[System]
Appearance: Emerald is a light-green-skinned Gem that is only about 4 feet tall. He wears a plain dark green tunic that doesn't have any decorations or faction-identifiers (Like the star for the Gems or the Diamonds for the Homeworld Gems so far revealed in the series.) This is because his development was cut off and he was awoken without aesthetic completion. Has glowing circular light green eyes that emit beams of light similar to a very bright green flashlight beam.

Gem: Emerald

Gem Location: Right below where the neck meets the torso.

Emotional Strength: Rather determined.
Emotional Weakness: Sadness/Depression.

Power: Can turn into a statue made out of grayish rock with green shiny speckles. It looks like however he does the second before he became a statue. Is incredibly durable and might make for a decent weapon in Amber's case. The statue CAN be broken, but it is many times tougher than rock. It is similar to retreating into a gem in the case that it can be used for healing, but it is likely to exhaust Emerald if used frequently. When Emerald comes out of the statue, gradual chunks fall off of the statue until it reveals him.

Advanced Armor: See the above, but moldable into armor shapes and, instead of having to dismantle it, he has to keep it into it's formed shape. Emerald currently can't do this.

Terrakinesis: Can control his special rock that is statue is made of. This is set aside from the others because he can make things out of it. VERY VERY LIMITED. Not practical in any battle situation whatsoever, better for making long-term structures or just very tiny things.

Weapon: Curved saber with a pommel that can switch between a full hand-guard or just a handle. It is the color of healthy grass, the handle/guard being the same color.

Weapon Power: None

Other: Uses male pronouns. Was grown in Earth's Kindergarten (the big one) but not influenced by anything, due to the site being abandoned before he was "finished". Also, likes repairing or tuning/tinkering with things as a frequent hobby.

Can't handle being insulted, even as a joke, and tends to start crying. A lot. The reason could be potentially blamed on the possible side effects of making a gem that isn't finished. Also, he doesn't really know what anything is. This isn't a deformity, he just hasn't been outside of his hole in the Kindergarten.

Door:

Normal Emerald^

Warning: teh falwining b much very importnents
On the states: Normally, these are triggered by these emotions being present, and these states hold onto them as well as reflecting the emotion. More than one is possible at a time, in which case the personality and appearance are a mix of both, but ones that directly conflict are not possible.

Happy: Appears to have lighter clothing, with a faint glow. This state is one of perpetual optimism.

Holding a Grudge (For lack of a better word): Has a yellow stripe on his left arm for each person he is holding a grudge against. This often combines with:

Paranoia: Emerald's eyes emit a blinding yellow beam of light, which at it's dimmest is still very bright. Very jumpy, scared of things that aren't there, very suspicious of anyone he doesn't trust.

Sadness/fear:Emerald turns a dark turquoise, with his clothing turning dark green. A bit depressed. Easily frightened.

Anger:Emerald turns dark green, and his teeth are sharpened. Highly unstable and vicious, even towards friends. Thankfully, this state is also extremely unlikely to occur, and if it does appear it usually doesn't last.

[User]
Soapstone - Kindergarden

Soapstone almost sighed in desperation, it was interaction after interaction! Listening to all of this talk was just getting tiring for the gem, he just needed to get away from these people and their insistent way of greeting new people. So, the gemstone tiredly watched as another stranger seemed to get even closer to him! The small marbles surrounding Soapstone seemed to almost melt against the rubble, dripping into the cracks of the rocks as it almost seemed to go towards nearby gemstones. Though, Soapstone was too busy staring to notice the development from under his feet.

He tried to back away, one foot moving backwards, climbing one step up the rock pile instead of going down. He still stared, disgust almost filling his eyes before the gem began to speak in a rather rapid succession with enthusiasm in his voice. It seemed that the person knew what was obvious, his distrust of anything else was apparent to everyone. However, the rest of this strangers speech did slightly interest him. Being alone was always something that he liked, though the catch was that he would have to live with two people, this enthusiastic gem and some other stranger named Chromite. Soapstone grimaced, he was only recently 'born' into the strange planet for only a few minutes and it seemed that he was already berated with questions of who he was supposed to live with! His mind was racing with decisions, what was he supposed to do with all these people talking to him!?

The voice behind him began to speak once again, his mind seeming to halt to listen closely to this new information. Names was something weird to him, he had only been listening to one name and that was his own... Soapstone actually sounded really weird to him due to how many times he had said it within his mind. The gemstone within Aquamarine's hands seemed to interest the other newborn gem with a sight of curiosity with the thought, "I wonder if I can do that to myself to get away from all these people." However, their seemed to be yet another important bit of information, the strange beings that didn't look like gems seemed to be called... Humans? That's a stupid name, but being the dominant species means that they had something powerful within them, wonder if they have any powers like themselves... Analysis of humans shall begin soon. The last of the words seemed to worry Soapstone, the world is not safe? What kind of ominous quote was that!? Was that supposed to make him feel better about this cruddy situation!? The fragile gem felt pretty tired at this point, the energy draining from his body from all of this new information hitting him like a train. What shall he do?

Soapstone's body began to loosen up, and as his body seemed to relax the material that was released from Soapstone reacted to his mindset. They became less defensive, ceasing to move their way over to nearby gems to attack and now moving over to the gemstone from where they had originated. The material seemed to latch onto the clothes of Soapstone, absorbing back into the gem as he continued to think about the situation at hand. One option, live alone with this Bloodstone and Chormite and hope that they will not bother him too much. Option two, live with this Aquamarine, the seemingly wiser one, but choose to most likely interact with more than two gems than just herself. Option three, ditch option both options and try to live by himself in this strange world... Decisions, decisions.

The gem looked at both Bloodstone and Aquamarine, he could tell that Bloodstone was an emotional type while this Aquamarine was the motherly type. He made his decision.

Soapstone turned his head over to Bloodstone, analyzing him once more before turning to go over to Aquamarine. The deal sounded nice, being left alone was always something that warmed his gem, but he needed answers that this gem obviously seemed to pertain. However, he wouldn't stay with them for long. All he needed was the knowledge of this world from this Aquamarine, and after he is done sucking out the knowledge from her mind than he shall be able to protect himself from the world that he has been living in for so long. When he managed to get down from the pile of rubble, his true height was shown to be an actual 4'6, he wasn't very tall. "Hurry up." He said in a monotone voice, feeling rather fresh now that the little marbles had been reabsorbed into his body.

[Assistant] -Deleted-

[User]
Candice Ghoste and Carnelian

Carnelian and Candice watched Aquamarine and Bloodstone talk to the new gem, who seemed defensive and as though he wanted to get away from all of them, from the edge of the crater. Candice easily spotted the green substance that was coming from the new gem as a sort of defense mechanism. However, Candice was immediately caught off guard by the fact that Aquamarine knew her name. How did she know?! Was her cover blown?! Did one of the Alien Leaders know why she was there in Mohs Town to begin with?! If that was the case than that would mean that she would have to either leave immediately or....

She snapped out of her thoughts when she saw that Aquamarine had turned and walked towards her. Candice didn't move a muscle as the blue woman approached her, never daring to show any sign of the anxiety or tension that steadily increased with every step that Aquamarine took towards her. She didn't tear her hands out of Aquamarine, and allowed her to carefully place the snowball in her hands. She looked to her as she spoke, her suspicion about where Mars was confirmed, and yet she was relieved to hear that he would be alright. After she made her request, Candice nodded and promised "I will," She lifted her second hand off of the snowball, worried that her body heat would melt the snowball and adversely affect the healing that Mars was going through.

So it didn't seem as though the blue alien was suspicious of her still...So maybe her cover was still intact? She didn't ask as the new gem approached them and made his demand to Aquamarine. Carnelian, who had been watching and listening to the entire thing soon spoke up, "Dahling, that was quite rude! There's no need for that kind of speech," She then pointed out "You haven't even introduced yourself yet. Speaking of which, My name is Carnelian,"

[Assistant] Bloodstone was honestly, dumbfounded. This gem that seemed to hate interaction, decided to go with Aqua, where there would be tons of people. Why, why her Bloodstone just couldn't wrap his head around it. "Wait, wait... What? I offer you a safe and quiet place to live, perfect for a gem that seems to want peace, and yet you chose to go where there will be 9 to 12 gems not including any humans. I get that I didn't give you my name but I assumed that wasn't something you would worry about. So, if you don't mind me asking, why her? What makes her option better? Blood looked down at the small gem and couldn't help but wonder what was going through this gem's mind.

[User]
Aquamarine was in complete surprise when the newborn gem told her to "Hurry up" and it wasn't at the rudeness as Carnelian had put it. She was just utterly shocked that the gem had even decided to come with her or wanted to follow her in any way. Bloodstone had what she thought was the better offer, seeing as she was offering a place to go with many Gems and she offered that route out of the worry that he would stay in the Kindergarten, not because she thought the Gem would choose her over Blood. She never believed the Gem would pick her straight off the bat if ever so she was puzzled and apparently she was not the only one. Blood spoke up, asking the newborn why and she found herself just as curious to know the answer. The newborn gem didn't know that he would have his own room to be way from the others if he pleased and as far as the Gem knew they could be packed very close. She hadn't said anything worth while that she knew of.
She remained silent, wanting to hear this answer clearly.

