[System]
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Age:
17

Faction:
Mostly the Forgotten, but he has been known to go alone on occasion.

Personality:
Erren is rather brash, often saying things that are offensive on a whim without thinking. He has been known to be rather uncaring with his actions and often doesn't care about neither the repercussions or the people involved. He has also been known to be very violent, to the point of almost killing people, but tends to hide it from his friends. Despite this, he is actually extremely intelligent in both chemistry and computer science, whilst also being a rather impressive fiction writer. And, to put it simply, he has a mild case of chuunibyou.

Backstory:
To be revealed, except maybe one part. Try and guess ^_^

Other:
He keeps a set of very sharp knives, two katanas and a shotgun in his secret area. He also has a set of 52 cards that he made himself, all with summoning circles printed on them.

He has also adopted the moniker of Nine from somewhere, but he has also called himself the "Ninth Ruler of the Continuum Throne". Whatever that means...

[User]
]@Mivuli@LovelyAnastasia

Shiba watched seeing that Erren showed up to talk to the new person on the ground along with Kim. Shiba was getting an itchy trigger finger which was only worsened when he saw through the scope that she was giving the signal to stay calm and wait 3 minutes. Shiba then reset the timer in his watch to go for the next 3 minutes. He had a scope in the pawn shop itself so he could see what was happening and was able to know that the trader from before hasn't tried anything so now Shiba was just going to have to watch and wait a little longer. Damn it Shiba was on edge he started to get the feeling of pins and needles on his hands needing to do something. He gets this way when their members die and he feels like he cant do anything! its so frustrating! Shiba put down his sniper rifle and then took a few more swigs of his scotch to calm down his trigger finger. Shiba needed to stay calm and trust in his friends to keep the trade going. Shiba knew that this is what they did so he couldn't interfere until necessary, didn't mean he couldn't feel nervous around the amount of people in the shop though....

[Assistant]
Charon stared intently at the monitor, grabbing his glasses and cleaning them. When the girl mentioned parting away with the samples, his whole body tensed significantly. His nostrils flared up.

"They're part of my research, those. I would rather defend those with my life." He unintentionally get out, his anger getting the best of him. He quickly realized his mistake though, as he composed his face in a thin illusion of civility. The second comment she made didn't help. Reminded him of his failures. I´m gonna go the full mile and strangle you, you little shit. Even if it means breaking... hold on. Charon's gears clicked in his mind, as his murderous thoughts brought him awareness of a little detail, the wording of the oath. He lowered his head. She wasn't aware of that, was she?

Like a methodical adult, he swallowed hard. Losing the samples would be quite a blow, but you couldn't win all of your battles. You needed to look at the bigger scheme. Lose a battle, win a war. He inhaled.

"Alright. Both of those I accept. I swear on my sister's tomb and all the tombs of my patients I will not to try undermine your authority as the Oracle."

I'll undermine you for sure. Or outright kill you. This oath has a second reading.

[User]
Watching carefully as the man unloaded his bags, Marion took inventory in her head of things they would need and things they wouldn't need. "Yes. no. yes. yes. yes. no." she thought to herself as he filled the counter with his items. Mari had been zoning out while the boy spoke, most customers if they weren't apart of the forgotten just rambled about how well their group was doing, or hadn't seen another person for weeks upon weeks so they used Marion as a crutch for a good conversation. However, when the boy said "Seems they had been killing all sorts of people, though." she felt a twinge of grief for the mass of lives they lost recently. "They are savages and not deserving of life, let alone freedom." Mari replied, giving the boy a stern look. He fiddled around with his bags some more, making mistakes that she took not much notice in, nor care. Turning her straight face into a small smile.

In the distance of the store front Drake and Abel made their way to the shop. "Here comes Drake, he will be able to help you better than I can. Even though, between you and I, I'm the best salesperson there is around these parts. Could have sold you your shoes that you're wearing if I tried." she teased as the man from before suddenly busted through the doors.

"How can I join The Forgotten?"

Marion stared with her mouth agape. It wasn't often that people asked to join their group, it just sort of happened over time. People that didn't belong anywhere else came, did favors, just stayed around. Some seasonal, some forever. "I-I uh." Mari started, a bit overwhelmed with how many things were going on at the time.

As if someone was punishing her, Kim came around the corner to join in on the party. Marion didn't know much about Kim, but what she did know scared the shit out of her. She heard the girl killed her entire family even before the virus happened. She heard that Kim once killed a 300lb man with just a ballpoint pen. She heard Kim would kick anyone's ass if you even looked at her funny. All of these were rumors of course, but all rumors have a bit of truth to em'.

Now more members had came around, surrounding the shop. Speaking with yet another new face. "What is it about new people today?" she thought to herself, wishing someone would give her a hand. Kim moved to the side letting yet ANOTHER person into the shop. "Is it getting hot in here, or just me?" Marion whispered to herself, with a nervous chuckle as she arranged the items they needed to the side and the others to the side. "Okay shorty, this is what I'll take. What are you looking to trade? We'll go from there." Looking towards the wandering priest, "You will have to talk to someone with some more power, I suggest you wait outside. I don't have any business here for you." and now to the one eyed girl she spoke, pointing a finger towards her, "I hope you see something you like here to trade with me, or we have no business for you either." Marion said with a smug look upon her face.

She thought she handled that relatively well.

[Assistant]
Alphonsé Akiyama
The Forgotten HQ

@Mivuli @LovelyAnastasia @Vocab

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The tension was high on the shop and Rōnin did not like it one bit. People began flooding the shop and with more people, more potential hostiles. He gripped his gūnto tighter now, one hand on his revolver ready to gun everyone down. Years of loneliness didn't make him the most trusting of people and he's actually the direct opposite. Staring intently at the nervous girl with hollow eyes, he waited for his answer. Though the man looked incredibly calm in the outside, he was straining for control. Inner, with every whiff of dead body, gained strength to try and take him over.

'This would all be very simple if you let me out and slaughter all these people.' Alphonsé rolled his eyes before stomping on the little insect and kicking him into a cage. He felt calmer now but if this tension wasn't cut soon, parts of him would be tempted to let Inner do his thing. "You will have to talk to someone with some more power, I suggest you wait outside. I don't have any business here for you." He almost flipped table, slightly angered at the inefficiency of the Forgotten.

Rōnin placed his hands on the table, eyes staring intently at the girl, and rumbled in a deep voice "Well. I shall wait outside but I will not wait there for long." He smiled and turned to walk towards the door. He knew how intimidating his smile, the inner horrors that it hid and how it creeped the majority of people out. It was the smile of a crazy man living a crazy life. It was enough to make most people shudder or cry. He walked towards the entrance before pausing to look at the situation in front of him.

'It's even more fucking tense out here than it is there!' He watched as the man, presumably a part of the Forgotten, drew a gun and aimed it at the girl. Alphonsé wasn't called the "Wandering Priest" for no reason and was deeply religious and had a chivalry second to none. No matter how long he stayed in those damn gangs, no one can change his upbringing. He opened the door and stepped in between the gun and the girl.

"Boy." He said in a deep Japanese accent, looking down at the younger man with disappointed eyes. "You know what they do in the Yakuza when you don't treat a woman with respect?" He raised his left hand, showing him the famous four fingered hand. "You put that gun away and let the girl into the shop. I don't mean no harm but if you don't let this Lady in, I will find service elsewhere." He indicated to the door to let the redhead in.

[User]
The Cyclops
Not Just A Job, But Survival
@SgtEasy@Vocab

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Cy was hesitant to move for a moment, but she supposed that the Willow Pixie was her best bet at survival next to Sharp Shot and Greenie. Boys... Honestly. Giving one last look up to the roof, she followed the expressionless pixie girl. Sure, the red head knew she wasn't the most trustworthy looking person around, but who was these days? It was people who looked too trustworthy that Cy never wanted to mess with. That was just asking for trouble. At least she was honest about having no real side but her own. Good thing the girl decided to risk Cy though. The lash marks on her back were starting to make her worry.

Slinker ended up coming outside and stepping in front of the gun pointed at her. Curious. Most people didn't like getting shot for other. How odd. She wasn't often surprised. But this rouge was surprising to her. Tilting her head back, she peered at him curiously, then gave him a nod of gratitude as she passed. Curiouser and curiouser... She'd have to to study him a bit later. Yea know, when she was bleeding through her shirt.

Trouble? Her? She had meant it when she had said that she would be less of a threat than the other strangers in the shop. Cy was starting to feel a bit light headed, but she refused to show weakness. Not with Greenie eyeing her like she eyed a nice rabbit in the brush. Hand signals were exchanged, and Cy followed the other girl into the building. It was a lot smaller than it looked, all cramped and claustrophobic. The kind of place she hated. But she was coming towards the end of her rope. It was still a good trek to the Earthkin territory, and the Forgotten were a better risk that the O.S., Scorps, or any other small gang who could be easy targets.

Rubbing a gloved hand over her brow, she removed some dust and cold sweat. Dammit, she was was getting weak now? Now when she had to watch her back? Great. A sun-kissed, badger-attitude girl was working the shop. Cy shifted her green eye to the ex-Cyote cautiously. She hadn't worked with either of this guy or the Slinker, but rumors were enough. Possible connections with either would be nice, but she was working a game plan right now. Speaking of which...

