He gave a faint smile.

"Now go get onto bed, you're going to have an early day tomorrow." He said starting walking toward her, passing her and gently touching the back of her shoulder blade. "Agnes will show you everything that needs to be done tomorrow." He said walking up the stairs by the living room.


[System]
Esmeralda Anna Alves

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 "I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade ... And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party."
-Ron White

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Nickname:
Esme, she doesn't let anyone but her dad call her Esmerelda

Birth Date:
05/05/1998

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Asexual Hetroromantic

Relationship Status:
Single

Occupation:
Works part time in her dad's bakery

In Depth Appearance:
Esme is 5ft 3 and has a quite slight build with a lot of hidden muscle. She has long black wavy hair that reaches down to her mid back but she often has it tied back in a slap dash ponytail or bun as it tends to get in the way no matter what she is doing. She has a typical tanned look from her Spanish heritage and quite dark brown eyes. She tends to like to wear sun dresses or skinny jeans with t-shirts with bad puns or tv-show characters on. She usually wears bright coloured converse and dresses as if it is summer all year round. However if it is horrible weather you will see her bundled up in skinny jeans with too big hoodies and a black knee length trench coat with a bright coloured scark and a pair of bright yellow Doc Martens. She has a scar on her neck just below her jawbone from when she fell as a child breaking her jaw and cutting that area open. She has her ears pierced and has a range of bright and often tacky earrings
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M Y Q U I R K S
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
She tends to talk a lot and very quickly whenever she is nervous
When she is angry she tends to shout in Spanish and often doesn't realise she is doing it
She drinks quite a lot but it is always weird tasting far too fruity alcoholics
She sleepwalks but it is always to do the weirdest of things and she can remember it in the morning but thinks it is all a dream. Her dad can't leave keys accessible of she will leave the house
She is a very happy and affectionate drunk

Hobbies:
Script Writing
Running
Yoga

Likes:
Science Fiction and Fantasy TV/Books
A wide variety of music but she always has her headphones in listening to something or other
Cute Animals
Video Games (Assassins Creed, Uncharted, GTA, Fallout)
Puns

Dislikes:
Grime Music
Racism especially towards Hispanic Peoples
Drugs
Self-Centred People
Golf

Fears:
Heights
Small Spaces
Crowds

Personality:
♦ Good Listener ♦ Pathological Liar ♦ Positivity ♦ Anxiety ♦
On the outside Esme is incredibly bright bubbly and easy going. She is always talking and is not shy in the slightest. Even when everything is crumbling around her she will have a motivational speech and a smile for anyone who needs it. However inside she is doubting everything she says, often lying about even the smallest things that don't matter at all, she just can't seem to stop. A soon as she is back home and out of sight the façade will crumble and her anxiety and paranoia fall through. Only her closest friends have seen this side and her dad is always asking her to go get help but she refuses to acknowledge the weakness. Baking or yoga are her reliefs to work through the fear and anxiety. She is not scared to voice her opinion on anything and everything earning her a few enemies over the years. She has hundreds of faux friends but only the inner circle know her truly enough to say they are her friend.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
History:
Esme's father is called Esteban Ricardo Alves and is a Spanish immigrant who moved to the States just before Esme was born. He met her mother, Anna Susan Cartwright, when she was on holiday and visited his family's restaurant. They had a love affair and so Esteban asked her to marry him and he arranged to move out of to the States and set up his own Bakery to continue his passion from home. Anna died in childbirth only a year after they had got married and Esteban moved to the States. He raised Esme on his own and Esme idolises him even though she wishes that she had been able to meet her mother. She was taught Spanish at the same time as learning English and often switches between the two without realising. Her father never dated anyone or remarried but the Bakery is still his passion and Esme inherited his skill and love for the craft. She intends to take it over from him when he retires (but that isn't going to be any time soon though).
Esme was always one of the smartest in her classes but preferred to turn her energy to more creative pursuits such as baking and script writing, she always dreams of acting in one of her own musicals on Broadway. When she was ten, her father was struggling to deal with her hyperactive nature so he introduced her to Athletics and she loved it. She competes in both the 400m and High Jump for the school and the local athletics club and it currently trying to get a Sports Scholarship to college to study creative writing with media production.

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M I S C .
Extracurricular Activities:
Athletics Club
Trampolining
Youth Theatre

Extra:
Did you read the rules? That I did and for favourite song this year I would have to say Lungs by Stevie McCorie

Esmeralda Anna Alves

{"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy." Frank Sinatra}
⚜ Acquaintances || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || ⚤ Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ☠ Enemies

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☮ELY . FABLE☮
"You deserve so much more girl!"
Everyone needs a good bitching partner and Ely is Esme's
Ely needs somewhere to make and keep her creations and Esme is perfectly happy to extend her wardrobe
Creative types need people to critique their work and if Esme gets constructive criticism and pretty clothes then it is a win win situation
They have the best slumber parties and no drama is to small to gossip about
"There are plenty fish in the sea and being bi you get to try them all, lucky bastard"

♫ JACEN . TRAUCE ♫
"Oh come on dude, all's fair in love and war you know!"
Been best friends ever since they first met
The first friend she felt really understood her
Game and watch films together
Disapproves of his weed habit but understands it is his choice. She just won't do it with him
"Of course I've seen the new one! But once is not enough, obviously. Let's go!" - In reply to Jacen the first time they met

☮ OTIS . COOPER ☮
"You know one day I won't save your ass. I'll just stand on the sidelines and laugh!"
Esme is always on hand to help Otis get out of any trouble, even when that usually involves her getting in that trouble as well
They don't know each other that well
Matching optimisms
"You're weird you know that. But it's fine, so am I."

☮ GRANT . DOUGLAS ☮
"It's on, it's on like Donkey Kong!"
Gaming partners
Hassle free friends, they don't meddle in each others lives they just enjoy the drinking and unnecessary virtual violence
"I may be a little competitive, with that point made ... You're going down!"

☮ MANKY . CONNELLY ☮
"I guess you're cool."
Slightly hesitant about him after the breakup with Ely but working past it
Slowly realising he is a pretty cool guy
Often can't understand his slang but finds it amusing
"Nope, I refuse to believe it. This is not a real, widely used saying. It just isn't"

Symbol Here LEXI . FULGHAM Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

Symbol Here CARLA . HANSEN Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

Symbol Here SEAMUS . WHELAN Symbol Here
"Thoughts on relation."
Your comments here

☮ ERIN . CHASE ☮
"You know you can always talk to me, I've been told I am a good listener"
Esme is always there from Erin if she ever needs to vent about anything and everything
Helps her with her homework
Sisterly love but neither will actually say that out loud
"You love me really grumpy face!"

[User]
[quote=@Prudence]

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Jacen Trauce

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Time: 11:20
Location:Lakeside
Interacting with:Seamus @TheIrishJJ | Manky @officerheadbutt

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Jacen listened to Seamus proposal. "Your place and videogames sounds damn good to me."

The Irish ginger was preparing to respond to Jacen's query about their riding situation when he heard someone approaching from behind. Turning his head he identified Manky. He had half expected it to be Erin here to try to explain herself away and get a ride to wherever she was going.

She's unapologetic

Listening as Seamus offered to drive, he also caught what Manky was saying.