[Assistant]
Soapstone - Kindergarten

As Soapstone barely listened to Carnelian, he responded to her opinions with a rather harsh statement. "I don't care to give out my name to any random has-been, and introductions to strangers are pointless. If you stay away from me, then we'll just be fine." The gem didn't even move his own head to face Carnelian, his attitude was already pissed due to the amount of people surrounding him, and the constant struggle of people talking to him. Flexing his shoulders, still trying to get used to this physical form, Bloodstone seemed to announce his own misgivings about Soapstone joining the other side. For this one, he decided to look at the confused face of this gem, he guessed that him offering that pretty decent plan made him have a light respect for him. Although, Soapstone was still for the plan to learn about this world, and most likely find a spot to hide once again in the earth.

"To be honest, I liked your plan of leaving me alone. It sounds nice, but I have other things to worry about rather than being secluded for now. I need to know certain things to better my chances of being left truly alone, and this lady seems to know something about this world that will allow me to better my goals. If you have something better, than I will surely join with you, but you have shown me nothing to change my mind since I had been 'born'."

Crossing his arms with a raised chin, Soapstone knew that if this Bloodstone truly wanted to him to join than he would do something, but if he was only some half assed attempt to get him to join than this man would just be a waste of time. So, he was waiting for Bloodstone to make his move.

[User]
Information, the newborn wanted information. And he still went with Aqua. "Kid, I have an entire battleship filled with gem technology, logs dating 10,000 years back, and I have personal information on this world since I'm the Commander that led the gems here in the first place. I'm the one that organized your very creation. If info is what you seek, and training on how to handle the creatures of this world then I am the best bet for you. I'll do my best to leave you to your privacy but all you have to do is ask and I will lead you through every bit of history this world has. This one doesn't even know what happened the last 1,000 years since she was in her gem." Blood backed away while explaining this, making arm gestures the entire time.

Blood looked at Aqua and then at the others in the area. "If you want friends and love and affection and all that, then go with them, they can offer that. But if you want information, or survival skills, or a higher understanding of who and what you are, then come with me and I'll show you everything you want."

[Assistant] Emerald opened his eyes, waited a second for his vision to adjust, and sat up....inside a...bubble? What? He easily burst open the bubble, which was no real surprise, and stood up inside.....a room in the temple. Hold up....how did I get here? Well, apparently Aquamarine somehow transported you back here. We've been listening while you were sleeping. Oh great, you guys.... Emerald tried to ignore the fact that the voices were back, and glanced over towards the door. Who's back? I guess I-WE could check. He walked over towards the door, opened it, and noticed...half of the group. He mumbled quietly to himself for a second. "Err.....Amber, Zircon, Spinel, gray shield person..." "Hey guys, where is everybody else?"


[System]
Waldo Maria'Shante Du Blanche
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Animal: Human
Height: 5'10" (178cm)
Hair Color: Walnut Brown
Eye Color: Mocha Brown

Personality:
Boisterous: A loud exuberant man with a constant hunger to be admired. Being a narcissist he absolutely loves talking about himself and showing off his luxurious wealth and power to any who are able to listen.
Collector: Waldo is a collector of all the fine things in life; from paintings and sculptures, to tea-sets and beastkin. He's extremely fond of all things that are his, but in exchange is quite immature and hostile towards those who don't provide him with what he wants.

Background:
Waldo Maria'Shante Du Blanch is a proud nobleman, and is the current sitting head of the prestigious Du Blanche family. Renown amongst his peers as a rambunctious man with a huge appetite, and a lover of the fine arts, he's not quite liked amongst nobility circles, but the amount of political influence he wield combined with the immeasurable wealth he owns makes him a presence which simply can't be ignored.

According to rumours, Waldo was one of the key figures who drafted and supported the idea of Beastkin attending schools. His enthusiasm was so great that he offered himself as both a caretaker and an instructor to the lesser races. Despite his passionate actions, he perceives beastkin to be nothing more than pretty trinkets which would make a fine addition to his personal collection. No one really knows why such a selfishly arrogant man decided to propose equality of beastkin, but those who know him unanimously agree he has ulterior motives.

Kuon

Name: Kuon
Age: 16
Gender: Ambiguous
Animal: Cat (Black)
Height: 5'1" (154cm)
Hair Color: Pitch Black
Eye Color: Bright Gold

Personality:
Discourteous: Sharp tongued and highly critical of everything and anything around them, Kuon has an undeniable tendency to look down on those around them, and has no reservation against making a quick quip to make someone feel foolish or even insignificant. Blatantly frank and uncaring of the consequences of their own words, their only redeeming feature would be their relatively innocent looks, and sense of humor… even if it does come across as mocking and slanderous most of the time.

Competent: Kuon is highly competent in almost anything they attempt; from simple academics to household chores, they proudly boast that there isn't much they can't achieve once they put their mind to something. Unfortunately it usually takes awhie for Kuon to get serious about anything, and like most cats tend to spend their time lazing around unless something absolutely must be done.

Background:
It is not uncommon in Almaston for Beastkin to be owned and traded amongst the wealthier families. In Kuon's case they were the product of two prestigious families wanting to breed their reluctant pets. Though when Kuon was born, neither of the families wanted to adopt the ominous black kitten with an eerie stare. Auctioned off and bought as a kitchenhand for the Du Blanche family, Kuon quickly showed a high aptitude in every task they were assigned, and quickly made their way up the ranks at the young age of eight.

Unfortunately being bossed around by a demanding child wasn't received well by many of the other servants of Du Blanche, and Kuon's relationship with the other servants of Du Blanche quickly became strained to the point they were ostracized from humans and beastkin alike. Despite they're tragic little sob story, Kuon remained largely apathetic to the developments around them. Though the behaviour of their peers, and the irresponsible action of their parents have led Kuon to be quite sour towards fellow beastkin.

Kuon has absolutely no interest in attending the academy as they're quite content with their occupation as a high ranking 'maid' to the Du Blanche family.

Kuon has absolutely no interest in attending the academy, as they perceive equality to be a luxury unworthy of beast-kind. Content with their role in life, Kuon would still be working at Waldo's massive estate had their peers not nominated Kuon to transfer to the Rotting Wheel. While stationed as a servant to the beastkin students, they also serve as the live-in landlord when Waldo isn't present.

[User]
The enormously large human in a painfully garish green tunic that sudden waddled out, throwing things about and speaking far too loudly, was a bit of a shock and Torao stared at him for a moment. I had no idea humans could get so big! He thought. He was slightly alarmed when the human advancd on the smaller of the two bird-girls - she looked so delicate he was alarmed that the human would accidentally crush her. The human's name caused his ears to tilt slightly. Waldo Maria'Shante du Blanche. This was the human who had agreed to lease out the inn to the beastkin who had been chosen to study for the year. I hope he's not staying with us, he thought. He looked at the inn. I'm not sure the floor would be able to withstand the weight.

He glanced at the other beastkin, to see their reaction to this gross human. He caught the rabbit's eye and was slightly taken aback when he flicked an offensive gesture the tigerkin's way. Affronted, he managed to supress his immediate response - screw you too, long ears! -  although his tail lashed furiously. Did the rabbit think because he was so damn tall he could insult predators with impunity? Torao remembered a favourite saying of his grandfather's about large prey animals: the bigger they are, the more there is to eat.

Not that he would try eating a fellow student - after all, that wouldn't impress people, and there was no way he would give humans more so-called proof about the barbarity of the beastkin. He made a graceful formal bow to the human, hand touching forehead, lips and heart as he bowed from the waist. "Master Blanche; I thank you for your hospitality." He spoke politely and formally, with a very slight accent.

[Assistant] Ozzy's attention quickly focused on the large man that spoke a bit oddly especially to the women. He was not fully sure about how he liked this human. He seemed to be more of a dictator than a supervisor. To make his first impression even more not so enjoyable was the circle man's name. It was far to long and confusing for Ozzy to remember or speak. There was a good chance that he was gonna forget or say his name wrong each and every time it pops up in a conversation. Ozzy noticed the small feline approach him. The feline's appearance by their self made Ozzy grin. They were small and cute just like Barnaby. Speaking of Barnaby after the feline confirmed Ozzy's question they questioned him about the living situation on Barnaby and Ozzy simple replied with. "The thanking you and yes Barnaby will be staying here with me." Ozzy gribed largy and put Barnaby down on top of his suitcase. "I am the sorries but I can't help myself!" He shouted reaching out and giving Koun a bear hug and then letting them go. Ozzy even patted the felines head after a few brief seconds of hugging them. "I've never seen such small cute animal before." He stated smiling big and picking his suitcase and Barnaby back up. "I do hope we will be getting in the soons."


[System]
Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Faunus (Cat)

Weapon:

The Aurora Ravager is a weapon of two identical energy swords powered by a dust core. Engineered to provide excellent movement speed both swords are able to slice through the air at incredible speeds. Combined with that, they can also fold the first two thirds up to be two energy pistols, which are quite useless in long range combat and are mostly used to penetrate weak spots.

Specialty: Skyra is fast. Very fast. And agile. Both of those features together make her seem like a dancer on the battlefield. Her trademark move is slashing upwards with both blades launching herself into the air, flipping back around, then striking downwards at lightning speed.
However she is absolutely unusable at long range engagements and against flying creatures, not from the ground anyway.
Due to her cat Faunus heritage, she is able to sneak up on her targets without making a sound, which makes her a decent assassin when needed.
In short: If you need a striker, who can quickly dispose of targets in a flash, call Skyra. If you have flying beasts or monsters not reachable by close combat, don't call her.