Badger Girl had turned her sharp tone right on Cy. Putting her map on the untouched side of the table, she slowly took off the shot gun and ammo straps, keeping them on her arm, just in case anyone decided to try and grab a bit of extra around here. Then, slowly, carefully, she shrugged off her jacket with a small hiss. Turn her back to the sharp-tongued girl, she jabbed a thumb at a her back. The shirt she wore stuck to her back with dark dingy red stick stains, slowly seeping out with more and more blood.
"Got anythin' fer this?" she grunted through her teeth, head held high, "It's sorta ruin' my shirt. Salve or bandages or anythin' would be nice."
Smug little badger girl... She just wanted to trade as quickly as possible. Maybe find some run down forgotten place where she could apply medicine and sleep for a bit. A nice easy night. For once. Geez, she hated feeling pathetic. Let's just get this over with.

[Assistant]
a new challenger approaches Erren thought, as the wondering priest stepped in between him and the Scotish one. When people stood in front of a shot normally, the bullet would just pass them through and then move onto the next. However, bullets were a lot less fun than playing with people and their ideals. Especially someone who both seemed religious, as well as gang material, or at least that's what he claimed.
"Well that's unlucky for you, because we aren't a Yakuza. Nor do we play by their rules." he said, flipping the revolver into his hand so he was holding the barrel, "You seem like a... Mostly, reasonable person. But don't cross me when I'm having fun, or it'll be your name on my bullet, not hers." he finished, motioning to the redhead who had now made her way into the shop. He had a right mind to shoot him where he stood just to get the thing over with, but for some reason that almost didn't feel right. It wasn't that morals stood in his way, but that there was a lot more this priest could do for the Forgotten alive than being worm food, and one such thing was not bloody prayers.
"I heard our shopkeeper wanted you to speak to a Drake. Now, I would love to help you in your predicament of joining the wounded field, but I have much better things to be doing that don't involve helping lost thugs make their own goddy way in life. Talk to Hans if he can be arsed, but don't expect much. They're either grieving or don't trust you as far as they could through you, which," he paused, quickly looking over the priests body and shape, "Would be about a couple centimetres, give or take whatever you land on." he said, throwing the pistol lightly into the air and then catching it by the handle. Then he stuffed it into has pocket and stepped around the priest, heading into the shop to see what kind of crap was going on inside.


[System]
Appearance: "I don't have time for you, I'm drawing."
Age: 10
Race: Wildtype
Citizenship: Horizon
Personality: Chie has a personality that greatly contrasts her small, childish body. She has a tendency to be deeply sarcastic towards others if she decides they deserve to be treated with sarcasm, and she often quietly teases others. She enjoys greatly drawing, and has a deep interest in various kinds of media, including the current equivalent of interactive entertainment(whatever the video games of the future are) and various visual mediums, which she pursues whenever she is able to. Chie often draws or writes about these things, though her writing is significantly more childish then her art. In spite of her thick layer of sarcasm, she does still have the personality of a child and is surprisingly easily frightened and quite fond of sweets. She retains an absolute fascination with Cogs, in fact it could be called an outright adoration for the massive machines.
History: Chie's family has been present in Horizon for a long time at this point, her family being composed of two nationalities originally from Earth. Prior to learning about Cogs, she was fascinated with extremely old(and new) media featuring gigantic fighting robots, both realistic and less so, as well as various advents in technology. Her father, a scientist working on the Cogs, made a rather large breach in protocol and brought her along with him, where she learned about the Cogs and swiftly became obsessed. While he was reprimanded for this, he was able to push for Chie to become one of the pilots, specifically for a heavy, long-ranged Cog.
Theme Song: WIP

Cog: Chie calls it "Boom".
Physical Description: "Weapons systems online..."
Tactical role: Heavy Weapons
Evaluation:

* Cog Score: 10
* Pilot Skill: 7(Chie is a prodigy who has done far, far too much research into the subject for her age)
* Mental Fortitude: 4
* Obedience: 5

Weapon/Equipment/Special Systems List: I'll need to work on this.

* "Boom" has a basic folding knife stored in one chest panel. The mecha itself is generally unsuited to close-range combat, but it will do in a pinch.
* "Boom" sports a series of cluster missile launchers, contained all along its upper chest section. These missiles can deal a fairly heavy payload, but shields or thick armor can mitigate the damage.
* "Boom" has two long-range missile launchers attached to its shoulders, capable of firing highly damaging explosives, more dangerous then the cluster missiles in its chest.
* Finally, "Boom" can be equipped with a point-laser rifle or a rocket rifle.
* Basic thrusters.
* Heavy armor, to make up for fairly light shielding.

Wishlist: This too.

* Improved thrusters for rapid movement?
* Incorporating heavy laser systems into the built-in weaponry.
* Shielding improvements.

[User] Pharazon arrived at the gate 15 minutes before departure time and saw Corina. "Lieutenant Chun; Lieutenant Commander Pharazon CXS, pronounced 'Chess'," Pharazon introduced themself. Pharazon was promoted to lieutenant commander when they were appointed to lead the cog team, while all other cog pilots would start at the rank of ensign except those who had official Horizon military history. In Corina's case, since she served in the Planetary Defense Force instead of the Fleet, she was made lieutenant regardless of her prior PDF rank. Although Pharazon felt awkward around humans, Corina had received professional military training, and that was something Pharazon could trust in. Pharazon also failed to notice Arienne.

[Assistant] Corina stood at attention and gave a short salute. She subtly straightened her posture; first impressions were key. "Lieutenant Commander. I assume that your knowledge of who I am means you're going to be the CO for this assignment, then?" Corina asked, hoping that she'd finally be able to get the answers she'd been waiting so long for. Like what exactly they'd be doing and what their purpose was. "Also, you know we're being watched? Hooded figure just outside the gate," Corina dropped her voice slightly, nodding towards Arienne's general direction. "I've been military long enough to know when someone's looking suspicious, and they fit the bill."

[User] "At ease," Pharazon replied appreciating Corina's formality, "And yes, I'll be leading the team of pilots." Pharazon looked to where Corina indicated. "Oh, that looks like one of the ensigns in our team," Pharazon said, giving no indication that they found Arienne's behavior or appearance unusual in any way. Many Quantums adopted unusual eccentricities, Pharazon was eccentric in their own right, one of which was having a poor grasp of what constituted 'normal' behavior. In an economic gesture, Pharazon waved Arienne to join them.

[Assistant]
Arienne walks over and gives another informal salute in a loose and relaxed posture.

Looking at both Pharazon and Corina in turn, she says "Arienne RHD, pronounced 'Rahad', reporting for duty."
Then turning to Corina, "Glad to see a lance mate who is cautious and vigilant"

[User]
"Come on, Chie, you've got to meet the others," said her father, with a good-natured smile.

The tiny blonde girl huffed and folded her arms across her slight chest. Of course, she couldn't be allowed to go on her own. Of course. Her father had to escort her. It's not like that was embarrassing or anything... sure, she was ten years old, but she was going to pilot a mecha! A real mecha! Surely that meant she didn't need to go around with one of her parents guiding her, right? Her father sighed, and gently took her by the shoulder to guide her in. Chie could only resist so much, and she grumbled under her breath as she finally came in and started walking.

Chie entered the room first, her father nearly pushing her in by this point. "Hmph... are all these idiots the ones in the project, too? Do I have to talk to them?"

Her father let out another sigh. Chie had been in a sour mood ever since it turned out her father would be escorting her all the way there. She had complained and been threatened with the removal of her new simulator, and finally told that this kind of attitude would possibly make the people in charge reconsider her position as a pilot. That had definitely been enough to make her agree to be escorted by a parent, as annoyed about it as she was.

"You can't talk to them like that," her father admonished, straightening behind her. Chie didn't respond, instead simply turning to look away. If her father wanted to escort her so badly, he could introduce her, too.

"... Fine," he said. "My name is Doctor Richard Alberton, and this is my daughter, Chie. She'll be a part of this team as well."

Chie spoke up, at this point. "The best part."

Her father sighed, feeling like he had been doing so many times this day. "They're qualified for this, just because you're skilled for your age doesn't mean you're better than anyone else."

"Hmph."

[Assistant] "Glad to have you here, Ensign RHD," Pharazon replied, then turned to Chie and her father, "and you as well, Ensign Alberton, Dr. Alberton." Then, to give Chie a sense of who she'll be answering to, Pharazon added, "I'm Lieutenant Commander Pharazon CXS, pronounced, 'Chess', I'll be your commanding officer." Pharazon had said this while placing their hands on their knees and bending forward to speak to Chie in an almost patronizing fashion. Pharazon wasn't really happy with what they considered Dr. Alberton's 'mistake', which Chie's enlistment was a direct result of. Pharazon hoped that this mistake wouldn't end up giving the entire team trouble, though first impressions certainly led Pharazon to believe that it would. What Pharazon was really trying to hide under their disgruntlement of the current situation was their fear of human children: human adults at least had to attempt to maintain a facade of being reasonable and professional, whereas children had no such restriction, making them unpredictable, uncontrollable, and chaotic.

[User]
Corina had just begun to relax when Chie and Dr. Alberton showed up. The LC and Arienne seemed decent enough, but a child? Children would not be so easy to work with in any scenario, nonetheless in a military setting. It took everything she had to stifle a deep, exasperated breath. Hopefully this assignment wouldn't turn into a long babysitting job.