"I'll drive separate carrot top. I'll pick Manky up at his place, and then meet you at your place. Sound good?" He didn't really wait for Seamus to reply before he was already on the way to his mustang.

~~~

The text came into his phone as soon as he was pulling into the parkinglot at the Pub.

To Manky:"I'm here. hurry up."

[Assistant]
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Time: 5:30 - 6:30 P.M.
Location: Lakeside -> Her house.
Interacting With: Everyone at Lakeside & via text

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After dispersing herself from the group and getting back into her car, her phone started to ring as she answered it and it was her parents. "Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad. You guys took off yet?" She asked them as they responded by saying yes. She was excited since she was throwing a party tonight for her friends and whoever else might stop by. Lexi ended the call with her parents as they had to board their flight. She had sent Ely on a mission to get some snacks, food and drinks for the party - Even handed her a few twenty dollar bills so that she could do so.

Lexi had made it back to her house and opened up a closet, pulling out about five black lights and started setting them up accordingly. "Perfect." She muttered while hearing a knock at the door and walking there towards it, seeing the two professional painters come in. They were there to paint the bodies of her guests with whatever design they solely desired to have. Lexi showed them where they could set up everything then turned heel and walked back into her room, where she showered and brushed her teeth, changing into her swim wear for tonight.

Lexi had a wrap on to cover her bottom region but she had on an itsy, teeny, weeny yellow, polka dot bikini. She knew that this would definitely get a kick out of her friends. Speaking of her friends, she wondered where they were right about now since they are usually early for a party. She grabbed her phone and realized the time though. They still had a solid ten minutes before other people were to arrive. Lexi had shut all the lights off then plugged in the black lights and watched as they flickered then hummed to life. This was going to be the best party ever, she could feel it.

Another knock came over the door and it was the DJ. She was excited to see him as she directed him on where he could set up everything, too. She took out her phone again and started a group message to send to her friends.

To: The Squad
Where r u, guys? Everything is set up and people will b here any minute.

She sent the text then sat down on her couch as the DJ speakers did a feedback screech. She covered her ears then got up and went to the DJ. "Better have some great material to play or else." She said towards him with a soft and delicate smile as he licked his lips and stared at her up and down. She went back over to her door, peeking out of it to see which one of her friends was going to be the first to show up.


[System]
Gender: Female

Age: 18

Species: Gigan

Birthday: May 22

Blood Type: B+

Height: 10"5'

Weight: 284 ibs.

Measurements: 32D-23-36

Like: Mornings, Gale, sleeping, eating, sleeping again, her gun, seeing Gale smile, long walks through Meridian, botany, gardening, flowers, big windows that she can climb out of easily, and small things.

Dislikes: The Renoirs, Egrits, moonless nights, mean small people, mean tall people, hot days (which are all too common in the Meridian), and Gale injuring herself.

Parasite: Rorschach - a parasite that replaces an unknown part of Ash's body, only Gale has seen it activate and live.

Appearance: Ash is a ten foot tall Gigan, with a pair of stubby yellow horns and peach colored skin, her eyes are an expressive yellow, topped off by badly kept white hair. Ash usually wears a striped jacket, and a white undershirt that barely fits her elongated arms, along with her jacket, she also has a bright red bow tie around the collar of her jacket, fur mantle included, which matches the hair on top of her head. She also carries a Gigantian machete as a secondary weapon, alternatively to her .30 caliber Canopian anti-tank rifle; which can often be found slung over a shoulder, with Gale attached to its long barrel.

Biography: Ash's origins lie in the cold wastes of Giga, where she was born to a family of Gigan, whose names even she can't remember. They dissipated from Ash's life when she was nine, and she found her way to little Innsmouth through a lowly Elven caravan. After she had strayed from the Elves that had been with her for so long, she found her way to a small family of bat Ferals who, despite her size, took her in. Their giving attitude had touched her so deeply, that she had decidedly stayed with them. Everything went well for a few months, Ash managed to live a relatively normal life tending to flowers, and getting a proper education--until Gale's parents died. Gale's mental state immediately declined, and as it did Ash was the only thing left to keep it from falling into madness. The next seven years were hell not only for Gale, but for Ash as she was treated to all of Gale's hatred and sadness, but Ash soldiered through it. In those seven years Ash and Gale grew significantly closer as Ash slowly became a pillar for Gale, but despite the pair becoming so close, Gale still doesn't know much about Ash; save for what she's been around to witness.
In fact, nobody knows much about Ash.
After Gale decidedly joined the Medicis, Ash decided to buy a new home in Little Innsmouth where she and Gale can rest in relative peace in between hits. Now a days the pair just hang out, so to speak, lounging in their shared home, and on occasion tending to the flowers covering the interior of their house. When the pair are not scattered through out their home in Little Innsmouth, or breaking backs for their employers, Gale rests on Ash during the night; almost like a Gigan mattress.

Blockbusters:

Maul (Level 1): Ash unsheaths her machete, and hyper extends her arm, using it to whip lash her opponent several times--blade included.

Bullet Hell (Level 2): Ash loads a special 'slug' round into her rifle, which fires numerous smaller caliber bullets in a flurry of lead, which all impacts her opponent; effectively juggling them in the air to open them up to a counter attack.

Bloom (Level 3): Ash activates Rorschach.

[User]
"Well well... That bat doesn't seem to be ordinary."

Juno Bernstein swung her legs in a carefree way on her seat, seemingly oblivious that a wrong move would topple her off her rooftop seat and down to the pavement below. The reddish steel gauntlet on her left hand stood out rather conspicuously against her quality suit, complete with a real hand-tied tie tucked carefully in the jacket; none of that clip on thing for her. She wondered briefly if she should have brought a telescope instead of a binocular instead, as her left eye was naught but an empty socket.

"HOW CAN YOU TELL?"

She took off the binocular, and looked at her left hand, the green eye on the back of the gauntlet staring at her as she did the same. "The way she moves, what she wears, and how she carries herself. Everyone has many different tells. Thats how I can see which one's worth filching off."

"YOU ARE SMART. NOW WE'RE HUNGRY. WE EAT."

"Yeah, yeah, stave it off with this. We'll get some food after we get a good mark," She shoved a snack bar into her left palm, watching as a maw suddenly appeared and started crunching on the bar. As the taste of chocolate flooded her mouth, she resumed her vigil on top of the roof. Juno knows where the bat lives, and it would be a simple matter to find which floor and number as well. The lost relative trick always works. But she would need her tools for that sort of heist, and today she was looking for a simple mark, a target to swipe money off and run.

It was a bit tight this month, the mafia was cracking down on rivals now, and while normally that wouldn't concern someone who stuck to doing small crime, one of the local bosses was getting a bit overzealous. The shadows were getting a bit hotter too now that there was apparently some hotshot cuffers looking to jump badges. How's an honest thief going to make it through the month without starving with all these happening?

Just then she spotted a couple, a very well to do looking couple moving to where she knows was an alley, a shortcut out of the crowd. Which also means those two weren't average joes, since civilians don't usually go through that shortcut.
"I'm thinking that's a bodyguard and someone's rich wife. Marionette?"

"I'M THINKING OF STEAK."

"That's the spirit." Swiftly wrapping up her left hand in bandages, Juno moved silently through the rooftops to intercept them. Should be easy money for dinner.

[Assistant]