Semblance: Blade Storm: Skyra channels her aura to manifest around her which starts levitating her two swords and swirls them around herself creating an absolutely deadly whirlwind of blades, which, when cancelled, sends a shockwave out, knocking close enemies off their feet. With her weapons modified to fire arrows, Blade Storm is able to be channelled into the bow to accelerate the arrow to blistering speeds.

Personality: At first glance Skyra seems pretty easy to categorize. An energetic, sometimes pretty mean spirited, tomboy. That is mostly how she will behave in public. In private, however, she will open up a lot more, even to a point where she will constantly hug and snuggle those who are close and dear to her. Don't get her mad, though, or she might go into berserk-mode smashing everything that is not nailed down. When she is in that mode, only a hug will get her out of it before she loses steam.

Colour: Sunrise orange  (Colourcode: F02100)

Emblem: A whirlwind of orange swords

Appearance: Pretty much like this, just her hair should have sunrise-orange coloured tips and black-white furred ears. Also she is rather small, at 155cm ~5'1"

[User]
Delta Snow - "Is this really alright?"

The question was still up in the air. A part of him was grateful that he could finally experience the possibilities of youth, but was it acceptable to move on from the now faraway days which embodied his past? He could have turned back. He could have never boarded or stepped off of that dropship and duly returned to service just like that. A slew of options which would result in him not winding up here presented themselves in his mind. The boy fell out of his trance at Robert's response, it caught him off guard, the last thing he thought the guy would answer. He was expecting something more personal, maybe a quirk people found really odd but he instead viewed it as a positive point.

"Intriguing." Delta internally commented, his interest only grew when the team leader spurred on the conversation. He left it to Eve to formulate a response, waiting on standby to chime in. "Oh, Delta has served in the Atlesian Military for two years. His father's in the higher echelons of the armed forces command hub, so his starting at a young age was inevitable, and delved into arduous training throughout the entirety of his childhood." It sounded a bit cruel at first, the image of a fifteen year old serving alongside men twice his age, some relatives even considered it inhumane.

"He may look like a walking twig, but he'll have your back, even when it's against the wall. I don't mean to brag, but he's hopeless without me~! Like a lost puppy drenched in the rain!" Eve began to chuckle at its own pun without remorse, until it slowly turned around to face a blank stare. "Heh...heh...pleasehavemercy." It was at that point did class finally dismiss, a signal denoting the next one soon to proceed, which he would hopefully be introduced and fully grasp the concept of. Delta tilted his head at his familiar, a minute gesture notifying his companion that it was time to go. Eve took a few moments to wallow and pout before it trotted its way across the desks and finally leaped into the pouch.

The boy stood up from his seat and slipped on his hat in one fluent motion, savoring the chance to stretch out his arms. "Eve went a bit off track and forgot to answer your original question. I don't have any clinically proven phobias." Except for being flung into some social interaction where he had no footing whatsoever. He could already see the windy and contorted road ahead of him. "In requiem, I'm a sniper. At least on paper I am, but I can take vanguard any time you need. You can gauge me at your own leisure, you're the leader after all. I'll go on ahead and snag us a few seats. Who knows, maybe Eve'll get to know to know a few others students?" He briskly stated all of this without the slightest peep of emotion, only making a slight shrug at the last sentence before descending the flight of stairs leading to the exit.

The grey-haired student suddenly came to a halt at the last step and turned on a dime towards his two team members. He briefly glanced at the two and opened his mouth again, "I guess the proper thing to say here would be… The best of luck to us in our future endeavors?" Delta peered down at his familiar, as if he was asking, "Did I do that right?" Eve gave the boy a warm smile and nodded in affirmation. Rather than saluting, he gave the two a sluggish wave before proceeding to the class ahead of them. Hopefully they would chat a bit among themselves, since Grane barely took part in the whole conversation.

After grabbing another can of coffee, with the guidance of Eve, the boy trekked on to his next class. The question still echoed in his head, ceasing to incessantly repeat itself, hoping for a clear and resolute answer out of the very mind it originated from. A hailstorm of words could perfectly describe Delta right now. Uneasy. Uncertain. Anxious. But he also felt glad that he was at ease in these halls. He never had to factor in these emotions prior to his enrolling at Beacon. Upon entering the classroom, his ears already picked up gossiping of the event which occurred more than thirty minutes ago. Delta didn't get to bear witness to it first hand, but he would probably end up asking Eve to project it once classes were done for the day. History had been a cinch to him in the past, so he wasn't very perturbed about his current standing in the class. The only difficult part was finding a few empty seats, but there was a row lying completely vacant. He set his luggage down out of the way of inbound traffic and paced his way over to one of the seats, then treated himself to a sip of his drink while folding his arms over on the desk. "Wonder what's on the agenda for today?" He quietly asked himself, a way of practicing for an actual conversation.

[Assistant]
Cobalt Chideta- To History

Cobalt walked towards History and nodded in agreement. "Whoever did that will pay for their crimes. I'm no man of violence, but I can make an exception when it comes to people like that." A crown had grown on Cobalt's face but he shook his head and smiled.

"Anyways, I wanted to get a few things out of the way regarding our team. I feel like we all got off on the wrong foot after the incident last night, super sorry about that by the way." Cobalt frowned and looked at the ceiling. When he looked down he continued. "I don't know who your last teammate was and I don't think I can replace him. But I'll try my hardest to not screw anything up." Silence followed his words as he tried to think of what to say next. "I haven't given the best impression I'm sure but I'm not a screwup, I'm really not. I'm just a guy who puts way too much thought into things and is a bit softer on the inside than out. So let's start over." Cobalt stopped and reached out his hand to Oswald. "I'm Cobalt Chideta, newest member of team CODE. It's nice to meet you." He grinned and rubbed the back of his head with his other hand.

[User]
Krysthane, Yay learning.

Krysthane wrote down the required homework in her planner and quickly made her was to history eager to see what the lesson was today. As usual it looked like everyone was bored before the lesson even began. Krysthane at the very least enjoyed history, and honestly most of her classes. Looking around for a seat she didn't really see anyone she recognized, Sephia was here but she was sitting with someone else and Krysthane didn't want to intrude so she found a seat by herself and set up her desk for the lesson, notebook already out, the music incident already forgotten.

[Assistant]
Skyra sat up directly facing Mokuren.
"You are pretty unique, yeah. To be honest, at first I thought of you as a pretty strange girl. I couldn't figure you out, but that was exactly what was intriguing for me. Until now, I was always able to figure people out, just by looking at them, but you're different. When I saw you the first time, I felt the need to explore you, to get to know you because you were different. That's why I even noticed you in the mass of people.
Up to this day, I still don't understand you, but that is okay, we don't know each other very well."
Yawning loudly Skyra stretched herself showing the entire extent of her flexibility and fitness.
"Emotions are something awesome, aren't they? And you never really know what emotion it is exactly. Is it just friendship or is it love, is it just disdain or hate and so on. That's the appeal I feel towards emotions. But at the same time, I try to hide them from others, you know. To not be found out that my perceived bashfulness is not really all that real and stuff. That I might be a lot more girly than I let pass."
She giggled.
"Especially when I'm with you, I feel a lot more girly." A hearty laugh escaped Skyra's lips and she gave a quick hug to Moku again.
"I think we should head back for classes again, shouldn't we?"


[System]
Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Nationality: Outreman, previously citizen of Angjusk

Occupation: Deputy head of department - Cradle Research & Development

Cybernetics:
* Cradle quick-access implant - Allows access to and from the Cradle environment without additional hardware. This advanced module also reduces fatigue caused by the process, allowing power users multiple entries in a single day.
* Tier 7c 'Cradle Builder' suite - Grants access to the programs created specifically for 'terraforming' the Cradle. Tier 7 out of 20 allows Freyr to auto-build a variety of specialised equipment and propose-build mid level structures.
* Ilyes Brand communication and productivity module - Standard implant for access to Outremer's communications network. Also integrates with many well known productivity tools like a personal assistant, as well as more bespoke scientific tools.

Backstory:
Freyr was born on Angjusk, an older colony than Outremer that was renowned for its military materiel, particularly star ships.

Her mother was an innovations tsar assigned by the government to a consortium of the planet's largest ship manufacturers. During most of Freyr's childhood, her mother's sole task was making sure Angjusk battle fleets were the best money could buy in the Diaspora.

Before she was born, her father owned and operated a series of protein farms across Angjusk. After a chance encounter at a lobby meeting, he was headhunted to co-ordinate the military industrial complex's entire food supply chain. He also met his future wife, as it was Freyr's mother who had recommended him for the job on that fateful day in the lobby.

Freyr was born five years later. Her early life was a whirlwind of schooling, snatches of intimacy with her parents (when they weren't busy) and extended periods with friends. She discovered a natural capacity for learning and excelled in her studies. So much so that she received offers from universities across the Diaspora to come and develop with them.

Her mother and father both pressured her to consider diplomas like Interplanetary Relations or Agrarian Policy. However Freyr was not interested in pursuing a career in politics. Angjusk has been involved in at least a dozen small conflicts since Freyr had been born. She had seen how politicians would destroy entire cultures for the sake of influence, and wanted none of it.