On that note, I wonder if I can get some more background info on these people, Corina thought, as she eyed this ragtag team of individuals. Based on first impressions, Corina began a mental assessment of the team members thus far. She knew that they'd all be piloting cogs together, so their physical attributes really wouldn't be a problem. Corina marked that off her list.

First off was the LC. If nothing else, Lieutenant Commander Pharazon CXS knew how to keep up the formalities. There had been no slip in their personality thus far, but at the same time, Pharazon was a Quantum. Who really knew what was going on in their heads? In any case, the LC seemed capable enough to lead a team as of this point. Of course it was impossible to come to a definitive conclusion without the stress of battle in front of them, but first impressions were good.

On to the second Quantum, Arienne RHD. The small Quantum had done her best to stay discreet, and in all fairness, she did a damn good job. To Corina, that simultaneously spoke volumes and posed many questions regarding Arienne's line of thinking. Clearly Arienne was one for the shadows, but for what reason? Corina was sure she'd find out soon.

And then there was Chie. Where did Corina even begin? Chie seemed like she could cause all sorts of problems unless somebody kept her in line. And no disrespect to the good Dr. Alberton, but he did not seem very capable of keeping the girl in check. At least, not to match Corina's standards of military discipline. At this point, however, Corina cut her analysis of the girl short. Just thinking about the mess Chie could cause gave Corina a headache. This was a problem for another time.

However, there was one question she wanted to ask, but she wasn't sure whether or not it was the time or place to ask it. She pursed her lip momentarily as she considered the options, and finally opened her mouth to speak. "With all due respect, what exactly are we doing here? Having just been reassigned from the PDF, it would be comforting to know that our mission here is, in fact, more important than my previous one."

[Assistant]
"I'll have to answer that in the privacy of the shuttle," Pharazon replied to Corina's question. Taking a look around, Pharazon continued, "It looks like everyone's here, and it's time to board." The boarding gate opened and Pharazon walked through the corridor to the shuttle, expecting the others would follow. It was a small military shuttle about the size of a short bus, with an aisle down the middle and two columns of seats on either side of the aisle.

Once everyone was situated, Pharazon answered without showing sentiment, "Importance is relative, Lieutenant, and dependent on many factors including priority and immediacy. What you'll be doing here," Pharazon now addressed all pilots, "is, in essence, weapons testing. You may have heard the term 'cog' being used. One could think of a 'cog' as the next generation of strike craft. However, that is a very limited definition. The capabilities of a cog have already been demonstrated to be much more than a strikecraft, more than a team of strikecraft can do. Because cogs are still classified as strikecraft, the project is under Horizon Defense Fleet (HDF) jurisdiction, but in addition to being a space-based fighter, a cog is also quite capable as a surface-based mobile weapons platform, so if the project goes well, we may see cogs deployed in the Horizon Planetary Defense Forces (HPDF) as well in the foreseeable future. The development of these may give us an edge in defending Horizon from the scattered remnants of violence left from the wars and the instabilities that still plague our borders. I hope you can agree that this project has its due importance, Lieutenant."

[User]
Upon hearing Pharazon's answer to Corina, Arienne finally frowned.

At the mention of strike craft, she remembered her original misgivings about joining this project in the first place.
'I'm going to be piloting a fancy plane' she thought to herself. That just didn't feel right.
Her training and skill set are in close quarters and hand to hand combat. Sure she can aim a pistol really well, but she wanted something more... personal, more intimate.
With a sigh, she pushed her doubts away. Might as well give final judgement after she had seen these 'cogs'. She had other things to worry about right now.

In Arienne's eyes, Chie Alberton was an adorable girl. She liked children with attitude and thought the little bit she'd seen of Chie's was endearing. But Arienne had never had to work with such an attitude on a professional level. And even then, why was a child part of a military project? Arienne loathed the thought of a child getting put into dangerous situations, but this was assuaged by 2 things:
* They were gonna be test pilots, so shouldn't see actual combat (this fact also annoyed Arienne). Chie, for the most part, should be safe.
* Chie must have gone through the tests so she must be qualified for the job. She probably had the skills and aptitude needed so that the Horizon government would be even willing to recruit a young child in the first place. On this point, Arienne didn't know whether to be impressed or disturbed.

Having sat down in the row in front of Chie, she turned around with a small but sincere smile on her face, piercingly searching blue eyes, and asked Chie in a quiet voice,

"Ms. Chie Alberton, if you'd be so kind as to answer this question. I wanted to know, are you here by your own choice or are you in any way being forced into this?"

[Assistant]
Chie narrowed her eyes at her 'commanding officer'. Folding her arms across her chest, she let out a huff and turned away, shutting her eyes as she did. Bending down like that... she was a pilot, so didn't she deserve to be treated just like all the others? She didn't need someone acting all... all... patronizing like that! She was irritable the whole way onto the shuttle. She sat with her arms still folded across her chest, looking firmly to the side and away from all her fellow team members... at least until one of them spoke to her. And she was talking to her normally! Hah!

... Even if the question was kind of weird. Still, given the chance to talk about how she was here, the blonde little girl couldn't help but give a cheerful and incredibly smug smile in response to the question that had been asked of her.

"Of course I'm here of my own choice!" she said, unfolding her arms to place her palms on either side of her hips where she sat, kicking her feet slightly. "Do you think I'd have to be forced to do something like this?"

Her smile shifted, becoming a rather sarcastic expression as she cast a sideways glance at the other team members. "Maybe they're dumb enough to think that..."


[System]
Age: 23

Class: Dark Mage

Weapons: Flux Tome and Dying Blaze Tome

Personality: A rather jovial and relaxed man, who posits that killing should be only done to prevent more killing from happening. Gets excited the point of being an annoyance when he is talking about something that strikes his interest, and is rather panicky and unhelpful under pressure. He's worryingly familiar with the dead and dying, and enjoys studying both magic and the inner workings of the human body. He knows that he can make people uncomfortable with his habits, and thus usually keeps his studies well away from everyone else in the army, lest they feel unnerved. Despite this, legitimately enjoys having others around, and the sight of a crowded campfire, in addition to being rather touchy-feeling when it comes to meeting new people. He's a lightweight when it comes to drinking, and absolutely sucks when it comes to bluffing in games of chance. Doesn't like hot climates.

Fighting Style: Slow and carefully measured blows with powerful magic, can't get into a melee brawl to save his life

History: Born as the second child of a reclusive family in the depths of the snowy wilderness in Augur, Nickolas was brought into the field of magic by his aging grandmother, a shaman of some renown who had retreated into the wilderness to study the machinations of the great 'elder' magics with his grandfather nearly sixty years prior. He proved to have an immediate talent with the otherworldly force, but never quite got over his habit of making sure his actions and incantations were aggravatingly exact. Despite this, his power grew immensely under his witch-like grandparent, who suggested that he study the world around him and the relationship thereof, before she ordered the boy's worrying father to take him into one of the towns to further help his understanding of people. From there, he was apprenticed to a variety of local mages and even a priest, before he was finally let free to roam the world at the ripe age of seventeen. Since then, he'd been roaming his homeland with a quiet sort of interest, making a small name for himself as a scholar and a mage as the war on the continent below raged. He proved to be unhappy with the state of the world, but had no way to vent his frustrations until he stumbled upon rumors of a definitive solution to the war, and made his way down south to join up with the Reclaimers.

Rationale: He joined the Reclaimers to serve what he felt was the best course of action and bring a sort of balance to the world.

Appearance: A pasty young man, with short-cropped dark hair and pale eyes. Averagely built and average height, his hooded eyes are constantly darting around with energy that doesn't match his dark looks. Wears dark clothes in greys and purples, with the odd white splash of fur or metallic highlight of gold. He keeps himself and his furs clean. Shows his discomfort easily by shifting(Either from foot to foot, or in his chair) or biting his fingernails.

Name: Kuur Salcair

Age: 20

Class: Archer

Weapons: Iron Bow

Personality: A quiet woman who, while at rest, one could mistake for being solemn or simply emotionless. However, she gets flustered easily, and runs away from her problems. She's quite shy when it comes to the group as a whole, and doesn't like being forced to interact. However, she's quite confident when it comes to her bowmanship, and can get fiercely competitive in practice and in battle. Hates to lose, no matter then game or challenge. Easily fooled and easily baited.

Fighting Style: Prides herself on the doctrine of 'one arrow, one man', and strives constantly to prove it in battle. When charged, she never sticks around in melee, instead relying on her long legs to simply outrun the more armored of her foes.

History: Born the third daughter of a successful Panoplian merchant, Kuur spent her younger years sheltered from the worst of the world due to the rich supply route her father ran. Once she was deemed old enough to begin helping out, she was shuffled around the various jobs of the caravan due to her competitive nature when it soon became apparent that she began to sulk when she lost out on whatever she precived as the 'winning' objective of whatever task she was assigned, causing her father no end of grief when he discovered yet another one of his offspring was unsuited to be heir to his vast fortune. To that end, she finally fell into the laps of the caravan guard to deal with, who soon whipped her into channeling her urge to win into archery and hunting, which she took to like a shark to water. As the war broke out, she separated from her father's caravan(Now under the hand of her younger sister) and, when the Reclaimers crossed her path, decided to see the world.

Rationale: In the style of Panoply citizens as a whole, Kuur wants to strike out on her own, but the war raging around her makes it difficult for her to travel unacosted. She found the Reclaimers as a safe buffer from the world, and one that would eventually end the problem altogether.