Morgann Lacroix, dressed in her usual show attire minus the mask, strolled down the dark streets of New Meridian, the light from the nearby street lamps causing her tall form to project a massive shadow of her figure. At this time of day, everyone had already hurried home, so Morgann never worried about someone asking for her signature or some other typical request. Almost every night for the past few weeks, she would grab dinner at Mad Man's Cafe, and nobody bothered her while she did so. Eating with the carnies at Cartes was okay, but it got on her nerves. The voices of her co-workers were jarring, and not only that, they never shut up. Dinner would last for about two hours, so the magician would find herself in bed with a raging headache.

"A star like me shouldn't even have to associate with such peasants anyhow," she snarled, approaching the dimly-lit cafe. Morgann likes to think she's the best magician in the kingdom, and while she is quite good at working with magic, she was nowhere near the best. Perhaps she is somewhere in the middle of the scale, but that was it for the moment. She clearly feels that she needs to be just as good as her father, but that might take at least fifty more years. A magician of his caliber was, and still is, quite rare.

As soon as she walked in, she slid into a booth without a word, slowly sliding downwards into the seat to the point where her shoulders were hunched forward and the brim of her purple top hat covered her eyes. "It's been a long day," she breathed softly, looking around the vacant room. There was a single man at the register who glanced in her direction before coming over to take her order. She promptly replied she'd just like a coffee if possible, and the worker hurried away. "Bus boy better make it quick," she growled before looking out the window and up at the starry sky, sighing quietly. "I kinda wish I was back at the circus now, to be honest," she murmured.

And in that very moment, Morgann realized how lonely she was.

Right before dismissing it and assuming she might be sick.

[User] Ash smiles gayly "We don't have to go to Meridian, we can just go to that campy little cafe down the road," she assures Gale, making sure that the clothes the Gigan is wearing look nice, and smell nice enough for her to wear in public. She puts Gale down atop a couch to her right, wedged in between a pair of vases that look much too large, and much too heavy for a normal person to lift. She stands up, hunched over in the suffocating closeness of her room, and begins to piece together her rifle, attaching springs and other key components to its ornate base, and screwing the lengthy barrel on. This go on for ten minutes, until Ash situates the rifle's leather straps with a satisfying 'click', and slings it over her shoulder, the tip of the gun scraping against the ceiling. The large Gigan then bends over, and picks up Gale "Would you like to ride on my gun?" she asks, motioning to the chromatic barrel.

[Assistant]
Gale looked up at the barrel that, compared to her, was gigantic. Without a word, she swiftly hopped from Ash's hand to the top of the barrel, flapping her tiny wings to steady herself. "Alright. I'm happy to go there," Gale replied quietly, crossing her legs and sitting flat on her butt, making sure the bandana around her eyes was tightly knotted. "Thank Goddess she did not want to go to Meridian," Gale thought, flattening her ears against her head. What a rude thing to think. This was Ash's choice, and had she picked New Meridian, Gale would have had to live with it. She should stop being so selfish.

Gale hopped from the barrel to the nape of Ash's neck and crawled up so that she could sit right on top of her head, perking her bat ears up as a way of preparation for the sound of the night once they left the apartment. "Oh, I forgot..." she murmured, jumping off of her head and landing on the ground with her wings spread to slow the fall. She dashed off to the hallway near the kitchen and hooked a right, throwing open her white bedroom door. She didn't need echolocation to find Brandy Station. She already knew where he was.

Her room was empty and, quite honestly, depressing, with walls of white and a plain brown carpet floor. The only furniture within the room was a twin-sized bed, a mahogany desk with a charming portrait of her menacing family members, a tall wardrobe, and on the wall sat the rack that held her sword up for the world to see. Without a second thought, she leaped up and snatched the sword from its hooks, landing right on her feet. "Time to go, Brandy," she whispered to its black sheath, wincing as the case rattled in an excited manner. She could feel its chilling connection bonding with her body and its resources as she slung the weapon over her back before slamming the door shut and dashing back to Ash. She quickly scrambled up the Gigan's leg and found her way back to Ash's unruly blonde hair, sitting with her legs crossed just like earlier.

"Lead the way," she murmured quietly, adjusting the tall collar of her black down vest.

[User]
"Dontores my boy, do you have any idea where we are?"

A teenage boy sat on the roof of a building he didn't know, in a city he wasn't familiar with. He looked into the distance, eyes half-closed, fist under his chin, taking in the scenery.

"Does it even matter?" He said.

A thick steel-bound tome laying besides him suddenly floated up in front of him.

"Culture my boy! Culture!" The book said, a voice coming out from its pages, "How would you expect to blend in if you don't know culture?"

The book danced along to its own words, a familiar and tiresome dance. The teenager didn't see a point in it, but then again, he hardly ever saw the point of anything.

"You know as well as I do," The boy said in a tired tone, "That it's your fault that I can't blend in anywhere, right?"

The book turned its cover to him, it had no expression but he could easily imagine its grin.

"You're the one who gave half your body to me, my boy." It said,

"And you're the one who decided to take my clothes with it." He retorted.

His body was half covered by a thick, wispy shadow that only left one glowing eye visible on the left side of his body. Whatever clothes he put on, the shadows would cover it making disguise impossible. Perhaps if the Grimoire wasn't illegal, it wouldn't have been a problem.

"I will admit that this city is quite new to me," he was gloating now. "The world has changed much since I was last released."

The book turned towards the horizon and stood still, as if enjoying a sudden breeze.

"Well, you shouldn't get to used to the city just yet." It said, "Change is on the winds, and it comes on swift wings."

"Nuul," The boy said, turning towards the book, "How many times have I told you that I don't care?"

"And how many times have I told you," Nuul said, shadows radiating from his pages, a dark fist emerging from its depths. "That my name is Grimoire Nuul!

[Assistant]
Ash waits patiently as Gale retrieves Brandy Station, slumped over by the front door, and once Gale is situated on Ash's head, the Gigan clumsily opens the door to their house, and manages to squeeze through. Once Ash is out in the open, she stands at her full height with a relieved sigh, looking down at the crowd; who begins to part to let Ash through. She walks with a surprisingly brisk pace, taking into account all the obstacles of Little Innsmouth, properly gaging all her ducks, and side steps to compensate for the bat feral on her head. "It's busy out today, how did you manage to find your way home?" Ash questions as she approaches the door to a local diner, the wonderful smell of cooked food flooding her senses. "Something smells yummy," she comments, lifting Gale off of her head, and guiding her to the door. With her index finger, and her thumb, Ash grips the handle to the glass portal.

She opens it slowly, letting the tacky silver bell ring, and giving Gale a light push inside, following after her with a light grunt, forcing herself through the human sized frame of the door. Ash's knee slides across the dirtied tile floor, followed by its opposite, and once Ash manages to slide her gun past the door, she stands up; hanging her head low. "Dagonian cuisine . . ." Ash mumbles with a content smile, clasping her hands together "You have money, right Gale?"


[System]
Profession: Grocery Store Clerk (Formerly United States Marine Corps Infantryman)
Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Backstory: Grayeson originally hails from the rural areas of northwest Louisiana, growing up with two other siblings. His father disappeared when he was only five, leaving his mother to take up the slack to feed her family. A tin shack with a dirt floor was his home for most of his life until his family moved in with his mother's parents. His grandparents, taught him the old fashioned ways of living off the land and helping his fellow man. But the most important thing he remembers from an early age, is it was his patriotic duty to at least serve for his country. His grandfather, having been an Army infantryman and his father before him served with the Navy as a ship gunner.