In her first act of defiance, Freyr accepted a position at a school in Babylon, the main city of a far away frontier colony called Outremer. Driven more by the desire to have time away from her planet than by the subjects on offer, she researched what Outremer was known for. It was here that she first discovered the object powering this section of the Diaspora - the Cradle.

She quickly became obsessed with its untapped potential and seemingly unknowable past. She decided to pursue Xenobiology and Machine Intelligence as her subjects of interest, voraciously consuming the knowledge gathered so far on the Cradle.

It was here at the university that she met her future partner, David, who was studying art history. Isolated from her family and friends, alone on a strange planet, Freyr was glad of his unassuming company and kindness. They grew very close over the course of their degrees, and moved in together after graduation. Their daughter Amy was born a few years later.

After Uni, Freyr was picked up by an Outremer administration outreach team and placed in a government career fast lane. Her obsession with the Cradle made her an obvious choice for the Cradle Research & Development department. Once there, she quickly proved herself capable. Several breakthroughs in her first five years meant she was allowed to hand select a team of dynamic young individuals to help pursue her work. A couple more catapulted her into a deputy head of department role, to the ire of some of it's older and more entrenched members.

It was on her 34th birthday that the Cradle abducted her family. It had been acting strangely for weeks prior, rolling back years of terraforming. Freyr had been working round the clock to figure out why, practically living at her field office by the Border. David had bought sweet treats and had Amy with her.

What can only be described as creatures emerged from beyond the Border and overran the camp. A panic spread through the mostly unarmed workers, leading many to flee for their lives. Freyr's last memory of her family was being propelled across the camp by one of the creatures. She could only watch from her position immobile on the floor as they carried off her husband and little girl.

Security forces conducted a sweep of the immediate area beyond the Border, but found no sign of them. So Freyr began looking by herself as soon as her broken bones were reconstructed. Months went by. Her work stopped and her mental health deteriorated. Eventually she was placed on sick leave and her access revoked, after she attempted to use her influence to organise an armed excursion deep into the uncontrolled zone.

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Upon getting their orders, the Tindrel and Qalian-Vosh immediately started complaining.

"This objective is not worthy of the might our fleet brings to bear."

"You'll never be able to hold off two fleets at once!"

"That large object could be their central command node. Destroying that might fold their entire force!"

"We are spread rather thin, Admiral Matir. Not much margin for error." Admiral Stentz added, as the Outreman cruisers assumed a helical formation around each of the core ships and support elements.

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Aboard the Magnificent Horizon, the science team waited eagerly by their equipment. Freyr stood on a raised platform where she could see almost everything. "Give me topography on Psi-Helios as soon as you can." She ordered.

"Yes ma'am."

Dr Lang looked over at Vreta, who usually seemed to be nearby.

"How are you feeling?"

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"Did you think this was going to be easy?" Admiral Matir answered. Being that they did not age, it was always hard to tell just by appearance how old any given Rothian was. As long as they were an adult, a Rothian looked about the same at a hundred years of age as they did at a thousand. Of course, the personnel files that the others no doubt had would identify Matir as one of their most experienced naval officers, but even without that, the firm confidence he had with every word he spoke gave him a commanding presence.

"We know nothing of our adversary. Should you be wrong about the primary target, then the secondary objectives shall fail, and the civilians we are sworn to protect at each shall perish. We will complete all stated objectives, and we will do so with the resources we have available. Complete your objectives quickly and efficiently, then regroup on my position for the final attack on our primary target. If your ships are truly strong and your crews capable, then show me what you can do. You have your orders."

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Vreta shrugged, tilting his head towards Freyr. "Well, I've given my speeches. I don't have much else to do but watch at this point. I have to admit, I am a bit excited for what we might find, though. If we find another one of these objects here, on another species' homeworld, then I guess that is pretty strong evidence in favor of the life-seeder hypothesis."

Crossing his arms, Vreta paused for just a few moments. "Have you wondered how many places this might have happened? How much life is really native to the Milky Way? Maybe there is another one of these on Earth?"

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With the gauntlet well and truly laid down, the newly formed battle groups set off in different directions.

The Tindrel planetoid capital ship quickly began charging toward the asteroid belt where their objective was located. Instead of using FTL to jump straight into the battle, it used powerful sub-light drives to gradually build up unstoppable momentum. A helical formation of Human, Rothian and QV ships orbited around it.

The enemy fleet currently besieging the densely packed asteroid belt and factory complex quickly picked up on the incoming hostiles. There were many more individual enemy ships than the joint battle group, but they were spread out across a large area. Closest to their approach were three battleships and a carrier. The battleships launched dozens of plasma torpedoes with bright blue trails. The carrier turned to face the aggressors and fired its primary energy projector, sending a long stream of plasma through space to burn through any ship it touched.

The QV supercarrier adopted an entirely different approach. Its target was surrounding an enormous ring-like installation, the surroundings of which were relatively open. The QV battle group jumped to maximum firing range as a stationary mass of weaponry, then unleashed a barrage of energy projections and plasma torpedoes before the enemy fleet had a chance to bring their own guns to bear.

The gas giant was obviously of strategic value to the invaders. In addition to glassing settlements on its largest moon, they were deploying dozens of orbital rail cannons around the other three moons. They all opened fire the minute the Rothian battle group appeared in range.

The central grouping of enemy forces was staggering. A dozen troop landers were supported by two dozen cruisers and even more smaller ships. The centrepiece was a vast circular command ship, which began launching drone bombers by the dozen.

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Among the Tindrel's battle group, the Rothians had just three capital-class ships, along with some smaller support vessels. All were cruisers, which were the main ship of the line for the Rothian navy. They were general purpose ships without particular specializations, but in keeping with Rothian naval doctrine, still exceptionally capable, high quality vessels. All Rothian ships had to be fitted with the most recent upgrades in order to be approved for service so that they could continue to utilize their technological edge. Such measures were necessary, as it was generally expected that their ships would be outnumbered in any given engagement.

On the approach, the cruisers launched their fighters and positioned themselves in the formation to be able to intercept incoming fire. Both capital ships and fighters utilized lasers in point defense roles. They were short range, low energy, and not suited to deal with armored vessels, but torpedoes could not outmaneuver a lightspeed beam. The Rothian cruisers were among the first to be able to open fire, as their fusion cannons had greater range than most other energy-based weapons. Strictly speaking, the projectiles themselves were also composed primarily of superheated plasma, but they were high enough every to maintain sufficient coherence for a longer period of time, and therefore, over a longer range.

One of the Rothian cruisers positioned itself to trade blows with the enemy carrier. Rather than allow the plasma beam to potentially damage any allied vessels, it accelerated to intercept. It positioned the front crest, by far the most heavily armored portion of the ship, to take the brunt of the hit. The shields flared, glowing almost as brightly as the beam itself, but for the first hit, it left no effect on the hull. The ship returned fire with all forward batteries focused on the carrier, sending out a barrage of blinding white energy projectiles. Though for the other species in the fleet, there was something notable about the ship's weapons. All weapons fire from both sides was, of course, simulated, but the power output they would register from the cruiser's fusion cannons were higher than their intelligence reports would suggest a Rothian cruiser should be capable of.

While all of the ship captains in the battle group were expected to be able to act on their own initiative moment to moment, their overall strategy was meant to be driven by the Tindrel commander in the core ship. All Rothian captains would follow their orders and defer to the Tindrel's instructions, once given.


[System]
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Gender : Female

Age : 20

Appearance :

Rank : Corporal

Class : Lancer

Weapons and Equipment : Theimer M01, Gallian-A1

Personality : Celeste's psychological damage has caused her to act out of place at times, or give her personalities that don't seem to suit how she actually acts. She is normally a caring person, she does speak most of what's on her mind, but keeps nice about it, not wanting anyone to be damaged like she is, which leads her to be insecure about herself and constantly berates herself.

Bio : Celeste was on a smooth road for the early parts of her life until her father was murdered. She was seven when this happened, and her innocence was shattered. But problems didn't stop there, most of her life was surrounded by her mothers attempts to drown out her own sorrow, be it by drinking heavily, disappearing for days with no explanation why when she returned, and even attempted suicides. While this damaged Celeste on the psychological level, it also pushed her forward, with the determination to leave her mother forever, and live on her own with the hopes she'd slowly recover from all the damage. But she always felt unwanted by her mother after the event, which makes her insecure and rather hateful of herself.

It wasn't until she was halfway through her schooling that she found out why her father had been murdered. Which was the last time she was given bad news in her life up to this point. And, at the same time, she got some good news. Some of her aunts and uncles, and even a grandparent, finally sat her mother down in a sort of intervention kind of way, and finally got her mother some help. She was also allowed to stay with another grandparent until she felt capable of living on her own.

RP Sample : (More of less some added bio, you know I can make posts o 3o)

Celeste stretched. A hard day working at her grandmas house. The old woman couldn't do much heavy lifting herself anymore, but was apparently a heavy lifter before she got old, Celeste was even shown some pictures of her grandma a few years before her bones couldn't support the weight anymore. All of this was believable, her grandma was slumped over, walking with a cane, and pictures showed her carrying heavy objects on her back. But she still had the spirit of a younger woman, helping Celeste when she could, and even talking to Celeste as if they young teenage girls near a handsome boy. She was best friends with her though, Celeste had written in her diary a few times that her grandma was the best, best friend she could have ever asked for.