Appearance: A strong, rather voluptuous young woman with tanned skin and feathery white-blonde hair in a rough cut around her head. She has striking green eyes, and usually maintains a seemingly stoic expression. Despite her complexion, turns red easy. At six foot and one inch, she's taller than quite a few of the men, and somewhat embarrassed by this fact. Usually wears tan and brown shades in her light clothes, with the leather and metal of her armor sparse at best.

[User]
Syrena Sinclair - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard

Syrena was starting to think this was a bad idea. When her father had first come to her and told her that Basileus Truculenter had agreed to let her apprentice the kingdom's arch mage she had been excited. Maybe, finally someone would be able to teach her how to subdue the flames. Brother Malachi was a nice man and his meditations techniques had been a great help to her but he had little experience in magic and what was happening to Syrena went far beyond his knowledge.

Syrena had thought coming to the capitol was her best choice. She thought she could do some good in the kingdom rather than just let the flames rage. Now however standing among the Reclaimers of Peace Syrena was feeling both out of place and extremely nervous. What would she do if one of them wanted to talk to her? At the thought Syrena clutched her tome, Arma Infernum closer to her chest.

The blue bound book was meant to contain her powers and let her channel them safely when she needed to in battle. It wasn't perfect though. In certain instances her magic had built to the point that the pages could no longer contain it and huge bursts of flame had exploded out of it and her alike. The tome was a help and a great comfort but as for controlling her powers it was little more than a bandage. The real problems festered underneath.

Syrena pulled the hood of her robe up further, casting her face into shadow. She was shorter than most everyone present which meant looking at her most people only saw the top of her hood and if she was looking at them, her eyes peaking out.

The robe itself was green with two yellow lines running over it. They were standard issue at the capitol. Apparently this identified her as a user of Anima Magic. Red would have been more suitable. She thought slightly bitterly. That's the color everyone's skin turned when exposed to her power.

Syrena was so deep in thought that she didn't register the approached of a man until he'd knelt down so he face was level with hers. Syrena gave a slight squeak of surprise and took too steps back, the symbols on her tome started to glow ever so slightly brighter. Once her shock subsided somewhat she peered at him through her hood pulled low. He was older, but then that wasn't saying much as every one of the Reclaimers was older then Syrena. His hair was short and black, his skin pale and he wore garish clothing. Striking purples and yellows and fur that clashed violently with one another.

Syrena could feel her magic bubbling distractedly below the surface though it seemed dormant enough now. Hesitantly she looked into the strangers eyes. "D-did you n-n-need someth-th-thing?" she asked, not holding his gaze for more than a second or two. What if he said something she didn't like? What if the inferno beneath her skin got excited? What if... what if she hurt him... or any of them.

The Reclaimers had apparently been assigned a disproportionate number of mages to knights but not many of them looked suited to help Syrena with her problem. The anima users mostly looked young and inexperienced and the other ones, like this man that knelt before her reeked of a different kind of magic. What if no one could help her? What if no one could save her?

Marcus Ambrosias - Basilmeron Castle Courtyard
Marcus was enjoying himself. Which admittedly he thought he didn't really deserve but at least for a few moments it wouldn't hurt anyone for him to be social and gallant. As the thief queen made her speech Marcus smiled slightly. Now that woman had gall, Marcus liked her almost immediately.

The air in the courtyard was remarkably different from that of the monastery. With the Brotherhood there had always been an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. No that wasn't quite the right word. Calm and quite fit the bill more closely. Everything in the monastery including the monks had been subdued and calm, collected and calculated. It always felt planned and therefore contrived. Marcus much preferred this, there was uncertainty and excitement and adventure in the air.

Marcus decided that sitting quietly in the corner would do him no good so instead he walked up to the thief queen who had a small group of people forming around her. He clapped her on the back, probably a little harder than was necessary. "Well met indeed mi'lady." he said inclining his head to her. "I am Brother Ambrose but most people call me Marcus. I'm the healer and the spiritual guide for the Reclaimer's mission. I suppose I can assume that your talents lie in the use of a blade and opening doors?" he said genially with a smile on his face.

Nothing about his appearance or his manor suggested anything but a content and friendly monk, glad to be out in the world. It was not strictly true but Marcus saw no reason why he shouldn't be social while he atoned for his crimes.

[Assistant]
Franky Lonnas – Basilmeron Castle (just outside the Courtyard...)

As Franky tried to casually stroll towards the meeting ground of the band of men united by the sake of the war, he was struck by the sensation of nostalgia, reflecting on when he first stowed away on a Pirate ship to leave the shores of Bravura as a youth. He wasn't exactly sneaking around, but was trying to avoid making eye contact with any of the guards or staff moving through the Castle grounds. After all, he was man under oath, and should be still at his station on his ship to make the next trip requested by the council of the very castle he was now walking through. He figure his desertion, along with his prior crime of accidentally attacking the convoy of a Bravuran ambassador would be quite the efficient means of getting himself hanged, but he couldn't wait till this war was finished. It could fester longer than his lifetime.

Franky was greeted with a surprise when he turned the corner, walking under an archway shaped out of high-grown bushel. Franky had an axe in hand, resting it by the side of its head upon his shoulder. What he saw was conversations, mainly three groups which people seems to float in and out of. It was not the sight he was expecting. It looked and sounded very diplomatic. Franky was aware that the Basileus requested people with military experience and attributes. He expected that this would be the forming of a suicide squadron. Why ask for men of action if action was not the requirement? Franky was ready to believe he was late to the wrong meeting, if not for a woman belligerently sharpening her sword amongst the chatter. Missing the initial speech by the leader of the group, Franky decided that this woman would be the best person to get clarity from.

"Ahoy lass," he called as he walked towards Meredith. He dropped his axe head down against the ground. "I trying to find out if I am in the right company, seeing as you're the only other person who is expecting to use a weapon soon," Franky remarked facetiously. Even his tone was quite sarcastic for the average pirate. His faces was a hollow smile, the kind one passes to another at awkward socials like this one. His eyes glanced through the crowd as he spoke, still trying to figure out for himself if he got the group right.


[System]
Long Term Character
Appearance:

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

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

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

[User] "Yeah, I'm ready to eat." Ayaka said and walked over to the buffet and grabbed a tray. She honestly couldn't wait to get this day started. So far things have been mainly introductory stuff and she was excited to get started here. After putting food on her tray, Ayaka sat down just as Lady Violetta was giving her announcement. She made a note in her head not to lose track of time and be late. That is to say she knew it wasn't like being stuck in the village when it got dark. She just made it a point not to be late to something again.

[Assistant]
"I only hope that Ember will behave. He was eating when I left. My this look good!" Mystique quickly took a tray then she heard Lady Mystique's announcement.
"We gotta eat quickly! I didn't think that we were that late!"

[User] Before Lady Violetta could walk off, Sir Mairlyn lightly grabbed her shoulder. "Mi'lady, forgive me for my... forwardness. He said calmly. "But look at yourself. A beauty running around with so many task that slowly driver her crazy. My invitation is still open for you darling, besides wouldn't you like to enjoy a drink or two with a friend? Just give it thought."

[Assistant]
"A drink or two? On a school night? I guess it doesn't matter that much to you but I am on call 24/7. I do not have time to have a cup of fortified coffee or drink wine the whole day. I must decline your invitation on the grounds that I must be at my best, day or night. I am responsible for all of these students. Perhaps I will have more help one day and might be able to relax more.
Oh yes... thank you for putting the Necronmicon on the desk. When I have time, I'll take a look at it sometime when I have time. I need to be familiar with all books that come into the Academy."

[User]
" You just don't know Mi'lady." Sir Marilyn said, sipping his spiked coffee. " I am doing the same, being a reaper isn't what its cracked up to be. Your always alone taking peoples lives away. You kill people, even children with a simple touch of a finger. And to add i cannot sleep, i'm up 24/7. I have to be.

Setting his coffee down on a miniature desk, Sir Marilyn turned to face Violetta. " So in search of friendship, I offer some time to talk to another person.  He then gave a slight bow. Sitting back down.

[Assistant] "I have wondered why a reaper was sent here.... yet you sent out the dogs like I asked to find and save Shermie and you have just touched me and as far as I know, I am still alive. I simply don't understand some things......... But I must get up to my room, get my egg and head for the lecture room. Perhaps we can talk more some other time." Lady Violetta spoke calmly and with a puzzled look.

[User]
As Elizabeth had gathered her eggs, she noticed that Skotadi had chosen to sit in the back, beyond the sight of the unobservant. Elizabeth, however, was not so unobservant. It was in Elizabeth's best interest to associate with her peers, as a number of them were independently intriguing on their own merits. From what she had deserved, Skotadi was among those numbers, and Elizabeth did enjoy to meet people that were like that. So she got a little closer.

"Hello," Elizabeth said. "Things have been quite hectic around here, and its only been a couple of days, especially for those of us who were a little belated in their exit of the village. I suppose that in a place such as this, however, events will only unfold hectically. I don't think that the two of us have been properly introduced; I'm Elizabeth Laurent. The Lady Violetta seems to be recalling us already. She seems to be eager to teach, but if it will speed our progress then I suppose it must be good. I'd like it if we could be friends, even though the Lady doesn't seem to want to give us any free time."

[Assistant] "Yeah, after the village incident, I never want to be late for anything else, though I do hope to see them again." Ayaka said as she quickly ate what she put on her tray. "I gave Rikami a toy so he can be preoccupied. Hopefully, he's still playing with it though... " She waited for Mystique to finish before deciding heading back to her room to get Rikami.