During his time during school, Nicholas was deeply invested in his studies and sports; mostly notably football where he received a scholarship to play for LSU. However, an injury to his right knee forced him to reevaluate his plans after school. It was here he ran into a Marine Corps recruiter and his life changed forever. Remembering his lessons on patriotic duty from his grandfather, he decided to enlist as soon as his knee was healed. When this was all said and done, along with the papers signed; he reported for recruit training at Parris Island, NC.

Nicholas quickly proved through his time at boot camp that he was a promising leader and warrior for the United States military. When he graduated from his training, he followed on to the School of Infantry and trained to be a basic infantryman at Camp Geiger. During his time here, he was a squad leader and won the Honor Graduate award upon completion of training. When war broke out in the Middle East, he deployed and served a couple of tours with 3RD Battalion, 4TH Marines out of Twentynine Palms, CA. However, it was during this time that Nicholas began to see the horrors of the war and what it did to his fellow Marines. Some of his friends never made it home in one piece or some never came back at all. This started taking a toll on the young Grayeson, forcing him to turn to alcohol to cope with the nightmares he had from his deployments. His work ethic started to slip, his physical prowess faltered, and he didn't seem to care what happened to him. All this occurred while in garrison, but in the field, he was his old self and always rallying his Marines.

Unfortunately, it all came crashing down when Nicholas's then fiancé revealed she was pregnant, but with a fellow Marine from his unit. Outrage from this betrayal, he left their shared apartment with his pistol and bottle in hand; drove to the middle of the desert. His friends found him three days later, bottle in one hand and seven rounds discharged into his truck. One round was left in the chamber, but Nicholas had passed out before turning the weapon on himself. His friends quickly sobered him up, reported him to the medical facilities, and he spent time in an institution. No longer wanting to serve with the Marines, Nicholas left the service soon after and travelled the country. Eventually, he landed in the city a few weeks prior to the outbreak. Getting a job as a local grocery clerk, he found a sort of solace in this simple life and kept to himself when on and off work.

Part Two: Skills and Equipment

Starting Equipment: {Listed Below}
1.) Eagle Scalable Plate Carrier; three magazine pouches and Individual First-Aid Kit (IFAK) attached.
2.) Tac-Shield Coyote Tan Riggers Belt; reinforced stitching with mounting clips.
3.) BlackHawk SERPA Lvl. 2 Tactical Holster; mounted on the right leg by the belt.
4.) Eagle Assault Pack; reinforced stitching and taped up straps.
5.) Two Meals, Ready-to-Eat (MREs) packed inside Assault Pack. (One halfway eaten).
6.) CamelBak Hydration Carrier; attached to Eagle Plate Carrier. (Half Full).
7.) Mechanix Reinforced Knuckle Tactical Gloves.
8.) Black, zip-up hoodie.
9.) Blue Jeans.
10.) Danner Rugged All-Terrain (RAT) Hot-Weather, Steel-Toe Boots.

Starting Weapons: {Listed Below}
1.) H&K MR223A3; equipped with 30-round magazine, Trijicon 4x3 ACOG, Foregrip, and Sling.
2.) Kimber 1911 Tactical Entry II; equipped with 8-round magazine and Surefire Flashlight.
3.) SOG Jungle Warrior Combat Knife; 8CR13MOV steel fixed blade with molded Kraton handle.

Skills: {Listed Below}
1.) Black Belt, Red Tab Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (MCMAP)
2.) Small Team Tactics (i.e. patrols, conducting searches, ambushes, raids.)
3.) Improvisation Skills (i.e. using materials to construct items for new purposes.)
4.) Hunting and Fishing (i.e. stalking prey and field dressing prey.)
5.) Proficiency with assault weapons and vehicles.

Part Three: Personality, Psychology and Physiology

Bravery (1 – 10): 8.

Psychological Stability (1 – 10): 5.

Reaction Speed (1 - 10): 7.

Physical Strength (1 - 10): 7.

Constitution (1 - 10): 8.

Party Control: No.

[User]
"What, where am I?"

Detective Norman looked around, with his bloody eyes, sighing in distress. "What the?" Detective looked around in the debris. It was a wreckage, muttering to himself. Norman put on his ARI Glasses, perhaps he could get evidence from the wreckage he just found. He found a sign of gore, life butchered. Who would of done such a thing? Norman crouched down to the blood, touching a sample of the blood he found. "Who would do such a thing." Norman sighed to himself. Norman got up, walking. Taking off his ARI Glasses, he put them in his tuxedo pocket. Suddenly, blood came dripping down his eyes and nose. He had triptocane inside of his pockets, taking one he calmed himself with some of the tripto. He decided to put on his ARI Glasses again to see what else he could find. Detective Norman slipped on his glove, he looked at a small office home-shaped like. He wondered if he could find anything, he kicked opened the door, stepping his first step in. It was a lifeless, small grave office. Just like the one he had when he was first hired to be in detective force, Norman sighed. Norman shut the door, finding a chair at the desk, Norman locked the door before sitting down. Norman figured that someone was here before him, he felt a small shake on his shoe. Norman took off his ARI Glasses and his glove on his hand, looking below his chair, he kicked the body off him. In disgust he looked at the body, "Ugh.." Norman looked at the skylight for a minute, coming towards him he felt like he saw something going to attack him. He paused for a minute.

[Assistant]
Norman's eyes we're turning red, he didn't realize. He put on his ARI Glasses again, slipping on his glove. A big map popped in front of him, and a fake world appeared in front of him. The blood came under his ARI Glasses, he took off his ARI Glasses. Sighing to himself, he put them down, taking off his glove.
He was paranoid, crazy he didn't know what to do. He was so crazed out, blood came out of his eyes. He started to move around, ruining his stability, he took a dose of his triptocane drug. He fell into his chair, sighing in relief.

[User]
His hopes raised a little with the firework of explosions outside the apartment, but quickly faded when the makeshift defense that he had just made was quickly approached by the horde inside. The previous one fell quickly; this was the last one before the entire level, which a good amount of people were on, would be swarmed.

"Uh... might need a little help here!" He called down the hallway as he swung a crowbar at the first of them, with a sickening smack. He swung again, but the next zombie, by some stroke of luck, pulled the crowbar right out of his hand and almost had him beinding into the face of one of the monstrocities, which was quickly being backed up by what he could see to be a minimum of ten more. He pushed himself back and went into the room besides him, pulling out a rather flimsy broom, and in his other hand pulling out the gun. He didn't want to waste ammo if he didn't have to... but considering a small assortment of tables and chairs were blocking the landing, there wasn't too many options until the others arrived to give a little help.

[Assistant]
Tyson was still searching for useful stuffs inside his apartment unit. More explosions and gunshots can be heard coming from the sky above the apartment. Tyson gathered a bag of stuffs and put it on a sofa, and walked near to the window beside his bed to check out the situation outside. He saw a helicopter, firing towards the lower level of the apartment. But it was not a good time to stop and enjoy the view of a metal bird shooting at the zombies, Tyson need to leave this place as fast as possible.

Tyson grabbed his equipment and was about to leave the bedroom, but he heard noises from the living room. He hold the knife he took earlier firmly in his right hand, preparing to face the unknown lurking in the living room. "Uh... might need a little help here!" After Tyson heard the shout, he moved towards the living room silently. He saw a guy with a crowbar fighting off the zombies. The door was not locked, that explained how they got inside.

"Hey! Watch Out!" Tyson ran towards a zombie and stabbed it with the knife in his right hand. But it was probably not a good idea to go near the front door now, as more zombies started to appear outside the front door of his apartment unit.