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"Sergeant, while I respect your intentions you and I both know that the Valkyrur didn't do us any favors; Kind of hard for a dead people to help anyone from beyond the grave. And I wouldn't be so quick to completely retire Bons from Lancer duty just yet... never know when you need another rocket firing after all." Andrew began earnestly. He meant no disrespect in the slightest, just stating his stance on the matter. It was amazing how merely making your stance on an issue known could attract fights but it was better to get it over and done with as soon as possible if it was going to happen.

Turning towards Corporal Celeste Stichler as she approached and introduced herself, Andrew offered the corporal a bow of his head in acknowledgement and a warm smile. "Oh, losing that title isn't all bad. Now the snipers have someone else to aim at. It's a pleasure to meet you Corporal Stichler and I look forwards to working with you. I saw/heard about your work during that training mission earlier on and you clearly have good aim... and a loud voice." There was a bit of a smirk at the end, but it was clearly good humored. Andrew couldn't help but hope that she didn't die.

Watching as a new transfer arrived, another Darcsen from the looks of it, Andrew nodded his head as they were all dismissed and given their assignments before they shipped out. As he walked away, Andrew's destination was clearly going to be the nearest stockpile of food he could get to. He had taken to heart the advice of his old corporal Jackrum (Surprisingly still alive, despite losing his left arm and both legs... And this was after losing his left eye in the last war. Apparently he was a quartermaster now somewhere) to 'fill his boots with soup. There are many means of dispatching an enemy without the use of guns or ammunition with enough creative thought and desperation, but an army that is starving can't do a damn thing except decide among themselves who's getting Steve's leg. Don't look at me like that, Steve wasn't using it anymore and it was good eating!'.

Corporal Jackrum was insane, but damn if he didn't give good advice.

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Fina

Fina felt she could die of embarassment, tears swelling in her eyes. Although the paternal smile of the sergeant did manage to settle her mood a bit. She straightened the best she could, and saluted upon receiving the orders, before hurriedly going her assigned bunk, and doing some minor adjustments and combing to her face. The sergeant had told them to clean themselves, but she wasn't that dirty. Sighing audiblely, she then began browsing her knapsack, trying to make mental note of what she would really need in her trip. Being a daughter of a peddler, she wasn't half bad when it came to the inventory and organizing knapsacks. I still have no clue about the whole thing. She ghastly remembered of her lateness. Sure, she had seen the papers, but that didn't match personal briefing.

Well, she would have to improvise. Or she could ask the sergeant? Maybe, without prying eyes, words would come out. Yes, that wasn't a half bad idea, actually. But first, the food. Fina bit her lip. A lot of other recruits would be stockpiling, since an operation was inbound. The dirty looks, the insults, the shoves, they all would be there.

But if she didn't dive in headfirst, she couldn't fight as militia. And she probably wouldn't find her family. She took a deep breath and set her sight straight, a frown forming in her face. She was determined. She was aloof. She flinched upon seeing others staring at her gait.

"Aaaaa..." She let a weak wail before assuming her usual stare into the ground and she began stockpiling food. Hurriedly and trembling, but efficiently. And then, she was gone, before the people could ever actually ask or wonder who she was. The ammunitions were a similar thing, really. She had surprised one or two recruits when she appeared to procure ammo without making a single warning or noise of her presence, other than a muffled Sorry apology.

And then, she headed toward Sergeant's Harald bunkhouse. She stood idlely in the entrance, fighting an internal battle of entering and talking to him, or fleeing and hiding under the blankets of her bunk in embarassment. The fight was decided for her when someone accidentally bumped into her, sending her inside, and face first into the ground of the Sergeant's tent. "Stupid spaced out darkhair." She could hear someone muttering at her back before resuming its walk.

Fina didn't even bother moving from her awkward position. "Umm...sergeant." She said. "I have some quesquesquesquesquestions...sorry." She added, hesitatingly.

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Sig

"What am I now? A horse?" Sig muttered under his breath as he shifted gears and restarted the march upon Lieutenant Beirmann's kick in the shoulders. Sigismund sighed as he switched gears and moved the steering system, his full attention on the course at hand. He was no fool, a slower and heavier tank did not mean an easy driving, like many novices would think. In fact, driving lighter models was easier as you could always make minor shifts in trajectory to compensate. But for a superheavy tank, it was a different story altogether. He had to minimise the movement, and take in account parameters like the probable movements of the enemy forces, the rough terrain, and not expose the back of the engine, because the precious seconds needed to turn the tank could be exploited by lancers with lethal efficiency.

The old veteran shrugged upon assessing the enemy forces. Poor bastards. This is like a partridge hunting ground. he assessed mentally, feeling a tingue for sympathy towards the ill-prepared Gallians. Still, his past allegiances were in the past. He now had to fight and help the 655 massacre them. Wow, you guys got the short stick. Sig finished positioning the tank, taking care not to expose the weaker parts of the armor to the highest concentrations of enemy firepower, while at the same time allowing his gunner to have an steady aim. He also kept on guard, ready to rev up to continue its movement.Haha, as if. This kind of tank is endure or die. There's no evasive maneuver. Still, I'm confident in its armor. He added bitterly in his mind.

"Sing, baby sing! I want pretty explosions!" He cheered upon the tank's firepower.


[System]
Age: 16

Year: 6th

Element: Fire

Parents and backstory: Simon never knew much about his biological parents. From what he understood, his mother was very young, and his father was a deadbeat that left her unable to care for a child. He was brought up in an orphanage, and the closest he had to actual parents was the orphanage staff. He was a reserved child and kept to himself, but he formed a bond with a woman there named Teresa, who taught him to read and always brought him new books to nurture his apparent intelligence. Teresa was a teacher as well as a mother for Simon, and he is one of the few people he actually cares about. He was, unfortunately, never adopted, and so spent all of his childhood in the orphanage until he was summoned by the academy to hone his talents.

Appearence:

Typical dress: Inexpensive clothing. A single-colored T-shirt and some slacks or jeans. Simon doesn't have the money for fashionable outfits.

Favorite weapon: Words. Simon would rather talk his way out of a situation than resort to physical violence. However, he is not beyond verbal lashings. If you do something stupid, he will call you on it. He may call out the futility of your efforts, he may simply insult you. Or, he may decide to use sophisticated rhetoric to convince you to do his bidding. Either way, Simon is more of a speaker than a fighter.

Hometown: London, England
Non-Elemental talent: Studying. Simon has a ton of book smarts. Give him a piece of information, and he is great at memorizing, comprehending, and analyzing it. He knows how to research information as well, and always seems to find what he is looking for.

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Pierre Roux

@Joshua Tamashii@Darkmoon Angel

So that was it then, no great new start to a senior and junior relationship that Pierre had dreamed about. The blonde boy slouched his shoulders, feeling a bit dismayed. This year would have a very disappointing start if he didn't do something else. Sure, the boy couldn't go around using his air, but he was still a second-year! And that came with some form of knowledge that the first years wouldn't have. Pierre peered around at the crowd, searching for a group to situate himself into.

There in a corner seemed to be a group of three first years. Mustering up some more courage, the boy moved towards them. One of them was using water to make letters, some kind of vocal handicap perhaps? The boy of the group was speaking in heavily accented English. Seeing as he may not have come from Europe meant Pierre could ask what it was like overseas! The boy loved asking about different cultures. The other girl looked a bit shy as well, but actually, she didn't look like a first year at all, maybe even a bit older than Pierre was!

Pierre hoped he could still snag the position of a helpful upperclassman, "Hello everyone! My name is Pierre Roux, and I'm a second year. If any of you need any help around these parts, I'll help out in any way I can!" He looked over at the boy, "Hi there Lin! Is this your first time in Italy?" He gave a quick smile to the two girls before turning to face Lin.

[Assistant]
Xiao Lin
Tamashii @Darkmoon Angel @AimeChambers

A boy a bit older than Lin joined the group, and Lin was thankful that he took the time to address everyone unlike Lunaria. Lin nodded when he was asked if this was his first time in Italy. "I never had any reason to leave Shanghai before now." he explained, with a slight shrug. "I'm... how you say... still adjusting." The eleven year old bit his tongue to keep from saying that he was not terribly impressed with Europe so far and would go back to China in a heartbeat. He'd been kind of put in a sour mood after Lunaria's apparent lack of basic manners, but Lin wasn't about to take out his frustration on everyone else. He forced a smile which quickly faded, glancing down at the floor.

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@Joshua Tamashii @AimeChambers

This turning into a nice little group introduction what with Amelia, who seemed to be communicating with water, Lin, who was more than likely not from here judging by his accent, and Pierre, a rather kind second year student, all introducing themselves. Lin explained that he came all the way from Shanghai, he must be having a difficult time adjusting, it also seemed like Lunaria had ticked him off in some way because he seemed to be glaring at her, what did she do? Was she rude in some way to him? Though, they were all sitting at the same table, and Lunaria just decided to acknowledge the first person she saw. Great, first day back and she's already made a bad impression.

"W-well... As I said.. You can just call me Luna... Sorry if I... Came off on the wrong way... I'm just... Ooohh..." Now she was just making things more awkward, she didn't know what to do, all except... "U-uhhh... Please excuse me..." Walk away. She proceeded to get up and leave the table, guess this year wasn't it.