[User]
Mystique was soon done and spoke as she wipe her lips.
"Let's go. I want to get Ember and the egg. I wonder now if I should have just taken one course or not."

Lady VIoletta hurried upstairs to get her smallish egg. She was curious about what kind of a dragon was inside it. Once she was in her room, she put her egg sling on and tucked her egg inside. Then she was off to Lecture room B. She could only hope that the students were on time. SHe had Cheepers! for the first three who came through the door plus extras and other assorted candies to hand out for correct answers.

[Assistant] Skotadi had been looking at her timetable on her PLT, trying to memorize every inch of it. She noticed that she had to go to Lecture Room B and was just about to leave for the lecture so that she wouldn't be late but she wasn't going to be rude towards the girl that had just come up to her, she decided that she had enough time for a chat if she made it quick. "Hello, it has been rather hectic hasn't it, I am Skotadi Lark. The more I learn the happier I will be, even if it is on something I didn't even know to be real. I think that it would be quite interesting if we could be friends so we might as well try it, I'm afraid I normally use my free time doing things that most people ring boring. Some things that I do are read and play chess if it is possible, I would love to continue this conversation but it will have to be on the road as I need to be getting to class immediately." Skotadi replied to Elizabeth before walking off to her room to collect her dragon egg before she went off to the lecture, she figured that if the girl really wanted to talk to her she would have to catch up but she definitely wasn't going to be late on her first actual school day or any day for that matter.

[User] Ayaka got up. Where Mystique was second guessing taking both courses, she was starting to second guess taking only one. "Will you be ok taking both?" she asked as she walked toward the staircase.

[Assistant] "I hope so. I won't get a study hall but I will have a pet and a dragon. I'll have to work extra hard probably but it would be worth it. And it is a small egg so I doubt that it will be a large one. Since you are here you might as well take the classes. I am not sure that we can go home anyways because she said something about summer classes, didn't she?" Mystique asked on the up.

[User] "Yeah she did... wonder what sort of summer classes? And do we ever get to go home at least for a little while?" Ayaka was more of asking herself about going home than anything, but it didn't matter that she said that part out loud. "Well see you in a couple minutes" She went to her room, put the leash on Rikami before picking him up to carry him. The leash was just in case she needed him to walk on his own for some reason.

[Assistant]
Elizabeth was glad that she had been received positively, as, if nothing else, it would be possible to meet a new friend in the way of Skotadi. Skotadi was right, that they needed to go and hurry along. The Lady had given them little time for anything, and had certainly had not given away any time for wasting.

"You are quite right," Elizabeth said. "I'll be on my way as well."

Elizabeth went back to her room to collect her things. That is, she went back to her room go and collect her pet and her egg. When Elizabeth went back to her room, her Arcane Hound was sitting there quietly. So far, she liked her Arcane Hound, and had decided that she would call him Hesiod. Such a name, that evoked both majesty and humility, among other desirable traits, would befit him, or so she thought. So far, he had said no words to Elizabeth. Elizabeth assumed that there would be a day that he would, and that he was currently either too young, too bashful, or too unfamiliar with her to be at the stage yet. She also grabbed her white dragon egg, which Elizabeth thought seemed to shine whenever she took a look at it. She held it carefully in her arms, and made sure that it in no way be endangered. Hesiod followed his new master obediently as they left the room.

She was speed-walking, as they say, as she traversed the still unfamiliar surroundings of the academy. She went into the second lecture hall, and took a seat. She kept the white dragon egg in her arms, and kept a close eye on Hesiod. He seemed to be a good pet, but Elizabeth still had to work out what his personality was.

[User] Skotadi saw Elizabeth sit down and decided to go over and continue the conversation that they had started while they were waiting for the lecture to begin. She walked over, carrying her fiery dragon egg which was still strangely hot, to where Elizabeth was sitting and asked politely," Hello again, may I sit next to you?" She wasn't normally one to go up to people she didn't know but she had decided earlier to have a change in this new place.

[Assistant]
Mystique nodded. She was glad not to have to go home because she had no home to go to. She put the leash on Ember and the egg in her sling then wondered how those who got a larger egg was going to manage their egg. She pushed the thought away and put treats in both pockets before going out the door.
"I am ready to go. We had better hurry so we won't be late."

[User]
Elizabeth turned to Skotadi, just as Skotadi had turned to her. She also had a dragon's egg, although of a different color.

"I wouldn't mind at all if you sat by me, Skotadi," Elizabeth said. "I'm still unused to the schedule around this place. I don't think that any of us were given any schedule, but I suppose that we will have to make do with what we have no choice but to comply with. I'm sure that it will work out in the end, if it has always been like this. How are you, by the way?"

[Assistant] Ayaka was about to walk out the door when she remembered she needed treats for Rikami. She grabbed some treats real quick and walked out carrying him to meet up with Mystique again. "I'm ready too. Hope we aren't late." She hurried to the staircase to go the Lecture Room.

[User]
"You should probably rest more, I've things to do but I don't want to go. If you want me to stay I can..."
Life looked at Shermie, peering through her almost.

[Assistant]
"I hope that we aren't late again. Let's hurry! To Lecture Lab B, please!" mystique spoke as she stepped into the Spiral Stairway. She nearly dropped Ember as they went down. She hurried after Ayaka to the lecture room.

Lady Violetta set a Cheeper! on Skotadi and Elizabeth's desk.
"That is for being early to class. I reward my students with goodies. I have one more for the next person who comes through the door."

[User]
"Thank you, Lady Victoria," Elizabeth said.

Elizabeth had personally little interests in the trinkets themselves of which she was given, as they were in actuality small things, which were irrelevant to the larger scheme of things, and Elizabeth was for the most more interested in things which were relevant to the larger picture. What she did see as important, however, in this was that she was closer to achieving the Lady's favor, or had achieved it, if she was sufficiently lucky and the Lady was sufficiently simple or benevolent. Elizabeth, however, from her observations had to assume that the Lady was not sufficiently simple or benevolent, but that she was merely closer to achieving her own favor. Whatever the case, she was thinking too hard on receiving a Cheeper! for arriving early.

[Assistant]
Skotadi was glad that Elizabeth had accepted her attempts at being social," Thank you very much Elizabeth, I would definitely of thought that we would of gotten a schedule straight away but obviously not. This place in itself is rather peculiar and goes against every law of physics but then I guess that's what you should generally expect from magic, to go past the common boundaries. I of course wouldn't know as before now, I don't think that I even relatively believed in such a thing." Skotadi was happy that she had been rewarded for being early although she hadn't done it for the award but instead to make sure that she didn't miss anything of importance.

Skotadi turned to Lady Violetta and said considerately," Thank you very much, Lady Violetta."


[System]
Pandora Quill

Character Quote: What are you looking at, princess?

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Character Summary
Aliases: Dora, Dior, Wicked Bitch of the West
Age: 20
Birthday: October 30
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Fairytale Parent(s) Maleficent
Birth Place: Wichita, Kansas
Gender: Female
Occupation: Con Artist
Languages: English and French

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Appearance

Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Body Type: Slender Curves
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Tawny
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Four Ear Piercings, Tattoo of Black Dragon along inner upper right thigh
Personal Style: Pandora typically wears all black if for no other reason that because she knows she looks great in black. She prefers to wear dresses or skirts, all name brand of course. And she always prefers boots more than any other footwear. She accessorizes like no one's business, jewelry and hats literally can make or break an outfit. Her hair is usually kept long and down. Make-up is simple during the day, but she goes wild at night. She also likes experimenting with hair colors, though she often returns to her natural raven tresses.

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Psychology

Captivating * Vain * Intelligent * Crafty * Undaunted * Vindictive

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Pandora earned her nickname. She is not afraid to tell someone like it is. There are those that Pandora likes (though there are precious few of them) and then there's the rest. She isn't shy about anything and people are naturally drawn to her when she is in a room. She does not shy away from using underhanded methods to get what she desires. If she doesn't make you wish you never crawled out of bed this morning, she isn't doing her job. She does not back down from a challenge and will go to many lengths to prove herself. She knows she is good and that's all that matters to her. The rest is just background music.
Habits:* Pops gum when chewing
* Puts hair up when swimming

Hobbies:* Shopping
* Conning
* Theft
* Dancing

Fears:
* Going Blind
* Clowns
* Depths of the Ocean

Likes:
* Shopping
* Cool Weather
* EDM
* Pumpkin Spice Lattes
* Halloween
* Being Admired

Dislikes:
* Losers
* Hot Weather
* Beind Told What To Do
* Beaches
* Begging
* Authority

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Skills

General Skills:
* Lockpicking
* Deception
* Persuasion
* Driving
* Fashion
* Pickpocketing

Combat Skills:
* Jujutsu
* Stealth

What Do They Carry On Them:
* Clothing - Black Dress, Black Boots, Gold Moon Necklace
* Purse/Wallet - Driver's License, Credit Cards, Lip Gloss, Compact, Pepper Spray, Fake ID, Bubble Gum
* Lockpick
* Sunglasses
* Cell Phone

Possessions In At Home:
* Laptop
* Fashion Magazines
* ID Creator
* Passport
* Stolen Merchandise
* Assortment of Novels
* Collection of Vinyls
* Record Player
* Flat Screen TV

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History

Biography Pandora doesn't remember much of her childhood apart from a swarm of nannies, each more useless than the last. Mother and Father were never around. She was sure they had only adopted her to either maintain a facade that they were generous people or perhaps it was a tax write off. Either way, they threw money at her to keep her happy.