[System]
Appearance:
Gender: Male

Age: 1920, appears to be 16

Race: Human

Element: Light-natured; formerly Dark-natured

Dream:

Less of a dream, and more of a mission, Marshall's conscripted is to collect seven hearts steeped in sin; one for each of the Seven Deadly Sins. It is not a matter of if, he's able to succeed, but once, that he will be allowed to dream of death forbidden.

Home:

Yoltaire; a land of darkness, where overcast sky and lasting rain is the norm, is where Marshall hailed many years ago under a name forgotten forever. Naturally a denizen of the Dark, his cursed existence has many him an outcast in his own land, and such, he calls no place home; merely a place to rest before moving on.

Gimmicks:

Immortality has its talents. Marshall cannot die in a technical sense, but be majorly incapacitated via removal of limbs; his Dark nature, though, makes his body easy to repair, should he be able to recover removed limb. However, if he should lose his right arm, he also loses his primary means of attacking: the Touch of Virtue – a ranged magical artifact that serves beings of a Light-nature with the ability to shoot light in thin beams from the fingertips, or a large beam from the palm. However, being of a Dark-nature, Marshall is forced to shoot his own blood; now saturated with the Element of Light.

Furthermore, despite his immortality, Marshall has a "limited ammo counter" equal to two pints of blood, before he starts to suffer from the effective of blood loss as he's still human. This can be temporarily mitigated, however, by successfully drawing blood from a bleeding target (usual victimized by puncture or slash damage before his "turn", or suffering a bleeding effects) within melee range, and "actively reloading" with this foreign blood. Due to its foreign nature, Marshall can weaponize someone else's blood differently, using the ether within the blood to deal elemental damage or even cause status afflictions, such as natural toxins. As such, drawing blood inherently changes the shot "properties" until he exhausts this ammo.

However, Marshall cannot draw blood by just seeking to do so, or if impeded from making direct contact, such as by armor.

Personality:

Blunt. That's the best descriptor for Marshall's personality. Before becoming cursed by his benefactor – of sorts – into servitude, the thief known, currently, as Marshall Chambers was a brash and confident "reliever of items". Never overconfident, but, pridefully, willing to maintain his reputation, Marshall gambled it all away in a moment. Having lived generations gone, seeing the ups and downs of many, and longed to join those gone Marshall is withdrawn and blunt, whenever he needs to speak to someone.

There are rare occasions, like seeing twinned snowflakes, that his old personality resurfaces for the sake of people; however, he remembers the pain of it, and is swift to cage it. He's a job to do, and the longer it takes, the longer he suffers the hell that is living, in his mind. However, for all his bluntness, he has a soft spot for that which is fluffy and furry, and regularly entertains a kitten or puppy from infancy to the grave.

Background:

 Once upon a time, there was a Human that was born in the shadow of a shadow, under an overcast sky, when the moon was new, and the rain fell lightly across the ever-shaded island of Yoltaire. His name is long since forgotten, even though, he still lives and breathes. His history a memory of being unparalleled in his clan; a thief that could relieve anyone of anything, and gained the appropriate reputation for such a feat. He was brash, yet friendly; confident, yet collected; he took nothing to heart... save for one challenge: Stealing the heart of another.

Longingly, the thief sought for the hand of the daughter of the Clan Grandmaster. Unwilling to relinquish his daughter to any one man, he tasked upon the would-be suitors a single item from the Caress of Virtue – a suit of armor that could be used to snuff the darkness without fail. The Clan Grandmaster knew, even a single piece's absence would set back the production of the armor, and delay the worst, if only for a bit.. It was slightly for his pride in his reputation, and largely for his desire for the hand of the coveted daughter, that the thief swore to bring back a piece.

That was over 1,900 years ago, 1904 to be exact. He was sixteen, by human years, and had been since he met her: the Lady of Virtue, a Primal Beast of Light. He stole into her workshop, into her domain, and over his head. Perhaps, the Clan Grandmaster knew the outcome was undefiable failure, he surmised, as he held to a knee before the being of Light; his right arm burning and bleeding, as the Touch of Virtue bound to his being – surrendering its once beautiful silken look and royal colors of golds and red for a charred fabric appearance and burnt ash muddled with blood for colors.

 Unthinking Light for its cruelties, the thief found himself bound to the Touch of Virtue, to The Will of the Creator, he found himself given a bargain from his pathetic state and surrendered freedom: "Bring seven hearts steeped in sin, one for each, and, with them, atone for the sins you hold yourself. Until that day, wander, forever alive until the True Light fades, unable to die, but able to suffer all pain and loss."

And so, the thief did wander, suffer, and lose; unable to return home, for the light inside him, and unable to stay rooted for the darkness brimming underneath. He wandered, surviving on, as the "immortal mercenary with the bandaged arm," and becoming known as a man that simply would not die – even if ordered at the point of a sword and barrel end of a rifle. Death was too trivial a request to honor, if those demanding it could not even answer a simple question: "Where are six hearts are steeped greatly in Sin?"

Unfortunately, he would find that to anger law enforcement – especially the corrupt – then the sheer inability to die upon command can be spun as something worthy of capital punishment, and rewards by rotting away in a prison cell for forever.

However, for the immortal thief Ziggurat is a mere setback, and, perhaps, a sign...

Inventory:

The Touch of Virtue; see Gimmick

A Lust-soaked Heart; the Heart of a woman steeped deeply in Lust, stilling beating without its hostess...

Selmia's Dagger; currently traded for reasons exchanged between Marshall and the Woman in Grey for his Bowie Knife, a simple knife that has seen more blood than several wars.

Bag of Chilled Holding; a magicked bad that holds temperature and numerous bottles of chilled blood. Ammunition for future occasions. Sadly, emptied out... for now.

Is a Kitten an inventory item?

[User]
Dreams, something every living being had, they are a funny subject. They can appear as the most ridiculous thing someone has ever heard of, yet they can inspire even the youngest of minds. They can even manifest themselves as warnings of what is to come. This dream however she did not know know what to make heads or tails of. She had found herself in the presence of a dragon with its hands bound to its chest, its eyes and mouth sealed shut. Though intimidating, it did not seem threatening. She felt sorry for it, yet she could relate to its imprisonment. It had seemed to speak to her in her mind.

"What-who, who are you" she asked. "My aspirations? Bonds?" She scoffed. "Who would want a useless heiress around, if anything I would be a hindrance to them. The most I would want is to find my sisters, but now the only thing I will get is to rot in this cell."

What strength? I couldn't even stand up to my own father. I did nothing but blindly stand there and watch while my family reaped its benefits off the suffering of others. How could I carry the weight of such a burden when I can't even carry my own If the world has need of my strength, it must be desperate.

"Convictions? Singularly? I've never needed these until now, but I believe that wealth shouldn't be earned off of the suffering of others. Those who gain it that way don't deserve to have it. Life should not be something measured in gold. If I could, I'd find my family and see all of those guilty of this injustice brought brought before it. Even if it means facing certain destruction."

She answered all of his questions without hesitation. It felt as though the only thing she could tell the dragon was the truth, yet it was nothing forced. As what seemed like hours passed, her vision grew dark, it seemed like the world around her had grown dark. Before darkness enveloped the world around her, the dragon let out a roar that sent light spiraling out filling the sky. It enveloped her as well as the other figures and before she knew it, the cold harsh reality returned.