[Assistant]
Xiao Lin
Tamashii @Darkmoon Angel @AimeChambers

Lunaria seemed to be leaving. Lin, who had already built a highly negative impression of the older girl, could hardly care less. Perhaps he was a bit touchy on the subject of being ignored, since after all his only living parent barely had time for him. Or perhaps he was just being needlessly judgmental based on the girl's seeming lack of basic etiquette. Lin remained silent, chewing on his lower lip as he stared down at the floor dejectedly. His feeble attempt to fit in with these kids didn't seem to be going too well.

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Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood

Orithius peered at the others in the room. They seemed to be talking among themselves in a candid and forward manner that made him both uneasy and curious. The conversations seemed to lack direction, coming fast and dispersing just as fast. They would ask pointless questions that made little to no sense, or questions that seemed to have answers so obvious that they barely seemed worth the effort. He tried hard no to frown at them, nodding politely when she introduced him to the others. He took one of the seats she offered him, but made sure to take the one furthest from where the group had been bounding together. Listening absentmindedly, he tapped his fingers on the table- absentmindedly repeating the main movement of the Arabesque over and over, before he realized what he was doing. He placed his hand flat on the table and closed his eyes for a moment. He envisioned his favorite coffee mug at home, currently filled and being kept warm by the coffee machine. The next moment, a small sigil on the cup glowed, before it vanished and reappeared next to his flat palm on the desk. He picked up the steaming cup and peered at the others, keeping quiet as they prattled on. He closed his eyes and smiled slightly as he took a comforting sip.

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Rosalie Von Kruger

Catching up with friends were pretty nice. Everyone was talking about what they had done over summer vacation. It wasn't long until Rosalie gets sucked into the conversation until she notices that Orithius was distant from the group, he had even conjured up a cup of coffee. Before she could say anything the professor began class and so she had no choice but to turn around and pay attention.

"Welcome to Advance Magical Defense blah blah blah I have high expectations from you older students blah blah..." The class was so boring she couldn't focus long enough to get 5 words in.
Next class was supposed to be "controlling your element" but since she got ahead of the class, she and a few others received permission to use the period as a volunteering opportunity to earn extra credit in any other class. (Of course, that extra credit is going towards MD). She chose to be a teacher assistant in the 1-2 year classes, helping out new students with their elements. She looks to Orithius who was focused on the professor and thought "Maybe it will be easier for him to interact with the freshman." She pondered if she would use this opportunity to make some freshman friends for once since most of her friends were in the same grade or older.

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Amelia Averyonnna
@Darkmoon Angel@AimeChambers

Amelia frowned as events played out before her. The boy who introduced himself as Lin was giving off a rather angry aura and this made Amelia rather nervous to interact with him. She had seen what people were capable of when angry and she had no interest in seeing anything like that again. When the boy spoke though, she realized something was different about him, as he didn't sound like anyone she had heard before.

Before she could dwell on this, another boy approached and began talking to them, introducing himself before addressing Lin. This one also sounded weird and it confused her. Maybe it was a guy thing? She honestly didn't know. Turning back to Lin as he responded to the question asked at him, she again couldn't help but feel as though the boy was rather angry at something.

This hostile attitude seemed to have an effect on Lunaria, who quickly got up and began to leave. Wondering why this was, Amelia quickly had her water get in front of Lunaria before shaping it again.
Why are you leaving? Didn't you come to talk? it read. After giving Lunaria a second to read it, Amelia had the water return to her before having it form an arrow that arrow that pointed at the two boys that then turned into an innocent question, though she was careful with her wording so as to avoid upsetting anyone. Why do you two sound different?

[Assistant]
Pierre Roux

@Joshua Tamashii@Darkmoon Angel

So it was his first time in Europe! Luckie~ Pierre was genuinely curious what the first year's home country was like and wanted to ask more about it one-on-one, but right now wasn't exactly the best time for it. "Trouble adjusting, eh? Well! If you need any help with the culture differences, I'm here to help!" He gave the smaller boy a pat on the back before addressing the other two girl students.

Luna, the older girl seemed to be out of her element and started to move away, only to have a hand come down on her shoulder by Pierre, "Oh, don't worry Luna! Everyone is just getting introduced, why don't you stay?" He gently turned the girl back around to face the others before letting her go. Just because he was used to being hands on didn't mean he was that comfortable touching a girl for longer than a second. Plus, she was an upperclassman!

After doing this, Pierre peered at the question in the water, "Hmm, it may be because of puberty! Our voices are in fact growing lower thanks to reaching maturity... Or maybe you are talking about our accents?" Pierre pointed between him and Lin. "We all seem to come from many different places and with that we have different language and customs!" The boy gave a happy smile as he explained.

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Orithius Pethris Wyrmwood

Orithius listened to the lecturer with an almost palpable level of boredom. Clearly they were being lenient with the people who are of a lower level, because it seemed to be just a rehash of previous years of work, and a few tentative explorations as to how these defensive measures might be incorporated in new and innovative manners, so as to coincide and remain relevant in an ever changing modern context. Most of the ideas they provided were impossible, or would result in highly ineffective forms - either the teacher was a moron, or he was testing whether or not someone would call him out on his shittalking. Orithius hoped it was the latter, because if it were not then he was going to have to log a formal complaint.

He sighed and sat back in his chair, looking at the girl - Rosalie - again. She seemed to be not paying much attention. Considering her scores however, he assumed it was less out of informed boredom, and mostly because of disinterest. She wanted to be friends. Informal friends. It still made no sense to him, but he tried to keep an open mind. Perhaps he should invite her over to the house. Would she mind? There was a slim chance that she might be overwhelmed, like other people seemed to be. Kissing his father and mother's asses when they eventually come over. Then again, he is just intending to use her to facilitate his own social needs... if she were to use him to further her own financial or political goals - could he judge her? Probably not.

 "Mr Wyrmwood, the answer please." Orithius looked at the lecturer and then at the board, and noted a few notes on Last-Resort theories to cripple your enemies when your defensive stagnates have failed. Crippling your enemy's to give you a chance to restructure your defense... "Scorched earth policy? If your defenses have been crippled, use force to interrupt the source of the enemy's attack - i.e. cut off their connection to their element, cripple their capacity to use it, etc. While this might seem like a purely offensive stratagem - since we are talking about last-resorts, the resulting time you will get as your opponent tries to rebuild their offensive measures, will aid you in reestablishing a coherent defense or consider retreat. Is that sufficient?" Orithius looked on with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of his coffee. The lecturer wrote down a few points before continuing. Orithius sighed and continued to listen a little bit more attentively.

[Assistant]
Tamashii @AimeChambers @Oliver

Lunaria was just about to leave to sit somewhere else when a combination Pierre and Amelia's words told her to come back. This just made her even more nervous, though if they actually were interested in what she had to say then it shouldn't be that bad. Turning back around everyone seemed to have said a bit on where they originally came from, so in turn Lunaria decided to give her story. "Well... I came overseas... All the way from the United States... Its my 4th year here but... I don't know I just feel... Awkward... When I talk to others..." She didn't want to give too much on herself, that would just make things harder for herself, the least she could do is help the matter with Lin.

"L-listen... Lin was it? I don't know if I... Offended you in some way... But If I did... I'm sorry for it..." she bowed her head at the end, she really didn't want her first interactions with people to go bad for her. She had to at least make some acquaintances this year.


[System]
Age: 18
Appearance:

Years in the Academy: 4

Powers/Abilities: Mark has bonded with a strange sort of cybernetic symbiote. It allows him to manifest a suit of armor over his body, and convert his body parts into different weapons and tools. The trick, however, is that he needs to understand precisely how the augmentation is supposed to look and function, otherwise it contorts his body into rather painful forms. Fortunately, the symbiote seems to have a number of preset forms it has presented to Mark, giving him something to work with while he sorts out working his armor. Current presets include:
Converting his arm into a Pulse Canon
Ejecting "whip swords" from his wrists
Back mounted Jetpack

Bio: Born and raised in a small town in Indiana, Mark Westbrook took a serious interest in engineering at an early age. Wanting to use his talents to help people, he attempted to apply to the Avengers Academy at the age of 12. Unfortunately, his parents didn't think he was cut out for it, and didn't let him send his application. Not one to give up so easily, Mark instead started looking into opportunities to learn more advanced engineering from Stark Industries.

While walking home from school at the age of 14, taking a roundabout route, he encountered a crashed armored truck. Not realizing the truck belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., Mark ran over to try to help. While attempting to pull out the passengers, he made contact with a strange liquid that began to fuse with his body painfully. He passed out on the road, was found by a passing police officer, and brought home.

Over the course of the week, Mark tried t hide the strange metallic appendages altering his body, but of course was found by a Shield recovery team. He learned from them that the metal liquid was some sort of mechanical symbiote they found in a crashed alien ship. When it was determined that the symbiote had permanently bonded to him, and was offered a choice. He could either be placed under constant supervision by Shield, or be enrolled into Avengers Academy. Mark chose the latter.

After several.... painful incidents with his symbiote, he managed to learn about the presets in the memories of the symbiote. Finally able to make some progress, he quickly rose into the Advanced Training Program.

Family/Relationships?: friends and family, romantic interests, etc. optional!

Personality: Mark has the distinct disadvantage of being particularly shy. He doesn't tend to try to stand out too much, and is very quiet around people he doesn't know well. He only really interacts with people he knows particularly well, and even then doesn't say much. Of course, that's when he isn't talking about engineering. Mark is incredibly passionate about engineering, and can go on for longer then most would listen about it.