It suited Pandora nicely as she got older. However, there was nothing like the thrill of the hunt. It started small. Nicking a candy bar soon spiraled into wallets, purses, ID Badges for backstage concerts. She got good at it. Scary good. She was fooling adults much older than her before she even entered high school.

She maintained excellent grades if only to fool the masses into believing she was a good girl, but the others knew better. One word from her and many a reputation was tarnished. Pics leaked, blackmail letters sent. Once she left high school, she debated going to college but determined she was too smart for it. Instead, she sought bigger and bigger prizes. She would work her way up to the greatest heist of all. And if she could not get what she wanted, she would see the world burn around her.

Do They Remember Anything?: Pandora often has dreams that she is being led by the hand by someone she does not recognize in a place that seems very much out of reality. She remembers not being afraid, but not wanting to go at the same time. Apart from that, she does not recall anything.

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Theme Song:

Extra Information:
Favorite fairy tale character is Cinderella. Link
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Pandora Quill
"If I wanted friends, I'd get Facebook."

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⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣
⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣
⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣
⟢ ♨Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣

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🎆 Colby Jackson 🎆
"I usually don't like people encroaching on my territory, but game recognizes game. Plus, he's kinda cute."
Pandora recognizes a trickster from a mile away. The two have crossed paths on occasion, but if anything it has remained respectable and cordial. If the two worked together? They'd be unstoppable. If they were pitted against each other? Who knows what would happen?

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🗡 Megan Pendragon 🗡

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Location: the Morgue
Skills: N/A

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 Megan's interest was piqued. Her brother had also received the bizarre letter, warning about their birth parents being in danger? Their adoptive parents were very well off, since they were both doctors, and she wondered if it was some sort of attempt at stealing money from them. Robbery attempts had had crazier premises before. However, the corpse at the orphanage... It couldn't have just been a coincidence. The universe was rarely so lazy. There then remained just one logical line of inquiry - the letters she and Jack had received must have been connected to the body in the morgue. "I'm coming with you to the orphanage," Megan decided, not giving her brother a choice about it. It wasn't too unusual for medical examiners to assist in investigations anyways.

 "Think about it - we both get this bizarro letter, and then a stiff shows up at the children's orphanage? I doubt that's a coincidence." She didn't know what the explanation behind all of this was, but she didn't like it. And as much as she enjoyed talking about going to crusade for the forces of the night, Megan didn't believe in such things. The only monsters in the world were human. She took off her gloves, tossing them into the bin, and she then put her lab coat up on a hook. Grabbing her coat, she then put that on and looked at her almost-twin brother expectantly. "I think we ought to go see what the current administration there know about all of this - maybe other orphans have gotten letters like these - or maybe they can at least ID our John Doe..."

 She pulled out her phone, before quickly taking a picture of the face of the corpse. "Ready when you are."

[Assistant]
Annabelle Lafeyette

Annie nodded, "That's good to hear. Doug sure seems happy to hear it," she remarked, as the dog wagged it's tail and looked eager for infinite pats. Dogs were funny that way, it felt like they could do one thing that felt good until the end of the universe. Meanwhile, us silly humans get bored of something fun just because we've done it a few times. If only we were nearly as smart as dogs, Annie thought, smiling. The boy turned to wave at someone and Annabelle turned to see who it was.

"That a friend of yours?" One of them was clearly an adult though. Either way, she was heading that way. Too bad she never found out the kids name. Probably too late to find out now.

"Okay, well, see you around. Doug wants to keep going on his walk, I think." The schnauzer was turning in a slow circle. Careful not to get wound up, she began walking towards the kid and the woman who Annie didn't know was Pandora. As she approached and was looking to walk past them around the block she gave a little wave.

"Howdy," she called out, giving a friendly smile and a little too pleased with herself about her slightly unconventional greeting. The pair had actually gone to to the same school, and Anie squinted as she got closer, trying to remember where she recognized the woman from. Pandora was one year older than Annabelle, and Annie only knew about Pandora by reputation at best.

[User]
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Jack Gold

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Location: the Morgue
Skills: N/A

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 Jack didn't really say anything much to Megan right off the bat, more of taking inventory of what it was that was in the victim's possession when he died. He made note of the burned shirt, and started going through it to find something that he could potentially use to ID him, or at least make his life somewhat easier. Finding the wallet, he started flipping through it, looking to see what else there was within it. To his surprise, there wasn't any sort of license or ID, or any sort of credit cards, just some bills and coins. "...That's odd, no credit card, no driver's license, either he lived off of the grid or someone tried to cover up who he was so it couldn't be traced back to them..."

 Hearing Megan's words, he was a little surprised that she wanted to jump out of the morgue and head off to go on an investigation. Though he probably shouldn't be too surprised, after all, this investigation led straight back to the orphanage where they'd been at so many years ago. It seemed like forever ago since they were there, he didn't really remember too much about those early days there, but he remembered when he and Megan were adopted. That was around like, 15 years ago or something now. "Look at you trying to play detective. Alright, let's get out of here and head out," he said, heading out the door of the Morgue.

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Rosalia Rider

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Location: the Streets
Skills: Hand to Hand Combat, Pick Pocketing

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 Rosalia essentially ignored the girl who came up to her in the restaurant, her attention was solely on Pandora, who in her mind was a bit of a stuck up prick, just because she had managed to catch up to her. She wasn't going to make the same mistake, and she was going to teach Pandora a thing or two. With someone who walked up to talk to Pandora and the other thief, this was her chance at a bit of redemption. She stepped out of the building, pulling her hood back up, and instantly turned somewhat towards Pandora and them.

 "No one makes a fool out of me," she muttered somewhat, before she instantly went over, whirled around, and managed to grab Pandora's purse once more, snatching it from her. Rosalia instantly started taking off running, swiping somewhat at the other thief who made a grab to try and stop her, but she managed to avoid her. Instead she just kept running, figuring that it was better off for her to just keep running and hope to lose them somewhere else. That was her mistake last time, going too quickly into a nearby hiding spot. She wasn't going to do that again.

[Assistant]
Location: Wichita, Kansas - Streets
Skills: Deception, Pickpocket

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As Pandora left the restaurant, she fiddled with her purse before she felt a tap on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes and turned to face the same girl as before. "Cute. Don't use my rules against me or next time I won't be so nice about it. Don't you have like....a mother or someone to be watching over you? Or shouldn't you be in school? What time is it anyway?" As Pandora finished her fiddling, she felt the pull, yet again, as her purse was taken by the goggle girl. Pandora would have been annoyed.

She turned to the girl again. "Rule number four: Don't make the same mistake twice in the same day." Pandora showed her hands and the girl would see she had taken out some essential items. Namely, her liscence, credit cards, and fake ID. She had left some things in there, partly due to error on her part in not being quick enough, but also those things were not essential to her. Goggle girl could enjoy the gum, the peppery spray, her compact, and lip gloss. Plus, the purse wasn't a favorite anyway. She had multiple ones back home. "Well this has been a day. Now why don't you run along and go...fly a kite or whatever it is kids do. I have business to attend to."

Pandora spun on her heel and walked towards home, away from the girl and the thief who ran in the opposite direction. If she was smart, she'd leave her well enough alone.


[System]
Age: 17
Crest: Knowledge
Appearance:
Bio:
 Aaric was born into a very affluent family. His father and mother got along fairly well, and Aaric had neutral (bordering resentment) relationship toward his parents. However, the oddity was that his parents were absent most of the time due to work. Especially coupled with the fact that he was the only child, Aaric had little interaction with other people, minus the occasional silent nanny that came over to clean the house and the family dog. Fortunately Aaric had access to large swaths of books and resources thanks to his parents wealth, odd choices, and lack of computers. Out of the extensive collection, he would usually ignore the more scientific books in favor for more lore intensive studies, including extensive fantasies, historical non-fiction, and even advanced literary works when age permitted him understanding.

 By himself, Aaric had learned to become somewhat independent, learning to cook, to laundry, and to take care of the dog whenever the maids were not present. He even biked to school on most occasions. Though, these skills were gained more out of necessity, as his parents refused to provide him with a myriad butlers or maids to take care of him. More often than not, Aaric was left to his own devices when it came to management of the house. However, despite not providing great amounts of servants, Aaric's parents hired numerous tutors that visited the estate after Aaric went to school, nearly everyday. This left Aaric with a surprising lack of free time.

 With the influences of his somewhat privileged and "freed" life, Aaric gained some amount of independency. However, in school, with tutors, and with the rare servant, Aaric rarely had any real human to human interaction, leaving him inexperienced with conversation and relationship. In addition, because he grew up on literature based on fantasy and history, Aaric had a certain "disposition" that made him a little bit more "romantic" yet "flatter" than others of his age. Often, kids of his age usually stayed away from him due to his eccentricity and inflexibility toward others.

 Now approaching the halfway point of age 17, Aaric is successful in his schooling. However, he is, as of now, ignorant to the fact that there is much more to this life other than eat, study, and sleep.

Name: Hakase
Personality: A easy going yet witty digimon. Often, Hakase will crack sardonic criticism with the worst of it occurring in his rookie form. Despite his habit, however, most of his judgements are actually quite reasonable, albeit in a manner that might not be all that appropriate. In addition, Hakase knows a great deal about the current state of the digital world but chooses not to flaunt his knowledge in favor for more critical assessments of character.