The days seemed like months as the girl wasted away in this cell bound by these shackles. Solitude seemed like the one thing she would beg for in her old life, now, it was the one thing she wished she could get away from. The lack of sun and fresh air had been unbearable, the only connection to the outside world she had was through the slot in the door they would slide her meals through, if you would even call it a meal. It was the only thing she had to look forward to. That and her dreams, dreams that would take her far from this hell, dreams that would see her reunited with the siblings she had never even had the chance of knowing.

Sasha often wondered what they would be like, what they looked like, how they lived, surely they must be in a better position than her's. She sat there in silence as she had always done. It was depressing, soul crushing, enough to break the strongest of wills. It was then that she had heard a voice of one of the prisoners who seemed to be out of his cell. "Sure, as long as it's a cheery one" she chuckled.

[Assistant] Skathi started to stir as she began to wake after so long her mind still flashing back to a battle that has long ended ages ago as she flashed back to the battle she growled as she leaped forward Her gauntlets flashing with a dark power as she lept forward. The fact Marshall let the blast so close to her didnt help much either. "YOU WILL FALL!" She growled out more like a berserker lost in rage as she raised her claw at the one who attacked. She would defend the island and all who seek to harm it will FALL! Though part of her mind questioned the dragon she saw Primals are fickle beings but for one to do so while she had to defend her island was bad. She couldn't allow such distractions no such a slip in thought could mean the death of many. "I WON'T LET YOU HARM THIS ISLAND!" She yelled once more her claw strikes began to come closer to Marshall's face. Rage clear on her face as she sought a strategy first she would take care of this attacker than find her weapon.


[System]
Grade Level: Junior

Appearance:

Graduation major: Physical science

Academics/Clubs: Captain for the varsity golf team, student manager of the school's cafe "Cougar's Den"

What would you say your home life is like?: Pretty good, my parents are cool but usually work, my younger sister is a pain but whatever.

What are your dreams for your future? Your ideal job?: Ideally I'd love to open my own resturant and get a popular cooking show and make that money.

If you were given one million dollars, what would you do with it?: Get a car, like a Ferrari or Porsche or something rad like that. Our oven at the house sucks too, oh and sweet new golf clubs would be great!

What would you say is the best thing about yourself?: I'm not one to brag (usually) but I am a handsome man and I believe people notice. I can out cook anyone, five star chef or not, and I do have a hole in one to my name. Not that I'm bragging or anything.

What about the worst thing about yourself?: Not having a car sucks, I mean my grades could be better I guess. Though I don't worry about those as much as my parents do.

What would you say is a fact about yourself you're most afraid getting out? (Reminder all information is strictly protected, with privacy protected): Well I mean I always go after girls and try to go out with them. Though I just can't really care about them like I'm suppose to I guess? I've been noticing guys more but that would make me gay right?

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Codename assigned: Captain Titan

Power gained: 730143 – Able to adjust body's size, to either grow taller up too 100 ft, or shrink down to the size of a small insect. Can also make muscle mass larger to increase strength but requires better concentration

Costume design plans:

 A sleeveless red, silver, and black design with boots, red full eye cover goggles, and a lower face covering mask which provides oxygen for when too high up in atmosphere or shrunken down too small for normal oxygen. (Yeah I'm using a concept art piece for Ant Man so sue me...)

Assigned backstory: A scientist from a small town in Kansas, Captain Titan discovered the ability to grow and shrink in size from an experiment and decided to use his powers to protect our fair city.

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All Lyra asked for was an explanation for what the hell was going on, and all she got at first was a scream, the sound of shattering glass, and a thud, like someone had just fallen to the floor. Lyra jumped, unsure of what had just happened and no one was talking to her. And then another voice spoke up. Lyra immediately recognized it from her dream last night, but this time she could hear the words that were being spoken…and she sounded annoyed. Before Lyra could answer any questions though, she and the others were lead out of the room and into cars, being driven away to…well Lyra wasn't sure where. Lyra stayed quiet for the whole trip, trying to take in all that was happening, especially what had been going on with her sight and that weird thing that had happened to her in the janitor's closet.

Finally they got to wherever it was that mysterious woman wanted to take them and once they were at seated, they finally got an explanation. Lyra listened carefully as this woman, Maria Stanford, told them all that she worked for the Superhero Legion and that all of them in the room had been drafted to be superheroes based on how they had answered a personality test, and Lyra was given hers back. What had she put on here to make them think she was superhero martial? Lyra continued to listen as they were all lead around the base, from bedrooms to training rooms to a kitchen and etc. They were finally lead to where their costumes would be and handed another piece of paper with their powers on them and their secret identities. Lyra couldn't help but to wonder how she was going to tell her mother that she was going to become a superhero…But she would cross that road when she got there.

Once Maria had dismissed them, Lyra was quick to catch her. "Excuse me Dr. Stanford. Um, could you read my paper to me?" Maria obliged and Lyra learned that her powers had…only been theorized? They weren't sure she would develop powers with the serum they gave to her? Well, at least the powers she did get were what were listed. And this meant that she could see. All those outlines and colors, those had been real! She could finally see again! Well, kind of. But being able to see in the dark only was better than not being able to see at all! "Okay then, I guess I'll just get into my costume then and-" But Maria interrupted her to tell her that she didn't actually have a costume yet because they weren't sure she would have any powers. Oh…well that would have to wait then. "Then I guess I'll go train then…" Lyra said with a shrug.

Lyra decided it would be best to walk with someone, get to know her new teammates and all. That's when she heard a familiar voice.

"Rashid. Wasn't he the islamic hero from back in 9/11 who could turn himself into sand? I'm a ghost...Tom Fan, Phan-tom. Cute. Let's just hope they never pin the goth kid for being the ghost of an arabic assassin... Problem, I don't know Krav Maga or speak ANY middle-eastern dialect, I only know American, French, Japanese. How am I supposed to be an Arabic ghost?"

"It's never too late to learn a language Thomas." She told the leader of the Misfits as she walked over to him. "Especially when you already know three. I'm sure you can do it." She added, giving him a encouraging smile. "Anyways, want to go practice?"

[Assistant]
Thomas was a bit surprised to find three of their group in the meeting hall, it was one of those details that sank in after the storm. Had he been so focused on Carol that he hadn't noticed Lyra? That was not only against the code of the misfits, it also creeped himself out a bit.

"It's never too late to learn a language Thomas. Especially when you already know three. I'm sure you can do it. Anyways, want to go practice?"

Noting to fix that now, he looked to carol with a smile and approached Lyra. He took her hand and put it to his arm as a guide to try and lead her to the training area after the speedster and the giant man. He did not change into his costume as she did not have one either but stopped short as she was literally running circles around the towering teen.

"You know, I think our powers aren't as... physical as theirs, We could probably do meditation or mental exercises instead... But if you really want to go at it, can I recommend staff or batons to use your stick skills?"