However, when Mark manifests his armor, which he has named Euclid, its like he steps into a second personality too. He suddenly becomes more confident, and far less hesitant. He isn't sure if this is part of the symbiote, or if he just feels more comfortable with his powers active.

Other: Mark has begun applying his lessons on engineering to symbiote, and works on thinking of new tools and weapons he can manifest.

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4 Years Ago
Attilan dock

A young green girl sat on the edge of a concrete dock, legs dangling over the abyss of blue as she skimmed stones across the vastness of the sea. In a few hours she'd be on a boat to New York, and from there a plane to Los Angeles. She had never been to either of the places, and both seemed about as strange as mars to her echo chamber of a world view. Whenever she was able to visit the human world it was usually always with a set of royal guards or family members, and if not she was sure to be surrounded by representatives of humanity or dark suited bodyguards taking her around to see all of the boring historical sights. She jumped a bit in her seat as she felt the firm grip of her father clutch her shoulder. It was time to go.

Present Day
Avengers Academy
Brianstorm

Annabelle sat in her room reading an old tatty book she had picked up for less than a dollar at a local bookstore. An almost equally old record player sat on her disc, spinning away as it did almost every day. Currently she was feeling rather punk, and as a result The Sex Pistols blared throughout her room, and subsequently the room of the poor sod who lived next to her. She'd been at the academy a day early due to a mix up at the airport. You'd have thought that the greatest minds in Attilan could have booked a flight properly but it seems all their talents lay in science and philosophy rather than common sense. Her room was rather different from most students, dark and a bit untidy, her father would have gone crazy if he had seen it. Suffice to say she had shed her princess image in her first year, purposely neglecting to mention it now for the sake of hating the stereotypical image of a princess that most people would go on to associate her with if she told them.

She folded the corner of the page and tossed the book onto her desk before rising from her bed and heading into the shower. Half an hour later and she was ready to face the day as it were. She wore an open flannel shirt revealing a T-shirt bearing the logo of 'Theatre of Hate', just to prove to the new students that she was a real hipster. A pair of skinny jeans and converse would do for the lower parts of her clothing and of course as accessories go she was wearing a choker and her hair in it's usual tied-but-long style.

She made her way to the cafeteria, dodging returning students and new ones alike. She didn't like many people at the academy, but she especially disliked those who felt the need to be in such a hurry that they would shove a stranger out of the way. In her four years at the academy she had learned to dodge most students on the first day.

She entered the cafeteria with tired eyes. She stretched quickly before grabbing a tray and joining the queue that was getting ever longer. As per usual the food was sub par. When it was quiet the lunch staff were actually quite good, but having to serve a school of this size was a nightmare, and you could tell that the staff were overworked even at breakfast. She simply grabbed a bowl of cereal, before sitting down at an empty table, browsing her phone and occasionally eating a bit of cereal.

Soon after she dumped her tray and made her way to the hall of heroes, seeing Vix whom she had previously met in a few classes there. She sort of raised her hand in a lazy greeting before standing next to her.
"Hey, Vix, ready for another semester?"

[Assistant]
Will Fleeter

A decrepit, ugly grey station wagon pulled up several yards away from the entrance to the massive campus. As soon as its young passenger climbed out, the driver slammed the door at took off, leaving the small boy abandoned and staring up in awe at his new school. The boy's big brown eyes took in every inch of the gargantuan buildings and strange, futuristic architectural design. It was rather intimidating, actually. He'd never been here before, and had never imagined it would be this large. Were superhuman abilities so common they needed all this space to house the students? Impossible.

 He hesitantly picked up his old leather suitcase that was so ancient it looked like an antique, and walked into the campus. The Israeli boy had a strange way of walking. He sort of glided a bit, as if his shoes had no friction. He walked quickly, stiffly and with apprehension. He entered the main building, hoping someone could direct him to the dorms. A security guard showed him up to his room, a tiny little space that he was certain was a repurposed closet. It was comfortable enough, with its blue bed and carpet, old couch and small television. He put down his suitcase, and locked the door to the room, wanting to do some exploring before he got to unpacking.

Even though he wasn't hungry (on the contrary, he felt rather sick to his stomach), he made his way down to the cafeteria. That was where most of the other students were, and where he was probably supposed to be. He looked around shyly, seeing that there were no empty tables. He'd have to ask someone if he could sit with them. Og, crud... he thought, losing his nerve and deciding to skip breakfast and leave the cafeteria. It was around then he realized exactly how long the drive up had been, and that he really needed to find a bathroom. All the more reason to leave now.

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James stepped out of his dorm room nice and clean, wearing a pair of worn jeans, some training shoes, a gray t-shirt with a dark blue canvas jacket, and on his back was his triangular shield given to him by his grandpa Rogers. For six years James has been trying to do the best he possibly could. He loved his family, and loved that he came from a line of heroes, but that isn't why he was here. He wanted to help people, it was in his blood. He could never turn away from a fight, especially if people needed help somewhere. It proved to be challenging at times though, here at school. People either feared or respected him because of who his grandparents were, and who his mom was...

James was quick to anger whenever someone used his family to try and insult him, and that usually ended in the other students going to the Academy's nurse/emergency room. He wasn't perfect, but he like he said, he was trying.

James made it to the cafeteria to see it already packed. Scanning the room he had to smile a bit. His grandparents would tell James about how humans and superhumans never fully got along until recently. There were many kids at this school who had no true powers, but they had a lot give.

He saw familiar faces, he gave smiles and nods to those who called over at him, and he was about to go grab some breakfast until he heard a lard crash and a "LOOK OUT!" James turned to see what seemed to be a little "project-gone-wrong" flying through the cafeteria. Screams and shrieks filled the room as the rocket-like object soared with incredible speed, right at a very young looking kid. James without hesitation ran and vaulted over a table, taking the shield off his back. James stood in front of the kid, shield drawn and as soon as the rocket came at him, he swatted it away with a metallic "Ting!".

"Hey!! Heads up!" James yelled as the rocket flew away from the crowd upwards. He knew someone in this cafeteria had the power to fully stop the thing.

[Assistant]
Mark was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, as well as a plain leather jacket as he waited in line for food. He kept the collar in the back a bit higher then normal to hide the plate that was his inactive symbiote. He didn't like to stand out. Gathering a good helping of eggs and bacon, he made his way to his usual quiet table in the corner. There were a few people he recognized and waved to, but Mark still preferred his solitude. He didn't do to well in social situations. It was one of the reasons why few people knew he was in the Next Avengers program to begin with. Hell, not many people had seen his symbiote in action, honestly.

Mark was about halfway through his breakfast when he heard the crash. Suddenly looking up from his food, he saw an odd rocket looking device come barraling through the cafeteria. He cringed as it looked about to hit one of the younger students, but breathed a sigh of relief when James Rogers came out of no where and batted it out of nowhere. Mark had certainly heard of James Rogers. After all, who hadn't at the academy? Still, it was another thing to actually see him in action. He shook himself from his surprise, noticing that no one had actually solved the rocket problem.

"Dammit. So much for blending in," Mark muttered under his breath. If no one else was stepping in, than he would have to. "Euclid, I need suit, jets, and whips." As he ran forward, the liquid metal from his plate shot around his body like a sort of cocoon, before skin and metal molded together into his suit. Getting to a clear space in the cafeteria, away from the panicking crowds, Mark began to grow two small thrusters from his back, and long, thin metal strands shot out of his wrists. Kicking off the ground, Mark flew above the center of the cafeteria, and threw his whips at the rocket. As they wrapped around, Mark made a movement with his wrists, causing small blades to pop out and latch onto the rocket. Pulling back as hard as he could, he managed to keep the rocket from hitting another group of students near one of the tables. But even though he was holding it in place, this was hardly a permanent solution. "I've got it.....I think," he said loudly over the roar of the rocket. "Some help would be nice though. Please?"


[System]
21
Goes by Mal.

[User]
Although the man was trying to convince her that joining his pack was the way to go, Aurora had a whole other set of plans in her mind before he caught her. And they were still relevant. She wanted to start a new life, all by herself. For a moment, she allowed herself to take a glimpse at his bright green eyes as he pulled her onto her feet. His hands were wrapped around her wrists quite tightly.
"You're going to.. Shift?" She couldn't even hide how nervous she felt. Quickly, she took a few steps back to give him some space. She felt as if someone punched her in the stomach and the stabbing pain lingered through her arms and legs into her fingertips and toes. She took a few more steps back and tightly held onto the straps of her bag back, squeezing them so hard her knuckles went white. There was no way around it: she was frightened. Once he was fully transformed, Aurora felt a little weak onto her legs and stared at the huge wolf in front of her. Her mouth felt dry and for a moment she did not know what to do. Run? Get killed? Stay? A deep growl awoke her from her thoughts. It gave Aurora the shivers which made her squeal instantly. "Do NOT growl at m-me! How will I know you won't.." She bit her lower lip to keep her from talking. She did not want to give him any funny ideas.

His fur was very soft but wet. It seemed like it was pitch black but as it was night she shouldn't be too sure. Aurora thought it would feel rough and sticky, but surprisingly it felt as if he just bathed and had a good wash. She tilted her head to the side to look at his head whilst running her hands through the thick fur. It felt as if she was petting a very large dog. As he laid still and did not growl at her anymore, her breathing calmed again and she found the courage to finally lift herself onto his back.

"Should I have run? I'm pretty sure he'd devourer my head of if I did.."