Stage- Baby
Species: Botamon
Attribute: None
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubble - Shoots acid bubbles from his mouth

Stage- In-Training
Species: Koromon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Acid Bubbles - Shoots acid bubble from his mouth
 2: Soft Tackle - Uses the body to tackle opponent

Stage- Rookie
Species: Hakase Agumon
Attribute: Vaccine
Technique-
 1: Hakase Bo - Employs his professor baton to sway the target.
 2: Baby Flame - Shoots a small flame from his mouth.
 3: Claw Attack - Uses his claw to beat down on an opponent.

Stage- Champion
Species: Wizardmon
Attribute: Data
Technique-
 1: Magical Games - A technique that can have varying mindgame-esque elements
 2: Electro Squall - Releases lighting from hand or staff
 3: Blink Breeze - Release an icy blast of wind from the staff

Stage- Ultimate
Species: Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Pandora Dialogue - Captures and stores the attacks of the opponent that can later be used later with great speed and potency.
 2: Eternal Nirvana - Captures a digimon into the Space-Time stones for any desired time.

Stage- Mega
Species: Ancient Wisemon
Attribute: Virus
Technique-
 1: Proteus Mirror - Can replicate any attack that has been observed and absorbed by his mirror raised to Hakase's power level
 2: Laplace no Ma - Imprisons a digimon into the spirit world for any desired time
 3: Elder Sign - Summons a powerful interdimensional being to fight for Hakase
Other:

[User]
Lizzy raised an eyebrow at the girl who had snatched up the cigarettes and was now staring her down. Her stare seemed almost hostile, Perhaps not the time to give up those conniving bitch ways just yet. She thought as she mocked striking a lighter with her right hand, hoping the other girl similarly lacked a means of lighting the cigarettes, that would just make her day. Or at least it would somewhat make up for the whole falling from the sky to a foreign land thing that had happened.

And perhaps Dorotea would've followed this gesture as well. Perhaps she'd even try to put her foot down, had she not been taken back by the triumph Biance showed. It was impossible for her to hold back her giggling at this point. Was it immature? Probably. Was it uncalled for? Most certainly. Was it a complete mood killer? Absolutely. But if she cared at all, she did little to show it. Once the series of choked, disbelieving giggles were more or less successfully smothered poorly by a hand in front of her mouth, she lifted it away with a single finger raised.

"Hold--hold up. Put those things down man. Why you bringing this from a zero to a hundred?"
She took a deep breath, trying to drown out a second bout of giggles.
"I mean, shit, I ain't judging if you need that many, but c'mon. Who's you gonna use them with even?"

Lizzy stifled a giggle at the girl who had introduced herself as Dorotea's comment. A young lass probably still in secondary school by the looks of her, and a fellow ginger, perhaps a kindred spirit - though it was still far too soon to make such judgements. She followed pausing for a moment, she didn't want to cause an escalation of hostilities, but the opportunity was there and she couldn't resist."Don't listen tah her darlin', nothing wrong with bein' a bit 'adventurous' I'd probably not advertise it so readily though."

The younger ginger gave a small snort.

"No kiddin', least take the lucky guy to dinner before y'all start fucking. Or gal, sure ain't no judging from me."

"Aye but perhaps it's just another case of the Irish Catholic Institute producing a sexually repressed frigid prude on my part."

Lizzy snickered at her own comment. In strange company the joke lost a bit of it's luster, but she still amused herself and it got a chuckle out of Dorotea. Though the thought struck her that maybe there was some truth to it, she doubted it, but just maybe wherever this stranger was from the cultural differences were so vast that she actually was a sexually repressed frigid prude to her. A terrifying thought.

[Assistant]
"I..." Carter was dumbfounded. Cigarettes? Condoms? What the ever loving fuck was going on? "Ok, ok. First off, Language. Please. For the love of god." Being raised among the military, Carter knew a couple things about a few swears here and there, but all of that was put away when he was around his parents. Even now he still tried not to curse in front of people, despite the fact that it was all too easy to slip into that sort of language. "We need to find out what's going on. Smoke if you want, but nobody's using those condoms. We don't have time for that." Maybe it was something inside Carter that was naturally against the thought of sex. Maybe it was his own previous experiences that lead him to being somewhat adverse to it.

Some of these people looked around his age, some looked a little younger, and some looked really young. Carter didn't want to make any parents mad or see any judges, so it was best to try and keep things as clean as possible. Just for the sake of safety. He looked to each of them, moving his hands around to offer them a chance to speak. He certainly didn't have and ideas on where to start, but maybe one of them was a boy scout or something."Ideas, anyone?"

[User]
Franky was clearly on the receiving end of some weird looks due to the infamous box of condoms. The worst offender being a girl whose face looked comfortable being upset. She looked like a goth to him, and she called herself Dorotea. His literal first time hearing that name. He wondered where she, or hell anyone else here was from. The first ones to speak sounded fairly western but as more of them spoke up the subtle hints of where they came from made this a sort of melting pot. Still dazed by what the hell was happening Franky still held the box in his hands, though he clinched it bending the paper wrapping. "Hey." He said lowly to her and her strange looks, a warning that she was steering down a wrong path in her idea of who he was. Though he sighed immediately afterwards, shrugging emphatically as if to show he was letting it go. Though this was for himself more than for her.@Loony

Z took the time to sit with his legs crossed. Clearly frustrated but meditating it out. He looked at the child Alex who spoke up. She sounded like a girl so he safely assumed it was. But the child body made it hard for him to tell either way. He felt truly unlucky now. It was not good to have kids around wondering what sex was in what might be a alien planet waiting to devour them. He didn't need to feel anymore anxiety. Speaking of anxiety I do have those cigarettes. I'm not a smoker but.. He began to reach for the pack but felt a shadow loom over him from another person who was in this group.

"Huh?" Not often does he come across a foreigner. Or at least one from upstanding Europe. Normally from south of the boarder and a lot less pale. "Oh uh nice to meet ya. Yeah it's Z to make it easier." He smiled at her. She seemed clean and her accent was kind of attractive. Definitely more classy sounding that the NY accent from the Bronx. He thought about the price while rubbing his chin hairs. "Euros? Nah you're good. Just tak'em." As he spoke he reached for them to hand to her. He felt nothing but grass and air as he touched where the pack was. She looked up to see the girl from earlier who addressed everyone taking the condoms and the cigarettes.

Franky couldn't help but shake his head at this girl. She was a fiery one and a trouble maker. A lot like the girls at his old inner city highschool. Best to ignore them and flow with it. That's how he got by their infuriating behavior and there was seldom chance things will change by arguing. They were only good for a few things and it was made more clear by the amount of pregnancies he saw. He thought this as he watched Biance's petite rump from behind as she walked away.

The other girl Dorotea began giggling uncontrollably and making passing jokes. It didn't infect him with laughter instead he looked to the east of their location and sighed placing his hands on his hips as he lifted to his feet. Standing taller than the two girls now he looked down at them but briefly before scratching his head. He felt at a loss of what to do. When asked by Carter if anyone had ideas he could only shake his head. "Just what kind of fucking day is this turning out to be...?"

[Assistant]
Aaric had remained as stiff as glass, his face still tinted with red. As he shifted his eyes around, he realized that nobody had paid attention to him. Relieved, Aaric's body became flexible once again, allowing his head to rest upon his shoulders and his blood to settle down.

 "What was I thinking? I've never done that to complete strangers!" A moment of contemplation of his recent actions was taken. Slowly, his focus began to shift towards the conversations being thrown around in the group, but upon hearing subject, Aaric immediately placed the simple ideas of those things into a mental box labelled "forbidden fruits." His blinds were immediately closed and his doors were locked, Aaric withdrew within himself, applying himself to observe the scenery over rather than listening to the offensive conversation.

 Aaric looked up into the pale blue noon sky. Aaric found it quite refreshing despite having fallen down to the earth. Aaric continued to stare at the sky. Then he squinted his eyes and cocked his head closer towards it. The heavenly being that always watches over the earth was absent. Mystified, Aaric began walking around the clearing in a circle, looking in multiple angles. The sun was still absent. In order to clear his confusion, Aaric began his ascent up a tree. It was a clumsy climb, but he was invested into it and his curtains open to discovery of knowledge. Higher and higher, he climbed, pushing through the branches, twigs, and leaves, eventually popping his head out into the open canopy. The same gentle breeze that moved the clouds brushed against his face. Refreshing after a cramped and stuffy climb.

 Aaric refocused himself. He perused the open horizons, confirming that indeed, the sun had vanished. This caused Aaric's eyebrows to furrow. Aaric then looked down into the clearing. He could see everyone from his vantage point. There was some commotion down at the bottom, but he couldn't care less about what was going down there. His setting was much more important. Aaric continued to stare down at the clearing, observing the beige, compacted earth present everywhere on the ground. He suddenly noticed a feature of the ground; it appeared to be printed with very light wirelike engravings. It was now the ground that called Aaric. Aaric began his descent from the canopy through the leaves, making a similarly clumsy movement down the trunk. Immediately after touching the ground, he scrutinized the ground to ensure that his observation was correct. There was no doubt that the ground had etchings, and in fact, the wires were on nearly everything. The trees, the leaves, and the flowers, perhaps the sky were ladened with wired impressions.