Something on his paperwork he really didn't feel like sharing right now was ten years of ninjutsu under his belt. He saw Paul bunion over there and could see the achilles tendon tense up as he moved nd thought about a single strike would being him down. Cheeta was too fast for melee, best taken out at ranged or a trap she couldn't outrun like a glass pane in a doorframe.

Lyra did bring up an interesting second point on accident, he already knew two languages with no similar syntax like french does to spanish. He could learn Farsi, he could also learn Krav Maga and his ninjutsu would onl strengthen what he was going to learn.

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Eric was wondering about the best way for him to train his new powers, since he didn't know how much control he had and he didn't want to harm anyone by accident. The fact that fire extinguisher girl was running around the entire room also made it impossible to simply throw small fireballs in the direction of the metal walls, because he might hit her.

Eventually he got an idea, he would try and see if he could combust again like he did back at school, only entirely and on purpose this time. It was a lot harder than he though it would be. But after five minutes of focus so intense he didn't even notice the small whirlwind, he managed to cover his his arm in flames. When he got that far for some reason it became a lot easier and before he knew it his entire body was on fire.

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Carol did not enjoy being whisked away or learning that they had been part of some procedure to make new heroes. Not without consent anyway. The explanation was not enough to dissuade the feeling either. Maybe she was being unreasoable. Everyone else seemed to take the news in stride. Don't get it wrong, she was greatful that the process had given her use of her legs back. It would also be extremely cool to be a superhero. But she still couldn't shake the feeling.

Having lost the wheelchair she walked with the rest through the tour. It was a lot to take in at once. For sure she was going to have to sleep on this. Assuming she wasn't already and this was just some fantastical dream. Eventually she was given a sheet with an overview of her new hero persona and what what to expect with her powers. Seemed that the serum she was given had some variation from one person to another. Mostly in the degree of strength and speed at which they could fly.

The cover they picked for her was interesting though. They must have been watching her checkout list from the library. Definitely based on mythologies she'd done some reading on. Probably a good idea to brush up on them to. Thomas probably could help with that. Deciding to pass on suiting up it seemed that the others were heading to the training room. Figuring it was as good an idea as any she went with them, catching up to Thomas. It was weird standing next to him rather than in the wheelchair. "I dont think all of this has sunk in yet. I'm not sure I'm ready for this job."

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Paul still couldn't wipe the smile off of his face, the power, the mass, the fact that he was literally bigger than life! Sure the grin was hidden behind his mask, and the mask made it all the more surreal. Like he was a space traveler journeying to some planet of little people. Every step he took made the ground shake, and he had a feeling him strolling around and doing things like he was could be making everything ground level above quiver a bit. But hey they have earthquake provisions in the city for a reason right?

Still he took a knee as he glanced down and watched the others doing things. It was admittedly cool seeing the other powers (Plus Eric's costume, which was kind of cool in that dorky kind of way.) in action did leave him a little jealous of some of the other powers. Ms. Velmont's was one, as being able to stretch like that did seem like a great way to be exceptionally lazy. Plus when he was little he did enjoy reading the trade stories for StretchTastic. Who worked in Capitol City for a long time, and was quite the looker. Well for a guy at least. But Paul when he was growing up looked up to the guy, even got his autograph when he visited Capitol City one summer. When StretchTastic though opened up to the public that he was gay, the then less than open minded people shunned him and he hasn't been seen since. That always stayed stuck in Paul's mind. On the one hand it sucked and wasn't fair, on the other, the guy brought it on himself.

Still Paul had an idea and started to reach out for Ms. Velmont. "Hey teach I have an idea!" Paul exclaimed as he grabbed his rubbery math teacher. When he squeezed her body her head swelled up like a balloon before shrinking back down when he loosened his grip. Then he stood back up, positioning her in his hand as he reeled his arm back and slung it forward. Cia's entire body flew forward and made an amazing snapping noise when she just hit the floor a very good many feet away. "This would be a great way to take down bad guys! Just whip them to death!"

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When Cia was grabbed all she could think of was that she was just a toy to Paul. After he finished his little fun of whipping Cia though she turned into a balloon and got out of his hand. "WHAT THE HELL!?!" Cia said not enjoying being grabbed like that. "Ask permission before you do that! And don't use my head as the whip!" Cia said furious of what had just happened. "That really hurts when you use my head like that." Cia added holding a hand to her head as she went back down to normal human form. "Use my leg or something instead, NEVER use someone's head like that. I may be able to stretch but I'm not immune from a concussion. My brain doesn't exactly stretch you know." Cia said angry at Paul.

With that outburst Cia walked right out of training room fuming. "Communication is the most important part of team work. If we are going to be doing this, then you have to learn to tell people what your doing before you do it so they can prepare." Cia added before leaving the training room with an eerie quietness about it. This was more than one of Cia's normal outbursts, that was for sure.


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"I sell my sword to the highest bidder. And by sword, I mean the gun I'm holding that's as big as you."
Age:
 27

Race:
 Zaetherian
Race Info: Beginning on the extremely arid and volcanic planet of Zaetheri, Zaetherians are a tall, lizard-like people that accomplished space travel not long after Humans entered the Galactic Committee. They originally came from a Hunter/Gatherer society, and evolved to a stationary lifestyle upon the discovery of the Undercroft, a massive spring of fresh water that sat miles underneath the surface of Zaetheri. The meager population of barely more than a thousand rose to around a million over the course of a millennia. As technology advanced, a fair hierarchy was established that still stands to this day, and a city was built around and over the Undercroft, then named after said location.
 Zaetherians are a tall and slim race, males standing at an average height of seven feet, and females at six feet. The standard structure of the body consists of a bipedal figure with two arms and a single head. Each hand has two fingers and an opposable thumb, while each foot has four adjustable toes. The legs possess what is known as a second knee, in which doubles back behind the first knee to assist with jumping and maintaining balance. The elbows possess a bony spur left over from evolution, meant to strike behind oneself when alerted in some way (This reflex still exists, making most dangerous to sneak up on). The facial structure is a bit strange by all standards, consisting of a flat nose with no obvious opening, controllable mandibles to cover the sides of the mouth and express emotion, and two eyes that appear to be behind a barrier that matches the scales of an individual. The entire body possesses plating that's meant to repel solar radiation, but is by no means a form of natural armor. Bullets will still punch through these plates, as if meeting with a piece of leather. Male genitalia is housed in a sort of sheathe between the legs, and only emerges upon arousal. Female genitalia is in the same location. Females do not have breasts, as they do not give birth to live young. The major defining feature is a set of crest plates that females lack. These plates, only present on males, consist of three thin extensions protrude symmetrically from the sides and center of the head backwards. Scale color typically ranges from light browns and yellows to black. As colonies have formed on nearby planets, many have taken to using tattoos and face paint to define where one is from. These tattoos are worn on the face in very specific patterns and with certain colors. One without facial markings is commonly referred to as a "Bareface," and is usually not trusted by fellow Zaetherians.