It all felt so surreal. An hour ago the plan was to simply cross the forest and start a new life in the sunny L.A. But now all has shifted and turned. She was ought to work for this wolf pack deep inside the forest as she, supposingly, belonged to them now. Does that mean she'd have to marry.. A wolf? In his story he mentioned children, would she'd have to.. "Oh god, I feel sick.." A slight headache started oozing up and Aurora close her eyes for a moment. She listened to the wind and tried to focus on the rain splashing all around her. "Let's get out of here, I am freezing." She mumbled softly.

[Assistant]
Mal sighed and rose to his feet, trying to ignore the emotions he scented from her and the protests of his inner wolf. The female is scared. The female needs comfort. Give the female comfort. He pushed aside the thoughts. He could try and console her later. He couldn't speak as a wolf and he didn't have time to shift back and help her through whatever she was feeling. By now, the others in the night watch had probably wandered past, scented the girl, and reported back to the Alpha. He had a job to do.

He gave a stretch and a shudder, then started at a reasonably paced lope, letting her get used to the way he moved before speeding up. Soon, he was running faster than most cars on an open highway, leaping over logs and dodging trees and branches. He couldn't help himself. He let out a loud, happy howl that some nearby wolves reciprocated. They joined him, casting odd looks at the human on his back. Some of them even got close enough to nudge at her leg with their muzzles, sniffing curiously.

Feeling oddly possessive, the beast in him did not like this. He growled and shoved the wolves away, which were all male, and pulled ahead of them. Most of the other wolves growled unhappily and broke away, running in other directions. It seemed there was more of a swagger to his gait after that, as if he were proud he'd protected her from the others for no reason. I have found the female, so the female is mine. The other males cannot have my female.

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The whole trip Aurora kept her eyes shut, but she could sense they were going at a very high speed. It almost seemed as if she was riding some sort of fuzzy motorcycle. But then without the steering. And without any wheels. With a large beast breathing in between her legs. She let of a deep sigh and dug her nails deeper into his fur.

Suddenly, the wolf let out a loud cry which seemed to be answered by several others. It didn't take long or Aurora could make out 3 to 4 other large wolves running alongside. A few even came dangerously close to take whiff. She quickly pulled in her legs to make sure they couldn't reach them anymore. This came incredibly handy as the wolf she was riding on aggressively shoved them out of the way with a growl. Was he protecting her? It sure seemed like it.
Soon all the wolves disappeared into the forest again and yet again they were alone. Aurora silently laid her head down onto his back with a headache throbbing behind her eyes. "Ahh.." She grunted.

About 10 minutes later the wolf returned to a more reasonably paced lope and they reached a far stretched open area. It was clear a few trees had to go in the process of building their village. Their houses consisted of decently build cottages put together with large pieces of rough blue stone and wood. There was a clear path sturdy enough to support large trucks and heavy cars, illuminated by street lanterns. It seemed like the road lead all the way to the lake in the valley. Aurora couldn't keep up with the amount of cottages as they continued their walk through the village but there was one large house in the middle of the village that stood out the most. It was clearly an important place. Though it was utterly quiet. Well, it was 3AM at the very least, so most of the people were probably asleep. "Do you live here?" Aurora said softly, now noticing she was very thirsty.

[Assistant]
Mal finally came to a complete stop just inside the edge of the treeline. He waited until she climbed off before shifting back, giving a luxurious stretch as he stood. "Ah, what a run," he sighed, twisting side-to-side. "I haven't had a workout like that in awhile." He motioned for her to follow, leading her into the huge clearing.

There was a large house about twenty yards ahead of them, and then smaller cottages branching out from there. The deeper they went, there were actually people standing along the pathways and loitering outside their houses, many of them staring at Mal and the girl with him curiously. Some lights set into the ground every fifteen feet lit the pathways to the larger structures. He led her towards one of the less-lit pathways to a small cottage with one light on in the window.

"Welcome to my home. For now, get cleaned up and get some rest. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you to meet the Alpha." He stepped up, unlocked the door, and motioned for her to go inside. He heard footsteps and turned, watching one of the others in his pack approach. "Do you need something, Dunbar?"

"Yes. She should be in the main house," the smaller man growled. "It's protocol." He looked very unfriendly, unable to tear his hungry gaze from the human girl.

"It's also protocol to keep the humans alive and unharmed. Get back to night watch or I'll have to wake the Alpha so he can deal with you," Mal said breezily, turning away to usher the girl inside.

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The whole walk through the village was a blur to Aurora. She only managed to remember the minimal information she needed such as; they were about to enter his house and she was going to spend the night here. The rest was background noise. As she walked inside the cottage there was a huge temperature difference and she noticed a fireplace was lid across the hall. As she continued inside, she noticed the wet jeans cling to her legs and hips. It made her cringe. Not sure where she was ought to go, she walked through the hall towards a comfortable looking couch and threw a quick glance towards the door. The guy who brought her home was talking to someone outside and Aurora saw the moment as an opportunity. In a few seconds she unzipped her jeans and it dropped to the ground. She quickly threw her backpack on the couch and pulled out the other jeans she had packed. Both her legs were clammy and cold, clearly showing goosebumps all over. The fabric of the jeans stuck to her moist legs and she immediately regretted packing a skinny jeans. "Common.." She whispered to herself, not noticing that the guy had entered his house. The sound of footsteps through the hall made her look up. Her heart skipped a beat and she slightly panicked.

"D-Don't look at me!" She quickly shouted through her long hair that blocked her view. She was still hunched forward whilst pulling the jeans over her ankles. The downwards angle did not do her headache any favour. Whilst her face turned completely red she managed to pull the jeans over her knees but then got stuck again when it reached her wet underwear. With a deep sigh she completely gave up and sat down onto the couch. Both her hands covered her face and she let out a soft sob. "Why did you bring me here.."

[Assistant]
Mal blinked in surprise as she struggled to pull on her jeans. He made a face and took a deep breath, scenting embarrassment, grief, fear, and pain. Physical pain. She was hurting somehow. He turned and went into his room, leaving her by herself for a few moments while he grabbed what he needed. He returned with a pair of warm, dry sweatpants, some Tylenol, and a glass of water.

He set the pants on the couch beside her, politely averting his eyes from where her wet underwear was see-through, and put the water and medicine on the table. "I brought you here because to do anything else would mean death. No one will hurt you here. Except maybe Dunbar, but he's pretty weak. He can't do much more than toss insults around." He straightened and ran a hand over his wet hair, looking kind of uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry it all happened this way. There are other humans here, though mostly it's just children that wandered in and some old man that has dementia. I think there is one guy about your age." He took a step back. "Anyways, you just take awhile to calm down. Take that Tylenol and put on those sweatpants. You can take a shower if you'd like, and the guest room is at the end of the hallway." He paused, wanting to say something else but not knowing what it was. So he just went back to his bedroom, leaving her there.

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Aurora heard his footsteps going into one of the rooms and he came back shortly after. She sat still with her pants halfway up her legs and her hands covering most of her underwear. He had returned with what seemed like a sweatpants and some medicine. Though she did not find the courage to look up at him, based in what condition she was in. The words he spoke were very little comforting as she feared for her life in here as well. What if the other wolves did not like her? What if they got hungry all of a sudden? What if he got angry at her? Nobody would save her here, she figured.

When he apologised she shook her head softly. "You're not sorry. Somehow I feel like you're happy you've found me." Thoughts rushed through her head and anger started to boil up again. "What did you expect, that I'll be your wolfy WIFE?" She spat out, now looking at him directly. "Well, keep dreaming." Aurora then turned her head away and stared at the wall, clearly indicating she was done talking to him. It worked, because he left soon after.

Now completely alone in the small living room, Aurora pulled off the 2nd clammy jeans that was stuck around her legs. It seemed like loads of her fresh clothes got wet as her backpack was made out of cotton. She laid most of her clothes out on the ground in front of the fireplace so that she would have something dry to wear in the morning. The sweatpants was dry, but waaaay too big. Most of the time she stepped onto the loose fabric and had to pull them up again so that her feet peeped out. After taking the Tylenol she gulped down the rest of the water and sat down on the couch again. It would take a while for the painkiller to kick in so Aurora decided to check out the guest room and get some sleep. It was already 4AM by now and she had no idea how long she'd be able to sleep. Or how long they'd let her sleep. With a yawn, she walked towards the last door in the hallway and opened up the door. It was plain and simple: a bed, a closet, a small table set next to the bed and that's it.

The bed had the thickest blankets ever, probably made out of wool. Once covered by all the layers of blankets, the long and heavy night took its toll. Aurora was sound asleep.

[Assistant]
Mal had fallen asleep almost immediately after he'd laid down, and had slept like the dead the whole night. He'd woken about an hour after dawn and grabbed breakfast, but he'd fallen asleep again after that. A good run always wore him out completely. He was completely wrapped up in his sheets from the waist down, one arm tossed over his head, and the other shoved up the shirt he'd pulled on as if he'd been trying to itch himself. His shirt was pushed almost all the way up, baring his lean-muscled chest and stomach, along with a detailed tattoo of a compass just above his left hip. His hair was an absolute mess, wild and wavy on one half of his head and pressed flat on the other half. He was pouting in his sleep, like a little boy who'd just been scolded by his mother. Young and serious.

(Ugh, that's kind of terrible. Sorry. Didn't know what else to do.)