 Aaric's eyebrows furrowed. His mind began to leaf through his mental library, gathering and connecting all the relevant information he had in his expansive collection. All outrageous and even unlikely possibilities were immediately discarded, but however, informational voids halted this progress. His mind combed through the data once again, only to have the true realization pass underneath his nose once again. He could smell it, but he could not see it. The fact that this truth had eluded Aaric incurred a juvenile frustration inside of him.

  A person's voice requested, cutting through Aaric's thought process. Aaric wasn't too keen on sharing his knowledge with others. However, with the gap in his knowledge, Aaric was a little bit more inclined to do so. However, he wouldn't do it with those unconcerned hooligans but with the person who actually cares about the situation. Aaric meandered towards the the militarily dressed man.

 "Hey" Aaric said, catching the attention of the military man. "I have not the slightest idea where we are." Aaric said calmly as he finished walking towards person. Whenever it came to business and information, Aaric could manage talking with people. "However, I did make a few observations that might help us indicate where we are. I've noticed that…" From there, Aaric recounted only his observations he had made.


[System]
Age: 23 (technically)
Gender: Female

Description:
Standing at a total height of 5'9", Aryanna is just a little taller than the average height for humans in her realm. Her long black hair stands in stark contrast to her already pale complexion, reaching all the way down to her hips. Aryanna's eyes are a striking golden color that are considered fairly uncommon amongst humans, a clear sign of her affinity to the magical arts. She isn't much for athletics however she is reasonably fit despite her physical appearance, built more for stamina than physical strength. Her clothing is somewhat outdated to the current trends, though they bear a sense of status over just your average commoner.

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Personality:
Once upon a time, Aryanna used to be a very kind a lively soul. Having belonged to a family of notable status, she was brought up in a privileged environment and bore many of the mannerisms that accompanied that lifestyle. She made it a point to be nice to everyone, however, she knew where she stood socially and would do her best to avoid interactions with certain kinds of people because of it.

Even the 'perfect daughter' has her rebellious side though. Aryanna was never much of a fan of particular areas of study. These were usually the classes that taught her to sew, and cook, and be an all around perfect lady so that someday she may be happily married. The entire idea of it bored her to tears and she would often skip out on these lessons to read, even as a young girl. She would ride horses like any man would, and could be found on occasion dirtying her clothes in sports matches with the boys.

Much of this changed after it was discovered that she and her brother had an affinity to an incredibly rare type of magic. Without being given much of a choice, the pair had been removed from their home and began their studies in the magic arts. By the time the two had completed their training, most of her light-hearted nature had faded away. Her sense of superiority had grown exponentially and she found great pleasure in manipulating people into getting her what she wanted. What used to be fun games turned into cruel pranks for her own amusement and gods help anyone who tried to tell her no. Aryanna had developed a relatively short fuse, and had little patience for anyone she deemed less intelligent than she.

Some of her extreme behavior evened out after the apparent loss of her brother, as she became more reserved and less willing to interact with others at all… Even negatively. She did, however, maintain her sense of superiority and a slightly less than acceptable fuse for stupidity. These days she seems lost more than anything else, but is much too prideful to admit to any sort of weakness.

History:
Aryanna Torre had a fairly normal upbringing as a child. She and her twin brother could always be found playing with one another, managing to get themselves into harmless trouble. Growing up as nobility, they had access to schooling that many other kids did not though it wouldn't be until much later that they would recognize and understand their difference in privilege. Even at a young age, and despite much of their trolling antics, the pair were quite the studious bunch. They would steal books and hide away, reading for hours on end and sharing with the other what it was that they had learned. For them, everything was completely normal until the day they turned ten.

She and her brother had always had lighter eyes, brown like their parents but with the added gold flecks throughout the iris. It wasn't unheard of, and was actually highly regarded in their circle. However, when they woke up on their tenth birthday, both children discovered that the gold had completely taken over. They appeared much like those belonging to the beast shifting tribes to the far south, yet their pupils were still rounded instead of slit. This was a sign of a much different bloodline altogether. In the following days, a few different elders were called in to assess the children. While each sage was able to identify their affinity to magic, none were quite able to pinpoint what their alignment was to despite them pair appearing to have the same exact alignment. It wasn't until a man by the name of Halberd made his assessments that any answers were given. Aryanna and her twin brother were both identified as being users of the magic knowns as Nether. Neither child was too keen on spending any time near the man and had both voiced their fears of him, alas, their parents still made the decision to hand them over to a man who was all too eager to teach them.

For the next five years, the twins studied day and night to learn all that they possibly could… not that they had been given much of a choice. Their training was harsh, cruel even. Food was restricted, they could sleep only when told, and neither kid saw sunlight for the first year they spent with the man. The first year was spent breaking them of their spirits, leaving behind blank slates for him to work with. The next two years were spent in constant competition with other potential mages, learning the basics of spells, runes, and the like. A few of the disciples died, others disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again, but through it all, Aryanna and her brother survived. Things began looking up during the final two years of their training as they had already proved their worth and earned the right to learn their element specific craft.

Pieces of her memory are lost from those last two years, having maintained knowledge of her craft, but recalling no specifics on events… Almost as if they had been stolen from her. All she knows is that by the end of her fifth year of magical training she had become a master of Nether. She never saw the sage Halberd again and it would be nearly five years until she saw him again, having assumed him dead after the first two. Unfortunately, their reunion was not to be a happy one, and has set into motion events that could very well reshape the whole realm.

While she never figured out what happened to have twisted him so badly, Aryanna found herself at war against her own flesh and blood. There weren't many mages that could stand up against the forces of darkness that had been unleashed, and one by one, Aryanna's comrades were hunted down and murdered. Those that remained either joined him or fled, never to be seen again. She attempted to face him on her own, however, they were matched evenly enough that neither side could manage to best the other. In an attempt to win her over to his side, her brother revealed that she was a piece he needed for his plans, plans she would take no part of.

Aryanna fled, following the voice of a crystal she had worn around her neck since she began her training so many years before. Her cowardice disgusted her but she knew that she was doing the right thing in the end, sealing herself away until the day she could return and face her brother once more.

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Elemental Alignment: Nether
Crystal Form: Around her neck on a silver chain.

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Other: She has an inexplicable fear of spiders.

[User]
Morgan Reine

Morie glanced at the Asian boy as he beckoned her over--man, actually, now that she looked at him. He was quite short, but it was clear looking at his face that he was at least her age, if not older.

She hesitated, not entirely certain about complying and adding herself to the group of complete strangers. Before she could make a decision, a voice answered her from the edge of the clearing. Morie wheeled around, ready for... something. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the state the owner of the voice was in, alarms going off--as if they hadn't been already.

"Clearly you are no longer."

Morie subtly pulled a face at the statement, unsure if it was supposed to be sarcastic. "...Clearly," she muttered, eyeing the woman up and down some more. Morie paused seeing her exposed feet. That wasn't okay.

The pale-blonde made a movement to reach into her gym bag... but realized it wasn't around her shoulder. Of course it wasn't. She had put it down just before she was taken here... to 'Astoria.'

Frowning slightly, Morie glanced down at the sneakers on her own feet. The black-haired woman looked in far worse shape than she was. Morie could live without shoes for a bit. She paused before kicking them off though, seeing the short man reaching into a bag that he evidently hadn't left behind, seeing him pull a pair of... shoes? It was footwear, at least, but not like any Morie had ever seen. Well, they would be better than nothing for sure. Morie smiled to herself as she watched the man placed them on the ground near the woman. It was a good first impression he was making on her--she definitely had respect for him now, considering he had evidently had a similar train of thought as she had.

Morie's gaze shifted to the tiny blonde. Lucy. The way she had introduced herself and asked for information from the black-haired woman was warm and polite. The girl seemed genuine, which was good.

Looking back to the black-haired woman's torn clothing, Morie gave a small sigh and slipped her arms out of her track jacket. Her heart skipped a beat for a moment as she realized she wasn't wearing her necklace--had she left it back at the gym? After the moment of intense anxiety, she remembered exactly where it was. Unzipping the right pocket of her jacket that she now held in her hands, she pulled out the leather necklace, a green stone fastened at the end. With another small sigh, this time of relief, she put it on, fingering the stone with one hand while she held out the jacket towards the woman.

"If you want to cover up some more, you can borrow this," Morie said. With her head, she motioned towards the shoes that the short man had just put down. "You look like hell. Put those on, and then start talking." She glanced from the woman to the rest of the group. It seemed like none of them had a clue what was going on, so they'd likely appreciate answers sooner rather than later. The platinum-blonde paused for a moment as she looked at the group. "Morie," she said simply, with a slight thumb point to herself with the hand that was playing with her necklace to make it clear that that was her introduction.

[Assistant]
"Yeah. Safely," Damien muttered getting to his feet and rubbing his sore backside.

This newcomer was rather off-putting. The dirty, bloody dress and lack of shoes did not make him feel any better about her despite the fact that she seemed to be their only source of information on this.. Astoria. The Asian offered her a pair of shoes and one of the blondes offered her a jacket, but something told him she would not bother to accept them. Whoever the bizarre stranger was, she had yet to even introduce herself. One of the blondes, whose name was apparently Morie though this was likely a nickname, was the first to outright demand information. Damien figured the aggressive looking redhead would have been the first, but nothing about any of this was anywhere close to normal.

"I'm with the blonde. Who are you and where are we? More importantly, how do we get back?"