 In Zaetherian society, it is customary for one to welcome strangers into their homes without hesitation and to treat guests with honor. In a militaristic sense, every member of the race that lives on Zaetheri is required to perform at least five years of active service and remain in the reserve for the next ten years. The earliest one can begin their service is usually fifteen. Those who don't complete their requirements are shipped to colonies and live with the stigma of that forced life. Crime is defined very closely to the Human definition of it, and criminals are punished with either time in prisons, mandatory rehabilitation, and execution for serious-enough offenses. The food is largely hot and spicy. Children are born sparingly, as the Undercroft can only support so much life.
 They stumbled upon the secret to efficient space travel a small amount of time after Humans and stuck to the nearest solar systems for years, eventually finding the Galactic Committee and offering an olive branch, so to speak. They have remained peaceful for the most part and have actively participated in sending outlaws to adventure into the unknown. Only one has survived for more than a few weeks so far.

Faction:
 Marauder, Criminal.

Role in Team:
 Enforcer

Bio:
 Born on Zaetheri in the very heart of the Undercroft, Galvus Velinian was expected to do the same as everyone else in life. Join the military, complete the service, then return home and give back the community. He did the first two parts perfectly, basically becoming an ideal soldier with his superiors asking him to stay beyond the standard time. He, however, had other plans, as a sort of wild streak took him soon after, causing him to leave Zaetheri and head for one of the major colonies, the name he had forgotten after a short time due to its complexity.
 He arrived under the impression that everyone there had seen a Zaetherian before, but he was wrong. The moment he stepped off the shuttle he'd booked travel in, duffel bag over his shoulder, he was greeted with numerous camera flashes. He stayed for a little while, despite the attention he was getting, and took up work as a mercenary. Galvus' skill as a soldier was advertised, and someone bought him up quick. The twist was that he had to provide security for a known drug trafficker in the area, but the pay made the job worth it.
 A few months into this line of work, Galvus slipped. On a routine run, he had failed to spot some law enforcers, and both he and his charge were detained. The trafficker had a worthy alibi and got off with only a slap on the wrist, while Galvus was arrested for several crimes, most of which involved firearms or drugs.
 Almost directly after the hearing, in which he was found guilty on all charges, the Committee intervened and offered him a chance to work with the Marauders. The people were legendary, and exploring was better than rotting in a cell. The obvious answer was yes.

Personality:
 A chronic narcissist, most of which he's probably earned. At this point, since he was considered the ideal soldier and knows how to fight just about everything, he considers himself invincible, and has a habit of making such facts known. He's no leader and acknowledges this, happy to let someone else call the shots… as long as they make sense, that is.

Weapons:
 -Incendiary Assault Rifle
 -Revolver
 -Punch dagger

Family/Relationships: N/A

Other: He once shot someone in the forearm over a dollar in a pool hall.
Zaetherian culture and appearance is HEAVILY inspired by the Turians from Mass Effect.

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After he left the small shop/gambling ring, Tahillie slowly made his way back to the ship without the things that he needed. He knew that the messenger will deliver his new visor, but it will be some time before he has anything on the virus and firewall security system that he found on the Naked Moles ships mainframe. He had to wonder who gave them such items, when they themselves cannot handle high quality tech like the firewall. He needed to know, but that would have to wait till he's in the Spires Network to see what's going on in the black market.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Tahillie entered the Elevators, heading further down to where illicit fight rings, trades of drugs and other substances, and a smaller portion of the black marker. He noticed that this wasn't where he wanted to be, but rather farther away from the ship. It was the last place he wanted to be, at lease the beings here wouldn't want to deal with an angry or frustrated Furtim on their hands; a growl escaped. Tahillie wanted to get back to the ship as soon as possible. He watched as a group of bodyguards and a young adult entered the Elevator. A thought came to him. Either the kid is a mod bosses kid or the kid already runs a mob themselves.

Twenty minutes passed as they headed up the elevator, the silence thicken as Tahillies bright yellow eyes stared hard at one of the kids guards. He wasn't used to others staring at him without his visor, and this guard only irked him further before his stop came as he left the group of seven, including the kid, as he headed for the Monroe. This day was slightly longer than he liked, and that there were new crew members, not that he cared for, and boarded the ship without saying anything to the crew before he holed himself in his mess of a room. From there, he can enter Cyberspace and the Spires Network and dig a littler further down and enter the Black Market that way.

[Assistant] Rae hicupped, peeking out slowly from under the covers she had bundled herself under as if to make a cacoon. She still hurt but the tears had finally come to stop and now she was just trying to get her breathing under control but was failing miserably in that endeavor. She debated just ignoring the noise outside the quarters for the crew but the singing from the corridor made her wonder what in glazed...blades...whatever name was going on. It was just so loud and an unusual one at that which had her pulling herself away from the comfort of her bed. She carefully moved towards the door in a manner that ended up looking like a child creeping towards something they were scared of but trying to be brave. Once she made it to the door, she put the panel back into the wall, taking a breath before pushing the button for the door to open. She tilted out a bit, actually looking nervous for once as she spoke in the softest of voices since it was a bit scratchy from the heavy crying she had done."What is all the co-commotion out here?" Rae asked with a slight jerk in her breath.

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When the automatic door flew open Reena flinched and faced the newcomer, hunched over and with her hands outstretched like she a wrestler getting ready to face his next challenger. The tipsy Sorlas was pleased to see that it was Rae who came out of the other room to ascertain just what was going on out here. Reena, of course, was incredibly happy to see her!

"Raaaaaae!" Reena exclaimed with her arms outstretched. "Vanquisher of moles, healer of plants, and second in command of the biggest bunch of idiots in the whole Quadrant, the MAUVE RAIDERS!"

Without warning, Reena darted forward and wrapped her arms around the co-captain in a tight hug. "Thank Malunista we have you around, doc," Reena continued before pulling apart, only to notice with alarm that Rae had been crying. It would have been awkward in any other time and place, but like before the fun and happily buzzed Sorlas ignored most of the nuances of social interaction.

"Is...is something wrong?" Reena asked as sincerely as she could muster.

[Assistant]
Galvus, having restored his weapon to a factory-new state after a long couple of hours, made his way to the upper decks of the ship, and noticed a certain Sorlas standing by someone's door... damn, names were a weak spot for him if anything was. He approached as the door slid open with an audible shooming sound, and he noticed something off about her behavior. Her movements seemed... loose, out of the ordinary for the typical Sorlas. Fighting a quick internal debate, he made the decision to follow the suited aquatic life form.

 Needless to say, his suspicions were confirmed by a slurred exclamation. They say drunken Sorlas are rare, but he knew better. He once saw one of them win a drinking competition in a bar on some colony in the ass-end of nowhere and walk away, the advanced suit on his body failing to accurately compensate for the erratic, drunken stumbles.

 "I wasn't told there was alcohol here." He pulled a mandible back in a smirk as he said this.